Archfiend Chapter 863: : The Battle of the Ancestral Court (5)
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"Boom boom boom!" Thousands of Jin monks marched west, and millions of Taoist monks welcomed them. The moment the Luoxia Ziying Formation opened, the Nine Dragon Sky Formation and the Vermilion Dragon Dance Form opened up two huge vortexes at the same time.
The vortex circulates rapidly, streamers pouring out of the nest, hundreds of thousands of flying swords volley in the sky, and the spiritual energy pierces the sun, like the Milky Way surrounding the holy mountain.
As soon as this stream of light appeared, the masters of all branches on the mountain stood up suddenly and looked down in disbelief.
"What the **** happened!?" A Taoist rushed to the front of the mountain, looking at the endless stream of light below, and tremblingly said: "The big formation is not broken, why did they all rush out? Are you looking for death!"
Although the Milky Way is vast, but on the opposite side of it, there is no way to see it. The endless dark tide is several times and dozens of times higher than the Milky Way!
Abandon the protection of the mountain guard, and rush out to fight back. There is no option to backwater! There is only a dead end!
In the view of Sanqing, an old man stood up suddenly, his hands trembled slightly, his beard and hair were raised, his voice became hoarse: "Haichan School, Wuwei School, Laoshan School..."
He knelt on the ground with a roar: "Don't you want your own orthodoxy!!!"
This sound seemed to call out the soul of religious belief.
One sect master stood up, and the other also stood up. Not long after, the whole Qingcheng Mountain, all branch sect masters stood up, and then the elite of the faction also stood up in shock, looking down in disbelief.
The reason why Taoism is divided and the three mountains are the ancestral court is because of the differences of ideas. For example, some schools advocate natural inaction, and some schools advocate resignation. After thousands of years of history, these differences have become more and more intense. It is divided into various factions.
They have subverted thousands of years in the history of China, upholding their own ideas, and have continued to this day. However...Today, they completely abandoned their differences! Choose to stand with Zu Ting!
Seventeen sects and hundreds of thousands of monks. At this moment, the difference between sects has been abandoned, and there is only one concept: to guard the ancestral court!
The ancestral court is lost, what kind of faith?
"Once these people die... these seventeen sects..." A Taoist aunt quivered her lips: "It means disappearing from the long river of history!"
"They are all the last elites in the faction, in charge of the essence of each faction...they, why are they so impulsive!" "Thousands of years of ideas...today...today have you abandoned it?" "No It should be so...it shouldn't be! Everyone!"
As we talked, many people burst into tears.
Yes, it shouldn't be.
But, even more so!
This is the ancestral court of Taoism, the place where Zhang Daozu gained the Tao, the place where Zhang Daozu defeated millions of enemy troops in the true martial world in the battle of Ten Thousand Realms, the place where the soul returns, the place where beliefs germinate. Here is also the Southwest Gate of China.
Once it is broken, the consequences will be disastrous.
Under this kind of pressure, the differences of thousands of years are so small, and these seventeen factions... just in an instant, they decided which one is lighter and which one is heavy. They can only admire this kind of mind.
Every damage is lost, and every glory is prosperous. Under the seemingly divergent Taoism, the voices of the major factions vary from loud to small. Finally, hundreds of branch sect masters gritted their teeth and bowed down.
"Friends of the Taoist...Go well."
"From today, I will be the nihility school for one day, and the Haichan school will continue to carry on, and the incense will be endless!" "Old man swears, from today, my Wenshi school will be for one day, and the Wuwei school will continue forever!" If you send it in one day, it will surely **** you Jingming faction!"
All the voices, without spiritual power, seem to be reaching the front, from which the Wanjun, before the black tide, Yao Kunwu turned his head, with mixed flavors in his heart, as if he heard these voices and looked back.
This look is the last look at Ancestral Court.
This look is also a lament for the inheritance of the Haichan School.
At a glance, thousand years, thousand years of disputes, thousand years of coexistence.
"Everyone." With his gaze back, the seventeen sect masters pointed diagonally with his sword, and hundreds of thousands of people face the countless tens of thousands of troops ahead, their voices trembling, that is "more". The words have reached the limit and brought endless depression, and even though thousands of people are going to go to the sky, the pride is soaring.
After a pause, the seventeen sect masters shouted in unison: "Keep guarding the ancestral court! Keep guarding the country!"
"Although the branches are destroyed, the faith will never die! The fire will last forever!! Kill!!"
Without any dialogue, there was an earth-shattering killing. Hundreds of thousands of people, like a galaxy starburst, rushed forward to the endless dark tide without hesitation.
"Looking for death!!!" The six expeditionary vanguards faced him. The six golden core swords stood proudly in front of them, facing the explosion of the Milky Way ahead, the six screamed: "Strike the stone with the pebbles!"
"Take your dog's head to sacrifice the flag!" "Any ants, dare you to challenge Fuso?!"
"Boom boom boom!" Six figures rushed out quickly, behind them, endless Zhenwu iron hoof tsunami rushed.
Closer...closer...black and white, covering the two sides of the sky, like Tai Chi flowing.
A thousand meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters...zero!
"Boom!!!" At the moment of the collision, infinite aura flew up. I don't know how many monks returned to the ancestral court in the first collision. But the remaining monks didn't even look at them, and tried their best to fight forward.
Forward, only forward.
There is no retreat behind. Do your best and seek a worthy one.
"Dang!" Yao Kunwu took the knife and fell, and the aura that was second only to the golden core erupted. Under the light of life and death, a long sword was swung into a white ball. He swung away one by one. As long as you are in front of him, there is no one in one!
The tiger entered the flock, and as he shouted angrily, there was a burst of aura on the tip of the sword, green lotus blossoming, and a sword turned into thousands of ways, soft and boneless, clearly stabbing forward, but turning around. After the sword in the heart.
"Puff puff puff!" Wherever he went, **** arrows flew in the air, and a monk who was in the early stage of the True Martial World's foundation was stunned and covered his throat, and some of them shook his eyebrows. They couldn't understand, why the sword that stabbed the lower abdomen stabbed their throat like a snake?
"If you violate my ancestral court, even if it is far away, you will be punishable!" Yao Kunwu slammed to the rise, with a long roar, and the sword light was like a horse.
Silent silence.
In the next second, all the True Martial Realm cultivators around covered their throats and fell to the ground in a rain of blood.
Cool...
He sighed up to the sky, and only then rushed into the True Martial Realm for five minutes. He had already killed dozens of people. This sense of transparency, this sense of open-mindedness, this... sense of no regrets or regrets, the tide impacted his soul. Looking up, the star is a bright star and the moon is a bright moon, but it makes him feel that the sky is high and the sea is broad, the clouds are light and the wind is light.
The heart was beating wildly, but the body was so calm and terribly calm, and the aura rose to its peak. He no longer wanted to see how much aura he had left. This is not important, what matters is how many people can be killed before oneself die.
"Second Junior Brother..." He took the time to look at Qingcheng Mountain: "The inheritance of the Haichan Sect... Senior Brother will leave it to you..."
Without waiting for him to sigh, layers of black tide cover up again, and this time, it is far from the ordinary monks before.
Heavy Armour!
Everyone is wearing heavy black armor engraved with amulet, and the iron armor is covered. The only two pairs of eyes that reveal the infinite killing intent.
No one spoke, it was uniform, dozens of people firmly surrounded Yao Kunwu, and his body was lit up in the sky, like a tiger choosing people and eating.
However, what they faced was a lion who abandoned everything.
"There are some people who can be seen." Yao Kunwu laughed and waved his sword. In the next second, thousands of pear trees bloomed, and white flowers bloomed at the tip of the sword, and his appearance was rapidly aging. , There was a phantom stepping on toad unexpectedly behind him.
The broad robe, the long sleeves, the loose hair, the appearance is vague, but with a shocking majesty.
"Please like the ancestor?" Not far from the battlefield, a hearty laughter sounded: "The housekeeper of the Haichan school, Yao family, let us compare and see who kills the better More!"
I don't know who it is, Yao Kunwu laughed and said: "Okay!"
As soon as the voice fell, a phantom also appeared somewhere.
It was a woman with her feet on lotus leaves and lotus flowers in her hands. Infinite petals fell on her side. Although she was beautiful, she had no way to kill.
He Xiangu!
"Boom!!" Two brilliances erupted from the black tide of thousands of horses. The magical powers that built the foundation were not magnificent or shocking, but they made everyone's blood boiling.
Qingcheng Mountain, I don't know how many monks are clenching their teeth.
Perhaps... they were crazy, crazy, and they didn't find it. But on the mountain, you can clearly see that every second, there are countless white auras bursting apart. Every second, black fills the white space.
Hundreds of thousands of people, how can they compare with the thousands of troops in the real martial arts?
When manpower is poor.
Those bursting white auras are all monks who can explode, blooming the brightest brilliance in life.
It is also the last glory.
"Pump!" With countless noises, a Taoist aunt looked calm, his movements stopped, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
The sword in her hand pointed directly at the throat of a thousand chiefs on the opposite side. Just one millimeter away can make the other party hate.
This is a commander of thousands...
She closed her eyes and smiled. In the body, seven or eight spears have inserted her into a sieve. The red blood drenched her robe in an instant.
"The contemporary sect master of Wuwei School, Qimiao Daogu?" Her eyes were a little dizzy, and the black tide separated in front of her. A young man in black armor, riding on a black tiger, stepped on the clouds and looked coldly. She said: "A bounty of seven hundred and twenty thousand is offered. This seat asks you, if you surrender, this seat guarantees that you can heal your injury. And you will be given the post of commander of the prince who will be sent to the north."
Aunt Qimiao didn't reply, her eyes looked forward vaguely.
Stop here...
I...I am still not good at learning...
What's the point of fighting with other schools for thousands of years~IndoMTL.com~?
I can't even kill farther than the other sect masters...
In her eyes, hundreds of meters ahead, a ray of light exploded. Those were the other sect masters of the seventeen tribes, and... in this black tide, they were the only ones left.
Behind, it was pitch black, and the white figure was no longer visible.
She moved her gaze to the direction of the point of her sword again, her sword never fell.
"It's a pity... it's almost..."
In the next second, with a loud bang, her seven orifices burst out with aura, twisting and exploding quickly, and a white lotus bloomed in the sky, a radius of a hundred miles.
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