A pair of huge phantoms of horns passed through the void and slammed into the Marrow Washing Peak.
The whole mountain seemed to shake a few times.
Many disciples were slightly injured as a result.
And just as they were helping each other to stand up again.
The ground began to tremble slightly again.
This tremor is very weak, but extremely regular.
Just like thousands of horses galloping, the waves are magnificent.
And as the tremor lasted longer and longer, the amplitude began to become larger and larger.
"Boom~"
Another extremely violent impact.
The whole mountain is shaking.
"not good!"
Mr. Muduo, who was standing at a high place, had already witnessed all this.
"If this continues, Marrow Washing Peak may not be able to hold on."
Obviously, the strange combination of 'ox head and horse face' was somewhat beyond his expectation.
Bull heads collide and thousands of horses gallop.
Not to mention the entire Xisui Peak, even the nearby Muduo Mountain appears to be crumbling.
It must be unbearable for the disciples stationed there at this moment.
But soon, Mr. Mu Duo groaned and raised the ruler in his hand.
Pointing slightly in the air.
The disciple who was delivering the message behind him quickly waved the small flag.
Soon a streak of blood appeared in the distance.
…
Under the marrow-washing peak, Lichou is sitting upright.
A long time ago, in the secret realm of the Sea of Blood, his face was injured by a blood clam and he almost died.
In the end, he was rescued by Li Chen and saved his life.
Since then, his temperament has changed drastically.
Concentrate on practice without any distracting thoughts.
He was also enlightened by Buddhist disciples on three aspects of Buddhism and taught several true sutras.
As a result, his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.
A few years ago, he even won the first place in the inner sect competition.
Even the song of departure and farewell, which have the loudest voices, can only be resigned to the defeat.
So Mr. Muduo asked him to guard this important place.
Compared with cultivation, due to long-term study of Buddhism, Lichou's Zen mind has made even more remarkable progress.
At this moment, the sky and the earth were shaking, and everyone in Qianjijian Pavilion could not even steady their steps.
But Lichou sat motionless on the spot, with the determination to remain calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai.
"Boom~"
"Brother!!" A disciple who had just gotten up was full of timidity and couldn't help but want to retreat.
"Brother, let's..."
"Amitabha." Lichou put his hands together in a salute, but directly interrupted the junior brother's next words.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and can survive all hardships."
His voice was low and hoarse, and it could be said that it was incompatible with the situation here and now.
But this voice was like a dagger, cutting off everyone's reverie.
When he read the same passage, he had a very different feeling than when he read it separately.
Parting is devotion to the scriptures, and he is a believer in Buddha.
Lichou is the narrator of the sutra, and he himself is the Buddha.
As soon as the sound came out, the entire Jiange immediately settled down again.
"Amitabha."
In fact, Lichou knew in her heart that at such a critical moment, Mr. Mu Duo did not give orders, which meant that he had other plans.
It was just as he expected.
Directly north of Xisui Peak.
This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with access to the bottom of the mountains.
At this time, all the "Ox Horn Formation" and "Horse Hoof Formation" set up by the "Ox Head and Horse Face" at the foot of the mountain gathered here.
The two formations have Niu Ben and Ma Qianchao as the core of the formation respectively.
Bringing all the power together.
Strengthen your own Gang shape and merge the two into one.
The horns of an ox represent 'penetration', while the hooves of a horse represent 'vibration'.
Everything it touches will be destroyed.
Even a mountain range such as the Marrow Cleansing Peak, which was reinforced by mechanism techniques, could not help but be crumbling.
This is also the reason why He Feiyu, the owner of the third village, asked the two of them to serve as vanguards.
Let them clear the way and get twice the result with half the effort.
It's just... Longevity Villa is not the only one in the world that has formations.
As a killing temple inherited from the Styx, formations are also its master skill.
As Mr. Mu Duo fired his ruler.
A red light flashed in the sky.
Where Xizui Peak, Muduo Mountain, and Shasheng Mountain merged, patches of red light suddenly bloomed.
It looks like a blossoming mandala flower.
Enchanting, mysterious, and full of the aura of hell.
This is the "Small Killing Formation" that the second generation abbot of Sessho Temple learned from the "Great Killing Formation".
The second generation abbot is best at formations and divination.
He once set up the Styx Ancestor's "Killing Formation" outside the Killing Temple, but he also knew through divination that the "Killing Formation" could only protect the Killing Temple for eight hundred years. After eight hundred years, the formation would not be able to help. , but becomes a burden.
So he hid the formation within the formation within the big formation, which was the "Little Killing Formation" in front of him.
Although this formation is not as large in scope as the "Great Killing Formation", it can concentrate superior forces and is even more powerful than the "Great Killing Formation".
Datura flowers bloom.
Even the air is filled with the smell of blood.
The monster clan that had killed people with a shocking sound just now were all wrapped in red.
An extremely gentle wind blew by.
The flowers all over the ground flew up to the sky.
Swish swish swish~
Countless petals spread out in the sky, turning into extremely sharp bloody blades.
"Ah~"
"ah!"
Screams came and went.
The vanguard brigade of the demon clan were drowned by the rain of petals.
Every blade in the sky was transformed by the murderous aura of the blood pool.
Murderousness is the most deadly thing.
Under the Marrow Cleansing Peak is the birth gate of the demon clan formation.
So as soon as the "Small Killing Formation" was launched, it seemed to directly block the entrance of the demon army.
At this moment, under the Marrow Washing Peak, only the bull-headed horse face could barely block the sharp edge of the petals with its body-protecting energy.
The rest of the demon clan were all turned into minced meat under the rain of flower petals.
Niu Ben and Ma Qianchao stood in a pool of blood, staring blankly at the Marrow Washing Peak looming in the red mist, as if they had really become messengers from hell.
They want to run.
But how could Mr. Muduo give them this opportunity?
The formation opened up, and two monk figures suddenly appeared in the sea of blood among the mountains of corpses.
"Amitabha."
The faint name of Buddha seems to save all the dead souls in this place.
Zen Master Jiyong and Zen Master Jiyun came slowly towards the bull-headed horse, one on the left and the other on the right.
Moo moo~
Xilulu~
Niu Ben and Ma Qianchao looked at each other and understood.
The gate of life is broken, and it is absolutely impossible to escape by running.
All he can do now is fight to the death with the two monks in front of him.
So the two of them spontaneously took on their original forms.
One is a bronze-horned demon ox, and the other is a purple-hoofed frost pony.
They are all exotic beasts from ancient times.
The only advantage they have left now is probably the moon hanging in the sky.
Moo moo~
Xilulu~
Two figures, one black and one white, were killing the two monks in front of them.
…
唳~
A cry pierced the sky.
On the hill opposite Killing Mountain, He Feiyu looked at the water mirror in front of him and clenched the feather fan tighter and tighter in his hand.
The people of the demon clan are succeeding one after another.
No one chooses to retreat.
Until the end, there were only two figures left on the battlefield.
He even saw the bull-headed horse-faced men with his own eyes, his two most beloved generals.
Being knocked down by those two monks...
He Feiyu couldn't bear to watch any more and put down the feather fan tremblingly.
His eyes turned to the Nuanfeng Pavilion on the other side.