When the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect heard the call, they returned to the cliff one after another, regardless of whether they were strong or weak in martial arts.
After returning to the main forum, I found out what happened.
Some are thinking about chasing down the Six Paths of Demon Sect, some are thinking about dealing with Shenwu Mansion, and some are trying to clean up the mess.
More than a hundred dead masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect were sent back to Haitian Cliff and sent to the training ground in front of the main hall of the Haitian Cliff leader.
The martial arts training ground is a circular field with a diameter of two hundred meters, and nearly a thousand Tianhai Sword Sect disciples have gathered there.
They all looked solemn, with anger in their solemnity, and their anger was suppressed, as they stared at the red sandalwood coffins.
There are ten horizontal rows and twelve vertical rows, a total of one hundred and twenty coffins, neatly arranged, forming a strong impact.
In each red sandalwood coffin lies a master of the Tianhai Sword Sect. The expressions of every master are similar, they are depressed and angry, unwilling and helpless.
Thousands of disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect gnashed their teeth, eager to rush out immediately and kill the Six Paths of the Demon Sect and the Shenwu Mansion.
Anger and hatred accumulate in their hearts.
They remained silent, and the handsome middle-aged Zhao Qianjun who stood at the front of the crowd also remained silent.
His eyes were as cold as lightning, scanning each coffin one by one, scanning each dead Tianhai Sword Sect disciple, scanning their faces, as if to clearly see each of their expressions and each of their final thoughts.
His crown-like face was slightly distorted, and his eyes were getting colder and colder.
The atmosphere in the martial arts training ground seemed to have solidified.
Zhao Qianjun's eyes suddenly became moist, and tears suddenly welled up. Strings of teardrops slid across his jade-like face and fell to the white jade ground.
A beautiful woman standing behind him gently took his hand, squeezed it hard, and signaled him to hold back.
Zhao Qianjun gritted his teeth and looked up to the sky, pouring tears back into his eyes to prevent them from flowing out again.
The beautiful woman looked at him with pity.
Zhao Qianjun lowered his head, barely twitching his lips at her, and his eyes fell on the dead Tianhai Sword Sect masters again.
Then he glanced at the people around him.
Everyone looked down at their dead classmates.
There are classmates here who I am familiar with and close friends with, and there are also classmates who have had awkward conflicts. They are all geniuses with amazing qualifications.
He originally had a bright and bright future, but now he is lying in a coffin and will soon be buried underground.
This makes them feel a sense of inexplicable melancholy and heaviness, as if they will end up like this one day.
Zhao Qianjun's voice was dry and he said slowly: "It was my incompetence that caused all the disciples to die heroically!"
His voice suddenly rose and he shouted: "Although they are dead, their heroic spirits are still there, and they will definitely protect us and our Tianhai Sword Sect in the sky!"
His eyes glared and his face was ferocious: "They are no longer here, but our Tianhai Sword Sect still has countless disciples. As long as we are here, the Tianhai Sword Sect cannot be destroyed. Not only will it not be destroyed, we will become even stronger!"
Everyone's spirits were lifted.
Zhao Qianjun said in a deep voice: "Our Tianhai Sword Sect will never let their sacrifices be in vain. This revenge must be avenged!"
"Revenge!" someone shouted together.
Then there was a continuous roar.
"revenge!"
"revenge!"
"revenge--!"
…
The roars came one after another, and the low and depressing atmosphere turned into fierceness and passion. Everyone's blood was boiling, and they wished they could rush down the Haitian Cliff right now, towards the Six Paths of the Demon Sect and the Shenwu Mansion, to avenge their fellow sects.
Even if I die, I will not hesitate.
Zhao Qianjun looked at them with satisfaction, his eyes were bright, and his jade-like face was filled with excitement and madness: "Of all the sects in Daqian, I am the number one in the Tianhai Sword Sect, and no one can match it!"
"The best in the world, no one can match it!"
"The best in the world, no one can match it!"
…
Everyone shouted again.
Fa Kong stood on the opposite mountain peak, looking at the giant sword slowly condensing over Haitian Cliff, shook his head and closed his eyes.
The giant sword above Haitian Cliff slowly dispersed.
Fakong opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the martial arts training ground of Haitianya. He formed seals with his hands and began to murmur.
Suddenly, a murmur came to the ears of the people who were roaring, and they couldn't help but be startled. When they listened carefully, they seemed to be chanting sutras.
Everyone hurriedly turned their heads and looked around, trying to find the person who made the noise. Chanting sutras at this time interrupted their boiling blood, which was really disappointing.
But I looked around and found nothing.
Someone yelled: "Who——?"
"come out!"
"You're so sneaky and haven't shown up yet!"
But the sound of chanting still lingered in their minds, and every word was so clear that they could even remember it.
They couldn't help but concentrate on memorizing and thinking about what scriptures it was, as if they really understood Buddhist scriptures and Dharma.
"This is the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra!" someone shouted in a low voice.
Everyone turned to look over, but it was a middle-aged man who was looking around with a solemn expression.
"Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra..." People fell into thinking.
Judging from Uncle Zhou's appearance, the Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha mantra should be very famous, and he should know it too, right?
Zhao Qianjun perked up and raised his voice: "Master Fakong, why don't you show up to see me?"
The beautiful woman beside him whispered: "Master Fakong from Vajra Temple?"
Zhao Qianjun nodded.
The old men around him looked at the one hundred and twenty red sandalwood coffins with solemn faces and burning eyes.
The young people in these coffins are all the pillars of the Tianhai Divine Sword, their foundation, and their direct disciples.
The death of these disciples made them extremely sad and angry.
They had also thought about asking Fa Kong to resurrect these disciples, but they knew in their hearts that Fa Kong would not agree.
Even if the strongest Qinggong expert is sent to the Shenjing as soon as possible to see Fa Kong, Fa Kong will definitely avoid seeing him.
Fakong is a disciple of Daxue Mountain. He will only be happy when he sees the death of an elite disciple of Tianhai Sword Sect. How can he save him?
The Tianhai Sword Sect and Daxue Mountain have already had a bad relationship and conflict, and they wish to see the Tianhai Sword Sect suffer a great loss in strength.
What's more, the person who killed them was Fakong's attendant Lin Feiyang, which was tantamount to killing them with his own hands, and it was impossible to save them.
It is very likely that Lin Feiyang did it on Fakong's orders.
At this time, when they heard Fakong's chanting, they were suddenly inspired, and hope suddenly surged up in the state of despair and grief, as if they had gone from hell to heaven.
The sound of Fa Kong’s chanting continued to linger.
Some people couldn't hold back and jumped to the top of the surrounding temples, looking around, hoping to find Fakong.
It was impossible to find someone by following the sound. Fa Kong's chanting sound lingered in their minds, and they could not tell which direction it was coming from.
You can only search with your eyes.
But Fakong is located on another mountain peak, separated by a bamboo forest, so it is impossible to be discovered.
"Look! Look! Look!"
"ah!"
"Wake up, wake up!"
…
Suddenly there was a sound of exclamation, and people found that the corpse in the coffin began to move. They slowly sat up and looked around blankly.
One corpse after another slowly sat up, holding on to the mouth of the red sandalwood coffin, with blank and confused eyes.
People around him began to get excited.
Back from the dead!
Monk Fakong’s Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra can indeed bring people back to life!
seeing is believing.
The resurrected person felt that his vitality and strength were returning little by little, so he slowly stood up and stepped out of the coffin, standing upright.
One hundred and twenty young masters stood together, making Zhao Qianjun's eyes shine with excitement.
No matter how heroic it is, the death of one hundred and twenty elite masters is a huge loss to the Tianhai Sword Sect.
Now that he had gained it and lost it again, he felt nothing but ecstasy in his heart.
The sound of Fakong's chanting disappeared from everyone's minds. He stood on the top of the mountain with a smile, looking at the situation on the opposite side, feeling his faith soaring.
The scope of Xiaoxitian's Paradise on this side has increased fourfold, and the control of Xiaoxitian's Paradise has become more and more comfortable.
He could clearly feel the hostility and friendliness of everyone in Haitian Cliff towards him. These complex one hundred and twenty young masters were full of kindness and respect for him.
His smile became even brighter: These are one hundred and twenty seeds!
With these one hundred and twenty seeds, the Tianhai Sword Party will undergo inexplicable changes.
He even had the opportunity to control the Tianhai Sword Sect, and the manipulation was extremely secretive.
After the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra is cast, the person receiving the spell will unconsciously respect the caster, just like a reborn parent.
This is a natural thing and people will not doubt it.
After all, no matter how ruthless a person is, he will be grateful to the person who saved his life and want to repay him.
These one hundred and twenty young masters all have a bright future and will surely be the pillars of the Tianhai Sword Sect in the future.
Even though they only live sixty years.
For ordinary people, a life span of sixty years will make them suffer and despair, but for people who have died once, a life span of sixty years will make them cherish life more and achieve greater achievements.
Moreover, it is certain that their life span of only sixty years will cause inexplicable changes in their state of mind, making them more determined and hardened.
This makes it easier to break through to the Grand Master.
Naturally, he is the pillar of the Tianhai Sword Sect.
And a lifespan of only sixty years will make the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect more sympathetic to them and more friendly to them.
After all, they died for the Tianhai Sword Sect and only had sixty years to live.
In short, these one hundred and twenty people are extremely useful. They can have a huge influence. Even if they speak for themselves, they will obey them unconsciously.
As long as you pass your instructions to yourself, pass them on to them in their sleep, and implant them in their hearts, they will obey them unconsciously, and neither you nor the people around you will be able to clearly understand this.
This is the deepest secret that I will never tell anyone or let anyone know.
Even Xu Qingluo and Faning would not say it.
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Haitianya was beaming with joy, one hundred and twenty red sandalwood coffins had been moved away, and people were talking to them in the huge martial arts training ground.
Everyone then knew what happened, and immediately cursed Zhu Ni and Lin Feiyang.
"Master, I think the most important thing is to get rid of Zhu Ni!"
"Yes, get rid of Zhu Ni!"
"This Zhu Ni is too threatening!"
"But how to get rid of her?"
"Assassinate!"
"I'm afraid it will be difficult. She is accompanied by Lin Feiyang, who is a master of assassination."
"Hmph, there is only one Lin Feiyang, how many of us are there?!"
"It makes sense, kill Zhu Ni at all costs!"
There are more than a hundred people who have been disabled in the martial arts field. They all have lost their cultivation, but their power is still there. They stand at the front, next to the leader Zhao Qianjun.
They hated Zhu Ni so much that they first abolished their martial arts skills and then seriously injured 120 of them.
Zhu Ni and Lin Feiyang cooperate and can even level the Haitian Cliff!