Archfiend Chapter 864: : The Battle of the Ancestral Court (6)

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"Kill!!!" Yao Kunwu burst into tears and took the lead.

I couldn't see it, but I could feel that the familiar aura behind him twisted suddenly, and then exploded. He already knew that a fellow Daoist had returned home.

Heart is like a knife.

Although there are differences, although they haven't come together for thousands of years, they are still in the line of Zhang Daozu. Today, everyone gathers in the ancestral court. Isn’t it the glorious scene on the day when Taoist ancestors opened up heaven and earth?

Of course, every year is similar to each other, and every year is different, and the world is in general trend. The former fellow Taoist fell behind him at this moment, but he couldn't look at it at all.

It's not that you don't watch it, you can't watch it.

He doesn't know how long he has been killed anymore. There are rows of magic weapons in all directions, and his body is already covered with blood. He doesn't have the energy and time to see it.

He knows very well that only by moving forward and constantly moving forward can we restore the dignity of those fellow Taoists who died in battle.

"Dangdangdang!" The sword pierced through the air, and several Dajin monks around him fell as though they were cutting wheat. The whole body spiritual power has never been so coordinated, although the coordination also disappeared like running water, he has no regrets.

The sword light returned, and he took the sword and stood proudly. Being in the vast dark tide is like an island in the river, the calmness and calmness amidst thousands of horses, that life and death bearishness, despite the power of Sha Tongtian, the people around him did not get close for a while.

"Papa......" There was a round of applause, and a young man with a folding fan stepped in the air, and the surrounding army retreated like Moses' water stick. Gongzizai carefully glanced at him: "Not bad."

"Will you be my book boy?"

Yao Kunwu smiled similarly, but the long sword had turned into a white dragon, taking the vitals of the young man's whole body.

"Bold!!" "Dare to be rude to the third son of Qin Shangshu!!!" "The son is worthy of you, it is your good fortune! Why don't you kneel down and give thanks quickly?!"

The golden light was shining, the son spread out his folding fan, thousands of peach blossoms floated out, turning into ashes with the white dragon. Yao Kunwu panted and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The hand holding the sword was already trembling, but he raised it reluctantly, gasping and laughing: "You are not worthy."

"I just asked casually." He narrowed his smile: "I appreciate the aura you show. But you, at least the few people in the front, will never surrender. I don't bother to surrender. I have to spend a lot of words with you."

"Seven Xuanming sons of Shangshu Mansion, send you on the road!"

"Boom!" With a sound of "Boom!", the spiritual power of the virtual pill realm exploded, the facial features began to be distorted, and the body began to swell: "Go away! This seat must take the head of others by hand!"

The aura is like a tide, it is a kind of aura that waits for work, all the people around him withdraw. In mid-air, the young man's figure soared, and golden light covered his eyes. A few seconds later, a monster like a King Kong, with double horns on his head and full of runes, roared out of the golden light.

Without a few seconds, Yao Kunwu's spiritual sense finally swept around for the first time.

Hundreds of thousands of troops are thrown into the Kuroshio Current, like a stone sinking into the bottom of the lake, there is no ripple at all. Most of the monks were divided in the outermost part of the battlefield. They were the monks with the lowest cultivation level and were slowly eroded. The white aura forms a continuous array, constantly decreasing.

On the contrary, it was their sect masters, elders, and the mad tiger that made it into the hinterland of the Dajin Dynasty, but... now, including him, there are only seven auras left.

Every path is faltering. He understands this feeling. This is a sign that his spiritual power is about to be overdrawn. When manpower was poor, it was enough to kill till now.

He flicked his gaze point by point, looking at the misty mountain behind him in the dark. Mixed feelings.

Ancestral Court...

I...I am afraid I can never go back...

"Dead!!" With a punch, Yao Kunwu greeted him with a sword. In an instant, the air burst into the air, like a firecracker, a figure pulled out a dozen meters of blood line, and was directly shocked into the air.

"Roar!!!" The son yelled up to the sky, his eyes were red, and a huge four or five-story tall eagle pounced: "The people of Qingcheng Mountain are all watching you... Hahaha! This seat is here. Let them tear you to pieces! See who dared to be a warrior!"

In one sentence, Yao Kunwu, who was regressing, bit his tongue, and the spiritual consciousness that was almost scattered was restored.

Yes... the entire Ancestral Court is watching him.

Even if he falls, he will never fall so depressed.

His gaze swept slightly, not just him, but all the sect masters who rushed in front had several figures following. The white light that had been submerged by the dark tide just now shone with another spiritual light. Everyone Burn out his last point of cultivation.

As my thoughts turn, a huge black shadow rushes frantically. The other party's cultivation base is similar to him, but his state is far different from his own who is now completely dry.

"Kneel to the great Dajin, Ant!"

"Boom!" The white-haired fist was full the size of a person, bringing a fishy wind, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze for an instant. He gritted his teeth, and in the next second, his whole body suddenly burst into skylight. .

A sword came to the west, and he was shocked, only to see the sword light, but not the sword. The giant beast screamed backwards several meters, and under the blow of the Shadowless Sword, a scar of several meters appeared on its left hand.

The bones are deeply visible, and the blood is flowing.

Across from him, Yao Kunwu burned with golden light all over his body, his face quickly changed from youth to middle-aged, and within a few seconds, his head was gray and dazzling.

Burning longevity.

"Come well." The giant beast's huge teeth sharpened like a blade: "This opponent has only a little desire to torment me."

One person, one beast, standing proudly in the air, no one shot first.

The war has started for more than an hour, and there are hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the rear, all surrounded by layers of black tide. Layers of strong shields, spears, and meat grinders kept piercing inward, and countless magic weapons in the air were dense like locusts, and everyone was injured. But he tried his best to maintain the formation that he was already familiar with.

At this moment, everyone looked over, even the people of the Dajin Dynasty looked behind them.

Where...The aura is in the sky, the aura is full, the center of the Kuroshio, the seven radiances are like the moonlight sun, extremely dazzling.

On Qingcheng Mountain, all the sect masters clenched their fists.

Burning longevity...

Then I am afraid it will explode...

Thousands of years of inheritance are no longer needed, and thousands of disputes are not important anymore.

Under the ancestral court, where is the view of the door?

The national crisis is at the forefront, so why is the Buddha and Taoism wrong?

The existence of the seven radiances is like a beacon of faith. A sect master's eyes were reddish, looking at the sky, he was afraid, unwilling, and didn't want to watch this scene. The seventeen Taoist traditions disappeared in front of them, born of a mother, but the sky is separated.

"Where's the reinforcements..." He closed his eyes and suddenly shouted: "Where are the reinforcements?" As soon as the voice fell, he turned into a stream of light with all his strength and rushed towards the old monarch's palace.

At the same time, dozens of streamers all over the mountain rushed towards the mountain. Just as he approached the top of the mountain, Xu Yangyi's voice sounded calmly: "No move, no entry."

The last word fell, and an overwhelming hand spread out from the Laojun Hall, forcibly pressing everyone on the stone steps leading to the Laojun Hall.

This stone step has a name.

Dengtian Road.

According to the legend, Zhang Daoling finally walked here, planted a peach tree, enlightened Tao under the tree, and created Taoism.

Now... his descendants, his orthodoxy, dozens of sect masters, are all kneeling on the stone steps. Kneeling on the road he had walked, everyone had tears in their eyes, but no one doubted Jin Dan's order.

"You guys..." Xu Yangyi's voice was with a subtle wave of fluctuations, and then calm as water: "What are you going to do?"

"Vacuumists, please fight!!" Before the words fell, a sturdy man who didn't look like a Taoist stood up, his beard was over his chest, and the nine-foot man, now his eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, and he clasped his fists and said: "I hope the real man is perfect! !"

"The real person..."

Xu Yangyi hadn't spoken yet, the big man knocked his head directly to the stone steps, and Dengtian Road, which had not been bloodied for thousands of years, was finally stained with the first blood. In the blood splattering, this big man in the late stage of foundation construction actually rejected the Jin Dan for the first time, hissed: "The 320th generation of the vacuum school, Xiao Changfeng, please fight!! Seeking the truth!!"

Can't kneel down.

The blood is flowing like a note.

Without waiting for him to finish, an old man also kowtows, his voice choked: "Cao Wuya, the contemporary master of the Jishan School, please fight! Please real people agree!!"

Long kneel down.

"The contemporary master of the Heshan School, Tian Yuanzi, please fight! The 12,000 Erlang of the Heshan School will definitely enter the enemy line! Behead the enemy!" "The contemporary master of the Jinshan School, Sun Chengui, please fight! 21,000 Jinshan School! Monk, you will definitely rescue Robe!"

"Pray for war!!" "Pray for war!!" "Real person, beg for war!!"

No one can see, on the top of Qingcheng Mountain, all the gold cores are tearing down the clothes. Even if Xu Yangyi is such an iron-blooded person, still crying silently while looking at the sky.

Seeing that my brother, Daoist, is not far in front, and I can't save him, this moment is completely unimportant for thousands of years of disputes. What they want to save is this person, this heritage, this Taoist incense.

Go home.

He didn't speak, but the gatekeeper on the road to the sky didn't stop at all.

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"A real person, as long as you give me 10,000 people, I will definitely bring back all the sect masters!" "A real person, you must save! Before the ancestral court, the Taoism was actually disappeared! How can Zhang Daozu feel at ease in the spirit of heaven?" "Thousands of years Inheritance, once never outside the ancestral court, a real person..."

The sound was still controllable at first, but at the back, it was already choked. Finally, they gathered into the same voice.

"Seek the truth!"

All the monks in the vicinity of the old monk's palace heard the sound.

"Please fight! All Taoist schools please fight! Please be kind to the real people!!"

The Sanqing Palace and the Fourth Palace, the closest to the Laojun Palace, the elderly palace owners opened their eyes together and burst into tears.

"Taozu...Did you see the old man..."

"We...are not divided...the fire will last forever..."

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