Chapter 14 The War Ends (1/2)

The Absolute Spirit Formation uses heaven-defying power to forcibly change the spiritual veins of heaven and earth. It is a very difficult formation to arrange. 108 flags, 108 cultivators of the Yuanying stage and above. The Yuanying stage has reached the threshold of masters among cultivators. No matter which sect, anyone who can send out more than 50 Yuanying stage disciples at one go is the first in the world of cultivation. It's a sect.

The 108 Nascent Soul cultivators require the combined efforts of the entire Righteous Path to gather together, and as long as one person is missing, the Jueling Formation will dissipate and everyone will lose.

Zhengdao was very selective when choosing candidates for the Jueling Formation. They were afraid of selecting people who were related to the devil or cultivators who were weak-minded and easily influenced by inner demons. The 108 Nascent Soul cultivators they gathered were all the future candidates of Zhengdao. The mainstay, he was confident that the formation would never be broken, so he dared to attack the Demon Sect.

Unexpectedly, Shu Yanyan planted a nail that was difficult to remove in the righteous way as early as eleven years ago. Eleven years later, she planned to shake the Jueling Formation and the entire righteous path.

In mid-air, the woman in pink shirt held the Nascent Soul of a righteous monk in her hand, and casually stuffed the Nascent Soul into her magical weapon, a budding flower of the other side.

Shu Yanyan's natal magic weapon is a quasi-magic weapon that is as greedy as hers. Every time she uses it, she must feed a Nascent Soul before she is willing to work.

The other shore flower slowly bloomed after swallowing He Wenchao's Nascent Soul, paving a blood-red road among the ghosts summoned by Qiu Congxue, just like the road to the other shore that sends people's souls back to the underworld.

The remaining 107 disciples watched in despair as these two beautiful but poisonous women gradually lost their minds in the fragrance of Manzhu Shahua flowers.

"Shu Yanyan!" Qiu Congxue said angrily, "Your flowers have swallowed up several of my ghosts!"

Shu Yanyan said lazily: "You also know my Bianhua. I can't control it myself. It will eat whoever it likes. Can you control your own ghost? As soon as I get close to you, I can hear the hungry ghost. The sound of gnawing bones, doesn't it hurt? No wonder you can't defeat the Lord even in the Mahayana stage, you can't control your own weapons, they are too weak." 78 Chinese First Edition m.

The two half-hearted women were taunting each other while reaping the lives of their enemies. Qiu Congxue said dissatisfiedly: "The Lord doesn't allow me to swallow their souls. I feel uncomfortable."

After speaking, he even polished his white teeth.

"The Lord said that dead cultivators can still be reincarnated as ordinary people. If there is no deep hatred, don't destroy people's souls. We kill cultivators. We belong to those who defy heaven and kill those who defy heaven. Heaven will not count our sins on us. "If you destroy people's souls, you will break the rules of reincarnation, and the heaven will punish you, and we will suffer a terrible disaster," Shu Yanyan said.

"As a demon cultivator, I kill people without blinking an eye, but I have obsessions in strange places." Qiu Congxue said disapprovingly, "When I set foot on the path of Shura, I had no intention of looking back."

Shu Yanyan shrugged: "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize the Lord, but you have to beat him first. In our Xuanyuan Sect, whoever has the bigger fist has the final say."

As Shu Yanyan's other shore flowers bloom, the sky is gradually dyed red, and a red star shines in the sky.

"Sure enough," said the leader of the Nine Star Sect, "Seven Kills, Po Jun, and Greedy Wolf, these three stars are the biggest obstacles in this war between good and evil."

The master of Biluo Valley said: "Fortunately, we still have backup plans."

"Amitabha." The abbot of Wuxiang Temple gently moved the beads in his hand, said the Buddha's name, and then threw the beads into the air.

At the same time, a peacock shining with colorful Buddha light appeared on the heads of Shu Yanyan and Qiu Congxue. Under the Buddha light, the other shore flowers withered one after another. Shu Yanyan's smile froze at the corner of her mouth and she said dryly: "No way, the Buddha is not as big as the peacock this time." Have you invited all the ministers of the Ming Dynasty?”

In Buddhism, it is said that the peacock was born as a phoenix and was fond of eating people. One day it swallowed the Buddha, and the Buddha burst out of his belly in an attempt to kill him. The Buddhas dissuaded him and believed that the peacock was destined to be reborn by the Buddha, so they took the peacock to Lingshan and named it "Buddha's Mother, Peacock, Great Ming King Bodhisattva".

Peacock King Ming has the power to ward off disasters, cure diseases and prolong life. No matter Shu Yanyan's Bianhuahua or Qiu Congxue's resentful soul, they were all suppressed to death.

Under the light of the Buddha, the flowers on the other side wither, and the resentful souls return to the six realms of reincarnation.

Shu Yanyan is a little better, but she has a pure heart and few desires. The power of her charm is greatly reduced, but it does not damage her original nature. Qiu Congxue is different. She is a ghost cultivator, and this time she is trying to save her into reincarnation, which will really cost her her life.

At this time, among the dozens of remaining Nascent Soul cultivators, eighteen cultivators suddenly took off their hoods, revealing eighteen shiny bald heads, sitting cross-legged and reciting Buddhist sutras.

"What the hell!" Shu Yanyan exclaimed, "I have never heard that there are a bunch of bald heads in the formation. I have nothing to do with this group of bald heads!"

Qiu Congxue in the Buddha's light smiled and said: "We have just charged for a while, and most of these righteous disciples were killed or injured, and the rest were seriously injured. It is impossible to fight again. Your and my mission are also completed. I will break this later." Ming Dynasty King Faxiang, please escape."

"Are you crazy? Do you want to be saved?" Shu Yanyan said, "Are you, Qiu Congxue, such a self-sacrificial person?"

"Shut up." Qiu Congxue kicked Shu Yanyan and flew into the sky. Countless bones appeared in front of her, blocking Qiu Congxue from the Buddha's light.

A string of rosary beads was faintly seen in the Buddha's light. Qiu Congxue smelled a burning smell on her body, and the white bone armor gradually dissipated in the Buddha's light.

Saw it!

She stretched out her skeletal fingers, grabbed the string of prayer beads, and threw the beads into the distance with all her strength.

Shu Yanyan heard Qiu Congxue's shrill scream, and her figure disappeared in the Buddha's light. Eighteen Buddhist cultivators vomited blood. It was obvious that both they and Qiu Congxue were harmed in this battle without gunpowder.

The Buddha's light disappeared. Shu Yanyan looked at the scarred righteous monks and those Buddhist monks who could no longer fight. She put away the smile on her face and said lightly: "You guys go."

Everyone who thought she was going to go on a killing spree looked at Shu Yanyan in confusion, only to hear the witch from the Xuanyuan Sect say: "Ten years of war have resulted in countless casualties. Whether it's the righteous path or the devil's path, it takes hundreds of years to recuperate. Enough people have died. If there are too many, I’ve killed enough.”

Holding a piece of black cloth in her hand, she turned and left, leaving the righteous monks who were still alive looking at each other.

On the outskirts of the Xuanyuan Sect Mountain Range, Baili Qingmiao kept picking up the fallen monks. In order to save the remaining monks, she walked further and further away from the large army. She saw a black figure floating by the river and hurriedly used Yingyue Xuan Shuang Ling to pull the person up.

"Thank God, you're still alive!" "Oh my god! All the flesh and blood on your body is gone!" "Your face is also all black. I can't tell which sect you are a disciple of!" "Are you a boy or a girl? "Don't give up, you must persist!"

Qiu Congxue's eyelids moved, and she was knocked unconscious by the noise in her ears. She opened her eyes slightly and saw a woman in a goose-yellow dress healing herself with tears streaming down her face.

"You're still alive, wuwuwuwu!" Baili Qingmiao cried sadly, "Don't want to die. Too many people have died. So many elders of the division have died. Don't want to die. I will never die again." I want to see someone die before my eyes."

Qiu Congxue: "..."

She opened her eyes, and for some reason, something came up in her heart - she saw a ray of rising sunshine shining on Baili Qingmiao, her expression was gentle and firm, and she looked so beautiful as she wholeheartedly rescued people.

What is this mess? Qiu Congxue frowned and burned her eyebrows. Why did such sour words suddenly pop up in her mind?

As the morning sun rises, the war on the other side has come to an end. The strength of the good and the evil forces in the north of Xuanyuan Sect Mountain is almost the same. In ten years, most of them have been killed or injured. The elixirs accumulated in the medicine hall for many years have also been used up. Even if there are more injured people, They can't save him either.

Altar Master Yuan is the only one of the four altar masters who can still stand. There are only one or two righteous monks left who can still move. Altar Master Yuan asked: "Are you still fighting? The spiritual energy has been revived. If we continue to fight, we will both lose. ”

The righteous monk silently looked at the battlefield between Wen Ren'e and the twenty-one masters, and shook his head silently.

Ten years later, the results were really tragic. Fortunately, they have bought a glimmer of life for the world of cultivation and successfully avoided a small disaster that would last ten thousand years.

Master Yuan Tan also cupped his hands and said: "In that case, please leave Xuanyuan Sect, we will not attack you secretly."

The righteous monks discussed it, nodded, helped up the fellow Taoists on the side, took out the large magic weapon flying boat, and left Xuanyuan Sect.

In the battle between good and evil, only the top twenty-two people are left on the battlefield.

Yin Hanjiang, whose injuries had gradually recovered after several years of rest and recuperation, did not care about the retreating righteous monks, but stared at the battlefield. One day passed, night fell, and the stars in the sky twinkled, except for the Seven Kills Star, which was dim.

"Your Majesty!" Yin Hanjiang stood up with his sword in hand and said nervously.

"Don't look at it. Wen Renhe will not survive." Ruan Tanzhu "comforted" him at the side, "Twenty-one high school students were besieged, and there was a Buddhist cultivator among them. You know the Buddhist sect's 'Putting All Beings' and 'Putting It Down' How powerful is "Butcher's Sword"? As soon as he thought about the Buddhist scriptures, Wen Ren'e suddenly lost all his fighting spirit. He relied on his passionate fighting spirit to defeat the strong with the weak countless times. Just a Mahayana practitioner."

Ruan Tanzhu really embodied the duplicitous character of the demon cultivator. One moment, he was calling "Your Majesty", but the next moment he became a disgrace. He really turned his back and refused to recognize anyone.

After "comforting", he spit out a dead bug, crushed it to death with his feet, and cursed in his mouth: "If you give me the heart-eating poison, I will kill you! Ten years ago, before Wen Ren'e died, you had already thought of what to do. How can you control the other altar masters and protectors to compete for the position of the sect leader? If you are so scheming, how come the battle between good and evil didn't kill you?"

"It's almost as good as death," Altar Master Yuan sighed, "The mother Gu was beaten to death, how else could I have allowed you to spit out the Heart-Eating Gu so easily?"

Even the ruthless Master Ruan Tan, looking at the withered bones of the Xuanyuan Sect, couldn't help but say: "Too many people have died."

"The righteous path is also for the catastrophe that occurs once in ten thousand years," Master Yuan Tan said, "In fact, the demonic path has become very honest under the control of the Lord for many years. We only harm the cultivators, but we don't dare to attack ordinary people. The Righteous Way forcefully attacks, launches a war between good and evil, and uses tactics such as the Jueling Formation, just to deceive Heaven and prevent it from cleansing the human world with a catastrophe. It is worthwhile to exchange so many lives for ten thousand years of life. ”

"We are all destined to be catastrophic, it is our destiny." Lord Ruan Tan rarely said something elegant. He turned around and saw that Yin Hanjiang had disappeared, and immediately cursed, "Grandma, where is Yin Hanjiang!"

Those who could still move struggled to twist their necks and saw that the place where Yin Hanjiang was sitting was empty. Deep in the mountains, within the Xuanyuan Sect's forbidden area, the sound of drums could be heard faintly, one sound louder than the other.

After listening to Lord Ruan Tan's words, Yin Hanjiang understood what kind of attack his lord was facing at this time.

The will to fight, as long as there is the will to fight, Your Majesty will never lose!

But now in the three-way battlefield, two battlefields have ceased, and Your Majesty is still facing the strongest Buddhist cultivator in Wuxiang Temple. Where does the fighting spirit come from?

In a desperate situation, Yin Hanjiang thought of the Burning Sky Drum and the drum that contained the memory of the battle between immortals and demons.

He decisively merged with the magic sword and turned into countless blood swords and rushed in front of the Burning Sky Drum. Using the magic power of the Jingxu Stage and his body as a hammer, he forcibly struck the Burning Sky Drum.

"Dong", a soft sound seemed to hit Wen Ren'e's heart.

He slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a kind-hearted old monk who was saying to Wen Ren'e: "Young General Wen Ren, don't hate him anymore. Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

Major General? It's a long-ago title, and I haven't heard anyone call him that for three hundred years.

Three hundred years ago, he was still an ordinary person. He heard that his clan served the country loyally, but in exchange, everyone in his family was executed. He resented and hated him. He wanted to kill all the stupid kings in the world. Then... what happened next?

"Boom"! The second drum beat hit Wen Ren'e's heart hard again. His eyebrows twitched, and a little boy appeared in his memory. He was so small. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, just like the one on the battlefield. After leaving a breath and being rescued by nearby people, he heard that the Wenren clan had killed him from the nine clans.

"Young General, there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering. When you turn around, you will reach the shore." The old monk chanted Buddhist scriptures wildly again, and the murderous intention that had just arisen when he heard the misfortune dissipated again.

"Dong dong dong!" The three rapid sounds of war drums were like a horn urging Wenren to do something bad.

He saw another picture, a man wearing a ghost mask, hugging his robe, closing his eyes peacefully in front of a bright lamp.

"Dong dong dong dong dong!" The sound of Burning Sky Drum was deafening, just like a person shouting in Wen Ren'e's ear: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Wen Ren'e opened his eyes completely and said to the compassionate old monk in front of him: "Master, put down the butcher knife, do you want to ask me if you are willing to use the knife first?"

The abbot of Wuxiang Temple shook his head tremblingly: "After all, we fell short of success."

With his words, the illusion around Wen Ren'e dissipated, and twenty-one masters raised their magical weapons and pointed them at Wen Ren'e. If he woke up a moment later, so many magical weapons would beat him to pieces.

With the sound of war drums urging him to die, Wenren'e raised his Seven Killing Halberd and said loudly: "You can push me to this level, which is worthy of my fighting. We are all at the end of the war. Who can survive the final blow? Let it be decided by destiny.”

Having said that, the Seven Killing Stars in the sky shined brilliantly. Wenren'e's Seven Killing Halberds met twenty-one magical weapons. Twenty-two supreme divine weapons collided. The huge force of heaven and earth collided, causing thunder. Bursts!

The demons who were chatting looked at the sky. Lord Ruan Tan said in disbelief: "The Lord is still alive. How did he survive? Twenty-one masters!"

"Don't worry about changing your name to Lord. Hurry up and set up a protective formation! Do you want to die?" Master Yuan Tan kicked Ruan Weiyi in the butt.

Ruan Weiyi hurriedly opened the Xuanyuan Sect's mountain-protecting formation. The moment the barrier was just set up, a bloody light rushed out of the formation and entered the battle circle without fear.

Yin Hanjiang didn't care at all about the damage to his body caused by the aftermath of the master's fight. His eyes were blood red as he searched for Wen Ren'e's figure among the countless fallen ruins.

This severed limb is not, that magic weapon is not, where is it, where is it!

A Zen staff fell down and was about to hit Yin Hanjiang. At this moment, a tattered halberd seemed to be alive and stood in front of Yin Hanjiang, blocking the attack of the Zen staff.

When Yin Hanjiang saw the halberd, he returned to his human form, picked up Wen Ren'e's magical weapon, and relied on the resonance sound of the magical weapon to find the dying Wen Ren'e.

He flew forward and hugged Wen Ren'e. The joy of regaining his lost body made Yin Hanjiang's mouth numb and he was speechless.

The two landed smoothly. Yin Hanjiang hugged Wen Ren'e and trembled all over. Wen Ren'e slowly stretched out his hand, rubbed Yin Hanjiang's face, and said weakly: "Yin Protector, you finally saved me."

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