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Wuxu and Zhu Yuanzhang lurked in the void, and after a while, they saw everyone flying towards them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Oops!" Wuxu and Zhu Yuanzhang's faces sank. This lama's teaching mandala realm is a spiritual world visualized by practitioners with the blessings of the Buddha-figures, and if they want to hide, it is extremely difficult for outsiders to detect except for special Dharma weapons or high-level monks.

Zhao Tong, Xuanjizi and others are like this, Guo Min, Liu Bowen and others are like this, the East China Sea Demon Cultivator is like this, Xianshan, Duoji and others are also like this, as well as the people in the Daomen, and the ghost cultivators in the west are also the same. It's just that in that misty distance, there are more than ten true spirit great cultivators' divine senses, hanging down, and candles shine in all directions.

"Go to Lushan!" Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly said.

After thinking about it for a while, Wu Xuan drove the Dharma Realm Dojo with all his strength and flew towards the southwest Lushan Mountain.

Whew, the galaxy in the sky is agitated, and the points of light of the Dao Dao are flashing, all of them are surging in the same direction! It's just unexpected, at this moment, under the formation as if all the stars in the sky have fallen and converged, there is no earth-shattering sound, Guo Min, Xuan Jizi, and Ao Ji, Ao Feng and others, they didn't speak, it was Zhao Min, Liu Bowen and others, and they didn't say a word to themselves, they were all shrouded in light, and they couldn't see the faces of the figures clearly, and they all seemed to be holding their breath and sprinting with all their might.

In the sky above Wuchang Mansion, ghosts rose. Buddhism exercises are the nemesis of ghosts. When Wuxu saw more than 100 ghost cultivators in front of him rise into the air to intercept them, he wanted to close his palms and seal them. But he heard Zhu Yuanzhang and said, "Senior brother is only in charge of the imperial envoy Mandala Dharma Realm." These are my subordinates!"

"Yin Body Confucian Cultivation?"

Sure enough, more than 100 ghost cultivators in front of them flew in the air, and most of them blocked it, so they dispersed to both sides before Wuxu and Zhu Yuanzhang flew over. There were only more than a dozen foolish ghosts, who had been standing there, waiting to realize that the situation was wrong, but they had been killed by Zhu Yuanzhang with a sword.

At this time, a fire dancing phoenix flew from the snowy plateau in the west to the sky above Wuchang Mansion and released a raging flame. The flame was black, without a trace of scorching, but rather extremely cold, like a netherworld fire.

Lu Yeqing!

Wuxu recognized the person in front of him and couldn't help frowning. This person, the exercises are weird, and he seems to have the soul of a phoenix, which is very difficult. Zhu Yuanzhang next to him also seemed to know this Lu Yeqing, so without saying a word, he threw out a piece of nebula bamboo.

The fire dancing phoenix lifted its huge right wing and made way of the passage, and at the same time, the left wing rolled slightly, and the nebula bamboo flashed and disappeared. Immediately afterwards, its wings fluttered, swaying layers of black flames, while flying towards Xianshan, Duoji, Shi Hai and others who flew from the direction of Hangzhou Mansion, and on the other hand, it flew towards Guo Min, Xuanjizi, Ao Ji, Ao Feng and others behind Wuxu and Zhu Yuanzhang.

But that's not all. A ray of brilliance instantly hung down from a high place, shining towards the forehead of the phoenix that Lu Yeqing had turned into. The phoenix tilted its head, and the light pierced through its shoulder silently, like moonlight piercing through the black mist. With a phoenix cry, the thousand-zhang phoenix quickly dissipated, turned into thousands of wisps of black gas, and flew in all directions.

Wuxu knew that this was Lu Miaoying's shot. Previously, the Imprisoned Demon Peak was opened, the Nine-Leaf Blue Lotus Lantern was born, and the True Spirit Great Cultivator had never made a move in person, could it be that this Nebula Bamboo was more valuable than the Nine-Leaf Blue Lotus Lamp? Or, Lu Miaoying was worried that he would lose his bet, so he wanted to help the Dragon King of the East China Sea and vowed to kill Zhu Yuanzhang?!。。。。。。 Wuxu didn't have time to think about it, gathered his mind, and flew towards Lushan with all his strength.

After Wuchang Mansion, Lushan is close at hand.

Zhu Yuanzhang seems to know that it has reached a critical moment. His nervous expression carried a hint of calmness, and he just threw out a piece of Nebula Bamboo, and without any distress, he sacrificed a dragon pattern stone, releasing a strange fluctuation. But when the phoenix that Lu Yeqing turned into scattered in mourning, and two flying dragons flew out of Poyang Lake in front of him, Zhu Yuanzhang panicked and shouted in shock, "Senior brother, hurry up and sacrifice the nine-leaf green lotus lantern!"

While driving the Dharma Realm Dojo with all his strength, Wuxu shouted loudly, "The Nine-Leaf Blue Lotus Lamp, it's not mine, it's not here!"

Zhu Yuanzhang, gritting his teeth, subconsciously looked at the top of his head, and then his face was hideous and flew out.

The aura was boiling, whirring, and Zhu Yuanzhang's body in front of him skyrocketed instantly. A vast aura came from his body, and dazzling golden light rose from his body. Countless huge columns of water rose from Poyang Lake and the Yangtze River below, as if they were about to pierce the night sky! Even the cloud-covered Lushan Mountain in front of it also seemed to move slightly. Enlightenment, naturally, also involuntarily retreated again and again.

He was also using the spirit of the true dragon and the son of heaven to condense the beliefs of all people!

At this time, in the endless distance, another recitation came down. But soon, it was drowned out by a series of loud noises. The loud noise was extremely dull, and although it was not loud, it made the monks lose their hearts. The sky was also trembling, like a rag, and the light kept leaking down, drifting towards Zhu Yuanzhang below.

Wuxu is a spirit, and the great monk of the true spirit above is fighting!

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement!" At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown, raised his sword to the sky and shouted loudly.

King Wen was imprisoned and made Zhou Yi, the first hexagram of the sixty-four hexagrams, the image of which said: Tianxingjian, the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement. This sentence "Heaven is strong, and the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement" can be said to express a belief in the Chinese nation.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang shouted this sentence. Thousands of people, in the face of the surrounding mountains and earth cracks, and the sudden changes in the sky, all recited it silently in their hearts, as if adding a lot of courage and peace.

The two East China Sea Dragon Palace Protector Dragons, who had previously been ordered to intercept and kill Zhu Yuanzhang at Poyang Lake, began to retreat.

Zhu Yuanzhang's golden body was extremely tall, and he began to wave the Nebula Bamboo Sword in his hand! He didn't even look at the two Dharma Protector Dragons that were still majestic just now, he just tilted his head and shot the Nebula Bamboo Sword towards the flying one, and the one that had hit Lu Yeqing so hard was like water and moonlight.

Unleash the qi of the True Dragon Heavenly Son with all his might, and condense the blow that attracts the faith of all people, which only the True Spirit Great Cultivator can match.

In the distance, Zhao Tong, Xuan Jizi, Ao Ji, Ao Feng, as well as Guo Min, Liu Bowen, Xianshan, Duoji, Shi Hai, and others, one by one, the aura overflowed, the brilliance flowed, and the dense team of monks behind them was like stars. They all stopped, staring at Zhu Yuanzhang, staring at the Nebula Bamboo Sword in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand, and watching the encounter between this sword and that Yuehua.

。。。。。。

Wuxu took this opportunity and quietly headed towards Putuo. At this point, it was already a battle at the True Spirit level, and it was useless to stay by the side. Perhaps, when he and Zhang Cuilu and others converge, relying on the magic and power of the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, he can also take care of the aftermath a little. He flew this way, and what he saw inadvertently was shocked!

As Zhu Yuanzhang raised the Xingyun Bamboo Sword in his hand high, the mountains and rivers below became more and more broken and turbulent! Countless Confucian scholars vomited blood in the quiet room of the academy! Many people with calm expressions instantly aged seven or eight years old, their eyes were extremely empty, and some of them even died suddenly and their vitality was cut off!

This time, Zhu Yuanzhang was actually using the lives of countless people, the beliefs of countless people, and the spirit of countless people to fight with the Great Monk of the True Spirit!

And those people, whether they are alive or dead, look at them with their eyes, or be silent and solemn, or impassioned, or look forward to it, or look at death as if they are at home, and even have a smile that seems to come from the heart, but there is no reluctance, no remorse, no fear and pain, no hesitation and struggle!

Is this Confucianism, or is it supreme demonic skill? Those who have died, their spirits, spirits, or spirits, or the three souls and six spirits, have all come to naught, and even the Dharma cannot be transcended.

Wuxu's mood is extremely complicated and heavy.

。。。。。。

Zhu Yuanzhang held his sword to the sky, and the blue light on the sword surged, blocking the cold white moonlight that Lu Miaoying had knocked down. The blue and white light met up and down, spreading and flying out in all directions, there was no sound, only a sea of light.

This ocean of light is too dazzling and majestic. Wuxu couldn't help but close his eyes, retracted his crippled divine sense, and hurriedly flew towards Putuo Mountain. All the monks in the sky, except for the True Spirit, were all like this, they didn't dare to look directly, and it was difficult for them to snoop, so they retreated one after another.

As for the mortal people on the earth, there is a steady stream, thousands of them, either old or dead. And as long as they are alive, all those who look up and look at it are blind, and only those who prostrate themselves on the ground, and bow their heads, will escape this fate.

"It's too cruel reality! This kind of fighting, if it goes on like this, how many people can be left in the human race?" Wuxu and Zhang Cuilu and others flew over Putuo Mountain. Seeing such a tragic situation, although everyone knew that it was a last resort, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. Wuxu looked down, but felt that countless unseen and untouchable wishes were surging towards Putuo Island from all directions, endlessly, gathering together, and slowly rising. It was the people around Putuo Island who believed in Buddhism, and at the time of this great catastrophe on earth, they prayed to the Buddha and Bodhisattva. Wuxu took a closer look, these people, in the Buddhist hall, in the temple, or in the wilderness, only held the Buddha's name, only recited the scriptures, none of them were affected by the spell cast by Zhu Yuanzhang, and none of them suddenly appeared in the old age, or died suddenly in an instant.

"I'm afraid that not only is it far away, but these people's belief in Buddhism should be the most important reason. Wuxu secretly thought in his heart, "The mind is dedicated to my Buddha, and it is not subject to the traction of the true dragon and the son of heaven。。。。。。 ”

Wu Xuan was thinking about it, and suddenly felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart, as if the sky had fallen. Looking up, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was cultivating to be comparable to a true spirit monk at this moment, suddenly withdrew his sword, stepped sideways, and disappeared near Lushan not far away in an instant. Immediately afterwards, five terrifying lights and shadows fell from the sky, flashed to Lushan, and then disappeared.

"Haoran Peak is on!" Zhang Ruoyue hurriedly summoned Wuxu. Wuxu was shocked, so he and Zhang Cuilu and others also hurriedly flew towards Lushan.

Zhao Tong, Xuan Jizi, Guo Min, Liu Bowen, Xianshan, Duoji, Shi Hai, and other cadres have already rushed to the front and flew up to Lushan. But Ao Ji, Ao Feng, and a group of demon cultivators did not move towards Lushan, and they were all suspended in the night sky.

。。。。。。。

After Zhu Yuanzhang's several crazy spells, the country in the world was broken, and the human race sacrificed countless people, but there were still fierce battles everywhere.

In the area of Huzhou Mansion in Hangzhou, Lan Yu took the lead, but suddenly looked at the sky, shouted more than once, and shook off his blood.

In the river area around Tianfu, Zhenjiang Prefecture, Yangzhou Prefecture, hundreds of boats are contending for the current, Li Wenzhong is in the bow of the boat, brandishing a big sword, while leading the soldiers, shouting, "Long live King Wu, our army will win!"

In the midst of the layers of demonic energy, on Hongze Lake, warships were moving slowly, artillery fire was flying, and on the lakeside, people were neighing, the sound of killing was low, and the glimmer of light was stirring.

Between Qufu and Yuncheng, the demon army, the demon army, and the human army are still fighting and fighting. Liao Yongzhong and Chang Yuchun, shoulder to shoulder. That Chang Yuchun, looking at himself covered in scars, and then looking at Liao Yongzhong, who was like a ghost next to him, couldn't help scolding, "***, I knew that Lao Tzu had also fallen into the magic calculation!"

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This Ao Ji Ao Feng, there are more than ten real demon cultivators, and thousands of transformation demon cultivators, what do they want to do?! Wu Xu's heart sank, so he led Zhang Cuilu and others to silently fly over Hangzhou Mansion, and then once again sacrificed the nine-leaf green lotus lamp. In an instant, the Buddha's light illuminated most of the night sky, among which the golden lotus swayed, and countless arhats, yakshas, and heavenly dragons loomed, all as protectors of the Dharma.

Ao Ji and Ao Feng glanced at Wuxu, and they didn't talk to Wuxu, but they just discussed a few sentences secretly, and then led ten real demon cultivators, about half of the transformation demon cultivators, to rush towards Wuxu. The rest of the demon cultivators were divided into three groups, led by several real demon cultivators, and headed towards Qufu, Hongze Lake, and Yingtianfu.

Wuxu suddenly moved in his heart, clasped his palms together and made a seal, swelling his body to Zhu Yuanzhang's thousand-zhang golden body before, holding a Buddhist bead in one hand and a sword in the other, reciting the Buddha's name more than once, and the treasure was extremely solemn.

That's right

Bamboo treasure is light in the world, and ten thousand deaths are only for the true soul.

When the Immortal Peak opens, who in the world will not stop?

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