Chapter 243: The Demon Execution is shocked to see the Chaos League, and the disciples of the Taoism
In the canyon, there is a world belonging to bamboo.
The bamboos grow like a forest and the sea, drowning the disciples of the Shu Dao sect.
Each piece of bamboo seemed to have become refined through cultivation, rising from the ground and transforming into men and women in green clothes, surrounding the hundreds of young disciples.
"Fell into a trap!"
"It's a monster!"
"Death to the evildoer!"
"Don't be afraid, they are just some spirits that are just beginning to feel the spirit."
At first, the disciples of Shudao sect could still compete with the bamboo spirit.
Relying on the cultivation of Kaifu and Guanhun, combined with medicinal powders and magical talisman release techniques, he has harvested the lives of batches of bamboo spirits.
Many martial arts disciples became more and more excited as they fought, with high spirits and high fighting spirit. They just felt that what they had learned throughout their lives was finally put to use.
However, there were too many bamboo spirits, covering the mountains and plains, swarming in. One group died and another group came, but they still kept going.
And the further back they go, the higher the cultivation level of the bamboo spirits becomes. Apparently they are all transformed from old bamboos, and many of them have actually reached the state of soul-watching.
And the strongest disciples of Shangdao Sect are only capable of Guanhun.
Only then did the disciples of the art realize that something was wrong.
When they wanted to break out, they realized that they were already deeply trapped in the bamboo sea and lost the opportunity.
In the end, everyone could only retreat in front of the mountain wall.
The disciples of the Middle Way Sect and the Upper Way Sect, who were originally fighting fiercely, had already put aside their past grudges and joined forces to resist the enemy.
"These bamboo spirits are not that powerful at first. They are all enlightened by sorcery and have the cultivation of soul-watching realm. As long as we fight out of this bamboo forest, even if they chase us out, they will turn into ordinary bamboos."
The one who spoke was a delicate girl, wearing a light yellow dress, her eyebrows were as cold as snow. At the age of twenty, she already had the cultivation level of the Soul Observation Realm.
Just now, she had killed the largest number of bamboo spirits among all the people, and she was a female disciple from the upper Taoist school Yuntian Palace.
Everyone worked hard to meet the enemy and had no time to distract themselves.
Either they know that they will not be able to break through and the odds are against them, and they are too lazy to respond.
Only a young man in a blue robe pinched his fingers and released streaks of sword light. He calmly fought the monster and said with a wry smile: "But now we can't break through at all. The monster above is just using us as bait.
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Hearing what Yijianshan disciple, who was also a disciple of Shangdao Sect, said, the girl in yellow skirt's eyes trembled slightly.
She raised her head and looked at the slender man who was smiling and playing the piano in the bamboo pavilion on the mountain wall... He was also the monster who transformed into a bad guy and tricked them into coming to the bamboo forest.
The aura on the monster's body doesn't seem to be strong, only around the soul-gazing state.
However, the rhythm of the monster playing the harp reveals a mysterious and mysterious artistic conception, as if it is commanding and controlling the bamboo spirits all over the mountains and plains, rushing forward one after another, like a military formation, trapping them here, severely damaging and humiliating them, but they still refuse to kill.
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"If we are bait, what we lure..."
"Of course he is the master behind us."
"I have already crushed the police talisman, but the division has not sent reinforcements yet."
"Don't panic, everyone! The master must be conducting divination calculations to find our specific location!"
"Yes, with so many of us trapped here, the master's sect will definitely send the guardian elders to rescue us!"
Most of the martial arts disciples still have full confidence and expectations for their master, and encourage each other.
But there are also some disciples whose eyes gradually dim and their fighting spirit becomes even lower.
For example, He Haiqing from Yuntian Palace.
Another example is Pang Gai from Yijian Mountain.
Although they are not very old, they come from the upper class sect, and they have been used to the sect's style of "the upper class is ruthless and everyone is a pawn" since they were young.
Even though he is the leader of his generation, he is still not one of those immortal seedlings who are regarded as treasures by his sect.
Even though the master has discovered that he and others were trapped by monsters during their journey of training in the world of mortals.
But he would only choose to deduce the situation at the first time, find out the whole story, the causes and consequences, and then send experts to rescue him.
This is the big picture.
In this process, whether the monster will kill him because he is impatient to wait is irrelevant to the overall situation.
"Junior Sister He, do you have a talisman to send a message to Yuntian Palace?"
"Yes, there is, but what's the use? Now, I can only rely on myself."
"That's right. We can only blame our own incompetence for falling into the monster's trap."
Although there was not a single word of complaint between the two of them about their own teachers, they could both feel each other's loss and sadness.
Suddenly at this moment.
A majestic breath came from outside the canyon.
"Zheng!"
The sound of the piano that echoed through the bamboo forest in the canyon suddenly stopped.
In the bamboo pavilion above, the man playing the piano suddenly pressed his palms, and a hint of joy appeared in his narrow eyes.
But soon, the joy turned into surprise and confusion.
"No, why don't you come..."
The words were not spoken yet.
boom!
The hidden formation of green mist surrounding the canyon was broken by a huge dragon head.
A hundred-foot-long black dragon flew into the sky, and a faint light of blood lingered in the depths of his deep eyes.
And in the center of the dragon's head, stood a monk in white robes.
The moonlight fell, splashing a halo of light behind the monk's head.
For a moment, I couldn't see his face clearly.
Whether it was the hundreds of disciples of the Shu Dao sect who were looking forward to it, or the bamboo demon hanging from the wall playing the piano, they were all stunned on the spot.
The person who came was not the master of the art sect that they had expected...but a combination that no one had expected, a dragon and a monk.
Zhou Yi looked around the audience, his eyes fell on the man with a demonic aura, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
"Amitabha, I finally found you... the young monk's smoke offering."
He had previously spared the life of Jinghe Xiaolong in order to release Zhulong from birth, and thus missed a wisp of smoke. If he said he didn't regret it, it would be a lie.
This trip to Tai'an County, fighting all the way from Yinshi Street to Zhugu Valley outside the county, the ultimate goal is to compensate for that wisp of green smoke.
Before Zhou Yi could say anything more, the candle dragon had already exhaled its dragon breath and turned into a hurricane, sweeping up the densely packed bamboo essences in the valley below.
Its mouth suddenly opened wide, and it was actually taller than half its body.
In an instant, thousands of men and women in green robes were sucked into the dragon's mouth.
It chewed for a moment, then spat it out with a "poof" sound, and the man and woman in green robes turned into rotten and broken bamboo trees, lying in the valley.
Zhou Yi was not idle either.
He stood up and faced the tall, free-spirited and immortal bamboo demon on the cliff, smiling and slapping the palm of his hand.
Feeling the aura in the monk's palm that is comparable to that of a titled eunuch.
A strange color appeared in the bamboo demon's eyes.
While performing magic, he said calmly:
"Monk, you and I have no grievances or enmities..."
The words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.
But it remembered the order to kill the monk.
As the executor of the order to kill monks, how could it have no enmity against the monks?
It's just that over the past few years, there have long been no eminent monks in the world, and the order to kill monks has been shelved, and more often than not it is just a symbol.
A good killing spree was half done, but a monk inexplicably broke in!
How should I explain it to your Majesty?
Hatred filled the bamboo demon's narrow eyes, and he no longer suppressed his aura.
The tyrannical momentum soars into the sky, and it is also a titled eunuch, so it is naturally not afraid of a monk.
Tens of thousands of green energy rose from the ground of the canyon, like a rain of swords, spinning and shooting toward the monks and black dragons in the air.
The Shu Dao disciples who were retreating by the canyon wall had pale faces. Most of them were trembling with fear, and their eyes were filled with fear. Some were afraid but some were lucky.
The aura released from the dense green energy is as powerful as the mountain-protecting formation of a Zhongdao Sect.
He Haiqing's pretty face was stiff: "He is actually a great demon who is close to a real person. He really thinks highly of us..."
Pang Gai's face was full of horror, and he immediately smiled bitterly: "No wonder the master has not shown up for a long time. If a soul guardian is sent, he will die. Unless the elders of the real world are dispatched."
At this time, a huge palm shadow appeared in the middle of the canyon.
Like dark clouds, they cover the huge valley and press the green air of the sky under their palms.
The palm shadow is surrounded by bright golden light, surrounding and spreading like the rising sun that is about to break through the clouds.
In an instant, it swallowed up those millions of green energy.
The whole canyon was shaken.
The Bamboo Demon's expression changed drastically.
"How did you..."
They were both titled Taishou, so how could the monk be so powerful... Before it could figure it out, the giant palm shrouded in golden light had already fallen.
Bang!
The mountain wall cracked with a deep palm print.
A red bamboo with a faint purple light appeared in the alcove.
The original profound and domineering demonic nature has been destroyed under Zhou Yi's palm.
The bamboo demon is dead and his soul is gone.
The spiritual energy in the bamboo has not yet dissipated.
"Red bamboo?"
Zhou Yi looked at the small black characters rising from the bamboo:
A long time ago, there was a bamboo gorge somewhere on the left side of the Yangtze River. The villagers in the gorge ate bamboo shoots, sheltered with bamboo tiles, carried bamboo rafts, used bamboo fuel for firewood, wore bamboo skins for clothing, wrote with bamboo paper, and wore bamboo shoes...
In short, bamboo is indispensable for everything we need in daily life.
Among them was a piece of bamboo, which was born red and looked particularly extraordinary.
A big golden bird often flies over and lands on the bamboo, often staying there for several days.
The villagers were surprised and wanted to drive away the bird, but no matter how hard they threw stones, they could not hit the bird.
Suddenly one night, there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder, and the bamboo suddenly swelled in the wind, growing five times taller overnight.
The next day, a strange thing happened in the village.
More than a dozen villagers died mysteriously overnight.
Their bodies were shriveled, their skin was wrinkled, and their faces were old, as if they had been sucked out of their essence and blood by demons.
The villagers were shocked and invited a warlock to eliminate the demon. But the next day, the warlock also died in the same manner as the villagers.
Inviting three warlocks in a row was of no use, and villagers continued to die mysteriously. The villagers finally couldn't bear it anymore and planned to relocate the whole village.
And on the night they made this decision, fateful misfortune finally befell the village.
The entire village was drained of blood and essence overnight and turned into mummies.
And the red bamboo that had sucked an unknown amount of human blood finally became demonic, transformed into a human form, and followed its master's orders to travel around the world.
Because its roots are bamboo, it is also the noblest plant in the eyes of literati, so it often transforms into a scholar, a refined scholar, and makes friends with officials in the world.
Over time, over time, it can actually be contaminated or even contain a trace of Ziwei's aura.
Although it wasn't much, it was enough for it to slip through, pass through the defense, and enter the delinquent office on Yinshi Street.
And its other identity is that of the Chaos Dao Alliance, serving as the messenger of the law under Fan Tianjun.
The bamboo demon's own cultivation level has reached the level of being titled as a prefect.
As for the Fan Tianjun, his cultivation level is naturally even better - he was already a titled Jiedushi more than ten years ago.
What really surprised Zhou Yi was not the cultivation level of the Heaven-turning Lord, but the foundation of its body...
"The golden bird that flies on the bamboo head and preaches day and night...is a golden-winged roc? One of the thirty-six demon kings in the Chaotic Alliance? According to some myths and allusions, shouldn't it have a great connection with Buddhism?
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Zhou Yi didn't think about it deeply.
He came to find Fang Ziqi's physical body, and he just wanted to kill a demon and make a tooth sacrifice.
A bamboo demon with the title of Taishou is no small matter whether you look at the human world or the demon world.
I think I can exchange it for a richer mysterious blue smoke.
He was about to summon Zhulong and return to Tai'an County.
The young martial arts cultivators who were retreating in front of the stone wall had already rushed out one after another, with shock and admiration in their eyes, and then they paid homage to Zhou Yi from a distance.
The great demon who was comparable to the leader of the Zhongdao sect and the elder of the Shangdao sect was unexpectedly slapped to death by a monk.
How high is this monk's cultivation level?
Many disciples of the Zhongdao Sect have already recognized Zhou Yi's identity through the black dragon in mid-air.
"Thank you so much for saving my life, Magician Dang."
"Mage Dang saved us before in front of Qixian Gorge. I'm so grateful for the mage's mercy!"
"Congratulations to the mage for taming the Jinghe dragon as a mount."
In mid-air, Zhulong opened his eyes, with a hint of anger in his eyes.
Just when he was about to have an attack, he saw the monk looking at him with a smile, and his expression immediately became docile.
It is impossible for me to be anyone's mount, even if the other person is the only remaining Bodhisattva in the world, I am just temporarily relying on his protection.
Humph, just an ally! Not a mount!
Zhou Yi saw that the disciples of the Zhongdao Sect still remembered him and were not deceived by heaven's secrets, which meant that they had no ill intentions towards him, including the monks.
He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
But now that my cultivation level is getting higher and higher, it doesn't matter that I am exposed, not to mention that the other party is just a few relatively young and innocent disciples of the art sect.
Well... not just a few, but hundreds.
Zhou Yi noticed that among this group of young martial arts cultivators, there were not only Zhongdao Sect disciples that he had met before, but also some unfamiliar faces.
"Junior He Haiqing, a disciple of Yuntian Palace, pays homage to the holy monk!"
"Junior Pang Gai, a disciple of Yijian Mountain, thanks the holy monk for saving my life."
The disciples of the Upper Dao Sect, represented by He Haiqing and Pang Gai, followed the disciples of the Middle Dao Sect and bowed to Zhou Yi.
They were both surprised and curious that they were saved by a monk who their seniors said could never exist in this world, but they had no preconceived malice.
After all, Buddhism disappeared more than twenty years ago.
Due to various reasons, the seniors in the sect almost never mentioned the past.
Zhou Yi clasped his palms together and said with a smile: "You don't need to be more polite. You all have passed this demonic tribulation safely. If you still want the 'immortal fate', we will meet again in Tai'an County."
All the disciples looked at each other with weird expressions and subtle expressions.
He Haiqing bowed and said: "Of course I don't dare to compete with the holy monk for immortality. I will return to Yuntian Palace now. After this worldly experience, I am really lucky to meet the holy monk. Before leaving, I wonder if I am lucky enough to listen to the holy monk's teachings."
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Another disciple of the Zhongdao Sect also said respectfully: "Please ask the holy monk to forgive the greed of this junior. If we can get the teachings of the holy monk, we will not hesitate to go down the mountain this time."