Chapter 109: The Battle of the Protector Sect VI

"Dharma body! The Dharma body of the late Jindan monks! Jiang Tianxin in the mountain protection array screamed in surprise. Jiang Chengyou opened his hands and stared at the opponent in front of him, who was more than ten feet high, like a hill. At this time, Qin Shihuang, who was more than ten zhang tall, had a pair of eagle eyes as big as a head, staring at Jiang Chengyou coldly.

Although Jiang Chengyou's cultivation has reached the peak of the middle stage of Jindan, he is only one step away from the late stage. However, this seemingly simple step is difficult to overcome, and it is completely different from the two realms.

Qin Shihuang suddenly stretched out a palm several zhang in size, with a loud roar, and slapped Jiang Chengyou, Jiang Chengyou didn't dare to touch it, his figure disappeared, and appeared on the other side. However, as soon as Jiang Chengyou appeared, the palm of his hand seemed to follow him like a shadow, still appearing above his head, pressing down like a mountain.

"Ancestor, get out of the way!" Jiang Tianxin in the big array reminded loudly. Jiang Chengyou raised his head slightly, and couldn't help but change color in shock, and as soon as he pinched the trick, the rune light on his body flashed. However, unexpectedly, the surrounding space seemed to be cut off by this pressure. The big hand on it covered a radius of dozens of zhang, and the heavy momentum was so oppressive that he didn't have time to dodge away with his body. Jiang Chengyou waved his hand, and the magic weapon red leaf cone appeared out of thin air. Then, the red leaf cone flashed, turning into a series of shields of various colors, wrapping Jiang Seungyou in it.

All of this was done in an instant. A giant palm like a mountain roared in. "Bang" "Bang" "Bang", the shield of the red leaf cone was touched by the giant palm, and it immediately collapsed layer by layer, only the magic weapon red leaf cone itself barely resisted, making the speed of the giant palm slow down.

Jiang Chengyou's face showed despair, as if he knew that he could no longer support it, his expression changed suddenly, his eyes closed, and the breath in his whole body suddenly disappeared. Immediately afterwards, a golden light rose from its dantian, and bloomed like the sun, and even Qin Shihuang, who was more than ten zhang tall, was shrouded in this golden light for a while.

"Ancestors of the Jiang family, Jiang Chengyou is incompetent and can't protect the sect family, all disciples, escape quickly......" Youyou's voice spread in this heaven and earth, sounding in everyone's ears almost at the same time. Stop it! High in the air, Qin Shihuang shouted violently.

However, it was late, "Boom! With a bang, the mountains shook, the hurricane rolled up, the clouds disappeared, and the frightened birds flew away. The earth-shattering sound set off a mighty hurricane, and within dozens of miles, the trees trembled, and in the center, many big trees were uprooted from the ground, and broken branches were born.

Zhou Moyang, who fled to a distance, his robe was also blown by the strong wind, and he used his spiritual power to protect his body first, so that he was not injured by the sound of the explosion. This hurricane lasted for a long time, and Zhou Moyang's eyes were filled with spiritual power, and he looked high into the sky. I saw that Qin Shihuang, his armor was blown apart, and most of his body below his chest was also shattered, and his face showed a look of anger that he couldn't believe to death.

Ouyang Yankun, fall! Kang Seung-woo, fallen! Hundred sects, it's over!

The wind, fading...... brought a thick desolation, scraped in the hearts of many hundred sect monks in the array, and the tragic fall of the two ancestors was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts, leaving behind a mess of sadness and fear.

Fear, yes, a strong fear filled everyone's hearts, and if the Jindan Ancestor was still like this, what would they do. Contrary to fear, there is a kind of passionate passion that swears to protect the sect. The vast majority of the monks, at this moment, were indignant and wanted to die with the enemy. However, that fear was everywhere, and two emotions that seemed diametrically opposed, fighting in the minds of many disciples of the Hundred Sects.

Reason tells them to save their lives. But the excitement caused them to lose their minds. Even if they are cultivators, they have the same seven emotions and six desires as worldly people, but their concentration enables them to have less sorrow and less joy.

"Fight!"

"Kill these bastards!"

"You can't wait to die like this."

With the roar of a monk, most of the Qi cultivators of the hundred sects in the formation jumped violently. Jiang Tianxin stared at the mountain protection array full of cracks, stunned, and then took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly flashed with a strong essence, and then looked at the self-explosion of the Jiang family ancestor, and changed his gentle voice from before, becoming as cold as frost: "The old man wants to sacrifice your life for the fallen ancestor and disciples of my sect!" ”

"Blood Sacrifice!" The word was bitten very hard, and everyone could hear it clearly. Before the words fell, the momentum on Jiang Tianxin's body soared, and he rushed out of the mountain protection array, and fought with the Demon Cloud Ridge Foundation Cultivators outside the array......

At this time, in the process of escaping, Zhou Moyang met Wan Qingping, who was on the verge of escape. On Wan Qingping's side, there was a charred corpse lying in black, and he was removing the storage bag on the corpse. Hearing the sound of the wind, he glanced up at Zhou Moyang, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhou, we meet again." But how did you end up here? You must know that escaping from the battle is a great crime! ”

The voice came into Zhou Moyang's ears clearly, he stared at Wan Qingping expressionlessly, and then looked at the corpse, his heart was inexplicably cold, although he didn't know who the corpse was, and he didn't know if he knew it, but he didn't have to think about it to know that this must be a foundation-building monk in Moyunling, because the monks of the hundred sects were all desperate in the mountain gate.

Facing the monks in the late stage of foundation building, the surrounding trees made a rustling sound in the wind, as if it was a mournful music, falling on Zhou Moyang's ears, with a kind of pathos. Despite the crisis, the desolation of life and death makes him think about himself and the meaning of life.

If he falls, who will remember him, Dad? Mother? Eldest brother? However, if you really die, what is the meaning of this living time? No matter how powerful the exercises are, no matter how high the cultivation is, they will die after all. The treasures obtained also became the dowries of others.

Is it meaningful to be alive? However, he is a cultivator, and there is always a chance to find the path of immortality, but on the road of immortality, there are countless ups and downs and dangers, and if you make a slight mistake, you will fall and fall, just like this blackened monk. I was able to go to the foundation building, and I had already encountered many dangerous things, and I was glad that they were all saved in the end. So, how many dangers should await him on the rest of the road?

Fear? Naturally, it won't! He Zhou Moyang has courage and guts, otherwise how could he know the danger and return to the Hundred Sects. But what is the meaning of being alive as it is now? Zhou Moyang couldn't figure it out, but there was a voice in his head yelling: "Don't die, seek eternal life!" "Only immortality makes sense!" Death, then there is nothing. ”

Ever since Zhou Moyang embarked on the path of cultivating truth, immortality has only been a very distant and unrealistic dream for him. What is really pursued is nothing more than the strength in front of you. Witnessing the fall of a large number of cultivators was a strong shock to Zhou Moyang.

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