Chapter 268: Heaven Made Chessboard Stars Make Children 1
In the Four Symbols Sect, the sword light flashes and the spiritual power surges.
The Four Symbol Sect did not leave any monks to guard Xuanwu Lake, so among the four branches, Xuanwu Hall was the first to fall.
Zhu Junhe didn't have much feelings for the Xuanwu Palace, but when the Xuanwu Palace collapsed, he still roared angrily and knocked out half of the three early Mahayana monks who were surrounding him.
Come far.
Once a monk enters the Mahayana stage, his aura is so long that it is completely unimaginable.
As long as the difference in cultivation is not too big, there is no problem if a battle between Mahayana monks lasts for half a year.
This is also the reason why Lu Haodang gathered so many Mahayana monks.
From the beginning, the four members of the Four Symbol Sect were almost always one against three or even one against four. Lu Haodang wanted to use his absolute strength to crush them and infinitely shorten the time required for this battle.
This melee between Mahayana monks lasted from dawn to dusk.
However, although the balance of victory is tilting towards Lu Haodang's side, fortunately, the four people from the Sixiang Sect are still standing in front of the mountain gate.
In the three mountains behind them, there were countless auras and howls.
There were sounds they were familiar with and sounds they had never heard before.
They were unable to count how many cultivators had fallen into a pool of blood, because in the battle in front of them, a little bit of negligence could cause them to fall directly into the abyss.
Lu Haodang looked at Wen Zhiming, whose hands were trembling slightly, and snorted coldly. Four huge red, orange, yellow and green spiritual swords disappeared from behind him. When they reappeared, Wen Zhiming was surrounded.
"Sea of Bamboo!" The magic formula in Huanzhu's hand changed, and in the next moment, in the space under Wen Zhiming's feet, waist-thick arrow bamboo shoots popped out of the air.
The bamboos are intertwined and the bamboo leaves are clanging.
Every bamboo leaf is a sharp white blade.
In the sea of bamboo, it looks like a mountain of swords.
Jianglong's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was above Wen Zhiming.
His whole body shimmered with golden light, like a Buddha in the West.
He stood upside down and turned one hand into a palm. Under his palm, the swastika seal burst out with an aura that seemed to be able to tear the world apart.
"Execution Seal!"
The sound waves vibrated, and all monks below the peak of the Mahayana felt dizzy and lost consciousness for a moment.
Wen Zhiming was almost completely surrounded by heaven and earth, front, back, left and right.
"Master Wen Tian, don't struggle anymore. After a day of fierce fighting, you don't have much spiritual power left in your body. I'm afraid you won't be able to catch our killing moves!" Lu Haodang said with confidence.
"Heavenly Master?"
"Heavenly Master?"
The monks in the transformation stage who saw this scene from a distance all felt chills running down their spines. The little old man was not tall, and sometimes his back was slightly hunched.
However, he is the belief in the hearts of everyone in the Sixiang Sect. He is their backbone and their Optimus Prime.
"Sect Master, let me help you!" Cui Zhenren, who had been teased by Jiang Xiaoyu, punched a disciple of Shuixian Hall a hundred feet away, and then hurriedly moved towards Wen Zhiming's direction.
On the ground, dozens of flying swords instantly caught up with his figure. He turned around angrily and was immediately greeted by four or five monks.
Scenes like this happen in every corner of Sixiang Sect.
However, no one could get close to Wen Zhiming.
Not far away, in Lin Zhihuan's vest, a green dragon loomed up in the wind. The green dragon breathed out flames and wanted to tear a hole from the siege of Ye Shoucheng, Zhao Huaien and Jiang Mo. However, the three of them dodge and immediately attacked.
Lin Zhihuan's body.
There was no other way, Lin Zhihuan had no choice but to return to his body with his spiritual consciousness to temporarily avoid the sharp edge. However, without the support of his spiritual consciousness, Qinglong instantly dissipated into a cloud of mist.
"The big ax breaks the mountain!" Qiao Kaishan roared angrily, and directly chopped out a vacuum space for a mile or two in front of him. He was about to rush towards Wen Zhiming when he heard several more rapid sounds:
"Sakyamuni Sanshou!"
"Spirit Purple Mist Miasma!"
"Luohua Qingren Sword!"
Lu Haodang was successful because the battlefield was properly divided by his people.
Every member of the Four Elephants Sect has to face enemies several times their own. And whenever they want to help each other, they will immediately be hit by a sudden blow.
This is an unfair battle, and it is also the most commonly used method in the world of cultivation.
The path of cultivation, whether it is fighting against heaven or against earth, will ultimately end in fighting against humans.
Therefore, using more to defeat less and using the strong to bully the weak is the safest way to obtain resources.
The winner will always receive glory, because he has the ability to silence discordant voices.
The weak cannot get any mercy, because they have no connection with this world.
The monks who belonged to Lu Haodang couldn't help but look at Wen Zhiming.
As long as he dies, the Sixiang Sect's stubborn resistance will be gone. As long as this brutality is gone, no matter how powerful the monks are, they will be gnawed into white skeletons without any flesh and blood by them like ants and locusts.
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Wen Zhiming coughed twice. In the past fifteen days, the painstaking efforts to maintain the four-elephant mountain-protecting formation had dissipated a large part of his energy. After fighting with these three people for a whole day, the corner of his mouth,
It's already a little red.
But he is Wen Zhiming, he is the leader of the Four Symbols Sect, he is the little old man that no one dares to look down on.
He wiped the corners of his mouth, and when he stared ahead again, his aura suddenly changed, as if he was looking down at the world.
The strong wind blew up, causing Wen Zhiming's white beard and hair to dance with the wind.
He raised his head, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out from his half-closed eyes.
The light penetrated the air, penetrated the clouds, penetrated the stars, and penetrated the long time.
He stepped on his right foot and shouted:
"A chessboard made in heaven!"
In an instant, a huge chessboard quickly extended based on the plane he stepped on.
When the monk on the side saw this scene, he was immediately stunned for a moment, because in the three-dimensional space, a huge chessboard seemed to appear.
This is a cube that directly covers the entire Four Symbol Sect. In the middle of the cube, the sub-lines and the main line intersect. Everyone is inside it. Although they don't feel any discomfort for the time being, they still have an ominous premonition in their hearts.
At this time, Wen Zhiming raised one hand again, pointing his single index finger directly at the sky.
"Heaven makes a chessboard!"
"Xingzuozi!"
The clouds disappeared, the day disappeared, and the Four Symbols Sect instantly turned into night.
However, the sky seemed to be exceptionally clean at this time, and the countless twinkling stars became clearer than ever before.
"boom!"
"boom!"
From the sky, meteorites hit each other with long tail flames.
Suddenly, the sky lit up.
"No! Look!"
Everyone was surprised to find that it was not daytime again, but that the entire sky had been filled with meteorites.
Wen Zhiming shook his hands, and then pointed his right hand to the four spiritual swords on the front, back, left and right with a falling gesture.
“No regrets when you make a move!”
"Boom!" The four spiritual swords were directly smashed into pieces by four meteorites.
Then, his left hand pointed upward and downward respectively.
“No regrets when you make a move!”
The meteorite directly hit Jianglong's face. Jianglong quickly closed his palm and smashed the flying meteorite into pieces with one palm.
The sea of bamboo beneath me had turned into a sea of fire amidst meteorites one after another.
"The lord is mighty!"
"The master's magical power!"
Below, even the monks who were still fighting to the death were shouting loudly.
The three of them gathered together again.
Huan Zhu sighed: "I haven't seen him take action in a hundred years. I never expected that he has reached the point where he can control the celestial phenomena!"
"Hmph! Celestial phenomenon?" Lu Haodang snorted coldly: "I think he is just at the end of his game!"
Over there, Lin Zhihuan cast a worried look at Wen Zhiming.
He is the person who knows Wen Zhiming best, and he knows better than anyone how much this move consumes Wen Zhiming.
He wanted to say a few words of advice, but suddenly he thought that if he didn't fight for his life at this moment, his life would really be lost.
"Lao Qiao! Lao Zhu! It's about to begin!"
The two people separated in the distance nodded towards him.
It’s about to begin. The true chessboard stars act like stars. Wen Zhiming’s most powerful move so far is about to begin. Just now, it’s just a simple prelude.
He will let all cultivators in the world see the brilliant fireworks all over the sky.
He wants to kill and make the world tremble when he mentions today!