The moment the Moon Mirror appeared, the raindrops were still in the cave, and the smell of greasy brain matter became more intense and nauseating.
Under the stimulation of the demon's thunder, a layer of fine black hair grew on his surface, and an attached cerebellum continued to grow on his back.
The cerebellum of the Moon Mirror has cracks, and strange things are constantly being produced like a palace.
The strange thing looked very similar to the flying head. It kept gathering in the air, making strange whimpering sounds, rubbing its teeth and getting ready to move.
The shelter has already raised a barrier at this time, so it is not particularly afraid of the Moon Mirror, but it is afraid of attracting the Moral God.
Dameng Zhenren looked at the Moon Mirror and felt that the opponent's state was very strange. While his flesh and blood were distorted, his aura became increasingly unstable.
Han Li couldn't help coughing, and there was a stinging pain in the back of his head.
The other monks were coughing as if they were infected with the flu, but there were no other abnormalities in their bodies and souls.
Dameng Zhenren squinted his eyes, and the skin all over his body seemed to be peeling off layer by layer, and turned into a distorted appearance of light and shadow again.
"He is worthy of being the heir of the Moral God."
He waved his hand, and all the monks stopped coughing. Then they subconsciously touched their faces, and sticky brain matter flowed out of their noses.
Li Yaoyang quickly took out the brain-eating worms and directed the monks guarding the city to fully deploy the formation.
The light emitted from the shelter skyrocketed, and the smell was isolated from the outside world, which prevented the hundreds of thousands of monks in the city from deteriorating.
The magic weapon used to defend the city was then revealed.
The sounds of metal collisions were heard from the six city walls, and in an instant, a chimney-shaped barrel protruded from the surface of the shelter, exuding an indescribable terrifying force.
The other end of the muzzle was connected to tens of thousands of Taoist disciples, and You Yuan was instilled in them, and colorful and strange lights gathered in the barrel.
Li Yaoyang did not dare to act rashly, and looked at Master Dameng with a hidden look.
The war is about to break out.
Moon Mirror did not take the initiative to attack, focusing on breeding the flying head barbarians.
Individuals of Feitouman possess the cultivation level of the Heavenly Conspiracy Realm. There are indeed many of them, but it is not difficult for the shelter to resist them.
Dameng Zhenren couldn't tell the reality of the Moon Mirror. Hazy light and shadow shrouded the surroundings, and his body was turning into a giant hundreds of meters tall.
Li Yaoyang showed his admiration. He did not expect that Da Meng, relying on the heavenly way in the world in his stomach, would actually be promoted to the corpse-resolving immortal. His aura that surpassed that of the earthly immortal would never be wrong.
Dameng Zhenren's eagerness for quick success and quick success to be promoted to Daluo Jinxian is not without its drawbacks. After all, his consciousness stays in deep dreams for a long time, causing his body and soul to become extremely unstable.
The main reason why he can appear in the sanctuary is because Ren Qing is here to guard it, and he can be invisibly favored by heaven and suppress the strangeness of his body and soul. Otherwise, it will take thousands of years of hard work.
The Moon Mirror is suspended not far away, with a large number of eyeballs at the top moving randomly. No one knows why it comes to find shelter.
"Escape...Ascend..."
It said four words crookedly, and the monks couldn't help coughing again. The severe pain from the brain made their hands and feet numb.
Dameng Zhenren took a deep breath and finally discovered the power of the Moon Mirror. When he stretched out his hand, invisible waves swept through the cave.
Without exception, the monks in the sanctuary had their five senses temporarily blocked, causing their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose to fall into silent darkness.
Before they could panic, a red line connected the spines of millions of monks.
The monks suddenly vaguely sensed everything nearby and no longer thought about coughing, but their senses became very strange.
Master Dameng nodded secretly, he finally understood the ability of the Moon Mirror.
Once the Moon Mirror makes a monk aware of its own existence, the monk's brain will gradually mutate, and as the alienation deepens, the brain will inevitably completely break away from the control of the main body.
The monk's constant coughing is a sign that the brain is about to come out of the mouth and nose.
When the Moon Mirror saw that the shelter did not fall as expected, it suddenly became impatient, and circles of purple-black waves appeared around its body.
Wherever the wave passed, dragons that were escaping slowly died and disappeared, and their brains became independent monsters, roaring around the moon mirror.
The Moon Mirror tentatively approached the shelter, while the Flying Barbarians swarmed towards the city wall.
"kill!!!"
Dameng Zhenren noticed that Moon Mirror was losing patience, so he asked the siege weapon not to be kept.
Boom boom boom.
Explosions were heard one after another, and raging flames bloomed from the muzzle, hitting the Moon Mirror heavily, and countless stalactites on the top of the cave shattered.
The power of the artillery fire was so powerful that even the Earth Immortal did not dare to use his body to catch it.
The Moon Mirror was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, and remained motionless as the artillery fire hit its body.
As the air wave rose into the sky, the Moon Mirror flew backwards for several meters, but the attack from the artillery fire only caused more brain matter to flow out of itself.
Dameng Zhenren rushed over, and as soon as he took action, the rock wall turned into colorful jade, and red threads wrapped around the Moon Mirror.
Moon Mirror couldn't help but murmur to itself. While recovering from its injuries, a thick hard shell grew on the area that was hit by the shelling.
Boom boom boom.
After another round of artillery fire, Moon Mirror's entire body was covered in hard shells, and it gradually adapted to the shelter's counterattack.
"Stop, you are mainly defending against the monsters."
Master Dameng finally understood that the Moon Mirror could transform through being injured. Any attack that could not kill it would cause the Moon Mirror to transform continuously.
He released a red thread to block the Moon Mirror. As soon as the dream aura came into contact with the opponent, the Moon Mirror grew a cerebellum shaped like light and shadow.
Dameng Zhenren couldn't react in time and fell to the ground drowsily.
He has realized that the ability of the Moon Mirror can not only alienate the monk's brain, but also allow it to undergo continuous transformation in the breath of the spell, and even grow a cerebellum specifically designed to restrain itself.
The flesh and blood of the Moon Mirror began to boil, and the light and shadow it emitted made Feitouman rush into the shelter a hundred meters away. Suddenly, swords on the wall were facing each other.
Its gaze was fixed on the core of the shelter, and the physical Tathagata shrank even more violently. This was due to its instinctive fear of the Moon Mirror.
"No wonder it can survive in the hands of the Moral God."
Dameng Zhenren regained consciousness, the light in the cave was distorted, and the red lines were arranged into a large net, outlining the nightmares in the dream one after another.
Groups of nightmares cling to the Moon Mirror.
Master Dameng was more cautious this time. He no longer chose to get close to the Moon Mirror, but simply used the dream spell to delay time.
But he was somewhat aggrieved.
Although the Great Luo Jinxian is comparable to the Zhijie Immortal, it cannot display its strength outside the city at all, not to mention that the Moon Mirror can continue to evolve.
"Escape...Ascend..."
The Moon Mirror roared, and the cerebellum responsible for giving birth to Feitouman split. It can be seen that the core of the cerebellum is two entangled masses of rotten flesh.
If nothing unexpected happens, it is the Xin Mars constellation and the Taiyin constellation.
Feitou bit the nightmare wildly. After the dream breath was absorbed by the Moon Mirror, only a muffled popping sound was heard.
Swellings bulged on both sides of the Moon Mirror, pus flowed, and a cerebellum popped out.
The cerebellum was completely composed of black mist, and then Feitouman developed the characteristics of a nightmare, but he was still suppressed and beaten by Dameng Zhenren.
Dameng Zhenren's expression is slightly uneasy. If he continues to fight like this, the Mirror of the Moon may in turn affect his actions.
But even crushing the cerebellum is of little use, because it is difficult to actually kill the Moon Mirror.
If Da Meng Zhenren is not completely sure, once he chooses to take risks, it is likely to increase the strength of Moon Mirror.
And he suspected that the Moon Mirror was not as fragile as imagined.
The Moon Mirror can survive in the hands of the Moral God, and it should have the ability of a lizard to survive by cutting off its tail, which is really a headache.
"We're in big trouble."
Li Yaoyang pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache and had to ask the low-level monks to evacuate the world in his stomach first.
The shelter is constantly clearing out flying beasts, but the number of monsters remains high, with tens of thousands of them multiplying in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the temperature of this world began to rise.
The ocean boiled like boiling water, evaporating and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, indicating that another god of heaven was about to come.
The flow rate of the world in the stomach is ten times faster, and it is responsible for the logistics supply of the shelter, transporting various magical weapons and elixirs.
The severely injured monks will also be sent to the world of the stomach to recuperate, ensuring that there is a steady flow of vitality to replenish the monks defending the city.
Once the war machine of the Jailer's Hall is in operation, its durability is unimaginable.
The Way of Heaven is established in the center of the world in the stomach. Because the monks are busy supporting the shelter, only Song Zong is the only one who has realized the Way.
Song Zongwu frowned, he could sense that the fighting in the shelter was getting more intense, and the number of casualties increased sharply.
There are more and more corpses floating in the underworld, and the monks can only turn to zombies after they die.
Song Zong wanted to suspend retreat many times, but because his body and soul were burned by karma, he could not escape easily.
The strong fire of karma is like a hungry wild wolf, biting its prey and not letting go.
Song Zong understood the "fire" of the way of heaven without any distance, but it was useless to explain it through a layer of window paper that could not explain the way.
More than a dozen Void Fortresses passed by the Tiandao Tree, obviously heading for the shelter.
The Void Fortress is equivalent to a mobile storage magic weapon, which stores a large amount of Lingshan Buddha energy and carries materials for repairing the magic circle.
It can be seen that the walls of the shelter have been damaged.
Song Zongwu became more and more impatient. He gritted his teeth and stopped resisting the fire of karma. He allowed the Heavenly Dao to erode his body and soul. The flames suddenly increased several times.
He screamed out from between his teeth and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
The severe pain made Song Zongwu want to kill himself. At the same time, his consciousness was extremely clear, and the fire and heavenly way was about to come out.
His current karma is completely out of control, and there is no possibility of suppressing it.
Either understand the way of heaven, or die and the way disappears. There is no other choice.
Song Zongwu's consciousness fell into emptiness, and a large number of unfamiliar memories came to his mind, which were the experiences of the nameless ascetic in his lifetime.
From the old monk knocking wooden fish, to the ascetic believers who kowtow every seven steps, to the barefoot doctors who go to the cliffs to collect medicine to save people, and to the hunters who feed wild animals with their bodies...
He could see that the unknown ascetic still believed in man's victory over heaven in his previous lives.
The unknown ascetic believed that he could get rid of the shackles of fruition through practice, and Buddhist practice also focused on tempering the body and soul, so he devoted himself wholeheartedly to walking in the world.
In the end, he was completely disappointed and could not escape the fate of being swallowed by the fruit position.
Song Zongwu followed the memory of the unknown ascetic, and his mood was enveloped in despair, as if there were two invisible hands strangling his neck.
"well……"
With a long sigh, Song Zongwu discovered that he was fundamentally different from Dameng Zhenren.
Dameng Zhenren's talent is extraordinary, and he can seize it whenever he has the opportunity. It is not difficult for him to be promoted to Daluo Jinxian.
If Song Zongwu hadn't been rescued by Ren Qing, his soul might still be trapped in his head.
"Perhaps I can't become a Daluo Jinxian in this life, or I can reincarnate and seek an opportunity?"
After Song Zongwu had this idea, his karma suddenly got out of control.
His body and soul began to dissolve, and the memory of the ninth nameless ascetic was completely digested, leaving only his own practice experience in the Jailer Hall.
Song Zong was not touched at all, as if he had gone back to the time when he was promoted to the Yangshen realm, and when he jumped off the cliff, all distracting thoughts disappeared.
"You will not fall after going through suffering. This is the path of Asura."
Song Zongwu suddenly opened his eyes. The fire of karma had no intention of extinguishing, but the immortal duty attached to his body and soul took a step further.
Daluo Jinxian has become.
He respectfully raised his fist towards the Tiandao tree, exerted his strength on his legs and disappeared from the spot.
Song Zongwu ran towards the shelter. As he walked, the dead skin on his body fell off, and his bones reorganized, turning into the two arms of Dao Zhijian.
He jumped across the doorway, and the loud sound filled his ears.
The six walls of the shelter are constantly being attacked by flying barbarians, and the outside of the city is composed of red lines of light and shadow.
The Moon Mirror has expanded several times and is covered with cerebellum-like tumors.
Almost all the light and shadow in the cave are produced by the Moon Mirror. Master Dameng is now exhausted, and his magic is only enough to protect the shelter.
Dameng Zhenren has killed Moon Mirror several times, but the latter reconstructed its body through flying head barbarism and is difficult to eliminate through conventional means.
He only used the protection of heaven to fight for a long time.
Dameng Zhenren maintains the transformation of light and shadow, and only he knows the true condition of the body and soul. Inexplicable changes have occurred in the flesh and bones in the body.
His right arm had been in contact with the Moon Mirror, and the characteristics of the mutation were most obvious.
The arm split into two unknowingly, as if under the influence of the Moon Mirror, the second self was about to be born from the body.
Dameng Zhenren broke off the extra arm and groaned involuntarily.
At this time, tens of thousands of flying barbarians suddenly turned into minced meat. Song Zongwu came towards Dameng Zhenren, killing dozens of monsters with every punch.
Dameng Zhenren was excited and transmitted the information about the Moon Mirror to Song Zongwu.
Song Zong could not take back his karma, and the two were encircled. Thousands of years of getting along with each other made them extremely skilled in cooperation.
Dameng Zhenzhen defended, and Song Zongwu cooperated to prevent Yue Mirror from getting away.
They targeted the cerebellum responsible for incubation, trying to reduce the number of flying-headed barbarians in the Jailer Hall and prepare for the final blow.
The battle lasted for more than ten days. In order for Song Zongwu to adapt to the changes in Daluo Jinxian, Dameng Zhenren's soul was seriously injured. Fortunately, there was a pill that could inhibit the deterioration of the injury.
Just after there were only a thousand heads of Feitou Barbarian left, Da Mengzhen stabbed his hands into his temples.
"Dream falling."
The Moon Mirror was caught off guard, and the space around it collapsed. Dameng Zhenren briefly pulled the opponent into a deep dream.
During the few days and nights of fighting with the Moon Mirror, Song Zongwu had already mastered the strength of his own Great Luo Jinxian, even though he was suppressed by 30% outside the city.
"Thousand arms."
As his body expanded, thousands of arms emerged from under his ribs, with blood-red eyes in the palms of each arm.
Song Zongwu opened his mouth and spit out smoke, his teeth melted due to the high temperature.
He raised his fist, paused for a few breaths, and then dropped it heavily, hitting the Moon Mirror like raindrops, leaving only the shadow of his thousands of arms.
Moon Mirror seemed to have no room to fight back, allowing Song Zongwu to wave his fist.
Song Zong's face was expressionless but not warm at all, because he noticed that the skin of the Moon Mirror was becoming tougher and tougher, and at the same time, the broken cerebellum was growing back.
If the Moon Mirror had been alive, its body would have been able to withstand Song Zongwu's attack sooner or later. Such characteristics would have made it almost immortal.
After confirming the scope of the Moon Mirror's activities, Dameng Zhenren's mind moved slightly. The moment he escaped from the deep dream, he pulled the cave space two hundred meters away into the deep dream.
In this way, the shelter will have enough time to kill the flying head barbarians.
"Old Song, ten breaths."
"good."
Song Zongwu wiped away the blood on his forehead, the knuckles of his fist turned white, and he punched a little faster, making it difficult to detect with the naked eye.
Da Meng Zhenren thought silently in his heart and canceled his magical power the moment ten breaths passed.
The shelter was revealed in the light and shadow, and half of the flying beast could still be seen, but the six walls were covered in flesh and blood.
The outside world lasts only ten breaths, and the deep dream has passed for more than ten years.
It can be seen from the tired expressions of the monks guarding the city that they are probably being attacked by flying-headed barbarians all the time.
"Old Song!"
Da Meng Zhenren reminded him, Song Zongwu's eyes opened all over his body, thousands of hands were raised above his head at the same time, and the fire of karma was burning crazily.
Moon Mirror seemed to be aware of Song Zongwu's threat, struggling to stay away, and opened its mouth to stare greedily at Ye Huo.
"..."
It said an incomprehensible verse, and then froze in place like a dead thing, letting Song Zongwu rush towards it.
The fist struck like a pendulum, and there was a tearing sound in the air.
Song Zongwu was extremely confident in this punch, not only because he had clearly touched the Moon Mirror, but also because the bones all over his body were full of cracks.
Just the counter-injury caused by the fist could cause Song Zongwu to be seriously injured.
boom!!
The heavy rain in the cave disappeared, and the shelter shook uncontrollably.
But the scene that Song Zong had expected did not appear, the aura of the Moon Mirror still existed, and his thousand arms were caught casually.
"Senior Song, calm down."
Song Zongwu noticed that there was a smiling Ren Qing in front of him, and he immediately lost most of his strength, leaving him a little angry.
"You like to go to the theater, don't you? You do random things all day long."
Seeing this, Master Dameng shook his head. While he was shocked by Ren Qing's strength, he also felt that the other party was even harder to see through: "Ren Qing, you must have been out of detention for some time, right?"
"Well, it's been more than ten days."
Song Zong rushed forward with no energy and blood, and blood vessels as thick as earthworms burst out from his arms.
"Sorry, I just want to find out what this [Moon Mirror] is, and see how the Moral God reacts."
As Ren Qing spoke, he released densely packed strains of various bacteria, which quickly crawled onto the Full Moon Mirror and immediately affected the latter with diseases.
Moon Mirror was suddenly infected with tens of thousands of difficult and complicated diseases, and rapidly evolved under the influence of the diseases, with cerebellums growing all over its body to store diseases.
Then the extremely rich aura of the devil surged toward the Moon Mirror, followed by the thunder controlled by the Zhili technique, and the Yin energy of Corpse City...
Under the numb gaze of the two people, Ren Qing used almost all methods.
Although the vitality of the Moon Mirror is indeed slowly dissipating, Ren Qing's actions are helping to increase the strength of the Moon Mirror.
The stacked lunar brain has expanded to about a kilometer in size.
Immediately afterwards, the Moon Mirror shrank rapidly again, completely losing its vitality, leaving only a shriveled piece of pure white fur.
Song Zongwu asked: "Why bother?"
"That is not the main body of the Moon Mirror, but a clone formed by brain cells. However, the main body can use the clone as a medium to absorb the nutrients obtained by the clone."
Song Zongwu and Dameng Zhenren looked at each other, feeling a little unbelievable in their hearts.
The Mirror of the Moon, who was fighting desperately with them, turned out to be just an insignificant clone. How terrifying would its true form be?
Ren Qing opened his mouth and explained: "The Mirror of the Moon is currently trapped in the hands of Daode Tianzun. Being strong is beneficial to us. It can at least cause trouble to Daode Tianzun."
"The Mirror of the Moon was the perfection of the Corpse Immortal when it was born. With its adaptability, its strength will only continue to grow in the face of the harsh environment descended by heaven."
When he was in retreat, he noticed that the Buddha's teeth had lost contact.
Ren Qing originally thought that Moon Mirror had died, but he never expected that he would use his clone to devour the karmic fire of the physical Tathagata.
He didn't think that the Moral Heavenly Lord would give Moon Mirror the opportunity to continue to create clones, so he tried his best to let Moon Mirror grow as much as possible.
Da Mengzhen stared at the hot cave and asked: "Won't the Mirror of the Moon achieve the way of heaven?"
"Impossible, the supreme demon relied on the way of heaven to gain promotion by seizing the body and burning the lamp of the ancient Buddha."
"The Mirror of the Moon has no chance, and will eventually become the food of the Moral God, and... there is not enough time."
The three of them were silent. The water source in this world is gradually drying up, and another god of heaven will surely come within ten years.
Dameng Zhenren lost interest in further research and returned to the world in his stomach to recover from his injuries.
Song Zong Wugang was promoted and had to deal with a lot of things. He patted Ren Qing and said, "Don't put pressure on yourself. We just need to be content. How can Heaven care about the prison hall."
He turned around and headed towards the shelter, leaving behind Ren Qing with a wry smile on his face.
Ren Qing knew that the Third Dao Ancestor would not care about the ants, but the key issue was that he had the bones of the previous Tiandao after his death.
The origin of the information flow is far beyond imagination and involves the truth that happened thousands of years ago.
Thousands of years ago in this world, the Taoist Heavenly Way was indeed transformed by the "Yuanshi Heavenly Lord", the "Moral Heavenly Lord" and the "Lingbao Heavenly Lord".
The Buddhist way of heaven is transformed from the "Ancient Tathagata Buddha", "Ancient Buddha of Lighting Deng", and "Ancient Buddha Maitreya".
The way of heaven at that time was completely different, and the cultivation of magic techniques would not be alienated. Just like the real name of the Taoist Heavenly Lord was the mother of all things, the way of heaven had long been replaced by evil spirits from the outside world.
The death of the three ancestors and their disappearance are closely related to the cause and effect of the third Buddha of Buddhism.
The Third Buddha took the initiative to move his life situation closer to the evil spirits outside the territory. As a result, he also ended up being destroyed, which also led to the fall of this world.
Without the third Buddha as a medium, it is impossible for external evil spirits to affect the three ancestors.
Of course, the Three Dao Ancestors could not be completely killed. Ren Qing, who traveled through time, received the bones and formed an information flow of immunity costs.
This is also the reason why it is difficult to ascend to the way of heaven using information flow, after all, the essence is broken.
Ren Qing felt a headache.
It is impossible for me to replace the corrupted heaven and reshape the order of this world.
[The story of the Three Dao Ancestors and the Ancient God will be placed in the final postscript.]