Archive of Fate’s End Chapter 82: Pulling the earth into a mountain dragon vein

Although there are only a few monks under a few hundred celestial beings, the sorrow, decisiveness, grief, anger, and dynamism of the congregation are vast dàngdàng, which fills the world and inspires the soul.

"It's really the essence of the mourning soldiers." Faced with this situation, Shi Xuan, who is their enemy, also had to praise it, remembering the words "the mourning soldiers will win" in the previous life.

And Shi Xuan, who runs the three-strike method and the sword-heart method, behind the golden Buddha light array method, saw several transparent scarlet blood-like thin lines, which were gathered from smaller threads, all straight Pointing at yourself like a gun is a murderous opportunity.

So, no matter how much Shi Xuan appreciates their momentum, will, and faith, as the enemy, the greatest respect they can give is to do their utmost to crush it and destroy it.

In the bright yellow agar, a roll of ink landscape painting flew over Shi Xuan’s head, slowly unfolding, and evolved into a picture full of chaos and self-contained space, mysterious and vast.

A mouthful of purple flying sword floating in front of Shi Xuan, bright and bright, with dignity and sharpness in the flash, it swings gently, as if jumping for a try, as if it can’t wait.

Shi Xuan pointed his finger, and the purple sword suddenly turned into a bright purple sword. The chaotic picture above his head seemed to be connected with the purple sword through many obstacles and obstacles.

In the formation of the Beijing Normal University, Guo Yuquan, Xiao Jing and others saw a purple gleam, and then suddenly turned into a bright starlight. The starlight is condensed, there are countless shining stars in it, and the middlemost one emits a hazy purple gas slightly.

In this starlight that is not thick and long, it looks like a brilliant star, or a bright star or a white tiger, or a celestial gang, or a green dragon, or a Chinese cover... The Zhoutian star battle has evolved between the square inches, which is magnificent. , The grand vicissitudes of life, all kinds of changes are immutable.

This sword light fell down by itself, completely concealing nothing. Its power and strength made hundreds of sad, angry, determined, sad, and determined monks dizzy, their faces pale, and their double tuǐ soft. Non-mood changes are natural reactions on the body, but they rely on their own will, the continuous momentum and the partial isolation of the formation, and they still stand in the same place straight and without bending.

Guo Yuquan, as an immortal who can make a whim, has a sense of danger and death that overflows the whole soul.

In the ordinary time, with such a feeling, he had already fled every day, how far he fled, but now Guo Yuquan smiled carelessly, "Star Martyr", Beidouquan It means that the life magic weapon meteorite glove is all cast out, and some other secrets are also flying out like money.

At the same time, he manipulated the formation token, so that the Beijing teacher 〖Zhong〗 raised a phantom shadow of a large vajra with a hundred feet tall, the gold sè was warm, the top of the pestle was blunt, and the following point was inlaid with three Buddha statues, one A smile is always open, a sorrowful pity, a vajra angry.

Under the shadow of the Vajra Pestle, even the capital of the Beijing Normal University, the golden layer of Buddha light from the formation method appeared heavy and sacred, as if supporting the giant pillars of heaven.

With the Vajra Pestle 〖Suppress〗, the layer of gold Buddha light is more condensed, and even a fist-sized Luohan and Bodhisattva recite the scriptures in the light layer to release the Buddha light.

Although the martial arts monks are not high in strength and do not need to manipulate the formation, they have no intention of watching the battle. Swords, mountain splitters, spears, pagodas, hammers, and other magical tools, purple, green, green, white, black, and other secret treasures gloriously, all hit the sky neatly, under the blessing of momentum, it looks spectacular and powerful .

The practising sword light that evolved between Zhou Fang and Xing Dao, spanning a long distance, was chopped back and forth on the golden light layer of the Buddha, on the Big Dipper, and on a few Hundreds of meteors, cut on countless spiritual weapons, boxing intentions, mysterious eruptions on the sè Guanghua.

Time seems to be still. The bright star sword light was placed on the golden light layer of the Buddha, and the surrounding breeze and brilliance seemed to stop, and the whole world was quiet.

In a flash, hundreds of tragic, determined, and determined monks, such as Guo Yuquan and Xiao Jing, couldn’t help but raised a joyful thought: “Really blocked?!”

After that moment, there was a burst of golden ripples in the stalemate between the dazzling sword light, the golden Buddha light, and the Big Dipper seven stars.

The ripples were small and slow at first, but faster and faster, the movements became stronger and stronger. The entire golden layer of the Buddha began to shake violently, and creaks and creaks broke out everywhere in the formation. Voices.

Wipe, as if the glaze is broken, there are cracks in the golden layer of the Buddha, and it is getting bigger and deeper.

"You can't give up and put more force!" Xiao Jing and others worked hard, as if to exert the power of every inch of blood.

But after a moment, the clattering sounds of clamouring and rumbling sounded, the golden layers of the Buddha turned into pieces of gold, and the formations around the capital made a series of explosions. The sound of was directly transformed into a little golden.

The formation method is broken, the Big Dipper, thousands of meteors, countless stars, and that condensed momentum, in front of the bright sword light that seems to have been transformed by Zhou Tianxing, it is like a baby facing a strong Han, the egg faced the hammer, and even without a bit of noise, it was cut from it, fragmented, and the smoke disappeared.

Guo Yuquan, who was facing Jianguang all over the body, was unable to escape, but he was smiling and gazing firmly at this brilliant swordlight, and he was about to explode.

But the sword light was so fast, Guo Yuquan thought was hit before it turned, split in two, and then turned into the flesh and blood, and then dissipated in the starlight.

Starlight cut through all obstacles, and slashed unstoppably on the ground of the capital.

Boom, a huge noise came out, and a violent shock erupted. The whole capital was like a fishing boat in a storm. It might fall over at the next moment, and at the same time a thick smoke rose like a giant white mushroom.

The monks who followed the Ming Huang Chenxiang Yu, witnessed the power of real people in the first time, and then realized that they could kill Xiao Chuhe with one sword, shocked, heartbroken, yearning, moving, admiring All sorts of emotions came to mind as if they were mixed.

The bright yellow agar incense is still slowly moving forward, and the white smoke seems to be afraid of it, and disappears instantly, showing the current status of the capital.

A few hundred miles of unfinished sword marks divided the entire capital into two halves. The houses and palaces on both sides of the sword marks were turned into dust, and no debris appeared until hundreds of feet were opened. .

Hundreds of the monks who were dead and energetic, and a few of them had turned into powder under the sword light. Most of them stood farther because of the arrangements made by Guo Yuquan during his lifetime. The waves blow and fall into the ruins of the house.

However, they have just exerted their last energy, and now it is completely out of force, and they have suffered different injuries under the impact of the qi wave, so they can only lie there and use anger, hatred, The sad eyes watched the bright yellow agar rush into the capital.

Unfortunately, their eyes couldn’t kill, and the bright yellow agar was unstoppable. Seeing them as nothing, Shi Shiran went to the palace that had been ruined.

Every time it moves forward, the sadness, pain, sorrow, and killing thoughts of Xiao Jing and other martial monks are concentrated, but the same feelings of powerlessness, despair, sorrow, and mí are also stronger. .

They saw the bright yellow agarwood stopped in front of the palace, the curtain was opened, and a young monk with a sober robe and dashing dust came out of it, and stepped into the air in one step.

"This is the mysterious and powerful real person in Yamanaka?" When they thought about it, they saw that the real person reached out his right hand and gently grabbed it, and then the palace and the surface behind it began to shake violently.

During the shaking, some mounds rose rapidly.

The mound rises higher and higher, but within a few moments, it becomes a lofty loess peak with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Then they saw that the right hand of the real person changed from grasping to grasping, and most of the earth on the yellow peak immediately turned into black rock.

If it used to be a tall mound that was piled up by mud and could not be called a mountain, then it is now a real, but bare, odd-shaped high mountain with dangerous peaks and steep mountains.

Witnessing this fairy-like means of moving mountains and seas, the killing indignation and grief in the minds of martial arts priests such as Xiao Jing are like being drawn out, and they can no longer support their momentum and will.

After that, countless trees, grasses, huā plants, and even spirit trees, spirit grass, birds, beasts, and fish and insects seemed to be attracted. .

In a blink of an eye, the mountains mixed with yellow and black are lush and green.

A real man in Tsing Yi waved his hand, and a little Gan Lin came down from the sky.

Falling on the tree, the tree grows quickly, shoots and sprouts, and becomes more blue; when it falls on the grass and spirit grass, it glows with vitality and prosperity: when it falls on the huā plants, they all bloom in shape. The fresh fragrance is tangy and colorful...

Some landed on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ turned into streams, sweet springs, waterfalls, water splashes, bright reflections, hazy and beautiful.

Just when everyone thought that the real man in Tsing Yi was over, as he carried his hands back, the whole Jingshi began to vibrate again, as if there was a real dragon under the ground turning over and swimming towards the high mountain.

The real dragon finally connected with the high mountain. After some coiling, the shape of the high mountain has changed a little. The biggest difference is that the mountain is full of aura, and the white mist is generated on the mountainside and the top of the mountain, as if the whole mountain All of them have life in general, and the show is steep.

In addition, the mountains are full of greenery; each sè fresh huā is full of bloom; the water reflects the sunlight, exuding the colorful glow of the ray of light; many birds and beasts run and chirp, this mountain is like a fairyland on earth, fascinating, especially from the mountainside The hazy white mist shrouded the mountains even more.

The Daoist monks who followed followed were stunned, and there was hardly any reaction.

And in the roar of thunder, a mournful voice of despair and pain and despair sounded in the ruins of the capital, one after another.

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