Chapter 81 Mourning Qi Jingshi is exhausted

In the middle of the Ming Huang Agarwood, the white almost transparent light cluster that Shi Xuan was playing with in his hand was already half the size of a fist, which exceeded the need to cultivate the Three Talents Destroying Sword by fifty percent, more than double the Heavenly Killing Machine that Shi Xuan expected to land, if it weren't for the fact that he put them all away in a few moments, I am afraid that the heavenly punishment of the Great Thousand Worlds would come.

The power of this heavenly punishment is estimated to be helpless, but Shi Xuan doesn't want to make a mess, especially this way is a process of breaking up the confidence in the hearts of martial arts monks and condensing the qi of the Dao Sect, it is best to maintain a mysterious and powerful image.

Before the two immortals, King Zhennan, and Xiao Chuhe came, and after they fell, the changes in the mood, confidence, and tone of those martial arts monks were the most appropriate proof.

Of course, Shi Xuan's goal has been achieved now, and it doesn't matter if he goes to Jingshi or not, but if he withdraws at this time, it will be to push his father and mother and their disciples into the fire pit, so it is better to have a beginning and an end.

Gu Canghai and Wei Peining were in high spirits and joyfully harnessing the Minghuang Agarwood Ring, letting it maintain its previous slow speed and fly towards the Jingshi, the surrounding disciples such as Ji Ming, Lu Yao, and Chang Ya all held their heads high, full of confidence, and the momentum was compelling, and the Daomen luck scattered in all directions continued to converge one after another.

In front of the Minghuang Agarwood Ring, those martial saints and grandmasters who were brought by Guo Yuquan and let them watch this battle in order to gain something were all dazed and frightened, as if their minds had been robbed, until they saw the bright yellow, seemingly high, and unstoppable chariot flying towards them, and finally came back to their senses.

I don't know who started it, they suddenly scattered birds and beasts, turned into all kinds of lights and fled, some to the east, some to the west, but most of them returned to Beijing, but I also knew with my toes that I must have gone back to roll up the fine soft, and fled to the remote provinces with my family and disciples.

Guo Yuquan looked at this scene disheartenedly, shook his head and sighed again and again, wanting to scold them for having no blood, no courage, and no courage to fight to the death, but he couldn't scold, after all, even Brother Xiao couldn't block the other party's sword, why did these martial saints and grandmasters do this mortal thing?

Even if many of them are of royal blood, they are not afraid of running out of firewood, and when they become strong in the future, they have advanced to human immortals, and they have survived the catastrophe, and it is not a delusion to make a comeback.

"Forget it, the old man is not reckless, among Brother Xiao's bloodline descendants, there are a few qualifications and talents that are not bad, it is better to take them away and cultivate them carefully, so as to wait for the future. "Guo Yuquan and Xiao Chuhe have been friends for many years, and they have been friends with each other, and they have even received Xiao Chuhe's life-saving grace several times.

But the departure of these martial saints and grandmasters made him sober up, and he knew that the difference in strength was too great, even if the means and hole cards were exhausted, it would be difficult to escape the end of a sword, it was better to keep a useful body and leave the fire of hope.

Thinking about it like this, Guo Yuquan began to be afraid that the real person in the chariot would kill his last earth immortal in order to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, so he hurriedly turned into the stars and escaped to the light of the stars, and hurried to the capital division, as long as he could escape from the range of the real person's yuan consciousness, with his cultivation of the earth immortal as the realm, could he not hide if he couldn't beat it?

There was no movement in the bright yellow chariot, Guo Yuquan finally breathed a sigh of relief after escaping a short distance, and sighed in his heart, the real person in the chariot didn't know whether to be big or confident, as long as he didn't stand in front of him, he actually disdained to make a move!

And in the Minghuang Agarwood Circle, Shi Xuan watched Guo Yuquan flee lightly, if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to maintain a strong and mysterious image to shock the world, so as to condense the confidence of the Daomen, he would definitely be able to do it on the spot.

Fortunately, he used the Taiji diagram to add the innate gossip to leave a shallow imprint on Guo Yuquan's body, and with his own suppression of the laws of heaven and earth, it was difficult to find out with Guo Yuquan's state of mind cultivation within three days. When Master Jing is done, it's not too late to look for him. ...,

Seeing Guo Yuquan leave, the martial arts monks who were watching from afar scattered like lost their souls, after a short period of precipitation, the kind of collapse venting has stopped, but they still can't restore their confidence in martial arts in their hearts, they only feel that the road ahead is dark and confused, and this kind of shadow trauma on the state of mind is difficult to recover, of course, there must be a few monks who are as firm as a rock, and they are unwavering on the path of martial arts.

As for the bright yellow immortal chariot, they didn't plan to follow it anymore, no one could stop it anyway.

Minghuang Agarwood was in this kind of coldness, silently and firmly, and slowly flew towards the Jingshi.

............

Jingshi, in a side hall of the imperial palace.

"Guo Laozu, I'm not leaving!"

Guo Yuquan was stunned and looked at the tall young man in front of him with thick eyebrows, profound facial features, and Xiao Chuhe, who was four or five points like Xiao Chuhe, he didn't expect to get such an answer, and his tone was so firm.

"Xiao Jing, do you know what you're talking about, how can you be a little divine cultivator who can resist the real people in the chariot?"

Xiao Jing stood upright, with sadness in his eyes, but the pathos did not turn into despair, but brewed a decisive strength in the sorrow: "If our Xiao royal family leaves, I'm afraid that no one will dare to stand in front of that demon from now on, even if I am a mantis arm as a car, I must let the people of the world know that my life can be lost as a martial arts monk, but my will, momentum, and courage cannot be broken!"

Guo Yuquan almost blurted out a "good", but he was extremely controlling, forcibly pressed it, and asked thoughtfully: "Aren't you afraid that no one will see and no one will know about your actions?"

"Just have a clear conscience. Xiao Jing replied without hesitation.

"Good. Guo Yuquan finally said that good word.

At this time, dozens of monks broke in outside the hall, some old and young, some men and women, some martial saints and some subtle monks, all of them were sad and sad, but they did not collapse and confusion between their actions and appearances, but with the meaning of seeing death as home, mourning and resoluteness, and hating the same enemy, which was very similar to Xiao Jing.

"Guo Laozu, we won't leave either!" they said in unison, their voices were not loud, containing sadness, but they were extremely firm.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"No regrets even if you die!" the voice was neat and firm.

Seeing this, Guo Yuquan laughed loudly: "Haha, good! good! Okay! My martial arts are endless! Brother Xiao's mantle is endless! With you cultivation seeds, why worry that he will not be able to make a comeback in the future." Haha, the old man also gave up his life to accompany you crazy. ”

Guo Yuquan is not really unsure here, but he let go of his worries, fears, hesitations, calculations and life, after saying this, he has a feeling that the old man is talking about juvenile madness, and there seems to be a lot of heavy packages in his heart, which seems to be relaxed and lively, and it seems to have wiped off a thick layer of dust, which is very clear.

For so many years, he racked his mind for the second catastrophe, feared, and worried day and night, he had not felt this way for a long time, and the last time he stepped into the threshold of life and death.

"Perhaps, for more than a thousand years, I have taken the wrong path?" Guo Yuquan laughed and realized this, "No wonder a person like Brother Xiao who looks down on the world can survive two heavenly tribulations in a thousand years." ”

The mood was as clear as water, lively and smart, Guo Yuquan suddenly found the faint imprint, and immediately smiled: "It turns out that you are not as strong as I thought!

Then he laughed and said to Xiao Jing and dozens of other junior monks: "When Brother Xiao left, he was afraid that people would come to Beijing to make trouble, so he specially exchanged a set of Buddhist formations, although it was not a complete immortal array, but there was a strong Vajra divine pestle suppression array, which was enough to block the two tribulation monks, even if Brother Xiao himself was difficult to break." ”...,

Although they have the belief that they will die, they have a formation to rely on, and these monks are inevitably a little happy, and in this way, the hope of blocking them will be greatly increased.

Of course, the old ancestor is difficult to break, and it doesn't mean that the real person who killed him under a sword is also difficult to break, but for these resolute monks, there is no need to think about this problem at all.

Guo Yuquan took the lead, and they walked out of the hall with firm steps, their expressions sad but firm, and every step they took, there seemed to be a powerful momentum converging.

There are also dozens of monks outside the hall, who are also different in cultivation, some men and some women.

Xiao Jing saw a bright woman with a round face and big eyes, and said with a slight surprise: "Ya'er, didn't you leave with your family?"

"Everyone else is gone, but I can't worry about you fool. The girl Ya'er pouted and smiled sadly.

Xiao Jing didn't say much, took her hand, looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent.

Another young man, who was not very old, saw a middle-aged couple waiting there, his eyes were red, tears were dripping from his head, and then the three of them walked side by side.

From the side hall to the main hall, from the palace to the center of the formation, this team actually gathered hundreds of people one after another, all wearing mourning clothes, white clothes like snow, mournful and resolute, and the momentum was amazing.

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Two days later, Minghuang Agarwood seemed to appear slowly and quickly outside the Jingshi.

Around Minghuang Agarwood, there are not only five disciples of Gu Canghai and Wei Peining.

These days, as the news spread that Xiao Chuhe was killed by the Daomen real person in this mysterious Ming Huang Yuan with a sword, the world was shaken.

Many Daomen monks who were hiding rushed to hear the news, followed behind the Minghuang Agarwood Ring, and attached their tails, and now there are hundreds of them, not counting those who have not yet arrived.

Although the monks around the bright yellow chariot did not speak to them for two days, the monks who followed behind were silent and happy and excited.

At a glance, the huge Jingshi shrouded in a layer of golden light was empty, and there were only a few hundred people.

They are all wearing plain mourning clothes, all of them have sad faces, but they are sad but not chaotic, and they are not afraid, and there seems to be a powerful, sad, resolute, and common hatred of the enemy to fill the entire Beijing Division, dissipating the sense of emptiness.

Guo Yuquan was wearing a cloak, his plain clothes fluttering, standing in the air of the Beijing Division, looking at the Minghuang Agarwood Rim from a distance without fear.

Minghuang Agarwood was as before, silently, slowly but unstoppably flying towards the Jingshi.