One hundred and sixty-eighth chapter there is a dragon and cut the dragon [two chapters in one]
"Five Directions and Five Elements Taixuan True Light Formation..."
In front of you is a mysterious formation that flashes five colors of black, circulating endlessly, and the five elements of heaven and earth are constantly being transformed. You have me, and I have you.
The divine foot monk Guang Hui, who was wearing mango shoes, pointed lightly, and an invisible force secretly penetrated in, starting to dismantle every rune from the smallest detail.
After half a stick of incense, Guang Hui took back her finger and sighed softly.
"This old loach is really afraid of death..."
After seeing through the great formation composed of five colors of black light, it was like peeling off a layer of shell, and there were all kinds of incredible things behind it.
The dark mysterious water is rolling like a dark underground from the Nine Abyss; the bright yellow Yuanci divine light is intertwined into a shocking network; the boundless sword energy is raging in all directions, with murderous intent penetrating into the bones; the dark and filthy blood energy is diffused, just at a glance
Go, it seems that even the soul wants to be corrupted...
There are also four elephants, the green dragon, the white tiger, the red bird, and the Xuanwu, which are arranged according to the directions of Lao Yang, Shao Yin, Shao Yang, and Lao Yin. They swallow the void and are vast and unpredictable.
The Formation Spirit incarnated by Taiyi Qi is sitting in the Taiyi Qi sea. Thousands of dazzling pupils are open all over his body, searching for heretics in the world inch by inch.
At the end of the formation, there are countless stars arranged vertically and horizontally, each one shining with divine light. The two main stars of Taiyin and Sun are particularly eye-catching. One is spraying endless scorching sun, and the other is diffusing boiling cold yin.
There is a Golden Crow and a Jade Toad entrenched in each of the two main stars. The majesty of the immortal path is thick and overwhelming, the sacredness is boundless, the majesty is boundless...
Zai De Xuanshui Yiqi Heavy Formation, Geomagnetic Element Transformation Formation, Yunxiao Thousand Sword Seizing Formation, Blood Light Elemental Evil Great Yin Formation...
"I was young and energetic back then, and I had a rather impatient temper."
The man in the sapphire mask smiled slightly and said:
"Although I defeated that old dragon, once he hid in the palace and was covered by many formations, I couldn't do anything to him."
"The last time I came to Qingli Palace, although there were many formations, they were not to this extent."
The magic-footed monk Guanghui sighed: "This old loach, the older he gets, the more he cherishes his life."
In front of the two people, there were many formations, almost covering the world.
Whether it is the Zaide Xuanshui Yiqi Heavy Formation, the Geomagnetic Element Transformation Formation, the Yunxiao Thousand Sword Seizing Formation, the Blood Light Yuansha Great Yin Formation, etc., they are all enough to be regarded as the mountain-protecting formation of a holy land, and it is the foundation for the survival of the world.
But when you are alone, you can count on ten fingers the number of people like the Zai De Xuanshui Yiqi Heavy Formation.
To put it bluntly, the highlight of this encounter was the three fierce killing formations that seemed to block the world.
The four images are swallowing up the void; Taiyi Qi God is sitting upright in the Qi Sea; the stars in the surrounding sky are shining brightly.
Even if he is just watching from a distance, the murderous intention seems to kill the soul and destroy the physical body.
Guanghui, the divine foot monk, was silent for a moment and whispered their names.
"The Four Elephants Killing God Formation, Taiyi Light King's Great Formation, and..."
These three formations are all ancient products of the Jedi Heavenly Passage, and they are also the basis for Qingli Jun to be able to stay in the Dragon Palace for thousands of years.
Especially the last one, the Zhoutian Starry Formation.
Before the passage between gods and men was disconnected, the sky-high buildings still supported the upper and lower realms.
The Zhoutian Star Dou Formation is the supreme killing formation that has deterred hundreds of millions of catastrophes and suppressed thousands of epochs.
Qing Lijun naturally did not obtain the complete formation ban. In fact, the so-called Zhoutian Xingdou Formation in front of him was just a simplified version that was extremely damaged, and was far from being able to exert one or two ten thousandths of the power of the original formation.
But even if it is like this, it is enough to make everyone in the world fearful.
"If Mao Xingzi sees this, he will be very happy."
The man in the sapphire mask gently stretched out his hand, and the void in front of him produced an infinite force, like a divine elephant stepping heavily on the ant world beneath his feet.
At the moment when the entire Tongjiang River boiled and burst into flames, Guang Hui on the side stretched out his hand to stop the man in the sapphire mask from making any next move.
"Master of Divine Foot?"
"Now is not the time to quarrel." Guanghui, the divine foot monk, recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice: "The movement should be quieter."
"Move less?" A distressed laugh came from under the sapphire mask: "The turtle shell of this old dragon is getting thicker. If there is less movement, I'm afraid I won't be able to break through these killing formations."
"Young monk, please bring the seniors in." Guang Hui, the magic foot monk, smiled, "There are too many demon cultivators, and the world is in chaos now. There is no need to add more fuel to the firewood."
The four great demon immortals were in trouble, except Qing Lijun, who climbed up to the master in a servile and fawning manner, thus preserving the descendants of the demon cultivators, leaving the Tongjiang Shui Tribe alone.
The other three major demon fairy clans are all trapped by the pass, with people taking turns guarding them every year, and they are not allowed to move freely.
If we humiliate this old dragon too much, the situation where the human and demonic realms reluctantly maintain a stalemate will inevitably be broken due to the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox.
As Beiwei conquered the world's demons, national war in troubled times was already imminent.
Yesterday, the Tierui soldiers of the Northern Guard approached the border of Zheng State. The Chief of the Northern Guard personally led 200,000 soldiers and gradually moved closer to the border in the name of hunting formation.
The flames of war in troubled times have been ignited.
"How can a divine footpath be able to do this?"
The man in the sapphire mask took a deep look at Guang Hui, the divine foot monk, and his eyes were full of meaning:
"The Six Divine Transformations of Buddhism are really fascinating."
Guang Hui smiled slightly but did not answer.
He took a random step forward, and where they were, the two figures suddenly disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.
Qingli Holy Land, in a shell palace.
Qing Lijun, who was lazily leaning on the dragon bed, frowned. He raised his head and looked around, but there was no clue in the sky.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he lay back on the dragon bed, his eyes suddenly changed.
At this time, a chuckle suddenly sounded.
A middle-aged monk and a man wearing a sapphire mask quietly appeared in the shell palace, arriving silently.
The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, his face expressionless, showing no signs of sadness or joy.
Although the person wearing the sapphire mask couldn't see his true face clearly, his smiling eyes made Qingli Jun frown deeply.
He suddenly remembered a person, a person who had been dead for many years.
"Guanghui, why do you come to my palace?"
Qing Lijun shouted in a deep voice:
"Do you really think you can rely on your magical power to do whatever you want with me?!"
The Six Divine Transformations of Buddhism - Divine Foot Power!
Let your mind travel wherever sentient beings in the ten directions go, and your body and mind will be like an illusion.
Looking at the vast world, apart from those two saints, the only one who can quietly avoid the forbidden formation in the palace is Guang Hui, the divine foot monk.
"I'm just here to take a look." Guang Hui said expressionlessly, "I'm not here to fight the Dragon King now."
There were countless killing formations inside and outside Qingli Palace. Although he could escape, he would never be able to get back.
In the past few battles, they were all far away from Tongjiang River, so this old dragon could not take advantage of the geographical advantages.
At that time, Monk Miaoyan had not yet fallen into the devil's path, and with the combined efforts of the two of them, they were able to fight this most ancient immortal.
And now...
In the Qingli Palace, there are countless killing arrays of old dragons, and their fighting power has reached a terrifying level. If Guang Hui is alone, he will never offend him.
"You are quite sensible."
Hearing Guang Hui's words, Qing Lijun pointed his fingers and said with a smile:
"Then you came here this time to plead for your son?"
"It's a pity, it's a pity. I, Qing Li, am selfless and never talk about personal relationships."
Seeing that the divine foot monk Guang Hui remained silent, the man in the green robe and bamboo crown's mouth turned up, but he became even more proud.
"It's a pity that your son faced Chen Jizi from the Chen family in Luoshui. I'm afraid he will lose."
He pretended to sigh and said quietly:
"If you can't defeat Chen Jizi, you won't be able to win Kui, and you won't be able to hold the Milo Lantern either!"
He walked off the dragon bed and patted Guang Hui on the shoulder, with a look of displeasure on his face.
"It's a pity that your son is a monk. Otherwise, I would really want to marry you."
The man wearing the bamboo crown smiled and said:
"You're here, don't leave in a hurry. My brother ordered the servants to cook some vegetables. Can we two have some drinks?"
When he was out of Qingli Palace, Miao Yan and Guang Hui joined forces and forced him into a desperate situation more than once.
This is his home court now, and even if Guanghui is as strong as the sky, it is difficult for him to create any disturbance in it.
"I'm not here to fight with you now."
Guang Hui stepped sideways and took a step back, causing the man wearing the sapphire mask to fall to the front.
"Amitabha." The middle-aged monk said with a calm expression, "The one who fought you was someone else."
"Oh? I knew you, a bald thief, had no good intentions."
The man wearing the bamboo crown raised his eyebrows slightly with a disdainful expression:
"Where do you think I am? Qingli Palace, I am at home!"
He spread his arms, laughed loudly, and his eyes were extremely mocking:
"I am the most ancient immortal, and his cultivation reaches the sky! The Four Elephants Slaying God Formation, Taiyi King of Light Great Formation, Zhoutian Star Dou Formation..."
Qing Lijun twirled his fingers, the smile on his face getting heavier and heavier:
"Who can kill me under my killing array? Who dares to kill me?! Do you think I am outside Tongjiang? What a joke!"
He stared at the middle-aged monk in front of him jokingly, with the corners of his mouth raised:
"Although you have achieved divine foot power, I can't stop you, but the person next to you still wants to shake me with his meager cultivation? A small earthworm can shake a big tree without overestimating its own capabilities!
Who do you think he is? Master, or Lord Xuanwen?!"
"No."
A warm voice suddenly sounded, and the smiling Qing Lijun paused when he heard the words, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.
Qingli Jun slowly turned his head, and the man who spoke had taken off his sapphire, revealing his true face under the mask.
"I am Wang Qiuyi."
He smiled softly: "My cultivation level shouldn't be shallow, right?"
…
boom!
boom!!
boom!!!
In an instant, the entire Qingli Holy Land shook violently, the Tongjiang River shook violently, and all directions were throbbing.
The veterans of the Dragon Palace who suppressed the water veins wailed loudly, and their bodies as huge as the ancient gods flew backwards far away. Even their eyes dimmed a lot, obviously they were badly hurt.
"No! No!"
The old turtle screamed at the top of his lungs. Just now, a corner of his mysterious turtle shell with its innate patterns had been cracked open.
At that moment, they were both knocked away by a huge force.
Unable to suppress it, the gradually refined water veins emerged from the gate like an angry dragon and fled into the endless Tongjiang River, never to be seen again.
"No! No!"
The old turtle roared again and again. He opened his lips and shouted, and countless divine chains of order emerged from nothingness, crossing an infinite distance, and were about to arrest the water veins that had hidden themselves in Tongjiang River again.
Bang!
The old turtle was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and bright drops of blood were scattered like diamonds.
The middle-aged monk withdrew his fist expressionlessly, and with a gentle squeeze of his left palm, the divine chains of order that had been stretched out for unknown lengths were all shattered.
"Guang Hui." The old turtle recognized the face of the middle-aged monk and roared unwillingly: "You ruined the good things of my Qingli Palace, this Tongjiang... no! All the demon cultivators in the world will fight to the death with you, the thief!
"
As soon as Old Turtle finished speaking, Guang Hui gently pinched his sword finger. The sword energy, as thick as a mountain, was fleeting, and in just the blink of an eye, all four of Old Turtle's legs were cut off.
The old turtle hurriedly retracted his head, and the sword energy was like a blizzard hitting plantains. When it touched the turtle shell, brilliant sparks of runes were produced.
The auspicious clouds are thousands of feet high, and the sonorous sound is deafening.
When all the shells of the old turtle were chopped into pieces, his heart was so horrified that he just closed his eyes and waited for death.
In my ears, a violent demonic dragon roared loudly across an endless distance.
"Your Majesty!"
The old turtle was surprised and happy.
Under the singing of the demon dragon, Guang Hui's sword energy was swept away.
Other veterans of the Dragon Palace also took this opportunity to use their magical powers and hurriedly rescued the old turtle.
"You..." Old Turtle vomited out a mouthful of blood, his heart filled with grief and anger: "How dare you!"
"Let that old dragon cultivate into the divine way."
Seeing many old demons from the Dragon Palace forming a formation, looking frightened as if facing a formidable enemy, Guang Hui's expression remained unchanged:
"Is there any way for human beings to survive in this world?"
"You! You!" The old turtle's body trembled, but he did not dare to take action.
"Although I won't kill you, you can't escape this small punishment!"
Ignoring the eyes of the water tribe monsters, Guang Hui slowly stretched out a hand, palm facing down, and slowly pressed down on them.
Faintly, behind Guang Hui, there is a giant Buddha sitting on the twelve-level lotus platform, reaching the sky and the earth. Countless Buddha lights are densely packed into mist, illuminating the three realms up and down.
Following Guang Hui's movements, the giant Buddha slowly stretched out his palm and pressed down on the demons.
A golden palm hangs down like it covers the sky and the earth, and seems to contain the power of thousands of tribulations, shaking the sacredness of the heavens.
puff!
As the billowing blood mist dispersed, all sounds suddenly stopped.
Guang Hui calmly retracted his palm, his eyes were slightly focused, as if he was looking through layers of void.
"Amitabha."
He clasped his hands together and sighed, with a look of wonder on his face, and slowly smiled:
"I have mastered the art of swordsmanship, so I can kill the dragon wherever there is one!"
In the depths of the void, green dragons thousands of feet long roared continuously. He kept leading the killing array inside and outside Qingli Palace, but it was all in vain.
It was a desolate and lonely small world, isolated from changes in the outside world.
No matter how the green dragon struggled and howled, the endless killing array inside and outside the palace never made any sound.
"What kind of magical power is this?!"
Qingli Jun, who was taken into the small world by Wang Qiuyi, sounded like rolling thunder, and the body of the dragon, which was thousands of feet long, was dripping with blood, and it was so tragic that it was unbearable to look at it.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Qiuyi struck down with a palm, like splitting yin and yang.
The dragon's body was split from the middle, and the whole world was shaken.
The body of the green dragon was light, and it was barely able to connect its severed flesh body together. In the room where Shen Xi was spraying it, it was recovering from its injuries.
"You really want to kill the fish and defeat the net!"
His dragon scales moved together, and the thunder that destroyed the world struck him head and face like a sudden rain.
puff!
All the thunder in the sky was shattered by a big foot. Under the angry gaze of the green dragon, his head, which was as thick as a mountain, was severely stepped on.
Boom boom boom!
In the small world, all the sounds stopped at first, and then exploded violently!
Dust within hundreds of miles flew up violently, with the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, shooting out in all directions!
After everything stopped, the dying green dragon fell to the ground helplessly. Under him was a deep pit, like a grand canyon.
The terrain has been completely changed, the mountains have been shattered, and there are ravines and ravines.
The man with long sleeves has a warm smile. There is no trace of dust on his body, and he looks like a fairy.
"Are you convinced yet?"
He stepped on the green dragon under his feet, smiled and said.
