Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 931: Great cleaning (eight)
The view of Qinglian.
A clear light descends from the sky, and there are green lotus stretches in the light, and the aura is overflowing, and it penetrates the void.
Countless long and short, large and small rectangular rune phantoms are looming in the spiritual light, like the natural formation of the sky and the earth, protecting the entire Qinglian view.
There are hundreds of thousands of Taoists wearing water and fire robes, holding long swords, and frantically attacking the guardian formation of Qinglian Temple.
These Taoists are all the disciples of the Qinglian Temple of Water and Fire. They practiced the technique of water, fire and thunder.
Especially the natal flying sword tempered from the original thunder of the innate water and fire vitality, it is extinct in flight, the sound is like thunder, and it is tens of thousands of miles in an instant. It is the supreme means of destroying demons and killing enemies.
Hundreds of thousands of Daoists in the Temple of Water and Fire joined forces, and even the four major enemy nations of demons, demons, ghosts, and monsters in their heyday dared to go on a rampage.
This large array of water, fire and thunder, being driven by the Taoists of the Water and Fire Temple, even once shook a ghost for several days and nights outside the shelter of the large array of Flint and Fire, and finally retreated.
From this, we can see the power of this big formation.
Only at this moment, hundreds of thousands of water and fire swords turned into thunder, madly hitting the mountain guard array of Qinglian Temple, and saw a sword in the air exploded to pieces, the mountain guard array did not move at all, even A lotus in the clear light could not be cut down.
A group of high-level people at the core of Qinglian Temple stood on the roof of a hall, looking ugly at the hundreds of thousands of exhausted Taoist priests in the water and fire hall.
"Thunder Palace, take over!" One of Qinglianguan's precept elders exclaimed angrily.
Hundreds of thousands of people in the Water and Fire Temple fell from the air panting, and a cloud in the distance rose into the sky. The same hundreds of thousands of Taoists wearing purple and silver thunder robes were holding long swords with flashing electric lights, facing the guards above their heads. The mountain array is a fierce attack.
For many months, Qinglianguan has encountered the same trouble as the Red Lotus Temple.
The one hundred thousand ancestors in the back mountain did not know where to go, and the guarding formation was like a madman, trapping all the Qinglian Guan Taoists at the gate of the mountain, unable to enter.
The host and the elders of Qinglian Temple acted decisively and asked the disciples of the doormen to frantically attack the mountain guard, trying to break through the barrier and seek the truth behind the scenes.
But this big formation is really so strong that it makes people desperate. Every line pattern, every restriction, every ambush in the formation is so familiar and clear, but they just use this one. There is nothing to do with the guarding the mountain.
"Who is this, are you kidding us Qinglianguan?" An elder of the Falun Gong muttered to himself with a gloomy face.
"This is not a joke, but it's a bit like trying to punish us all." An elder guarding the law said with a cold face and gloomily: "If you close the door and hit the dog, none of them can escape... a big handwriting. , Just don’t know what they are waiting for."
Outside the gate of Qinglianguan Mountain, under the archway, the drunk Buddhist Taoists of the Qinglianguan generation leaned lazily on the pillars of the archway, spreading two long legs lazily, carrying a wine gourd in his left hand, comfortable Pouring wine into his mouth.
Occasionally, he would look up at the mountain guard formation above his head.
Occasionally, he would look at the group of fellow mentors in the far hall.
It's just that his eyes are calm, without the slightest ripples, as if all changes in the outside world can't start his mind.
The strong alcohol is scattered, the disciples of Qinglianguan who are running far and near, if they pass by, they will respectfully bow to the drunk Buddha and Taoist, and then treat him as if he does not exist, why should he go? , No one would ask this ridiculously high ancestor what to ask, what to ask...
Actually, the great and young Taoists of Qinglian Temple know that this drunk Buddhist Taoist does nothing.
The mountain guard, the mountain guard, he is the sword that Qinglianguan guards the gate of the mountain. If you don't provoke him, it will be harmless to humans and animals; if you provoke him, think about the faceless Buddha before, it was this mountain guard Three or two swords smashed into a dizzy head, and then he was sneak attacked and lost his golden body.
Someone once commented privately—the drunk Buddhist Taoist guardian of Qinglian Temple has the highest cultivation base in the Three Gods Sect!
The so-called No. 1 of the Three Gods Sect naturally counts those old and undead who are self-sealed.
Hundreds of thousands of self-enclosed old antiques are counted, so many amazing geniuses of the Three Gods Sect are counted, and the cultivation level of the drunken Buddha and Taoist is called the first!
Blinking his eyes, the drunk Buddhist Taoist sneaked up his little finger of his right hand.
There was a ‘chih’.
An extremely bright cyan sword light that is tens of thousands of times brighter than lightning is only the thickness of leeks, one foot long and short, and it pierces the sky with a sharp and subtle sound.
The sword light flashed, and it struck the mountain guard formation of Qinglianguan.
There was a faint ripple in the protection of the mountain, and then the sword energy dissipated.
The drunk Buddha and Taoist were stunned, then sighed and shook his head. The Taoist formations of the hundreds of thousands of Water and Fire Palace and Thunder Palace were unable to shake the slightest large formation, and they were shocked slightly by the sword light he had in hand, showing the strength of this sword light.
"However, those who have changed the Qinglian view of the Great Formation are even more terrifying." The drunk Buddhist Taoist muttered to himself: "The King of God...that is, a powerful shot at a superior level."
Squinted his eyes, the drunk Buddhist Taoist grinned: "But, what do you care about me?"
"You are all leeks...just waiting for the sickle to cut."
"They are ready to cut the leeks, none of you can escape."
The drunk Buddhist Taoist spit out a strong scent of alcohol, and a strange and complicated expression flashed away on his face that had been indifferent.
Hate, entanglement, fear, yearning...
Several innocent and cute little Dao children with double buns on their heads cautiously ran out of the gate of Qinglian Guan, panting and carrying a few large wine gourds, ran to the drunk Buddha Taoist side, and took the wine gourd. Placed beside him.
"Old ancestors, our mountain guards, what's the matter?" A red-skinned little Taoist boy asked the drunk Buddha and Taoist very carefully.
"Listen to other little ancestors, we are trapped by a powerful enemy?" A young boy who was born with a white and tender pink whispered a drunk Buddha and Taoist.
The drunk Buddha and Taoist are silent.
Another pretty girl born with Yuxue and cute, she waved her small fist vigorously: "But our Qinglian View is so strong, we are not afraid of any enemies? Isn't it? Old ancestors?"
The drunk Buddhist Taoist glanced at the little girl, slapped her buttocks lightly, and said softly: "You have eaten a few bowls of white rice, what do you know? The frog at the bottom of the well, I don't know how high the sky is, the green lotus view Very strong? Huh!"
"Go, go, go, don't delay the old way of drinking..." The drunk Buddhist Taoist took a look at the chicken, and drove away a few small Taoists.
Looking at the backs of several little Taoist boys running wildly, the drunk Buddhist Taoist smiled slightly, and then his smile suddenly stagnated.
A strong view of Qinglian?
Fart!
If it weren't for the flintlocks of the Flintlock Dynasty to spread the flames, and the three or five monsters and ghosts would be able to slaughter the Qinglian Temple.
If you put in... put in...
The face of the drunk Buddhist Taoist twitched violently. He gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky. His realization seemed to have penetrated the thick atmosphere of Mu Continent, penetrating the extremely high sky. It has penetrated the boundless void that envelops the entire continent of Mu, penetrated the'primitive membrane of the gods' outside the black and infinite void, and penetrated the boundless world of the cosmos of the outside world...
It seems that he saw the vast expanse, like countless soap bubbles inlaid together...
God's Domain World!
"My home..." The drunk Buddhist Taoist choked into his trachea with a sip of old wine. He coughed violently, and tears came out of his cough.
"It's been a long time..."
The drunk Buddha and Taoist muttered to himself: "Scare, the punishment of reincarnation, ha ha ha!"
Being attacked by hundreds of thousands of Taoists in the Thunder Palace, the mountain guard formation of Qinglianguan, who is still unmoved, is about a hundred meters away from the drunk Buddha Taoist. The formation quietly cracked a gap, wearing a black warrior. A, Pei Feng, whose whole body was wrapped in a faint black magic flame, pressed the hilt of the saber around his waist with his right hand, and walked in lightly.
Behind Pei Feng, a blood-colored robe is as fierce as burning plasma, and the fierce light in the eyes between Gu and Pan, the gaze is as solid as the essence, it can be turned into a blood prison that can wipe out all living beings with billions of swords at any time, and it is silent and silent. The float came in.
The drunk Buddha Taoist suddenly woke up, his body shook, and he dropped the wine gourd in his hand, and appeared out of thin air in front of Pei Feng and the blood prison.
Three cyan, one-foot-long flying swords hovered in front of the drunk Buddha Taoist. The sword light was fluctuating, and the wisps of sword intent turned into sharp dao patterns visible to the naked eye, quickly spreading to the surroundings.
In an instant, the surrounding area was around one hundred zhang, and it was completely covered by strands of sword-like patterns.
The sword pattern is like crystal glaze, turning into a sharp crystal glaze cover, which completely surrounds this hundred zhang void.
The body of the drunk Buddha and Taoist is also flooded with immeasurable sword intent. His body has become translucent. In the body, only sword lights can be seen flowing back and forth, and countless sword lights are intertwined between his chest and abdomen. Condensed into a sword mark the size of a human head, between the virtual and the real.
The faceless Buddha of Honglian Temple, after fully enlightened and killed the King of Black Wind, suddenly became thorough, and his mood quickly rose, and this condensed a half-virtual, half-real, semi-finished Buddha seal.
As for the drunken Buddha and Taoist scenes, he should have condensed this sword seal many years ago.
Just like the faceless Buddha, some of the spirits and spirits of the drunk Buddha and Taoists are hindered by the laws of this world and cannot be completely integrated. Therefore, this sword seal is only half-virtual and half-real. Can be completely condensed.
"Emperor Pei Feng...Blood Prison!" The drunk Buddhist Taoist's eyes spewed several feet of sword light, and his voice became extremely sharp and stern: "Two uninvited...this guardian Array, is the handwriting of King Wu?"
Pei Feng applauded lightly, staring at the drunk Buddhist Taoist and chuckling: "It's really smart, yes, this great formation of mountains is our Wutie's method."
The Blood Prison whistled softly behind Pei Feng.
The drunk Buddhist Taoist's body is wrinkled and full of holes, and the Taoist robe is gently floating with traces of wine everywhere. He looked at Pei Feng and said solemnly: "Are you going to destroy my Qinglian vein?"
Pei Feng smiled and looked at the drunk Buddhist Taoist: "What Wu Tie thinks, I don't care... my mission is for you."
The drunk Buddha and Taoist were silent for a while: "Old Tao is just an old drunkard who has no thoughts about the world. Empress Pei Feng is noble, and I am so old..."
"Modest, too modest...hehe!"
The cunning laughter was like a slippery slug, and it suddenly got into the ears of the drunk Buddha and Taoist.
The body of the drunk Buddhist Taoist twitched, frowned and said: "Who?"
Mist smiled, and walked in with a flattering look in a crimson official uniform of the former chieftain of the flintlock court eunuch. He first bowed deeply to Pei Feng in a flattering manner, and then bowed to the blood prison that was full of murderous intent with a look of caution.
He straightened up now, his flattering smile disappeared, and the majesty and sacredness of his face suddenly appeared.
"Hyun Ming...Do you remember this name?"
An extremely noble blood pressure faintly spread from the mist.
The drunken buddha and Taoist condensed like a real sword intent, shaking for a while, almost collapsed out of thin air. He looked at the mist in amazement, staggering back a few steps, and bending his waist subconsciously, he was about to bow to the mist.
But very quickly, the waist has just been bent less than ten degrees, and the drunk Buddhist Taoist straightened up very slowly little by little.
The loose sword intent is condensed, the sword light in the eyes is getting fiercer, and the breath of the whole body is like an iceberg for ten thousand years. The drunk Buddha and Taoists stared at the mist, and said word by word: "Conspiracy of the gods... the blood of the king."
Mist roared with an annoyed face: "Wisdom Protoss! Damn thing!"
The drunk Buddha and Taoist stared at the mist: "The bloodline of the **** king, but it is only the cultivation base of the middle **** general, ha ha, with the strength of the old Taoist half-step **** king realm, a sword can be cut...kneel down , Otherwise..."
Mist's legs suddenly softened, and he almost fell to his knees.
Actually, he is not good at head-to-head confrontation with people. The sharp sword intent of the drunk Buddha and Taoist has soaked his body, facing the determined drunk Buddha and Taoist, Mi Wu has no confidence in his heart.
The drunk Buddha and Taoist can really kill him with a single sword.
Furthermore, the information that the mist found out so easily told him--this drunk Buddha and Taoist is really not afraid of cutting him with a sword.
So, the mist quickly shrank behind Pei Feng, and said cautiously: "Your Majesty Pei Feng, this is Xuan Ming, the bloodline of the High God of the Ice Spirit Protoss, who believes in the glacier goddess of the Ice Spirit Protoss Ice God System ……"
With a dry cough~IndoMTL.com~The mist whispered: "Before the large-scale reincarnation plan, about 300,000 years ago, Xuan Ming refused the courtship of a descendant of a high **** The sword wounded him...the unspeakable key...the descendant of the **** king punish her...reincarnation for a hundred generations, and all generations are men."
The body shuddered, and the mist murmured: "The memory of the soul and the sense of emotion are all women, but the body is a man...Tsk, what a terrible experience!"
Shaking his head, the mist whispered: "Especially important is that Xuanming's lover, her true lover, was completely annihilated by the descendant of the **** king... He will punish her, be a man for life, and miss his love forever. , But can only be immersed in endless despair and regret."
The three flying swords suspended in front of the drunk Buddha and Taoist shook violently, constantly emitting extremely high-pitched and sharp sword sounds.
His face became as black as ink, and he roared toward the mist hoarsely: "Report your **** name, no matter who you are from the conspiracy protoss, I must kill you!"
Pei Feng shook his head: "Drunk Buddha, no, Xuan Ming, do you want to restore the body of a woman? Do you want... revenge?"