More than a dozen phantoms stretched out their hands, holding magic weapons in their hands, and worked with Chen Yuan to push away the karmic thunder that cut through the sky and the earth. Different figures and different voices echoed in the moment.
"We came together, how can we let you go alone!"
boom!
Huge thunder shook the sky and the earth, and the vast expanse of white spread and bloomed for a moment, then quickly retracted, and darkness swept back again, occupying people's vision.
A figure fell from the sky.
It seemed like a long time passed.
The thunder gradually died away, the swirling black clouds mixed with lightning also dispersed, and the night became quiet again.
Crack!
The burning attic could no longer hold up and collapsed. The disciples with their eyes closed felt the light fade away, and then they dared to open their eyes. It took a long time to recover from the shock.
"What just happened?!"
"I seem to have seen that demon rushing towards Thunder Tribulation!"
"I also saw...a person in the thunder and lightning, and there seemed to be many figures around him. I don't know who they are."
"...That Chen Yuan fell down!"
"just in front!!"
…
In front of the half-collapsed sword-holding building, Lao Niu was lying there, twitching all over, with faint electric light bouncing around, looking dully into the distance.
Not far away, Wang Xuanyi, whose robes were charred, stood up with disheveled hair, looked around with dull eyes, and walked out a few steps in embarrassment. The disciples who came to help him were pushed away by him, as if they didn't recognize him, and they looked at him.
The other party bared his teeth and suddenly smiled again.
"Haha... It's on fire... Hahaha, it's thundering, people are going to die..."
"The demon is here and wants to kill you all!"
He glanced around the burning attic. There were dead and undead figures all over the place. He frantically took off his clothes and ran around dragging them on the ground.
"What happened to the leader..."
"Maybe... crazy."
Many disciples came back to their senses and looked at the leader running wildly over there, with worries on their faces. Sun Zhengde, who was in the oxcart, quietly poked his head out, heard the conversation of the Canglan disciples outside, and touched the peach wood sword in his hand.
He was about to rush out to stop him, but suddenly he saw a figure soaring from the outside, and he was so frightened that he shrank back into the car.
"The demon destroyed me Canglan!!"
The old voice suddenly resounded, and the old man in yin and yang robes descended from the sky. Many disciples around him did not know who this old man was. When a fellow disciple who was looking for the old man came back out of breath, he explained to everyone: "Brothers and brothers,
, this is the great uncle of Demon Suppressing Cave!"
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. After a moment, they all bowed and said, "Greetings to my great-uncle!"
"Well, he's quite polite." The old man's face was yellow and wrinkled, his beard and hair were snow-white, but his eyes were extremely majestic, as if there were hidden blades. It gave the disciples of the mountain sect the feeling that he was even more majestic than the head Wang Xuanyi. The old man
Looking around at the collapsed and burning attic, in the firelight, there were all groaning or dead disciples, and he frowned immediately.
"Where is the leader Wang Xuanyi?"
"Come back, uncle...the master is over there!" A rather young disciple pointed carefully towards the sword-holding tower, where he saw a figure wearing nothing but his robes and dancing his robe back and forth.
"Wang Xuanyi!!"
The old man roared, shaking the running and shouting figure. Then he looked around in confusion, then grinned in an infatuated manner, sat down on the ground, picked up the golden sword, and threw it in his hand.
Throw away play.
"Uncle Master, the leader... seems to be crazy."
The old man with white hair and beard listened to the words of others without speaking. He looked at the crazy Wang Xuanyi and pursed his lips, then turned to the front. A charred figure was lying in the corner of the empty square, and he led a group of disciples.
Walked over.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
A shout of Buddha's name came, not far from the charred figure. Monk Zhenhai was also in a miserable state, with his robes in tatters. He walked up to the old man with his seal upright on one hand and bowed his head slightly.
"Uncle Master, this monk is in the same group as Chen Yuan who turned into a demon!" A disciple recognized him and pointed at Zhenhai and shouted.
"Uncle Master!"
Ruyue and Xu Qingfeng also came and stood behind Zhenhai, bowing their hands to the old man in yin and yang robes over there. Unexpectedly, the uncle who was punished to stay in the Demon Zhen Cave came up the mountain.
The old man looked at them, narrowed his eyes, just nodded, and looked at the monk in front of him.
"For a monk to interfere in such a thing, his hard work in front of the Buddha will be in vain. I'll give you two breaths, get out of the way and get out of the Canglan Sword Gate!"
"Sharp-tongued, sharp-tongued, aggressive, either a shrew or a scoundrel."
Without moving his feet, Zhenhai suddenly pulled out his cassock from his chest, put it on in front of everyone, and made a vertical seal: "My Buddha is compassionate and urges you to put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
"Heh, it seems you're not leaving."
The old man nodded with a smile, and waved a cold light like a sword from the palm of his hand under his robe sleeves. Zhenhai hurriedly blocked it with a bang, and his body was pushed back for more than ten steps. Every step cracked the floor tiles, leaving behind
There were cracked footprints, and after he stood still, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Nascent Soul..."
A trace of emotion finally appeared in Zhenhai's eyes. He glanced at Chen Yuan, who was on the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and the seals in his palms quickly changed. "Buddhas of the ten directions, the Great Wheel Pure Land, the Great Dharma Mantra, the Prajnaparamita, and the cassock!"
He tore off the cassock and whirled it in his hand, immediately throwing it away into the sky to cover the old man, wrapping him directly, leaving only his head outside. As the mantra was quickly recited from Zhenhai's mouth, the cassock tightened visibly to the naked eye.
The old man struggled hard, but when he saw that he couldn't break free, he showed a hint of surprise and shouted: "Tianlu!"
As if the words were spoken, the sword-holding tower collapsed, and the ancient sword with inscriptions that usually hung in front of the sword tower burst out with dark magic light, broke through the eaves of the building and rose into the night sky, turning into a meteor and stabbing directly at the old man.
The sword intent swept across like a mountain, and the cassock wrapped around the old man's body suddenly loosened as if stimulated, and quickly flew back to Zhenhai's hand.
Buzz!
The ancient sword rang softly, dancing gently in the old man's hand, and then he threw it to the ground. Cracks spread out from under his feet in an instant.
"Tianlong Sword...it turns out that it still has spirituality."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xu Qingfeng and Ruyue looked at the ancient sword that had been hanging in the sword-holding tower for many years in surprise, and they did not expect it to be so powerful.
Zhenhai looked at the old man and the spirit sword warily, wiped the blood, and walked back to his original position, probably not to get out of the way.
"Okay, I'm coming out of the Demon Suppressing Cave again, so I'll try my sword on you first!"
"Senior of Canglan Sword Sect, if you kill this monk, Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple will cause trouble for you!"
The sky was dim and bright, and in the direction from which the voice came, under the gate of Canglan Mountain, three Taoist priests were looking over, carrying mahogany swords and holding fly whisks in their hands.
It was the three Taoist priests Yuchen, Yunlong and Yunhe who came all night to cast spells. Yuchen bowed slightly and said: "I heard that a senior of your sect made a big mistake and was punished by his senior brother to face the wall of the Demon Suppressing Cave for dozens of times.
Zai, I didn’t expect to see senior at this time.”
"Haha, that's right, it's me Li Congyun!" The old man didn't hesitate. He chuckled and stroked his white beard, "The three of you are from the Tianshi Mansion, right? You guys have good memories and you still remember everything, but
Make no mistake about it, I voluntarily went to the Devil's Cave, and it was me who gave up the position of leader to my senior brother, instead of making a big mistake. In my heart, it's all right!"
"Right or wrong, the three of us will not quarrel with our seniors."
Yuchen lifted up the fly whisk and cupped his hands, then strode over and looked at the charred body on the ground: "This Chen Yuan, the three poor Taoists want to take him away, do you want your senior's permission?"
Li Congyun laughed out loud: "Why do I need permission?!"
"This is what the Heavenly Master ordered."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Is your Celestial Master still alive? Then I will pay you a visit someday. As for this man, he destroyed my Canglan Sword Sect and killed..."
"It was you who killed his master first. The three poor Taoists were present at that time!" Yunlong's temperament changed drastically after he left Guangwei City. The mahogany sword in his hand turned into an ancient sword and was smashed to the ground: "Also, his master
He may be the sixth generation ancestor of my Tianshi Mansion. If it proves to be true, the Tianshi Mansion will ask your sect for an explanation!"
As soon as these words came out, not only Li Congyun's smile froze, but also Ru Yue and Xu Qingfeng over there showed horrified looks. The Tianshi Mansion was recognized by the imperial court and was the largest sect in the north. The disciples in the sect could be said to be all over the world, among the people.
The common people have very deep relationships with all sects of the monastery. If we really want an explanation, the Canglan Sword Sect may be in catastrophe.
"There are so many unsatisfactory people from the Canglan Sword Sect. It's time for the Tianshi Mansion to give them a push. Since you want to speak out, I'll give it to you!"
Li Congyun raised his hand and struck out with a knife. Wang Xuanyi, who was running and shouting wildly, instantly shot up into the sky with his arm trailing a line of blood. He screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around in pain.
"Are you satisfied with this statement?"
Yuchen and the others were also startled by the old man's willingness to do anything. They knew Wang Xuanyi, and even if he was crazy, he was still the leader of a sect... But right now, they were here to save people.
, and then it will be decided by the Heavenly Master.
Forget it, the three of them cupped their hands and went straight over to pick up the charred body on the ground. They said goodbye again and turned to walk down the mountain. Sun Zhengde, who was in the bullock cart over there, saw this and rushed out to pick up the still confused body.
The old cow put on the reins and followed quickly with a whip.
The old cow followed mechanically with his hoofs, but his mind was a mess.
'I just seemed to have had a dream. I dreamed that I had a human body, arms, and a steel fork. It was so powerful!'
He used his little demon power to talk to the original ghost in the wooden man in the car. The latter was still in the aftermath of the thunder, his soul was in turmoil, and he couldn't listen to Lao Niu's words.
…
"how's it going?"
The three Taoist priests who were walking along the way met with several Taoist priests waiting at the foot of the mountain, and quickly checked Chen Yuan's breath. Yunlong Yunhe looked anxiously, and Yuchen sighed, shook his head and took his hand back.
"There is no breath, the soul has left the body...it cannot be saved."
Zhenhai followed behind, said the Buddha's name, closed his eyes and turned his face to one side.
"Fellow Daoist Chen has no relatives or friends, so he brought him back to Luodu." Yunlong took a deep breath and felt a little sad when he thought about the death of both master and disciple. "Luodu, at least he still has the life given to him by the imperial court.
Ancestral temple, it is appropriate to be buried there.”
Sun Zhengde, who was driving the bullock cart, listened on the sidelines. When he heard the story about Chen Yuan's death, he came out trembling, knelt down and burst into tears.
The old cow who came back to his senses also shed tears.
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I endured the pain and wrote a chapter last night, but the pain kept me awake all night, and I didn't fall asleep until dawn.
I went to physical therapy again today.
When I saw the monthly pass of 1,000 yuan, I knew that I would need to add more updates, and the 3,000 yuan subscription also arrived, which was also an extra update.
I have to write a total of seven chapters. I will fill them up in two days after I feel better in two days.