A strong wind swept through, and dozens or hundreds of bright yellow thunder and lightning suddenly broke through the gaps in the clouds and rushed down, surrounding the bronze mirror suspended above the field from all directions.
They had been hiding this secret for a long time and coaxed Chen Yuan to bring it back to this world. However, God had an eye and reversed time and space and sent the artifact to Zhenjun Temple for protection.
So that they can't do it directly.
Now that the young man named Chen Yuan refuses to give in, they have no other choice. Even if they risk being seen by Heaven, they still have to get this divine object into their hands. If the other party really reverses time and space,
Then everything will be in vain.
I don’t even dare to make a bet, what if this Chen Yuan succeeds?
"Get back the Kunlun Mirror!"
Overlapping, hoarse shouts resounded in the streaks of lightning. For a short moment, Chen Yuan below was staring at the rapidly extending lightning, visually measuring their distance.
"Prepare……"
His lips moved, and he murmured instructions to go to the master on one side. At the moment when dozens or hundreds of thunder and lightning came down, Chen Yuan suddenly reached out and grabbed the sky.
The suspended Kunlun Mirror suddenly flashed with light, shrank back to its original size and fell into his hand.
"Master, I leave it to you."
Thunder and lightning crashed down, hitting the place where Chen Yuan was standing. The lightning suddenly shot out, and the blue-white light blinded the people around him. However, in this half-breath, Yin Xuanling, who was standing still, used a magic technique in his hands.
The decision was suddenly knocked off his feet.
"Start the formation!"
The old voice sounded majestic, and the ground where Fangcao Wife was originally lit up suddenly with lines that quickly spread around him with him as the center.
Duan Yinglong waved his whisk.
"The Immortal Killing Formation, rise!"
In one corner of the formation in all directions, there are more than ten teams of cultivators, elders and disciples of Tianshi Dao. The person with advanced cultivation among them is the leader, and he transfers his own magic power. The leader of the person wields his own magic weapon and inserts it into the formation.
horn.
Dozens of streaks lit up and magic light suddenly extended from all around, connecting with the light spreading from the formation eye.
"It's done."
The old woman's cultivation level was much higher than those of these cultivators. When she saw the figures descending one after another in the electric light, and the Immortal Killing Formation was also operating at the same time due to the efforts of her colleagues, no matter how calm her heart was, she couldn't help but feel a little excited.
However, the smile that just appeared on her face did not appear for a moment, and it quickly sank, and the crutch in her hand was immediately pressed into the soil, "Be careful, there is a scam!"
Chen Yuan, who had just evacuated the magic circle and landed on the ground, turned around when he heard the sound. The electric light that had been restrained suddenly became powerful again, and it exploded with blue ripples in a circular shape and impacted the surroundings.
The lines of the closed array suddenly came to a standstill, and in an instant, the overlapping voices came out with laughter.
"Chen Yuan, do you really think you can deceive us with some tricks?"
The voice turned into a female voice, still hoarse: "Do you really think our stars are sitting in the sky like rotten wood? We also know the tricks of the world, even more than you."
Chen Yuan Tongren shrank, but before he could rush over, the old woman who had just spoken over there flashed to the top of the magic circle, and the crutch in her hand hit the bouncing thunder and lightning.
above.
The light exploded, and the old woman's figure flew back. As she flew back, the crutch rotated, and yellow talismans flew out densely like a rain of arrows. When they touched the air, they ignited flames, ice, and rocks, and then again
They turned into firebirds and other wild beasts and smashed crazily into the thunder and lightning light in the magic circle.
"Qiao'er!"
Chen Yuan shouted, leaped forward, and came behind the old woman with a swish of his body. He blocked her retreating force and lowered her to the ground. At the moment, Chen Yuan ran up with both feet, and the fingers in his hands changed rapidly.
The Immortal Killing Formation must be activated...
"Writing a book and a talisman reveals the power of the spirit!"
The figure turned into a stream of light and ran towards the edge of the magic circle. Several phantoms appeared behind him and were also running towards him. The beautiful beard was flying and the green dragon was whispering. The leopard head and eyes were snakes and the spear was whistling. The cloak was rolling and the heavy spear was swinging...
Ahead, Chen Yuan stepped on the ground and jumped up high. A black shadow flew from the bullock cart. The moment he held it——
Swordsmanship. Excalibur!
As soon as he made a move, Chen Yuan used his strongest swordsmanship. The sword trembled and buzzed, and instantly turned into a heavy broad sword in his hand. The sword surface was engraved with patterns and made a clicking sound.
"Ah!"
The sword edge traced a long trajectory, carrying a bright magic light, and slashed down with a bang. Almost at the same time, several phantoms running behind Chen Yuan also raised their heavy weapons high at the moment, and they all
Swing it down.
Peng!
What was heard was dull movement, mana and divine power were surging up, squeezing the electric snake, and all kinds of weapons were surging around. At this moment, circles of lines appeared on the skin and flesh of Chen Yuan's face, and his clothes
The robe was flying in the air, and the bun on the top of her head was loosened in an instant, flying backwards with a swish.
"Uhhhhh!"
The Yuehuang mana in his hand almost completely exploded, and the several heavy weapons that were smashed down from above also exerted force together, firmly resisting the bouncing electric light, pressing it into the magic circle to prevent it from being destroyed everywhere.
So close.
Chen Yuan could almost see the strange faces of people in this electric light, including old people, young men and women, and immature faces. However, when they looked at Chen Yuan, the expressions on their faces were all ferocious and gloomy.
.
"Chen-yuan!"
In the electric light, faces called Chen Yuan's name one after another, saying in a contemptuous tone: "Is this the only thing you have worked hard for? It's not hard enough... like this..."
"Of course it's more than that!"
Chen Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and pressed down again. Guan Gong, Zhang Fei and other heroes were also using all their incense power to resist the power of the stars coming from the sky to the mortal world.
But it was forced after all. In just a few breaths, Chen Yuan's feet began to tremble, and several heroes behind him were retreating.
"Zhenjun, I'm here to help you!"
The old woman's voice sounded behind her. She rushed over and pressed her skinny palms on Chen Yuan's back. Almost all her life-long cultivation magic power came out in an instant. She originally came from the Tianshi Mansion, and she was practicing with Chen Yuan now.
The Dharma door connected with the branches, and there was no rejection. The two sides merged into one, and finally stopped the retreat.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Chen Yuan held the Moon Sword in both hands and sank violently. The heroes also seemed to have received help, their bodies were solid, and they followed with weapons in their hands.
As it sank downwards, the electric light stirring in the magic circle was suppressed by a few points.
"Master!"
Chen Yuan tried his best. He shouted loudly in the direction, like an old man who was immersed in an illusion suddenly woke up. His eyes flashed across the corner of his eyes, and he looked at the surrounding light from the corner of his eye. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ah!"
Roaring, the spell that was pressed on the ground suddenly erupted into a ball of white light.
The stagnant lines moved again, getting closer and closer to the mana coming from the other formations.
"Hahaha!"
In the blue-white flashing electric light, the voices of the stars were mixed.
"What a spirit, what a courage!"
In his words, he seemed to be increasing his divine power, but just as he was inciting the magic circle to burst open, a figure stepped on the wet ground at the entrance in the distance, and a series of footsteps sounded, as well as the hunter in robes.
The rustling sound came straight to this side.
"You, the stars, have not finished fighting the poor monk yet!"
At the same time as the almost furious roaring voice sounded, there was a terrifying loud bang caused by the force of the palm, slamming against the magic circle.
——The Seal of the Great Subduing Demon Lord!
The old monk who rushed over pressed his palm on the crack of the magic circle, and pressed back the bulging light film of the magic circle. His gray beard danced, and the old monk's Buddha power also stirred. He stepped on the ground with his feet and slowly swelled.
, stepping on the ground until it cracked, and fell into the mud.
The skinny figure also swelled up at the same time, tightening the monk's robes, and a series of crackling bones sounded from his body. In the blink of an eye, the old monk Zhenhai transformed into a tall man, with muscles as hard as iron and a bronze color.
color.
The thick palm that was pressed was lifted up, erecting the Vajra Buddha Seal, and then, with a bang, he slapped it again.
——The Dharma Appearance of King Fudo!
Like a raging-eyed Vajra, under the palm of his hand, there were Buddha sounds everywhere. Behind the magic circle that was originally swollen and cracked, the electric light shrank back and made a roaring sound.
"Old monk, you really thought we didn't dare to kill you——"
"That's for the sake of the Buddha!"
The next moment.
The old monk in Zhenhai suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his huge figure, which was more than ten feet tall, flew into the forest far away, breaking a big tree. He continued to fly upside down without hesitation, and smashed two more trees one after another before landing.
It rolled several times on the ground and bounced twice before it finally came to a stop.
The copper-yellow body suddenly shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its original thin appearance.
Monk Zhenhai's eyes were closed tightly, his face was blue, blood was pouring out from his mouth and nose, and he was lying on the ground twitching slightly. He had suffered a lot of injuries before, but at this moment, he had tried his best.
Fudo Mingwang's method requires sacrificing some essence and blood, but it still has no effect.
Zhenhai trembled and propped up his upper body. He still wanted to go over, crawled a few times, and lay on the ground gasping weakly, "My Buddha...How should disciples stop them...The world is in catastrophe, the people are suffering, my Buddha's mercy...must not be
Save...Sakyamuni...what should disciples do..."
Lying on the ground, his sight was Mo Hu's. He looked at the flashing electric light in the distance and the crumbling magic circle. He kept chanting Buddhist scriptures. He no longer prayed with beads, but prayed to Chen Yuan and other people over there.
, can turn the tide.
"Chen Yuan, please give me a favor."
…
Boom boom——
Thunder rolled in the clouds and on the field, this time completely irritating the stars in the circle, giving up their previous laughter and disdain, and became violent and terrifying.
The monks who maintain the patterns around the array all have livid faces and bloodshot eyes, but they still hold on to the magic weapon and use the gathered mana to drive the patterns towards the eyes of the array.
"Only the last bit is left, let's fight for it!" Duan Yinglong opened his mouth and roared, his mouth was full of blood and the threads stuck between his teeth, he looked quite miserable.
"The gods in heaven are not benevolent. We mortal monks should uphold justice and resolve human disasters. It is our duty..."
His mind became a little confused at this time. In order to stay awake, after shouting, he kept reciting some rules in Tianshi Dao and also spoke words of justice.
The fat Taoist on the side was swaying wildly with his fat body, and blood was constantly dripping from his nose. He wiped it away again and again. He put one hand on the back of the fellow Taoist in front and wiped his nose from time to time with the other hand.
The plump lips trembled as they mumbled.
"If you bleed so much, how much meat do you need to eat to make up for it... Why don't you just instill magic power? There's no need to keep bleeding like this. These gods are not capable of it, but their ability to make people bleed is top-notch..."
"Master, hurry up!"
"Old madman, I'm about to die... I can barely stand on my feet."
On the other side, Qingxu and Feihe are in the same situation. They are the leaders in these formations, facing the terrifying divine power of Xingxu, especially Feihe. One of his hands has been broken by the angry and violent divine power of Xingxu just now.
The elbow bone was broken, and the sleeve of the robe was pierced, revealing a white bone spur.
There was no expression of pain on his face, only a pale white color, and blood was dripping from his mouth and nose. His only remaining hand was still pressing on the magic circle, driving Wenluo forward.
"Master!"
In the nearest place, Chen Yuan's sleeves were still torn open, and the only heroes left behind him were Guan Gong, Xiang Yu, Zhang Fei, Qin Qiong, and Zhao Yun. They had only fought alone before, but now facing the power of the stars, they finally understood their own insignificance.
I wish God would give me another period of time, and do nothing but retreat and practice like crazy, forcing myself to improve my cultivation even a little bit, maybe I can hold on a little longer now.
"Master..."
When he spoke again, the violent divine power of the stars stirred up again, and he swam manically in the magic circle. The electric arc struck out hit the thin film of light. Chen Yuan froze, and the old woman leaning on his back suddenly suddenly
He let out a scream and flew out like a cannonball.
It hit the ground hard, forcing a ravine and pushing it backwards. Kun Dao rushed to help him, but as soon as he made contact, he was knocked to the ground by the arc that had not stopped on the old woman's body.
"Qiao'er!"
The fat Taoist saw this scene in the magic circle not far away and shouted to the old woman. After the voice passed, the thin figure on the ground moved and reached out to grab the crutch left on the ground, but he tried several times and failed. He failed, so he just lay there, looking straight at the thick clouds in the sky with his cloudy eyes.
"Zhenjun...big brother..."
The weak voice murmured, and among the dark clouds she looked at, the old woman suddenly smiled. She seemed to have returned to her youth again, seeing pictures above the clouds that made her nostalgic.
"One copper is ten thousand. If you have three in your hand, that's thirty thousand!"
In that picture, there were palms spread out with blood on them.
The old woman hadn't smiled like this for a long time, and the confused person also stretched out her hand.
It was a young little hand, and three copper coins fell on the big palm. There was a crisp sound of "Ding Dong".
"Brother, will you avenge Qiaoer?"
The timid little girl asked as she stood in front of the man covered in blood.
"meeting."
The man nodded and patted her cute little head, then took her little hand and walked together through her parents' tombs in the dusk, heading to the outside world.