Resurrection of Shinto

Six Taoist priests walked slowly behind Xuan Qingzi.

They stood in the direction of the Big Dipper, and Qingguang gradually emerged from itself, bright and shining.

Their breath is connected, and their magic power is like one.

The Big Dipper array is like seven stars, born in mid-air.

On the faintly vast sky, seven lights and shadows appeared, like seven stars, which manifested in daylight, and the power of the stars descended here.

Seven stars penetrated, and mana emerged from the six Taoists, constantly pouring into Xuan Qingzi's body. Xuan Qingzi's closed eyes suddenly opened at this moment, and the three-foot long sword was suspended.

With a hum, it directly turned into a stream of light, disappeared in an instant, and appeared again, but it was already in front of the Huren Dazhai Camp.

The three-foot long sword stretched into the wind and turned into a ten-foot giant sword.

The giant sword fell in the air, and the sword aura was swallowed and sharp.

It is like a sword that breaks the earth and separates the chaos and sets the turbidity and qi.

Above the Huren’s Dazhai, black scales rose up, palm-sized scales hovering over the Huren’s camp. The magical energy of Taotao continuously swallowed from the scales, turning into strands of light, slowly drooping, and the Huren’s Dazhai. Protect in it.

The huge sword kept falling, setting off a boundless wave of qi, and the sword qi splashed out in all directions.

Like a meteor, it cut through the sky and fell from the sky, and the roaring wind sounded.

After each sword aura, it touched the black light, like a collision of steel, bursting with bright sparks, and all of a sudden, it was red.

The sword energy that hit the earth instantly rushed into the earth, like a cannonball exploding, making a huge roar.

This scene is like the end of the world, with deafening sounds constantly ringing.

The air and waves separated, the heaven and the earth were no longer in two colors, the giant sword had slowly fallen, and it had already touched the black scales.

The black scales are shiny and flowing, and mysterious lines have appeared, and they have begun to combine with each other to form exquisite patterns.

Xuan Qingzi looked calm, looked at the scale, and preached in a flat tone: "The scales left by the devil's transformation, with this, guard the camp, not afraid of thousands of troops, but want to block Zhu Xian."

"not enough!"

The word "Zhu" appeared on the giant sword.

As soon as this word came out, the giant sword exploded with a sword-punishing spirit.

The situation that was originally evenly matched and not giving way to each other suddenly collapsed.

The sword qi of Zhuxian was devastated and rotten, and the black scales began to disintegrate little by little. The cracks that cracked out were continuously spreading, and the next moment they broke suddenly, and the fragments began to splash everywhere.

The giant sword kept falling, and the large formation guarding the Huren camp was directly smashed and shattered by the giant sword.

The sharp giant sword fell, directly dividing the Huren camp into two, and the direction of this sword was facing the altar.

A huge crack spawned, and the bisected altar continued to vibrate, and finally burst open and collapsed directly on both sides.

Above the earth, a bottomless crack appeared.

This sword came to an end.

Xuan Qingzi's face was pale, and the sword was consumed just now, and the sword of Zhu Xian was inserted into the scabbard behind him in an instant. Xuan Qingzi walked slowly to the side of Taoist Xuanhe, bowed his head, and then slowly walked into the crowd.

Lu Fengxian watched this scene, and his heart sank.

The Nine Dao and Eight Buddhas really cannot be underestimated. The Shangqing Dao has this treasure, which is enough to suppress the Shangqing Dao Qi. The power of this sword is very comparable to an ordinary fairy.

Especially the invincible characteristics, can be said to be invincible.

The Huren Dazhai formation was shattered, immediately triggering a chain reaction, and the great formation was broken, and many of the strong masters directly fell into backlash.

Looking at the chaotic Huren Dazhai ahead, Taoist Xuanhe looked at the real person Donghua on the side and preached in a flat tone:

"Five-colored rays of light render the sky of the week and the rays of the sun shine all over the mountains and rivers, and also invite the Taoist friends to take a trip with the Three Jewels of Ruyi.

The real man Donghua smiled, walked forward slowly, his loose sleeves swayed, and slowly nodded and preached: "It should be so!"

A slender arm stretched out and stopped the real Donghua.

Puhong slowly retracted his arms and folded his hands together. He was already standing in front of the Taoist Xuanhe. He whispered a Buddha's name in a low voice and preached in a solemn tone: "You don't need Donghua's head to teach you, just the poor monk."

Master Donghua is holding the Three Treasure Jade Ruyi, and the other hand gently strokes the Three Treasure Jade Ruyi, his palm is as gentle as touching a loved one.

He preached in a flat tone: "The little monk is going to go for a while, I'm afraid he will be too weak."

Looking into the distance, an old monk with drooping eyebrows and white hair and beard, said in a tone of voice: "If this monk had gone, it would be enough."

Leo Fan closed his eyes, as if sleepy, but he didn't say a word. Puhong looked solemn and preached in a loud voice: "The poor monk is enough!"

Master Donghua shook his head slightly, continued to stroke the Three Treasure Jade Ruyi, and preached calmly: "If you have the courage, why do you have the courage to be a villain."

"Jingguang Temple has outstanding children like you~www.novelmtl.com~ it will be merged into the White Horse Temple in the future, and it will be able to leave a legacy."

Puhong's folded hands had already unconsciously increased his strength, his eyes filled with determination, and his tone was solemnly preaching: "The poor monk does not die, and the inheritance of the Jinguang Temple is immortal."

Xuan Qingzi's eyes were cold, staring at Pu Hong coldly, and he preached indifferently, "Nine Dao and Eight Buddhas, there are too many."

"Today's battle, delete those who are indiscriminate and fill the number, those who are incompetent, those who have merit will stand.

"If you make a contribution, you can keep the Jinguang Temple heritage, or you will be merged into the White Horse Temple. The world does not need incompetent people to share the Nine Dao and Eight Buddhas."

The words that have never been revealed, completely surfaced.

This battle was not about strengthening the seal, but also about the merger of the nine realms and eight Buddhas.

Lu Fengxian watched this scene coldly, the world's luck is limited, Da Chu and Shendao monopolize most of the world, and the remaining nine Dao and Eight Buddhas are equally divided.

They don't allow themselves, and some Taoist Buddhas who have not kept up with the times, join them and share the world's luck.

Lv Fengxian looked at Puhong and said in a tone of voice: "Everything has me!"

Puhong shook his head slowly, and said in a flat tone: "There is no need to do this, the rules cannot be abandoned."

Pu Hong shook his robes, the big red robes were already suspended, and he took one step, his body suddenly increased by half a meter, one step, two steps, three steps.

When Puhong took a hundred steps, he had turned into a giant.

It is about thirty feet high and one hundred meters high, standing horizontally in the sky and the earth.

The blood rushed into the night, like a beam of light, like a stove, the hot blood roasted in all directions.

The billowing heat waves continued to spread, exhaling into a wind, and a sudden gust of wind formed, blowing the clouds in the sky away.

"Amitabha!"

The sound was rolling like thunder, resounding everywhere.

"The poor monk casts demons today!"

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