novelapdf Chapter 718: Supporting the Breakout
Chapter 718: Supporting the Breakout
Chapter 718: Supporting the Breakout
"The wonder of the Gu way lies in its seeds. Those who walk in the abyss cultivate and refine thousands of poisons and thousands of Gu, until they are endless. Those who are obsessed with the mind turn their emotions into poisons. There are seven emotions and seven poisons. This is the number determined by heaven.
As for the mysteries of fighting, according to the two popes, it has now reached a bottleneck. I came to Northern Xinjiang this time because I wanted to see the vicious insects in Northern Xinjiang, so as to get an opportunity to open a way forward.
It's a pity that another Gu refining master in the world is obsessed with the path of gods and demons, so much so that the Heart Gu Pope is very sorry. "
Master Zhuo Meng smiled leisurely, with a sense of relief in his eyes, and immediately lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyelids, "Thank you so much, Brother Wu Zhi, for performing the annihilation nature for me yesterday. It really made me gain a lot of insights. If I have the chance to do it someday... … Traveling together in the Northern Territory, Zhuo Meng is looking forward to it.”
Gongsun Wuzhi raised his eyebrows and slowly shook his head, with a hint of regret on his face, "Xutian Fortress is busy with military affairs. Once the northern expedition has results, I need to go back to answer the call. I can't stay here longer."
At the end, it was difficult to understand the taste of Daozi's tone, and his thoughts were extremely complicated. The emperors of each lineage were skilled in killing the heavens, and they had destroyed at least several heavens and earths. Some emperors even turned more than ten heavens and earths into demon nests. Extremely difficult to fall into a trap.
And with the changes in the Yuanjie pattern, both the Demon Court and the Heavenly Demon must be more cautious, and I am afraid that there will not be such a good opportunity in the future.
Master Zhuo Meng hummed noncommittally, but there was no regret in his eyes. It seemed that no matter what she said or did, this woman always had an air that no one could refuse.
Then the two started chatting, and Master Zhuo Meng had long ago discovered that whether they were talking about the scenery of various regions, or what he had seen in the Demon Court, or even the Emperor Mo Miao, the vicissitudes of life in front of him, the middle-aged monk, could casually say a few words, Although many of the insights are not profound, they are enough to make people shine.
Only the water and bamboo smoke and clouds are rising, and it is said that it is like knowing it at first sight.
"Master Zhuo Meng misunderstood. It's not that I can't bear to part with a few pots of tea, but it's not easy for me to enter the Tao. Therefore, my practice has always been based on the path of water dripping through stone. I don't dare to relax in my daily practice. It's a slight on Master Zhuo Meng."
However, a pot of warm fragrance could not be resisted. After an unknown amount of time, Gongsun Wuzhi tilted the teapot, only two crystal drops reluctantly jumped out of the spout.
Or maybe it's because of the faint joy in my heart...
"Brother Wu Zhidao is very stingy. For nine days in a row, he only had this pot of water every day. Could it be that he is reluctant to part with the spiritual tea?"
Seeing the full smile on the female cultivator's face, like peach blossoms blooming in the spring breeze overnight, Daozi couldn't help but paused for a moment, then shook his head gently, as if joking, "To tell you the truth, few people drink my tea." "It's so rare."
The middle-aged monk's weathered face couldn't help but reveal a faint bitter smile.
Inexplicably, Master Zhuo Meng immediately felt a slight heat on his cheeks. He didn't know whether he was angry at the serious scoundrel opposite him or annoyed by his incomprehensible style.
Master Zhuomeng suddenly smiled, his lips parted slightly, "Master Jindan, please don't let me take advantage of you. You know, I can't eat anyone's tea..."
When they were young, the two of them looked at each other, smiled, raised their cups to each other, and drank the tea from the cups.
It was clear that the light was shining in the water, and the two of them talked leisurely with each other. It was not the romance, the snow, the moon, or the world of mortals, but it was a different kind of tranquility.
The female cultivator hummed softly, smiled brightly and gently, and seemed to have no grudge at all, then she stood up and walked away leisurely.
If the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man knows, he will echo a few words; if he does not know, he will listen with a smile, and at the right time, he will refill the tea for the other person, neither full nor missing.
Many times it was the female cultivator who got into a lively conversation, recounting in detail the interesting stories of her travels to various regions. For example, a certain kind of sea fish in the Southern Region was very unpalatable, but if dried for more than five years, it would become a rare delicacy.
But these are not important. The method of transforming humans into monsters is the best among the demon courts. If the Demon Emperor Suxue casts the spell himself, and then supplements it with the noble blood, he will be a golden elixir heavenly man. It is possible to do so. Successfully transform the bloodline.
During the chat a few days ago, she already knew that the person in front of her broke away from the Gongsun family, and later seemed to have some entanglements with the Huan Sect, and finally went to Xutian Fortress.
Master Zhuo Meng gently bit his teeth and said softly, "It's me, Meng Lang. You can leave me a pot of tea every day, which shows that in your eyes, at least I won't cause any trouble."
The female cultivator looked at the dumbfounded middle-aged monk who had gone through many changes, and immediately became convinced. She could clearly see the helplessness faced by the surprise attack on the other side.
Ninth Minghuang has never drank tea from anyone, including the saints.
"You have a very proud temperament. If I didn't like you, I would have been shut out a long time ago. Where would you have tea... If you were facing others, I think you would have the same attitude. , no wonder no one comes to drink your tea.”
This statement is wrong. As the saying goes, blood is precious in heaven and earth, and there is a phoenix in self-discipline. If it is not a parasol tree, it will not stop. If it is not practiced, it will not be eaten.
Only lingering laughter echoed in the sky wind, just like the peach snow rising in the wind, obviously dyeing the whole world, but falling in front of the destined person.
"I will come tomorrow, and I will come the day after tomorrow... When I stop coming, I think it will be the end of the war in Northern Xinjiang, so I will accompany you around Northern Xinjiang, and you should still be able to pay your respects to me these days. Tea.”
Looking at the immortal shadow curling away, Daozi suddenly remembered the reminder from the Jie Sect Yuan Shen. Although this incarnation treasure is difficult to see through, it is linked to the peach blossom calamity.
Love debt? Love? Love disaster?
The corners of Daozi's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly, and his expression seemed a little helpless.
Gongsun Wuzhi shook his head slightly. For now, he should continue to set up the formation. It will be completed in two days.
Even if there are wind, flowers, snow and moon, there is nothing more useless than calamity, and the ruthless fluctuations of fate are nothing more than this.
……
Ruochen's demonic tide is like a line rising and falling day and night. The demonic power is majestic and endless. There is no beauty in it, but it is full of a chilling air.
Hundreds of seven-star formations are ready to go, ready to enter the Tianzong formation at any time, as if they are going to a life-or-death battle without any mistakes, and they will sing songs when blood falls, not knowing why they are crazy or crazy.
Maybe it's for freedom, maybe it's for respecting the sword, maybe it's because the bones have been born, maybe it's to contend with the joys and sorrows of fate.
All the souls looked solemnly at the demonic tide. The demonic tide dispersed vaguely, and the nine Ruochen emperors were all sitting on the great throne of the demons, facing the faces of the souls. direction, giving a slight nod.
Immediately, the demonic tide resumed its surging form, slapping over more ferociously, with a powerful force that overwhelmed the heavens.
Nine great emperors? The expressions on the faces of all the souls immediately became extremely ugly.
"I'm afraid it's too late to recruit the soul now." Qinggu Xianzun of Taixu Sword Sect frowned.
The Immortal Lord Appreciating the Clouds nodded solemnly, with a stern look on his face. Last time he tried to curse the Demon Saint in the East Realm to death, but failed. Only then did the Saints believe that he did not have the magical power to follow through with his words.
However, the habit of silent meditation has been formed, and I don't like to talk anymore on weekdays. I just focus on practicing mind training.
"This is my fault. I never expected the enemy to be lenient..."
Zheng Jingxing took over the responsibility without hesitation and said calmly, "Everything should go according to plan. I still know a little bit about the rebel sect in Northern Xinjiang. The emperor of the Ruochen Demon Tide is really weird. We must leave enough battles behind." Be prepared.”
"Absolutely not!" "Human Emperor, please think twice!"
"The risk is too great, I ask the Emperor not to take risks in this trip..."
The expressions of the digital souls immediately changed, and words of opposition to the suggestion were blurted out.
Ruochen's front line in Northern Xinjiang originally had only four souls with fighting strength. The Wangui Huangquan Sect had one Huangquan Destiny, the Zheng family had one soul, and the Nanchen Star Sect had two souls. Fortunately, the leader of Peng Ran recently made a breakthrough and added... The Great Ghost Mother Wuyou now has the fighting power of six souls.
Even so, the Zheng family's Angyin Immortal Lord has been seriously injured and is quite lacking in combat power.
It wasn't until Jin Yu Qilin recruited three Yuanshen and two innate gods and demons to come to help, and with the support of the acquired gods and demons from Mingtan Sect, that they could withstand the demonic tide.
But even so, the demonic tide caused extremely tragic damage to Yunqi and Ningzhen, and the Emperor Zhumai Ruochen seemed to be a sinister snake, hiding in the demonic tide, just looking for an opportunity to bite him.
"What if I and the Lord of Underworld, the Guardian Emperor, go to pick up Wu Jian's line..."
There was a hint of worry in Immortal Qinghui's eyes. Although he didn't know Jiang Moshu's plan, it was always safer to have more strength on hand.
Even though the Lord of Xingtian had hidden the truth and plotted against the demon and demon clans, and even made the killing clan permanently extinct in Qilintian, there were indeed many plans that went on for hundreds of miles and ended in ninety years during the catastrophe, and the backlash was particularly terrifying when the success fell short.
Huan Zong Yuanshen has made up his mind to save that person at the critical moment even if he doesn't care about eternal life, because Yuan Jie may really be ended this time.
Perhaps Qinghui Immortal Lord’s expectation for the end of the Abyssal Tribulation was too deep and accumulated. At this time, it burst out vividly. It seemed that the gods could block the killing of gods, and the Buddha could block the killing of Buddhas. It seemed that he would not let go of his own body and the inheritance of Taoism. In my heart.
Regardless of whether Yin is dead or not, Su Qing Huan Sect will never end its inheritance.
"No, since the Wujian Line is close to collapse, there must not be any problems with the Ruochen Line! Otherwise, the Northern Territory may all sink and be divided between the Heavenly Demon and the Demon Court, and it will no longer belong to our human race.
There are exactly nine primordial gods and acquired gods and demons from each sect, and we are fully prepared to prevent Emperor Ruochen from breaking out of the demonic tide. I will take two innate gods and demons to the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang to support him! "
Jinyu Qilin spoke in a deep voice, with no trace of emotion on his face, but his tone became extremely stern, "During the tribulation, you need to take risks. I have to save Wu Jianxianxian. There are five souls there, and four of them , it is better to go to support at my request.
No matter how difficult or dangerous the situation is, it is up to me to save it. If I die unfortunately, the next Human Emperor will pass on the title of Lord of the Golden Xi. "
In order to avoid leaking the secret, Jiang Moshu did not mention Liang Yi Mochen to any soul or the master of gods and demons. Even if they discussed it, he would only use the souls of the soul-killing gods and demons, the second soul, and the main soul of Wangui Banner. The words came out of my mouth until the saints in the northern border fell into the death trap.
Therefore, at the moment, even the Tianming members of Mingtan Sect and the Yuanshen who know about it have no idea about the specific layout of Northern Xinjiang.
Zheng Jingxing raised his eyes, looked up at the heaven and earth, and at the same time looked at the souls and gods and demons. His tone was full of trust, "The way out is left to you! The oath of the Tianzong, the sincerity of the soul, the heaven and the earth cannot be moved, when the demons Unshakable!”
The eyes of all the souls and masters of gods and demons immediately glowed with blazing light, and they lowered their heads.
"The oath of the Heavenly Sect and the sincerity of the Yuan Shen are unmovable to heaven and earth, and unshakable to demons!
When the Human Emperor goes here, he will achieve great success! "
……
Shen Caiyan looked quietly in the direction of the rebel sect in Northern Xinjiang. The devil, the demon cloud, and the Buddha's light had intertwined with each other and turned into huge peaks, like ancient sacred mountains, as if they would crash down in the next moment.
"We have missed some chances to win, and the situation is even not optimistic, but victory and defeat are inevitable."
The armor around the ghost mother's body is covered with red scales, like a red lotus of karma, and like warm white jade, resolute and indifferent, "You will go to the netherworld first. I swear in the name of Wujian Temple that once the situation is stable, I will definitely make you important." See birth.
This oath cannot be moved by heaven and earth, and cannot be shaken by demons! "
In the endless hell in the Yang world, billions of mortals in Northern Xinjiang are looking at everything around them in fear, feeling very uncomfortable.
Countless devotees of Wujian Temple were offering words of comfort. Eight ghost armies separated the crowd. If there were phantom demons and real demons mixed in, they would immediately be struck by thunder without any mercy or mercy.
With a solemn expression, Mother Infinite Buddha walked seven steps forward, backward, left, and right, pointing one finger at the sky and the other at the earth, and shouted coldly,
"If the Buddha does not cross, the hell will cross. There is no boat in the sea of suffering, and all ghosts make bridges..."
In an instant, the endless ghost mist emerged from the void, pulling the Hell into the thick earth, as if heading towards the depths of the abyss, to snatch a way out of life and break a catastrophe.
In the underworld, eight war ghosts roared suddenly, and erupted with a strong ghost energy to connect with the underworld, without any regrets or resentments.
Suddenly, most of the war ghosts laughed and exploded, turning into billowing mist, and merged into the even larger ghost mist, like a monument or a wall.
Boom...boom...boom...
The dark Hell slowly disappeared into the sky, like an illusory bubble that had never appeared in the world.
But the monks who stepped on the sea of blood knew that there was indeed a vast hell that disappeared into the heaven and earth with hundreds of millions of sentient beings.
"The original monks have completed their formation."
"The monks of the Heart Gu Demon Sect have completed their formation."
"The Blood Sea Demon Sect monks have completed their formation."
Wen Laifu swallowed his saliva, suppressed the fear in his heart, and stopped the trembling of his body, but saw him suddenly take a step forward, "The monks of Wujian Temple, the formation is completed."
There are only a few dozen devotees of Wujian Temple behind him. The vows of most of the Wujian devotees are not condensed enough. Without the active blessing of the ghost army, they are no different from mortals. According to the arrangement, they go to the underworld to appease the mortals in prison.
Shen Caiyan glanced coldly in the direction of the Northern Xinjiang Rebel Sect and the Demon Court, then waved her bare arm down,
"Go south...attack!"
boom!
The sea of blood raised its sails and soared into the sky, heading towards the heart of Northern Xinjiang, killing them suddenly, advancing without retreating!
During the calamity, there is frost on the blade, the moon is cold and the blood is pale, there are storms and clouds all over the sky, and I am sad without saying a word...
(End of this chapter)