A zhang above Tianjiu's head, a red tiny dot floated gently, from far to near, and in the blink of an eye, it became larger to a zhang long, and a blood-red thunderbolt broke through the air, mixed with a faint cracking sound, like a knife slashing at someone who was still in the bag.

Fast, accurate, ruthless!

didn't give Tian Jiu a chance to react, and he was hit in the head.

"Ah~!"

Tianjiu howled miserably, the wings behind him had not yet been fully deployed, the thunder had already covered his body, his body was full of blood, and thousands of red snakes were dancing wildly.

"Oops~!!"

He roared, his body convulsing violently. In a small space, sometimes running and stumbling, sometimes rolling all over the ground. That red thunderbolt, although it is not more than a zhang, but its power is incomparable, and its sharpness is no less than a blow from the spirit treasure. The most terrible thing is that no matter what method he uses to drive it, even if it is the colorful glow inspired by Time Ziding, it can't dispel the slightest bit at all. It could only be allowed to sweep through the hundreds of limbs and remains, and there were even hundreds of red snakes, penetrating into the blue bones, setting off bursts of shock.

He once again had the true feeling of being tortured by a thousand knives, and once again had a heart-rending pain.

An hour passed, and there was no sign of fading among the thousands of red snakes......

Ten hours later, only a hundred or so red "little snakes" came out of their bodies and slowly disappeared in the stone room......

He was already exhausted, huddled in the stone chamber and wailed.

"Mom, wouldn't it be that the master was killed by the red thunder like this, right? Holy Buddha Grandpa, I just inadvertently ate your eight-flavored fireworks, can I commit such a deadly hand......

Tian Jiu sighed in his heart and slowly lost consciousness......

Four days later. The stone chamber was once again plunged into darkness. There was no blood on the huddled figure in the small dark room, and he shrank there. It's like a dried shrimp.

A trace of sweet spring flowed out of the sea of self-knowledge, quickly passed through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and after a week, it suddenly rushed into the dantian. The giant white yuan infant lying on the black Danzhu suddenly trembled, his eyes opened, and then, he leaped up and sat on the Danzhu with a radiant look.

"Huh, the master is not dead?!"

Tianjiu grinned. Also roll over and sit up.

The little black house is still a small black house, empty. He was also intact, and even the Ten Thousand Buddha robes on his body were as bright as new, and there didn't seem to be even a single wrinkle. It's just that he vaguely sensed that above his head, there seemed to be an invisible eye staring at him, which made him tremble and creepy.

He gritted his teeth and got up. In his eyes, the eyes of the sky are about to open.

A trace of tiny spatial fluctuations came, and it was transmitted to the sea of knowledge of Tianjiu, but it was like thunder. Another orange tiny dot shot in. Across his eyes, it turned into a two-foot blade.

Orange Thunder is coming!

"Oh, Holy Buddha, Grandpa, how can there be! Do you want anyone to live?!"

The Nine Ghosts of Heaven screamed. Shrink your head and crouch on the ground. Let the orange thunder slash and kill. This time, he didn't even have the slightest idea of escaping. The moment the invisible wings appeared in the orange thunder, they had already lost contact with his mind.

"Bang~!"

Not surprisingly, the orange thunder covered the body, and thousands of orange snakes danced wildly.

The wails once again flooded the entire stone chamber......

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Just when Tianjiu was lying in the small black house and suffering from the supreme thunderstorm, in the Privy Council, thousands of miles away from the fifth-order rooftop, more than a dozen top bigwigs of the Famen Temple were sitting in the Privy Council's secret cabinet. These bigwigs include the two masters of Ku Repentance and Ku Xing, who rushed from the fifth-order rooftop, as well as the abbot of the withered lamp, the chief deacon of the Discipline Academy, the three great protectors of the Luohan Hall, the five resident elders of the Privy Council, and so on. All the people present were all cultivators of the Great Monk or above.

The abbot of the withered lamp held a copy of the sound transmission jade slip in his hand, frowned and took the lead in saying: "Masters, you are all privy elders, and the opinions of the masters here can almost represent the will of our Famen Temple and even the entire Holy Buddha City......

"Wait, Abbot Withered, Master Withered Heaven is not here, isn't it appropriate for us to discuss the matter of going south hastily?"

"That's right, Master Abbot, my three great protectors of the Luohan Hall are also quite curious, and the chief elder of the Privy Council, Master Kutian, has not yet arrived, what good results can we discuss? Can it represent the final will of the Famen Temple? Hehe, don't make jokes!"

Ku Regret's face slowly gloomy, he opened his eyes slightly, and snorted coldly: "Ku Zen Zi, you haven't listened to the content of the jade slip from the dry lamp, so you are in a hurry to draw conclusions, is it too arbitrary?! When I came, Lao Wei and Withered Star had already informed Master Withered Heaven, and if there was any conclusion, I would go to Master Withered Heaven to report to him!

In the Tianmi Pavilion, there was a brief silence, and several bigwigs who were originally about to echo changed their faces several times, and finally shook their heads and sneered.

"Masters, the latest briefing, the battle situation in Yuling Prefecture is still stagnant, and there is a faint sign of defeat.

First of all, the battle situation on the Eastern Front: The 200,000 Buddha cultivation army led by Jiuling captured the eighteen peaks in the east of Beiweimen, eleven peaks in Tianyimen, three peaks in Huachenmen, and seven peaks in Yunge in Danshan half a year ago. But after that, it seems that at the end of the dome, he has not advanced half a step. Not long ago, the evil lion was attacked by Wei Qiyin in Huachen Peak, and so far he has only recovered eighty percent of his mana; the evil leopard and the evil tiger were defeated by Bai Feng in the hinterland of the Danshan Cloud Pavilion, and now they are also shrinking in the camp to breathe; the evil horse was injured in Tiantaifeng in Tianyimen, and the evil monkey was killed in Bifu Peak to break the dantian, and the Yuan Ying almost collapsed. Not to mention the lower level of Hui Xiong, Hui Fox, Hui Mouse, and Hui Snake, all of which are scarred. If it weren't for our overall strength, I'm afraid that we would have begun to rout by now.

The battle situation on the northern front is also not optimistic, with the most investment in Liliang, but the results are not satisfactory. After the Eight Saints and the Eighteen Sons captured the remaining territory of Dingzhou, they entered the Beiwei Gate, although they had a record of more than 20 peaks, but they were restrained by several great monks such as Bai Zhanxiong, the head of Beiwei, and now they are hesitating, coupled with the continuous invasion of the scattered monks in Dingzhou, the loss of more than 10,000 disciples is still going on at the rate of 300 people every day. Its morale has also fallen to a low point!"

Hearing what the abbot of the withered lamp said, the withered star's face was extremely solemn, and his brows also frowned into a black line: "Amitabha! Fellow disciples, what are you trying to do in the south? Is it just to publicize the power of the Holy Buddha? With such heavy losses, are you really indifferent?"

In the attic, no one answered, and several bigwigs trembled with different expressions.

Dry regret shook his head and chuckled: "Dry spring, dry cicada, what do you think of the current situation?"

Kuquan and Ku Cicada glanced at each other, and both replied in unison: "Master of Repentance, we think that the difficulties are temporary, as long as we survive this period of time, with the decline of the middle and high-level cultivators in Yuling, the other party will definitely collapse." We fought in Dingzhou for three years before it was finally pacified, and Yuling was only a year, so it doesn't mean anything!"

"Oh, and hold on?" asked Dry Lamp in a deep voice.

"Abbot of the Withered Lamp, have I heard that you have recently formed an army of more than 10,000 people, can't you put it into use?" asked an old monk with a snow-white beard and sword eyebrows in the lower right corner.

"Great Elder Dry Eyebrows, this army is preparing to throw itself in the direction of the Northwest Desert. The garrison there is weak, and if it is not strengthened, I am afraid that it will be caught off guard by the demon army!"

"Demon army, didn't the demon army just retreat?"

"It is true that the demon calamity has subsided, but its losses are only two-thirds, which does not mean that the demon army has no strength to attack again. The eight Western Demon Clans, the Demon Cultivators are billions, and the high-level Demon Clan monks are also one hundred thousand. A single loss did not hurt its foundation at all. Withered Lamp believes that this group of newly formed disciples of the Holy Buddha City must rush to the Demon Suppression Pass to increase the liliang there, as long as the liliang is older, they can completely cut off the demonic idea of the Western Regions Demon Cultivation to advance eastward. ”

"Even if the Demon Tribulation comes again, what is it called when you send your proud disciple again...... Ten thousand monks, one person against ten thousand, isn't it the same can retreat from the enemy, hehehe!"

Ku Cheng waved his hand and vetoed: "No, this group of disciples was begged by me and Kuxing in more than 100 temples in the Holy Buddha City, and they said that they would go to the northwest to fight against demons, if they were asked to go south to fight again, I am afraid they would not be able to give an explanation to other temple masters." Actually, this group of disciples, I have already arranged it on the eighth line of defense, so you don't want to fight their ideas. ”

"Then Master Repentance, Master Withered Star, and the two senior brothers think how to solve the current predicament?" asked the withered cicada rhetorically.

Kuxing glanced at the withered cicada coldly, and said with a slight bow: "Stop going south and withdraw to Dingzhou!"

"Retreat?!No! My three Dharma protectors will never agree! I don't think it is possible for the withered heaven master to agree to this proposal!" The withered cicada got up angrily, and then, with a bang, five or six big guys also stood up one by one.

The old eyes of the withered cicada narrowed into thin slits, and he sneered again and again: "Since the abbot of the withered lamp is so incompetent and can't send reinforcements from a single soldier, then it is up to a few of us old guys to raise it, it is really not possible, and it is okay for a few of us old guys to go into battle together!"

"This ...... This...... This?" the abbot swallowed the bitter water in his mouth, his old face gray.

"Dead lamp, let them go. However, I also remind you that the Xilingmen has been standing still, and the latest secret report shows that a large number of high-level monks have been hoarded in Yutiao Mountain City, and I heard that there are as many as 30 of them above the Yuan Infant Stage, and it is very likely that they are the support troops sent by the Xilingmen to Dongling. Once they get their hands dirty, our situation is even worse. The current Xilingmen is the only super sect that did not participate in the war, and all parties are fighting for it, I hope you will do it yourself. At the same time, I also advise all juniors and disciples not to directly participate in the war. If you great cultivators participate, it will be a top-level battle, and no one can afford the consequences!"

Dry regret gritted his teeth and said, he also slowly got up, raised his head and sighed. (To be continued......)