Although there are only a few hundred monks below the immortal level, the momentum of sadness, determination, grief and indignation, and the afterlife of death is immense, filling the heavens and the earth, and breathtaking. （）

"It's the essence of mourning. Faced with this situation, Shi Xuan, who was their enemy, also had to praise him, remembering the words he had learned in his previous life, "Mourning soldiers will win".

Moreover, Shi Xuan, who was running the Three Talents Sword Heart Method, saw several thin lines of transparent scarlet blood behind the Golden Buddha Light Formation, which were gathered from smaller wisps, all pointing straight at him like a gun, which was the killing machine of people.

Therefore, no matter how much Shi Xuan appreciates their momentum, will, and conviction, as an enemy, the greatest respect he can give is to do his best to crush it and destroy it with dignity.

In the Ming and Huang agarwood, a scroll of ink landscape paintings flew to the top of Shi Xuan's head, slowly unfolded, and evolved 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, bright and bright, with dignity and sharpness in the flicker, it swayed gently, as if eager to try, and as if it couldn't wait.

Shi Xuan pointed his hand, and the purple flying sword suddenly turned into a bright purple sword light and shot out, and the chaotic picture above his head seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and through many obstacles, there was a collusion with the purple sword light.

In the Great Array of the Beijing Division, Guo Yuquan, Xiao Jing and the others saw a purple light flash, and then it turned into a bright starlight in an instant. The starlight is condensed, and there are countless shining stars inside, and the middle one slightly emits a hazy purple qi.

In this starlight, which is not thick or long, like a match, a little brilliant star may become a white tiger, or a cloth Tiangang, or a green dragon, or a canopy...... Between the square inches, the Zhou Tian Xingdou is derived, magnificent, grand vicissitudes, and all kinds of changes contain eternal changes.

This sword light slashed at itself, and it did not hide anything at all, its majesty, its strength, made hundreds of sad, determined, sad, and resolute monks dizzy, pale, and weak legs, not a change in mood, but a natural reaction of the body, but they still stood straight and unbent in place by relying on their own will, the momentum of the connection, and the partial isolation of the formation.

Among them, Guo Yuquan, as a tribulation immortal who can do it on a whim, has a sense of danger and death that fills the whole soul.

In normal times, when he had this feeling, he would have run away a long time ago, no matter how far he had escaped, but now Guo Yuquan smiled indifferently, "Star Martyrdom Technique", Beidou Fist Intent, and the natal magic weapon Meteor Fist Glove were all cast together, and some other secret treasures also flew out like crazy without money.

At the same time, he manipulated the formation token, so that a hundred zhang tall vajra phantom rose in the center of the Beijing division, golden and warm, the top of the pestle was obtuse and round, and the lower point was inlaid with three Buddha statues, one was always smiling, one was sad and compassionate, and one was angry.

Under the shadow of this vajra pestle, the golden Buddha light layer emitted by the formation looks heavy and sacred, like a giant pillar supporting the sky.

With the Vajra Divine Pestle Suppression Array, the golden Buddha light is more condensed, and there are even arhats and bodhisattvas the size of fists chanting scriptures in the light layer, releasing Buddha light.

Although the strength of the martial arts monks is not high, and they don't need to manipulate the formation, they don't intend to watch the battle at all, they form their own formations, dragons, pythons, apes, green clouds, earth, giant trees and other fist intents, flying swords, mountain splitting knives, spears, pagodas, divine hammers and other spiritual weapons, purple, blue, green, white, black and other colors of secret treasures brilliance, neatly hit the air, under the blessing of that momentum, it looks spectacular and powerful.

The sword light that evolved Zhou Tianxingdou in a square inch crossed a long distance, and slashed on the golden Buddha light layer, the Big Dipper Seven Stars, hundreds of meteors, and countless spiritual weapons, fist intents, and secret arts. ...,

Time seemed to stand still, the bright star sword light was pressed against the golden Buddha light layer, and the surrounding breeze and brilliance seemed to stagnate, and the whole world was quiet.

In an instant, Guo Yuquan, Xiao Jing and other hundreds of sad, determined, and resolute monks couldn't help but have a joyful thought in their hearts: "Really blocked?!"

But after an instant, there were bursts of golden ripples in the places where the bright sword light and the golden Buddha light and the Big Dipper were deadlocked.

The ripples were small and slow at first, but they were getting faster and faster, and the fluctuations were getting stronger and stronger, and the entire golden Buddha light layer began to shake violently, and there was a creaking, creaking sound of disintegration everywhere in the formation.

Rubbing, as if the glass was broken, cracks appeared in the golden Buddha light layer, and it became bigger and deeper.

"You can't give up, work hard!" Xiao Jing and the others fought desperately, as if they wanted to exert every inch of their blood.

But an moment later, the sound of a booming and rumbling Qi Qi sounded, the golden Buddha light layer turned into pieces of golden broken light, and the formations in various parts of the capital made a series of explosions, and the vajra god pestle phantom snapped and directly turned into a little golden mang.

The formation was broken, the Big Dipper, thousands of meteors, countless colors of brilliance, and the momentum formed by the condensation, in front of the brilliant sword light that seemed to be transformed by Zhou Tianxingdou, just like a baby facing a strong man, an egg facing a hammer, without even a little sound, it was cut apart, shattered, and disappeared.

Guo Yuquan, who was facing the sword light, was out of strength all over his body, and there was no way to avoid it, but he was smiling and looking at this brilliant sword light with a firm gaze, and he was about to explode.

But this sword light was so fast that Guo Yuquan's mind was hit before he could spin, split in two, and then turned into a sky full of flesh and blood, and then dissipated in the starlight.

Starlight slashed through all obstacles and slashed unstoppably on the ground of the Kyoshi.

Boom, a huge sound was made, and violent shaking broke out, and the entire Jingshi was like a fishing boat in a storm, which might capsize in the next moment, and at the same time, a thick cloud of smoke and dust rose up, like a huge white mushroom.

The Taoist monks who followed behind the Ming Huang Agarwood Rim witnessed the power of the real person in the chariot for the first time, and only then did they understand that it was natural for them to be able to kill Xiao Chuhe with one sword, and all kinds of emotions such as shock, heartbreak, yearning, excitement, and appreciation came to their hearts like mixed tastes.

The bright yellow agarwood chariot was still moving slowly, and the white smoke and dust seemed to be afraid of it, and it disappeared in an instant, showing the current situation of the Jingshi.

A bottomless sword mark that was hundreds of miles long divided the entire Jingshi into two halves, and the houses and palaces on both sides of the sword mark were reduced to dust, and the wreckage did not appear until hundreds of zhang were opened.

A small number of the hundreds of monks who regarded death as if they were at home had already turned into powder under the sword light, and most of them stood relatively far away because of Guo Yuquan's arrangement before his death, but they were blown away by the violent qi wave aroused by the sword light and fell into the ruins of the house.

However, they had already exerted their last bit of strength just now, and now they were completely out of strength, and they were each injured of varying degrees under the impact of the air waves, so they could only lie there, watching the bright yellow agarwood chariot sail into the capital with grief, hatred, and mourning eyes.

It's a pity that their eyes can't kill, Minghuang Agarwood is unstoppable, treating them as if they are nothing, Shi Shiran walked towards the palace that had become a ruin.

Every time it moved forward, the grief, pain, sorrow, and murderous thoughts in the hearts of Xiao Jing and other martial arts monks became stronger, but in the same way, the feelings of powerlessness, despair, sadness, and confusion were also stronger.

They saw that the Minghuang Agarwood Wheel stopped in front of the palace, the curtain was opened, and a young monk in a plain green robe, dashing out of the dust, walked out of it, and stepped into the air in one step. ...,

"This is the mysterious, powerful real man in the middle of the chariot?" as they thought about it, they saw the real man stretch out his right hand and grasp it lightly, and then the palace and the ground behind it began to shake violently.

In the midst of the shaking, a mound of earth rose rapidly.

The mound of earth rises higher and higher, but in a few moments, it becomes a loess peak that is thousands of zhang high and has a radius of 100 miles.

Then they saw that the real man'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 used to be a tall mound of earth that could not be called a mountain, now it is a real, but bare, strange-shaped mountain, full of dangerous peaks and steep mountains.

Witnessing this immortal family's method of moving mountains and seas, the killing intent and grief in the hearts of Xiao Jing and the other martial arts monks seemed to have been pulled out, and they could no longer support their momentum and will.

After that, countless trees, grasses, flowers, and even spirit trees, spirit grasses, birds, beasts, fish and insects seemed to be attracted by something, and gathered from all directions within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, and landed on the bare high mountains.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow and black mountains are lush and green.

The real person in Tsing Yi waved his hand, and a little rain fell from the sky.

When it falls on the tree, the tree grows rapidly, sprouts and becomes more and more green, and when it falls on the 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 fresh and fragrant......

Some fall to the ground and turn into streams, sweet springs, and waterfalls, splashing and reflecting light, hazy and beautiful.

Just when everyone thought that the real person in Tsing Yi was over, as he turned his back on his hands, the entire Jingshi began to shake again, as if a real dragon was turning over and swimming towards the high mountain.

The real dragon and the mountain finally hooked up, after some coiling, the shape of the mountain has also changed slightly, and the biggest difference from the previous is that the mountain is full of spiritual energy, and the slightest white mist is produced on the mountainside and the top of the mountain, as if the whole mountain has life, and the spirit is beautiful and precipitous.

In addition, the mountains are full of greenery, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, the water vapor reflects the sun, emitting colorful glow and bright energy, and many birds and beasts are running and chirping, this high mountain is like a fairyland on earth, which is fascinating, especially the hazy white mist shrouded from the mountainside, which makes the high mountain appear fairy-like.

The Daomen monks who followed him were all dumbfounded, and it was difficult for them to react.

And in the roar of huge thunder, a thin and painful and desperate mourning sound sounded in the ruins of the capital division, one after another.

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