Shi Yaxian walked slowly in the void, avoiding the endless crossbow arrows, and looked towards the golden square array where the endless purple thunder hit.
Boom boom boom, streaks of purple thunder and lightning, like purple divine swords, fell from the sky and struck the body of the golden armored man with crazy slashes.
The superimposed defenses of those three thousand soldiers seemed extremely ridiculous, and were gently torn apart by the purple thunder and lightning, like tearing apart a piece of white paper.
"Puff, puff," suddenly countless golden warriors, like big golden fish, rolled around in the purple ocean.
"Whoosh whoosh," at the same time, Shi Yaxian waved his left hand, and the green divine light in the void suddenly disappeared. The crossbow arrows poured down from the void, hitting the place where they were crazily and violently.
On top of the blue rocks of Fairy Valley.
"Boom, boom, boom," amidst the loud noise, countless rocks rolled down, and the wooden houses carefully built by the Dou Shengjun were destroyed one after another by crossbow arrows.
The three thousand clones of Shi Yaxian looked at the three thousand golden soldiers who had fallen to pieces in Niujiazhuang. Their eyes exuded endless murderous intent.
"Huhu," amidst the fluttering clothes and belts, hundreds of Shi Yaxian's figures appeared high in the sky among the huge golden battleships.
The next moment, golden figures in the battleship erupted with endless divine liquid, and flew out from the battleship.
"Boom, boom," the battleship was controlled by Shi Yaxian and slowly landed towards Niujiazhuang.
"You three thousand celestial warriors, go down and compensate the villagers of Niujiazhuang!"
Shi Yaxian roared and rushed towards the three thousand soldiers who fell to the ground, holding a three-pronged fork, and rushed at an extremely fast speed.
"Amitabha, Donor Xin is indeed not dead. The sin of killing is still too serious."
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in the void. Shi Yaxian frowned and looked up into the sky.
I saw eighteen monks in fiery red robes standing high in the sky. In the hands of each Arhat, golden rays of light were shooting non-stop, illuminating the void, creating a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.
"Eighteen Arhats, help me!"
The golden warrior, who was seriously injured, suddenly said with joy when he saw the eighteen Arhats in the Paradise.
"Xin Xiaoqi, it's time to turn back and put down the butcher knife." Bu Zheng Arhat said softly in the void, but the relic in his hand was thrown out of the void at an extremely fast speed.
Shi Yaxian's pupils shrank, and within his body, the power of Heavenly Evolution burst out. Above the deep sky, more than three thousand stars were emitting starlight violently.
These rays of starlight shone in Niujiazhuang, where Shi Yaxian's clones were everywhere. Shi Yaxian looked at the Eighteen Arhats in the sky, and suddenly a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Now that we're here, let's settle our old and new grudges together."
Today's Shi Yaxian is no longer Xin Xiaoqi who just entered the Creation Realm, but Shi Yaxian who is in the Tianyan Realm and has spied on the Avenue of Time.
"Boom, boom, boom," the endless starlight turned into the Four Sacred Beasts, dipping from the north to the south, and crashed into the void, the array of relics of the Eighteen Arhats.
"I heard that at one time, the Buddha was in the Solitary Garden of Sāvatthi State, together with a group of 1,250 great bhikkhus." The eighteen Arhats saw the great formation of stars in Shiya Immortal's formation.
He couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and hurriedly recited the Diamond Sutra, trying to suppress Shi Yaxian's spiritual thoughts.
"This trick again? Does it make sense?" Shi Yaxian suddenly had a look of disgust on his face.
"The way of a university lies in being clear and virtuous, being close to the people, and striving for perfection...Everything has its beginning and end, and everything has its end. If you know what comes first, you will get the shortcut."
Waves of awe-inspiring righteousness suddenly appeared in the void, suppressing the golden light of the Eighteen Arhats' relic array and shrinking it inch by inch. The faces of the Eighteen Arhats were all horrified, and their eyes looking at Shi Yaxian were full of disbelief.
A look of confidence.
"It seems that you are nothing more than that." Shi Yaxian raised his head and looked into the deep sky, giving a contemptuous look. Dressed in white, he still floated towards the square formation of three thousand golden warriors.
The Eighteen Arhats all looked embarrassed. Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for a few days, Xin Xiaoqi's state would become so unpredictable.
Even these more than three thousand clones not only have the same realm, but also have abundant spiritual energy. Isn't Xin Xiaoqi a physical monk? Why is Taoism so powerful?
"Everyone, get up, don't embarrass me, the Celestial Race, and fight with the devil Xin Xiaoqi."
The leader of the golden warriors staggered to his feet, pulled out the sword in his hand, and pointed it weakly at Shi Yaxian.
Shi Yaxian smiled coldly and said: "Am I the devil? Murderers will always be killed. If you kill the villagers of Niujiazhuang, you must be prepared to be killed."
"How can the mortals of Niujiazhuang compare with gods?" The golden armored man's face turned red. He held up the golden armored men beside him, who were standing unsteadily, and shouted angrily.
"Poof," the tempting three-pronged prong in Shi Yaxian's hand easily pierced the golden armor and pierced the golden armor's chest.
The golden warrior looked at Shi Yaxian and looked at his chest in disbelief, "You, you...!"
"Look, you can be killed just like any other mortal. What's the difference?"
Shi Yaxian sneered, looking at the golden armor that he had stabbed through, his face was filled with pain. Such a good armor was a pity.
"Xin Xiaoqi, don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, put down your butcher knife."
The Eighteen Arhats, illuminated by starlight and awe-inspiring righteousness, shouted loudly to dissuade him.
"Innocent? Killing the mortals of Niujiazhuang will lead to death."
Shi Yaxian suddenly became furious and threw the three-pronged fork of temptation toward the ground. For a moment, endless light of temptation burst out from the three-pronged fork of temptation.
"I, Shi Yaxian, cannot protect the mortals of Master Niu, but I can kill these executioners."
"Huhu," in Shi Yaxian's hand, in the three-pronged fork of temptation, the light of temptation shrouded each golden warrior more intensely. In an instant, each warrior felt deeply that he had sinned deeply.
They all raised their necks, waiting for Shi Yaxian's punishment.
"Xin Xiaoqi, no." The relic formation of the Eighteen Arhats was suppressed by Shi Yaxian's star formation and mixed with Haoran's righteousness. It quickly shrank, but when they saw this strange scene, they couldn't help but shouted in unison.
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Shi Yaxian sneered, picked up the waist knife of the previous golden warrior leader, and chopped it off with one blow.
"Poof," amidst a spurt of blood, a head wearing a golden helmet flew across the void.
"Look, apart from having spiritual energy, what is the difference between you and mortals? What qualifications do you have to be so superior?"
Shi Yaxian shouted coldly, picked up his waist knife, and slashed at the golden armored man. In an instant, golden light flashed in the air, and blood spurted out rapidly.
"Sin, sin. Amitabha." Arhats from the Paradise of Paradise whispered the name of Amitabha in a low voice.
But on the ground, countless villagers shouted together: "Okay, good kill."
"I want to pick up this abominable head and go to pay homage to my eighty-year-old mother." A villager said with tears on his face.
"Yes, I also want to pay homage to the little baby. These abominable demons don't even spare children."
For a time, among the countless villagers crying and howling, there was actually a mysterious and mysterious aura pouring into Shi Yaxian's body.
"Is this, is this the power of faith?" Shi Yaxian was stunned. Looking at this power of faith, he suddenly felt that his soul became much more comfortable in the sea of consciousness.
"Cut, chop, chop," Shi Yaxian felt a burst of joy in his heart, and quickly chopped off the waist knife in his hand, and suddenly the golden heads flashed up.
"You are an out-and-out great devil. They only have the realm of deification!" The Unkilled Arhats shouted in disbelief with twitching corners of their mouths.
"You are pitiful if you are killed in the deified state? Is the Buddha you practice to protect your own people? Or is it a Buddha's teaching to save all sentient beings? On the Shenfeng Plain, there are gusts of sinister wind. I don't feel pity for you if I don't see you."
"In Pengchou Mountain, the Xiantai Sect's yellow sand is everywhere. How many innocent souls died in battle? Who do you care about Luzhou in the north and the death swamp? Looking south at Buzhou, there are countless mortals, and they are getting fewer and fewer. It's not you in the west.
A masterpiece from the Heavenly Paradise? You eighteen bald heads, what kind of fake mercy are you pretending to do here?"
While Shi Yaxian scolded loudly, he actually felt relieved and slammed the three-pronged temptation in his hand into the relic array.
Under the endless starlight, the three-pronged prongs of temptation emitted endless light of temptation, pouring into the formation.
The expressions of the Eighteen Arhats suddenly changed, the three flowers above their heads rotated, and the divine winds of creation emerged, trying to drive the light of temptation out of the relic array.
But he didn't expect that this light of temptation was not an elemental spirit, but it actually surged directly into the depths of his heart.