Di Tingfang rushed out of the soil, flew in front of Jiufeng, and then quickly whispered a few words in the beast language.

Jiufeng's face was overjoyed, as if he had seen life again, and his expression was lifted. She patted Di Ting's head, and Di Ting disappeared into the earth again.

Then Jiufeng flew up, ignoring the doubtful Xingtian next to him, and raised his voice to preach: "Wu clan son, we have a way out, and we don't have to fight with the human race anymore." Come with me!"

When all the Wu people heard this, they were overjoyed, and then they all abandoned their opponents and fled to the north.

The Terran side continued to chase and chase non-stop, and the Twelve Golden Immortals wanted to show their majesty, so how could they give up?

The people of the Wu clan were not good at flying and escape, so they were naturally chased up again.

When Jiufeng saw this, he wanted to resist.

But as soon as she cast the spell, she suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Not long ago, she fought with five Da Luo Jin Immortals, naturally the loss was not small, and she was hit by Guang Chengzi's Fantian Seal, but the injury was a little serious.

This Heavenly Seal was refined by Yuan Shi Tianzun with the upper half of the Zhou Mountain, and the power was extremely terrifying. In the later generations of gods, Guangchengzi used this seal to directly smash the two virgins to death.

Even if Jiufeng is strong, he is not immune to serious injuries.

Seeing this, Xing Tian rushed and said: "Let me go, the defeat of the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array is all due to me, if I don't find this revenge, I will have no shame to face the clansmen again, even if I die in battle, I must stop these jumping insects!"

Jiufeng listened, but shook his head and said: "Don't be so arrogant, my Wu clan's great witches are already scarce, and every one of our existences is a force for the Wu clan to survive." ”

Xing Tian sighed and said: "I know it, you can quickly lead the clansmen to retreat, I hope that the vitality retreat you told you can save some clansmen!"

With that, he took his axe and flew out to stop the immortals behind him.

Seeing this, Jiufeng had to sigh helplessly, and hurriedly led the Wu clan to retreat to the extreme north of the flood wilderness!

Although Xing Tian was strong, how could he be the opponent of the Twelve Golden Immortals? After only a few rounds, he was beaten and seriously injured.

Seeing this, Sangyu hurriedly flew to support.

Chi You, Feng Bo, and Yu Shi also went to fight.

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Behind the Xuanyuan army, Qingluo was doing his best to restore the vitality in his body.

If it is an ordinary cultivator, such a great loss of vitality will definitely require thousands of years of meditation, but the derivative path of Qingluo's cultivation has the ability to accelerate the evolution of all things.

He can stimulate the derived power to accelerate the process of the evolution of heaven and earth aura and mana into vitality in the body, others need thousands of years, he only needs one hundred and eighty years to recover.

Qingluo scattered a trace of divine thought, and looked at the military camp below, at this time, there were only a few seriously injured monks and a few people left behind, and the army was going to chase after the Chiyou army.

Looking at the dead corpses everywhere below, there were more than 200,000 corpses, rivers of blood, and corpses were full of resentment, and he thought that war was more like a hell in people's hearts.

The rise of each race is accompanied by a lot of killing, but only after the killing, will this race have enough time and space to multiply, and it will have life and prosperity.

The destruction of death and the prosperity of life are born together, and the way of yin and yang in Taiji is really mysterious.

Qingluo suddenly had a flash of inspiration, remembering that in his previous life, he said that surpassing the soul of the dead is also a meritorious thing!

He immediately took action, taking advantage of this time, the army has not returned, if the army returns, Maitreya and the medicine master are very likely to come to the excess!

Qingluo flew over the battlefield, and then opened his mouth to recite the mantra of the past life that he knew in his previous life.

But as soon as he was about to exit, he paused. This mantra of rebirth is the mantra of Buddhism, and it may not be all over the flood at this time, and this thought of oneself can involve a lot of things!

So Qingluo's heart turned, and he recited the Sutra of Rebirth in the Later Earth, which was passed down by the Later Earth, although not everyone knew it, but most monks had heard of it.

He reassured himself and said:

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, soul to the earth, however, thou needest not suffer and sorrow, death is the cycle of life, without the slightest concealment, hypocrisy, darkness... ”

However, when Qingluo finished reading it again.

The Terrans below all looked at him with curiosity, not knowing what this senior was doing!

Qingluo suddenly felt embarrassed, he looked down carefully, those souls who were fascinated by the evil spirit of war did not react to what he read at all.

Qingluo was puzzled, didn't he say that he could surpass his soul? Which gangster in his previous life wrote such nonsense and made me lose face?

If I can go back to Earth in the future, see if I don't take the author...

Qingluo complained in his heart for a moment, and then thought about it carefully, there was no problem with the magic passed down by Houtu, but how could it not be effective?

Hou Tu rebirth Sutra, Hou Tu, incarnate reincarnation, great compassion, great compassion.

By the way, isn't it compassion?

Thinking of this, Qingluo's heart was certain, and then he meditated on it, he had compassion, but in the long years, he rarely felt sad and kind, and he thought of compassion!

Qingluo's mind was scattered, falling into the memories of these souls, thinking about the realm of life, and then feeling the meaning of all lives.

It is the so-called three words of compassion: one sentient beings are benevolent, the second Dharma is benevolent, and there is no mercy. Three compassions, three vehicles of compassion.

Qingluo's heart was kind and compassionate in his previous life, and the sense of compassion gradually returned.

He felt a kind of sadness in his heart that these souls were only because he could not see them, and at the same time, the charitable conscience in his heart was born.

At this time, Qingluo recited the Sutra of the Aftermath of Life with his heart.

He didn't use his mana to transmit sounds, just ordinary words.

But every sound that came out could reach the ears of everyone on the entire battlefield and in the consciousness of all souls.

The sad sound of the Tao rises, the mind is rushed, the reincarnation of the past life, and the mind is separated!

These souls gradually came out of the killing intent of the war, and then bowed to Qingluo, and then looked at this world reluctantly.

They either have souls that rejoice in victory, or fear because of death, or are wounded by separation, or have souls that are lost because of detachment, and they all fly towards the netherworld under the traction of samsara.

Some of the souls of the human race who have not cultivated are dragged away by the black and white impermanence from the underworld.

Qingluo's voice of compassion slowly weakened as the soul decreased, and by the end, all the souls in the field had returned, and his voice had returned to its normal sound size.

Qingluo opened his eyes and sighed faintly, although he succeeded in surpassing them, his own state of mind returned to good attachment again, and the road of cultivating and beheading corpses in the future is afraid that it will be even more difficult!

These hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation have made his state of mind slowly become weak, his heart is over seven emotions, and he recites the six desires, although he is only feeling a kindness now, it may be more difficult to cut the corpse in the future.