In the world of martial arts, it is a simple and superficial trick to show off your energy.
Compared with the flying sword of the Sword Immortal that can take the enemy's head from a hundred miles away, it is simply a joke.
But now the laughing monk realizes that he is the joke.
Li Yingqiong discovered his existence from the very beginning, but at that time she regarded him as a snooping ant and ignored him. It was not until she followed him again that she was attacked from behind, so she killed him.
"Amitabha!"
The Laughing Monk smiled bitterly and chanted the Buddha's name. His whole body was immediately blasted to pieces and his flesh and blood flew away. A wisp of dead souls went to the underworld, reincarnated directly, and there was no chance of reincarnation.
"Brother!"
In the Ningbi Cliff, Qi Jinchan's eyes were about to burst when he saw it. He vomited out blood and fell down.
He and the Laughing Monk had the most similar personalities. Seeing his death, he was devastated. Moreover, the Laughing Monk still had several magic weapons that he had sacrificed with his blood, but they were destroyed by the same punch, and he was implicated and directly severely injured.
"Witch!"
Seeing this scene, the Emei juniors all cried out in sorrow, hating Li Yingqiong extremely.
Li Yingqiong ignored him.
She does not distinguish between good and evil, her purpose is pure, and she is here to hone her martial arts path.
The Laughing Monk had evil intentions. Although he did not necessarily help the evil spirits to attack her, the invisible sword should not be underestimated. He could not just wait for the opponent to take action before making a judgment. It was better to strike first.
Everyone has their own position, and there is no right or wrong.
Emei is accustomed to acting according to heaven's instructions, and always has no disadvantages. But now everyone relies on their own abilities, which will naturally be in danger of life and death.
Cultivation is inherently a difficult road with risks and encounters, so the death of the laughing monk is perfectly normal.
"Disciple!"
But in the dust formation of Liangyi, the ascetic Tutuo couldn't help but tremble, with grief on his face.
The laughing monk was his only disciple. Seeing that he had long-standing roots and the foundation of immortals and Buddhas, he taught him all he had learned in his life. Although he often scolded him and called it a burden of karma, in reality he was hard-spoken and soft-hearted.
Unexpectedly, he would die at the hands of Li Yingqiong at this time. A fire of anger surged into his heart, and the golden lotus under the ascetic Tutuo seat rippled, and was faintly coated with a layer of black luster.
"Brother, be careful of the devil!"
Master Miaoyi sat at the center of the formation, taking in everything, his expression changed immediately, and he sent a message to remind.
Demons are all-pervasive, and are best at magnifying the practitioners' unbearable past and the sorrow of sudden changes. The three immortals and two elders of the East China Sea were previously frustrated and attacked by evil spirits. Now, even the successors of the mantle have died unexpectedly. Under successive blows, it is no wonder that the ascetic Tutu cultivates like this.
Even the most profound Zen masters have signs of being possessed by demons.
"Amitabha!"
The ascetic tutu was reminded and quickly stopped his delusional thoughts. He recited the mantra of the Vajra Tripitaka of the Two Realms and Ten Directions, which turned into gold inscriptions all over the sky, intertwined and densely covered, forming a golden sky net, covering himself.
It's a pity it's too late.
In the battle between masters, the slightest difference makes the difference between heaven and earth.
Blood God Son Deng Yin's penetration into the Liangyi dust formation has become stronger and stronger. As soon as something happened to the ascetic Toutuo, he immediately noticed it. The blood shadows suddenly dispersed and turned into thousands of strands, penetrating straight towards the Huimen.
Huimen was run by Zhu Mei, a short man. He was severely injured at the hands of Xu Wan, the underworld sage, and was burned by ghost fire. He was almost defeated and reincarnated. Later, he recovered under Emei's miraculous medicine, but he was no longer in his prime.
The key is that the Huimen controlled by Zhu Mei is exactly related to the Miemen controlled by the ascetic Tutu.
The Liangyi mote array is divided into six gates, one facing life and death, one facing darkness, and one facing disillusionment. But that is only the most superficial application. With the degree of immersion of the three immortals and two elders, it can produce ninety changes, making it appear pure and pure.
The clear misty clouds contain endless murderous intent.
But when this operating pattern was discovered by Deng Yin, the junior disciple of Changmeizhenren, it turned out to be a fatal flaw.
That's the case at this moment.
The dwarf Zhu Mei was still injured and was guarding the door. He was not seeking merit but seeking no faults. The Son of Blood God could do nothing for him. Unexpectedly, the blood shadow entered the Huimen. With a slight movement, the yin and yang were reversed.
, reverse the clearness and turbidity, and change the direction of the two gates.
This sudden change shocked Master Miaoyi. The dwarf Zhu Mei and the ascetic Toutuo tried to suppress it, but they were slowed down. Suddenly, the clouds boiled and swept across the sky, and the Liangyi dust array was on the verge of collapse.
potential.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Amidst the arrogant and domineering laughter of the Blood God Son, the demons danced wildly, and countless murderers divided into various sects swarmed out.
Li Yingqiong did not expect that her punch would trigger a chain reaction and have such a big impact, so she immediately stepped back.
It wasn't fear, but the drastic changes in the Liangyi dust formation that made the devil go completely crazy, and even she had to weigh it.
After all, if there are too many ants, an elephant will be killed. Those who rush into Emei at this moment are all giants with powerful magic powers. Anyone who enters will die without a burial place.
"It's time to come!"
Gu Cheng looked at the sky.
Once the Liangyi mote formation is broken, even with the help of eminent Buddhist monks and the Righteous Alliance, the defeat will be irreversible.
If Changmei doesn't take action, just wait for Emei to be destroyed...
Sure enough, at this most dangerous moment, the innate Qi Taiqing talisman in the center of the array slowly rose, and a dazzling brilliance illuminated the heaven and earth.
"Master!"
Under the excited gaze of the Three Immortals of the East China Sea, a Taoist figure with white beard and hair descended from the void. His long eyebrows drooped on his knees, holding up the sky and the earth. The golden wheel behind his head shone, and the cloud light in front of him protected his body. He was solemn and sacred, like a god.
Like Buddha.
This is the founder of the Emei Kaifeng sect, a Taoist and Buddhist fellow practitioner, the Changmei Patriarch who taught more than a dozen successful Taoist disciples, Ren Shou!
"Welcome to the Patriarch!"
The Immortals from Emei bowed in salute, and an unimaginable and unparalleled force penetrated down from the void.
Invisible clear light filled the sky and the earth, the void stacked up, and the virtual and the real intertwined. The Liangyi dust formation immediately returned to its peak, suppressing all the invading evil spirits.
In the blink of an eye, Emei's catastrophe was eliminated. The cultivation skills displayed by the Long Eyebrow Patriarch were beyond the imagination of the evil spirits. The faces of Underworld Saint Xu Wan and others had changed dramatically, their eyes were turning, and they were thinking of retreating.
Patriarch Changmei's sighing gaze was the first to fall on Blood God Son: "After so many years, junior brother, can you still not look away?"
The Son of Blood God felt that the situation was over, but he no longer lowered his head and let out a sharp cry: "Ren Shou, you came back just in time. Let our grudges be settled here. I don't want to be banned anymore!"
"You have become obsessed with the devil and are obsessed with it. If so, I will give you a ride!"
The Patriarch Longmei sighed and stretched out his hand.
Li Yingqiong, who had already exited the field, changed his expression, and two purple and green rays of light appeared in his body, trying to escape from his grasp and fly out.
Changmei must first collect the purple and green swords, and then fight against the Son of Blood God!
"Ahhhhh!"
Li Yingqiong clenched her teeth and tried to fight with him, but after going back and forth, she soon felt the pain of being defeated by a single force.
The gap is too big and they are no match at all.
Fortunately, at this moment, an invisible hand fell from the clouds and sent the purple and green swords back into Li Yingqiong's body.
Gu Cheng walked down from the clouds, looked at his long eyebrows, and showed great interest: