Vol 6 Chapter 82: Pulling the soil into the mountains

Although only a few hundred monks below a few hundred immortals were sparsely drawn, the grief, determination, sorrow, anger, death, and later generations formed by the gathering are mighty, filling the world and breathtaking.
"It's the essence of mourning soldiers." Faced with this situation, Shi Xuan, their enemy, had to give a compliment, remembering the words "mourning soldiers must win" that they had learned in previous lives.
Moreover, Shi Xuan, who is running the swordsmanship of the three destructive methods, saw several transparent scarlet blood-like thin threads behind the golden Buddha light array. They were gathered from smaller threads, all pointing straight like a gun. Looking at yourself is the murderous intention of man.
Therefore, no matter how much Shi Xuan appreciates their aura, will, and belief, as an enemy, the greatest respect he can give is to do his best to crush it and destroy it upright.
Amidst the yellow agarwood of the Ming Dynasty, a scroll of ink landscape painting flew on top of Shi Xuan's head, slowly unfolding, and evolving into a picture full of chaos and self-contained space, mysterious and vast.
A purple flying sword floated in front of Shi Xuan's chest, its brilliance and brilliance, and the flashes of dignity and sharpness, it swayed gently, as if eager to try, and as if it could not wait.
Shi Xuan pointed his hand, and the purple flying sword suddenly turned into a bright purple sword and shot out. The chaotic picture above his head seemed to be connected with the purple sword light through numerous obstacles.
In the Great Formation of the Beijing Normal University, Guo Yuquan, Xiao Jing and others saw a flash of purple light, and then it turned into a bright star in an instant. The starlight is condensed, there are countless shining stars inside, and the middle one emits a hazy purple gas.
In this starlight, which is neither thick nor long, just like a horse, dots of brilliant stars may become white tigers, cloth Tiangangs, or blue dragons, or cut canopies... Within square inches, Zhou Tianxing Dou has evolved, and it is magnificent. The great vicissitudes of life, all changes contain eternal changes.
This sword light cut down by himself. It didn't hide anything at all. Its power and power made hundreds of monks who were grief, firm, sad, and decisive, dizzy, pale, and weak in their legs, not a change of mood. It was a natural reaction in the body, but they were still standing straight and unbending on the spot relying on their own will, the aura of the connection and the partial isolation of the formation.
Among them, Guo Yuquan, as an immortal who can make a whim, has a sense of danger and death that fills his entire mind.
Changed the usual time. With this feeling, he has already escaped, how far he has fled, but now Guo Yuquan smiles indifferently, "The Stars of Death", Beidou Quanyi, the magic weapon of his life, the meteor boxing gloves. Some other secret treasures fly out like crazy without money.
At the same time, he manipulated the formation token, so that a hundred-foot-tall vajra phantom rose in the center of the capital, golden and moist. The top of the pestle is in a blunt round shape, and three Buddha statues are inlaid at the lower point, one with a smile. One is sorrowful and compassionate, and the other is King Kong with angry eyes.
This vajra phantom connected to the ground of the capital, and the golden Buddha light layer from the formation method appeared heavy and sacred, like a huge pillar supporting the sky.
With the vajra sacred pestle suppressing the eyes, the golden Buddha light is more condensed, and there is even a fist-sized Arhat and Bodhisattva chanting scriptures in the light layer. Let out Buddha light.
Although the martial arts monks are not high in strength and do not need to manipulate the formations, they did not intend to watch the battle at all. They formed formations, flood dragons, pythons, apes, blue clouds, earth, giant trees and other fists, flying swords, and splitting mountains. Knives, spears, pagodas, magic hammers and other magical weapons, purple, blue, green, white, black and other colored secret treasures brilliance, hit the air neatly, and under the blessing of that momentum, they looked spectacular and powerful.
The horse training sword light that evolves into Zhou Tianxing within a square inch, across a long distance, slashed on the golden Buddha light layer, slashed on the Big Dipper, and slashed on hundreds of meteors. , Slashed on the explosion of countless spirit weapons, fist intent, and secret arts.
Time seemed to stand still, the dazzling star sword light was placed on the golden Buddha light layer, the surrounding breeze and brilliance seemed to stagnate, and the whole world was quiet.
In an instant, Guo Yuquan, Xiao Jing and hundreds of grief, determined, and determined monks involuntarily raised a joyful thought: "Really blocked?!"
But after an instant, there were golden ripples in the stalemate places such as the brilliant sword light, golden Buddha light, and Big Dipper.
The ripples were small and slow at first, but faster and faster, and the fluctuations became stronger and stronger. The entire golden Buddha light layer began to sway violently, and the sound of creaking and creaking disintegrated everywhere in the formation.
Rubbing, as if the colored glaze was broken, cracks appeared in the golden Buddha light layer, and they were getting bigger and deeper.
"Can't give up and work harder!" Xiao Jing and the others tried desperately, as if they wanted to show every inch of bone and blood.
But after an instant, the sound of clattering and rumbling sounded, the golden Buddha light layer turned into pieces of golden light, the formation of the capital of the capital made a series of explosions, and the virtual shadow of the vajra sacred pestle directly turned into A little bit of gold.
The formation was broken, the Big Dipper, thousands of meteors, countless brilliance of various colors, and the condensed momentum, in front of the bright sword light that seemed to be transformed by the star of the week, it was like a baby facing a strong man, egg noodles To the hammer, without even a little sound, it was cut away from it, shattered and vanished.
Guo Yuquan, who was facing the sword light, was completely relieved and unavoidable, but he looked at this bright sword light with a smile and firmly, and he was about to explode.
But this sword light was so fast that Guo Yuquan was hit before he even turned his mind, split into two, then turned into flesh and blood, and then dissipated in the stars.
Starlight cut through all obstacles, and smashed onto the ground of the capital unstoppable.
Boom, a huge noise erupted, and a violent vibration erupted. The entire capital was like a fishing boat in a storm, and it might capsize in the next moment. At the same time, a thick cloud of smoke rose up like a huge white mushroom.
The Taoist monks who followed Ming Huang Chenxiang's first witnessed the power of the real man in the Nian Zhong, and then realized that it was natural for him to be able to kill Xiao Chuhe with one sword, shock, heartbreak, yearning, excitement, appreciation and other emotions. The five flavors rushed to my heart like a mixed bag.
Ming Huang Chenxiang was still moving forward slowly, the white smoke and dust seemed to be afraid of it, and disappeared in an instant, revealing the status quo of the capital.
A few hundred li long, bottomless sword marks divided the entire capital into two halves. The houses and palaces on both sides of the sword mark were turned into dust, and no wreck appeared until hundreds of zhangs were completed.
Of those hundreds of monks who regarded death as their home, with a high spirit, a small part of them had turned into powder under the sword light, and most of them were due to Guo Yuquan’s arrangements during his lifetime, standing relatively far away, but were blown away by the fierce air waves aroused by the sword light. , Fell into the ruins of the house.
However, they had already exerted their last strength just now, and now they are completely relieved, and they have suffered different injuries under the impact of the air wave, so they can only lie there, with grief, hatred, and sad eyes. Watching Ming Huang Chenxiang drive into the capital.
It's a pity that their eyes couldn't kill people, and Huang Chenxiang was unstoppable, treating them like nothing, Shi Shiran headed towards the ruined palace.
Every time it moves forward, the grief, pain, sorrow, and killing thoughts in the hearts of Xiao Jing and other martial arts cultivators increase, but in the same way, the feelings of powerlessness, despair, sadness, and confusion also increase.
They saw Ming Huang Chenxiang stopped in front of the palace, the curtain was opened, and a young monk with a plain robes and a dashing dust came out of it, stepping into the air with one step.
"Is this the mysterious and powerful real person in Nianzhong?" When they just started thinking, they saw that real person stretched out his right hand and grabbed it lightly. Then the palace and the ground behind it began to shake violently.
Amidst the shaking, a mound of earth rose rapidly.
The mound rose higher and higher, but within a few moments, it turned into a loess peak with a height of a thousand meters and a radius of a hundred miles.
Then they saw the real person's right hand changed from grasping to grasping, and most of the dirt on the yellow peak turned into black rock in an instant.
If it was said that it was a tall mound that was piled up by mud and cannot be called a mountain, then it is now a real, but bare, odd-shaped mountain with dangerous peaks and steep mountains.
Witnessing this immortal family's method of moving mountains and seas, the killing intent, grief and anger in the hearts of Xiao Jing and other martial arts monks were as if they were drawn out, and they could no longer support their momentum and will.
After that, countless trees, grasses, flowers, and even spiritual trees, spiritual grasses, birds, beasts, fish and insects gathered from all directions within tens of thousands of miles and fell on the bare high mountains.
In a blink of an eye, the yellow and black mountains are lush and lush, and the mountains are lush and green.
The real man in Tsing Yi waved his hand, and little rain fell from the sky.
When it falls on a tree, the tree grows rapidly, sprouts, and becomes greener; when it falls on the green grass and spiritual grass, it glows with vigorous vitality and flourishes: when it falls on the flower, they bloom one after another, and the fragrance is delicious. Vivid...
Some fell on the ground and turned into streams, sweet springs, and waterfalls. The water splashed and reflected brightly and beautifully.
Just when everyone thought that the real man in Tsing Yi was over, as he carried his hands on his back, the whole Jingshi began to shake again, as if a real dragon under the ground was turning over and swimming towards the mountain.
The real dragon finally connects with the mountain. After some winding, the shape of the mountain has changed a little. The biggest difference from the previous one is that there is plenty of aura in the middle of the mountain, and white mists are produced on the mountainside and top, as if the whole mountain has life. Generally, the spirit is beautiful and steep.
In addition, the mountains are full of greenery; flowers of various colors are in full bloom; the water vapor reflects the sunlight and emits colorful clouds; many birds and beasts run and sing, this mountain is like a fairyland on earth, fascinating, especially the misty white mist that envelopes from the mountainside , It makes the mountains seem to be surrounded by immortals.
The Taoist monks who followed were all dumbfounded, hardly any reaction.
And amidst the roar of the huge thunder, a thin, painful and desperate mourning sounded in the ruins of the capital, one after another. (To be continued)
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