On the arm stretched out from the entrance of the Taixu Illusion Realm, one eye saw the light of the falling sword, and a hint of panic appeared. The five fingers changed, and the hand was pushed up. A phantom of a mountain appeared, with a gourd vine growing on it, with branches and leaves.
Mao, full of vitality.
As soon as the two came into contact, the light of the sword easily broke through the gourd vines and chopped the mountain shadow into pieces. The little novice's arm also exploded, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood, scattered on the ground.
During this period, the young novice also used the sharp edge of the sword to squeeze into the land of Hanxia.
"Leave him alone! Stabilize the earth veins, and don't let his flesh and blood merge with the earth's energy, so as to eliminate the possibility of his energy being contaminated by the earth's energy."
As Qian Zhiwen spoke, he raised the official seal representing the identity of the magistrate of Lu'an County and pressed it against the ground.
With the pressure of the official seal, the Qi of a county caused subtle vibrations in the earth's veins, squeezing out the little novice's flesh and blood that had not yet integrated into the earth.
Then, the monks of the Curse Court chanted mantras one after another, and the sound of the Tao echoed in all directions. The pure breath, the breath of purifying the earth's veins, made the little novice feel the flesh and blood that he had dispersed into the earth, and those who had just made contact with those who were too illusory.
The earth's veins with the aura of the realm have become extremely unstable.
More importantly, the aura belonging to the Taixu illusion is gradually dissipating.
"Don't even think about it!"
The young novice monk's eyes were full of anger, and he took the purple gourd from his waist. He held the gourd with one arm and bowed slightly to the surroundings. Wisps of purple energy spurted out from the mouth of the gourd, turning into a cloud of auspicious mist and covering all directions.
The faint fragrance spreads in all directions and blends into the surrounding land.
Then, both the Curse Court monk and Qian Zhiwen were surprised to find that they could no longer prevent the other party from connecting with the earth's veins.
It was as if the other party was the deity destined for this place.
Qian Zhiwen looked carefully and immediately noticed something was wrong.
"Purple Qi of Fortune? Why is the Purple Qi of Fortune in Taixuan Realm still useful in Hanxia?"
Qian Zhiwen exclaimed, and immediately took a few steps back. The official seal in his hand glowed slightly, and a steady stream of Lu'an County energy gathered, vaguely forming a divine light to bless him.
Milo on the other side also saw something was wrong. Knowing more, he immediately guessed the changes in front of him. This must be related to the fact that the little novice had obtained the blood-born divine skeleton, but how could it be possible?
"Why did the divine remains left by the God of Fortune Hanxia turn into blood fetuses? And why did they fall into the illusion of Taixu?"
Milo whispered to himself, but the little novice monk above him did not slow down. While letting his aura match the earth veins, he continued to absorb the vitality of the Taixu Illusion Realm from the earth veins, as well as part of Han Xia's earth veins, to support himself.
Its power continues to increase, and there are vague signs of condensing the authority of the god.
His originally severed arm also recovered quickly, with wisps of auspicious clouds surrounding him, and the purple energy of merit became purer, but his divine light was still mixed and not like a true god.
Yun An, who was on the side, could not suppress the changes in the earth's veins and its combination. He raised the weapon in his hand again, military energy condensed above it, and the shadow of a big sword appeared again, and slashed at the little novice monk.
"How can a mere military strategist hurt the true God?"
The little novice monk, who was supported by the earth's veins, grinned widely and completely looked down on Yun'an and the others.
An innate warrior who competes in the Immortal Dao Foundation Establishment Realm, with a group of small soldiers, can still cause chaos.
The new man's arm stretched out, his fingers spread wide, and he grasped the falling shadow of the sword.
It was obviously an illusory shadow of a knife, but the moment it touched the little novice's palm, it became reality.
Along with the huge and long-lasting harsh collision of gold and iron, the surrounding energy was slightly distorted.
The five fingers of the little novice monk were like five nails, stuck in the shadow of the knife, and then slowly exerted force, trying to crush it.
Unexpectedly, the military flag behind Yun An spread out, and a wisp of divine power blessed him. The little novice tried hard several times, but failed. On the contrary, with Yun An's waving movements, after a harsh and violent sound like cutting metal, half of the little novice's body
The palm of the hand was cut off.
"Look at the knife!"
Seeing that the first move was effective, Yun An flew into the air, twisted his body, and used the strength of his body and waist to wave the weapon in his hand downwards again.
It seems that the previous success made everyone in the Guardian Division even more motivated to fight. This time, the condensed blade shadow became sharper, and cold light flowed on the blade.
It was made with the energy and blood of the crowd, combined with the fighting intent of the military flag, and its sharpness made the young novice feel a slight chill all over.
"You bastard! A mere mortal dares to harm a divine body!"
The little novice monk's expression was furious, but he retreated violently and fell to the ground. The palm of his hand that had been cut off recovered and he made a clasping motion with the other hand.
The next second, the earth's energy rolled, and the soil continued to rise and rise. Under the entanglement of gourd vines, it was fixed and shaped, and gradually turned into a huge clay statue.
The surface of the statue is rough, mixed with stream water, soil and gravel, with some gourd vines and weeds and tree roots mixed in the middle. It looks very scary, but if you look closely, you can see that it has the appearance of a mountain god.
Surrounded by purple auspicious clouds condensed with good fortune, it turns into phantoms such as longevity peaches, wishful thinking, and treasure bottles, giving it the aura of a god of good fortune.
Finally, with the appearance of the statue, faint Sanskrit sounds sounded, and wisps of Buddha light emerged. The eyes of the statue were like the eyes of a cow, exuding gentle and compassionate thoughts, giving it a Buddhist atmosphere.
The hands of the statue were like those of a young novice, slowly clasping their hands together. In the palms of the hands, countless pieces of mud and gourd vines squirmed, connecting with each other to form a snare to catch the falling knife shadow.
Seeing this, Milo below looked at the monks in the Curse Court beside him and whispered: "Don't resist!"
After saying that, more than a dozen paper butterflies flew out of his hands and stuck to the monks in the Curse Court one after another. Then they flew into the air and fell into the middle of the crowd.
The moment the monk of the Cursing Court felt the paper butterfly close to his body, he felt a soft breath blending into his body. The next second, his body began to play a musical instrument uncontrollably, and he stood next to Milo and changed his position. It was obvious that he was performing some kind of ritual.
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As the sound of the Tao sounded again, a phantom of a treasure mirror appeared in Milo's hand. He stood in the middle of many monks of the Curse Court and shouted to the little novice monk: "The true god? He walked out of the illusion and relied on the remains of the god to survive.
What right does an evil creature have to call itself a true god?"
Such ridicule naturally made the little novice monk glare at him angrily. When he saw Milo standing in the center of the Curse Court, the shadow of the precious mirror in his hand was also pointed at him.
The mirror light fell, and the auspicious purple energy dispersed around it, revealing the divine light inside.
Looking at himself in the precious mirror, the little novice monk was very frightened. He wanted to move, but was surprised to find that there was a gap between the divine body and his own energy.
"Yun'an, at this moment, his body and soul have not been completely integrated, cut off the divine bones in his body!"
Milo shouted loudly and looked at the statue with the precious mirror in his hand.
The gourd vines and soil on the outside became translucent one after another, revealing the purple energy of merit inside. Under the guidance of a ray of Buddha's light, an incomplete skeleton was found.
Only then did everyone discover that the purple energy of merit in the little novice monk's body was actually based on this divine corpse.
"The skeleton of the God of Fortune?" When Qian Zhiwen saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly, but the divine light on the official seal in his hand was gradually dissipating, and the energy of Lu'an County that was constantly gathering began to become peaceful.
Although Yun'an didn't know where the little novice got the divine remains of the God of Fortune, nor how he managed to break through to the realm of Ningzhen when his form and spirit were not completely consistent, he knew very well what Milo was talking about.
wrong.
Yun An, who landed on the ground, waved his weapon again, this time the shadow of the sword was pointed directly at the divine corpse in the statue.
The little novice monk kept struggling, all kinds of talismans around Milo exploded one after another, and the paper butterflies on the monks of the Cursing Court turned into fly ash. Milo's face turned pale, but the mirror light remained stable, firmly fixing the energy, allowing
He couldn't move.
And just when the sword shadow was about to cut open the statue, a sigh sounded in the void.
"Hey! If you just kill this fool, I will be happy and free, but why bother my brother?"
Then a slightly curved jade wat, emitting divine light, containing alchemy and ink scrolls, with patterns of Tai Chi, lotus flowers, and auspicious clouds, poked out from the void and struck at the shadow of the sword.
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Yi Qi Small Classroom: Wat, also known as Shouban, Jade Tablet, Chaohut or Chaoban, is a tool used by ministers in ancient times when they went to the palace to meet the king. It is said that in ancient times, when civil and military ministers met with the king, they held the wat in both hands to record the king's orders or will.
Write down the words you want to report to the king on the tablet to prevent them from being forgotten.