The fairy light shines in the sky, and the aura surges and is misty.
Several formations of steaming treasure light rise from the ground, revealing a vast sea of rolling clouds.
In each formation, there are hundreds of Taoist masters participating in the competition, ready for the subsequent test.
Deep in the Dongfang formation, Lu Tai stood tall and expressionless. Although he pretended to be fearless, his eyes revealed anger and helplessness.
Next to him, Luo Chun, who was wearing a marine robe, haughtily clasped his hands behind his back and was surrounded by bright water. His eyes were cold and he glanced around, making no secret of his disdain and contempt for everyone.
"Why continue to struggle to the death? They are all weak chickens. How can they compete with me on the same stage?" Luo Chun laughed mercilessly, staring at Lu Tai who was blushing, as if he had already seen Bei
A confusing scene.
The powerful Tao Refiners around them, although their hearts were full of anger, still did not dare to speak out to refute.
Their strength is not as good as Luo Chun's, and they are afraid of the Dragon Clan's descendants, so they dare not resist even if they are deeply insulted.
At this time, many strong men of the Dragon Clan were trembling with excitement, raising their arms and shouting at the top of their lungs. Qiong Ming, in particular, was so excited that his face flushed with excitement, and he let out a hearty roar.
"It's so happy, it's so happy. I didn't expect Beiming to eat turtles." Qiong Ming was immature at heart. After discovering that the Dragon Clan had the upper hand, he couldn't help but feel proud.
He is extremely loyal to the carp, so he has an ultimate sense of dependence on the dragon clan.
Now, as the representative of the East China Sea, Luo Chun can crush the heroes in this game, which is tantamount to proving to many forces in the ancient times that the overlord of the ancient times is about to rise again.
Qiong Ming was full of expectations, excited, clenched his fists and was particularly intoxicated.
"Hahaha, the Dragon King has long said that Luo Chun is the symbol of the East China Sea's luck. If he can become famous in this prosperous age, the East China Sea's luck will rise accordingly. By then, let alone Buddhism, it will be
Not even heaven, hell, or the sea of blood can stop it."
At this moment, as if a trick of fate, Youdao's thin figure quietly appeared.
This middle-aged Bodhisattva wearing a plain crescent robe, his face full of traces of years and years of wind and frost, with bare feet and a purifying bottle in hand, slowly walked towards the formation where Luo Chun was.
This Bodhisattva did not attract much attention at first, but once he climbed onto Penglai, he immediately attracted countless excited eyes.
Bright eyebrows.
Bright eyes.
Stepping on golden lotus.
Buddhist leader, Manjusri Bodhisattva.
"What's going on? Why is he here?"
The sudden appearance of Manjusri surprised all the strong men.
According to the rules of past triumphal conferences, when it comes to the final elimination test, there will not be two top powerhouses in each formation.
This is like dividing the territory between ferocious beasts in the wild. Each strong person in the realm will occupy the surrounding areas and occupy the territory to prepare for the final battle.
It is definitely not a wise choice to rashly challenge other strong players without being completely sure.
Therefore, when they discovered that Manjusri had taken the initiative to set foot in Luochun's territory, many strong men couldn't help but frown, feeling a little hard to understand.
"That's not right. How could the competition between these two be advanced? Doesn't that mean they have personal grudges on weekdays?"
"Oops, something bad has happened. Luo Chun is a genius specially cultivated by Donghai. He has inherited the refining inheritance of ancestor Zhulong, and his methods are superb. This is a big deal."
"This move seems to be a mistake. Even if they win, so what? Both sides have to come up with methods to suppress the situation. When the time comes, they will be discovered by other opponents in advance. After taking appropriate measures to deal with it, the battle will come to an abrupt end.
Stop it."
Manjusri's appearance complies with the regulations of the Triumph Conference. Even if someone wants to stop it, it cannot be achieved.
"Manjusri~" Qiong Ming pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were dark, her face was slightly pale, her fingers pinched the corners of her robe, and she looked at the thin white figure.
Buddhism was the mastermind behind the massacre of the entire Jade Sword Butterfly family. This made Qiong Ming feel uncomfortable every time he saw the shadow of the Western magic, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.
Especially this Manjushri Bodhisattva.
After being baptized by the Hualong Pond, Qiong Ming's blood heritage has increased several times, and he can clearly perceive that this Bodhisattva looks peaceful, compassionate, warm and bright, but behind him is a battlefield filled with blood and corpses, and the sounds of pain and wailing are endless.
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And in the middle of the stench and mud, there is the grief and anger of the father and the eldest sister.
He is very likely to be the real instigator!
Qiong Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly feeling breathless and exhausted.
His eyes seemed to be able to pass through the river of time, and he saw the scene of his family being mercilessly slaughtered, and those familiar friends and relatives were crushed one after another in the struggle.
The tragic and tragic emotions continued to spread, and the wonderful sounds of Buddhism made the terrifying nightmare that he tried to avoid rush into his heart again.
At the same time, the roar of Donghai's show of strength gradually extinguished with the entrance of Manjusri.
"There seems to be something wrong with the situation. Why did Manjusri Bodhisattva take the initiative?"
"This is the most powerful Taoist practitioner in Buddhism. A few days ago, he brought out an innate spiritual treasure from Guangchengzi's hands."
"The Lord of the Farming Mountains, the controller of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, monopolizes 20% of the fortune of Buddhism, which is extremely rich. Giants like Duobao, Cihang, and Medicine Master are nothing compared to this one.
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"So what? Haven't you seen General Luo Chun's record? He has always been in the top three. Moreover, he inherited the inheritance of ancestor Zhulong, and maybe he just used the third force now."<
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"Fellow Taoist, what you said is true. Our East China Sea is rich and majestic, and the talented young talent is as bright as the stars. Manjushri Bodhisattva took the initiative to challenge, but he is just asking for humiliation."
Many aquatic tribes in the East China Sea were pulling their necks to cheer up, but Luo Chun, who was sitting in the whirlpool of the struggle, didn't see it that way.
He is the underworld's spy in the East China Sea. Although his faction is not under the jurisdiction of Manjusri, the master's wife was once the concubine of the Pot-bellied Ghost King and gave birth to a daughter named Xintao. Through this line, he naturally knows many secrets. p>
For example, the deeds of Manjusri.
After the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation was breached, Manjusri seemed to be reborn and reborn. He would not suffer losses every time he made a move, but most of them were hiding behind the scenes to strategize.
Such a frontal attack, such an aggressive move, made him suddenly feel panicked.
He and this strong man were in different factions, but there was no friendship at all. The other party was obviously prepared, and suddenly took action, showing that he had enough confidence and trump cards.
After thinking for a moment, Luo Chun chose to test: "Manjushri Bodhisattva, I didn't expect that you would take the initiative to challenge me. Do you want to be defeated in advance and return, or do you want to concentrate on learning and appreciating the style of the strong?"
These two sentences he said were so full of passion that they instantly excited the entire Donghai tribe.
Amid the massive wave of cheers, Luo Chun's eyes were full of anticipation and pride, like a overlord at the top, overlooking the challenger, with his sharp edge displayed.
Unfortunately, this is all superficial.
Luo Chun looked at Wenshu's indifferent face, and kept shouting and filial piety in his heart: "I'm really convinced. Is he seriously ill? Even his colleagues can kill him. I managed to get to my current position with great difficulty, and I'm watching
I was about to be the big brother, but this guy jumped out and stabbed me in the back. It’s really hard to live.”
Thinking of this, Luo Chun couldn't help but feel depressed.
"Manjusri..." In the distant sky, Xuandu murmured softly, looking forward to the performance of this former junior brother more and more.
At this time, there was a lot of hustle and bustle in the formation, and other powerhouses in refining the Tao had been ignored and turned into green leaves.
Manjusri put his hands on his back, stared at Luochun, and said loudly: "Luochun, I came here just to defeat you. In the previous competition, there were all incompetent losers and rice sacks. It was really boring to me. I heard that
Those old loaches from the Dragon Clan spent all their treasures to train you, and even wasted the inheritance of Zhulong. It shows that you are indeed a decent opponent. Show your true skills. Don’t think that Guangchengzi is as good as
Waste, so that I can feel a little satisfied after winning."
Upon hearing Manjusri's challenge, all living creatures, whether in Penglai or Donghai, had the same feeling.
So brave?
At this time, the formation suddenly closed.
The betting battle begins.
Keng!
A shout of contention resounded through the sky suddenly, and then hundreds of extremely sharp ink-colored swords instantly tore through the void and appeared in the center of the formation.
Killing Immortal Sword!
Three hundred immortal-killing swords!
"How is this possible!" Qingshi's eyes widened and he roared in disbelief.
He studied under Master Tongtian, so he is naturally very familiar with the Zhuxian Sword. The three hundred sharp blades in front of him can tear the sky apart instantly. They are the same as the Zhuxian Sword that was lost by Jiejiao back then.
"No, it seems to be an imitation." The pharmacist narrowed his eyes and analyzed carefully.
Caiwei appeared quietly in the scene and explained in a gentle tone.
"Everyone, these three hundred Immortal Killing Swords were imitated by Saint Nuwa. Each one uses different processes and materials. Based on these finished products, the most powerful refining swords can be crafted. You can go directly to the back competition, and the rest will be eliminated."
Hearing this, all the powerful men frowned.
This level of difficulty is at least a hundred times higher than the previous levels.
Three hundred lessons learned from the past, who knows which one is the right choice? Not only do you have to test your eyes, but you also have to appreciate the essence of the Zhuxian Sword within a limited time.
The most frightening thing is that you are not allowed to bring your own materials for this test. They are all refined by Caiwei, and the quantities are limited. However, these materials are completely distributed at will. Not only are everyone's materials different, they can't even match any one. The materials for the Zhuxian Sword.
The way of refining, the way of sword, the way of wisdom, the way of water, the way of fire...these are all within the scope of the test.
The moment Luo Chun saw this, he was almost convulsed by the excitement.
What the hell is all this?
He swallowed back the old blood he was about to spit out, and was almost so angry that he pointed at Caiwei's nose and cursed her.
On the surface, he is a great water demon, but in fact he practices the secret path and the soul path, and has never dabbled in the wisdom path and the sword path.
What's more, to be able to advance triumphantly in the Triumph Conference, Luo Chun relies not only on his Tao refining attainments, but also Zhulong's inherited magical power, Apricot Eye Water.
This water is a means of combining luck and refining. It can add good luck through soaking in the process of quenching impurities, making the whole process prosperous and smooth.
But in the current situation, how can he use almond eye blisters?
Pick up the Immortal Sword?
That is seeking death.
"Damn it, I was restrained." Luo Chun looked depressed.
Under normal circumstances, according to his Taoist training attainments, he can indeed pass this test easily, but the current situation is abnormal.
Someone is attacking!
Luo Chun once admired Manjusri's talent and grace in the practice of alchemy, and became addicted to it and found it difficult to extricate himself.
He especially likes to peek at those strong Taoists who are depressed and heartbroken after being crushed by Manjusri. They often have a unique sense of joy in their hearts.
However, when the victim became himself, he couldn't be happy anymore.
"It's really too much. He picked a good time. No, I can't just be so decadent. What can I do without the help of apricot eye water? I have to muster up the courage to defeat him openly!"
Luo Chun swore secretly, with full confidence, he focused on the Zhuxian swords around him, and glanced at Manjusri with the corner of his eye.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he coughed violently.