Chapter 278 The first battle is over, and the Buddha will fight
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Mu Xiao San Sheng
In just a short moment, the human body of the son of the devil was covered by thousands of sword lights, and the hard fur he was proud of turned into powder, which could not stop the sharp sword intent at all.
"Shifang Yujian, Heart-Puting Sword Formation!"
Wu Junyan looked at the son of the devil who burst into blood mist, and murmured.
"Boom boom..."
After a few breaths, the soul of the son of the devil was sealed in the body by the sword array, and turned into nothingness along with his body.
In the battlefield, it gradually became quiet.
There is no sound of pain from the son of the devil, nor the sound of space bursting during the battle.
The dense fog receded, and only Wu Junyan stood in the broken void.
Although the whole body was bloody and bruised.
However, the Tianjiao did not dare to show the slightest disrespect or sarcasm, and only had deep awe and shock.
Every sword that Wu Junyan swung just now was for the purpose of arranging a heaven-shaking sword array, so that he has the power to completely wipe out the sons of demons and humans, and defeat the strong with the weak.
In this battle, Wu Junyan was seriously injured and his foundation was shaken.
The heart exploded following the son of the devil, and the body was riddled with holes, it was hard to find a place that was intact.
The ending has already been decided, and everyone is shocked and appalled.
Wu Junyan's performance exceeded countless people's expectations.
"He actually won..."
Countless young people were shocked and couldn't accept it.
"How could this be?"
The senior officials of Xuanji Gate are well aware of the horror of the son of the devil, otherwise they would not be able to tie him up with Dao pattern chains.However, the son of the devil was beaten to death by Wu Junyan, how absurd.
"Qingzong's ten-direction swordsmanship is really extraordinary."
The faces of the well-informed and well-informed old guys were serious, and they were especially afraid of Qingzong, and they really didn't want Qingzong to revive.
The barrier on the battlefield was opened, Wu Junyan dragged his seriously injured body, and slowly walked towards the Dugu Sky, his vision blurred, and he almost fainted.
Fortunately, Wu Junyan's willpower was astonishing, he came to Dugu Changkong in a daze, raised his hands tremblingly, and bowed in salute: "Disciple, I didn't embarrass you."
"Ah."
Seeing the only apprentice struggling so much, Dugu Changkong stretched out his right hand, and performed Taoism from a distance to heal him.
The look in the eyes is very gratifying.
"Have a good rest!"
Dugu Changkong arranged a safe space nearby, and let Wu Junyan go in to recuperate his body, so that the root cause of his illness must not be lost.
It wasn't until Wu Junyan retreated to recuperate that everyone woke up and accepted this fact.
"Since ancient times, the Northern Wilderness has never lacked outstanding people."
This sentence is not just talk, but has passed the test of time.
The defeat in the first battle is not a good thing for the top existence of the Imperial State.
If it loses another round, it means that there is no fate with the fragments of the emperor's armament.
The group of old antiques on the Shenqiao have all made a Taoist oath, and they must act according to the agreement.
"The second game can't be lost again."
In Kunlun Realm, a group of dying old guys were discussing.
"Let who go?"
Few of the people of the same age in Dizhou have the strength to overthrow the world.
The saint sons and saintesses of many ancient sects are not considered by the older generation at all.
"Master Xuanyi, it should be fine!"
Some old man suggested a person's name.
Hearing this, the faces of the other strong men changed slightly, and they began to ponder.
The imperial state is extremely prosperous, and there are as many evildoers in the new generation as a cow's hair.However, this matter is related to the fragments of the emperor's armament, and the most suitable candidate must be selected.
In order to win, Xuanjimen was not afraid of being discussed by the world, and exposed everything about the son of the devil.
Unfortunately, the son of the devil died.
Baichenxing, in the void.
Dugu Changkong looked at the dense fog vortex above, and talked to the group of peak beings: "Next."
"Hold on."
A hoarse sound came from within the vortex.
Dugu Changkong pinched his fingers and frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy.
"Those guys will definitely not give up on the Imperial Army. I'm afraid the second battle will not be that simple, and they may be deceitful."
Dugu Changkong turned his head to look at Chen Qingyuan and the others, and said secretly.
The forces from all walks of life watched the excitement, talking about this battle.
After half an hour, a young man in blue clothes came from a distance.
Riding a chariot made of wood, his long hair was tied tightly with cloth strips, his face was fair, handsome and cold, and he looked young.
However, the blue-clothed man's eyes are very deep, as if he has gone through endless vicissitudes, and there is an inexplicable taste.
"Who is he?"
All the monks watching the scene stared at the man in blue and looked at each other in blank dismay, none of them could tell his identity.
"I've never seen it before. Could it be a monstrosity secretly cultivated by some holy land?"
A group of Mahayana monks communicated with each other, but they didn't find out the origin of the man in blue, so they were very puzzled.
"Looking at his bone age, he is about [-] years old, but he exudes the aura of the fusion period. This kind of talent is enough to crush the world, but we have never heard of it, which is too strange!"
Under normal circumstances, being able to cultivate to the fusion stage around Chitose is already regarded as the pride of heaven.Ordinary monks can't cultivate to this level in their whole life.
Dugu Changkong squinted his eyes, looking up and down at the man in blue.
The bone age is indeed below five hundred years old, but the soul in the body is not.
"Reincarnation and rebirth, there are some means."
Dugu Changkong said coldly.
"Little Doyle, I can't compare to your Excellency."
The man in blue smiled slightly and said modestly.
"If you show up now, aren't you afraid of being missed by someone who cares?"
This person showed his face after he reached the fusion stage. It seems that the Kunlun world is very coveted for the fragments of the emperor's soldiers.
"It stands to reason that I can be regarded as a younger generation after being reincarnated. I wonder if I can participate in the battle?" The man in blue deliberately used the aggressive method: "Of course, if you don't have the guts to fight, just admit defeat. After all, the content of the battle can be determined." I did not prohibit the transferer from taking shots, so I did not commit any fouls."
The two used sound transmission to talk, and outsiders didn't know it.
Reincarnation and reconstruction are easy to say, but difficult to do.
Out of a hundred great monks, it would be nice if only one of them succeeded.
As for seizing the body, it is not considered rebirth, but a method of borrowing the body.
The blue-clothed man used to be the top existence standing on the Shenqiao, and his Taoist name-Xuanyi Zhenren.
In his previous life, when he had only a few hundred years left to live, he gave it a go.Counting his luck, he fought for the second life and envied countless fellow Taoists.
Later, many people followed his lead, and now the grass on the grave is three meters high.
Luck is something that cannot be seen or touched.
Some people are able to succeed, and some people fail no matter how hard they try.
"Nature can fight."
Dugu Changkong pondered.
Then, Dugu Changkong turned to face Chen Qingyuan and Daochen Buddha, ready to discuss.
Chen Qingyuan and Master Xuan Yi looked at each other, feeling extremely stressed, as if they were being targeted by some terrifying existence, a chill ran down their backs.
"I'll go!"
Chen Qingyuan said to Daochen Buddha, ready to leave.
In the battle against the strong, Chen Qingyuan should not be afraid, he must face up to the difficulties and stabilize his heart.
"Let the poor monk go!"
Daochen Buddha's son was originally protecting the Tao for Chen Qingyuan, how could he let him put himself in danger.
As he said that, Fozi took a step forward and walked out of the Buddhist bead barrier without giving Chen Qingyuan time to react.
"Shifang Yujian, Heart-Puting Sword Formation!"
Wu Junyan looked at the son of the devil who burst into blood mist, and murmured.
"Boom boom..."
After a few breaths, the soul of the son of the devil was sealed in the body by the sword array, and turned into nothingness along with his body.
In the battlefield, it gradually became quiet.
There is no sound of pain from the son of the devil, nor the sound of space bursting during the battle.
The dense fog receded, and only Wu Junyan stood in the broken void.
Although the whole body was bloody and bruised.
However, the Tianjiao did not dare to show the slightest disrespect or sarcasm, and only had deep awe and shock.
Every sword that Wu Junyan swung just now was for the purpose of arranging a heaven-shaking sword array, so that he has the power to completely wipe out the sons of demons and humans, and defeat the strong with the weak.
In this battle, Wu Junyan was seriously injured and his foundation was shaken.
The heart exploded following the son of the devil, and the body was riddled with holes, it was hard to find a place that was intact.
The ending has already been decided, and everyone is shocked and appalled.
Wu Junyan's performance exceeded countless people's expectations.
"He actually won..."
Countless young people were shocked and couldn't accept it.
"How could this be?"
The senior officials of Xuanji Gate are well aware of the horror of the son of the devil, otherwise they would not be able to tie him up with Dao pattern chains.However, the son of the devil was beaten to death by Wu Junyan, how absurd.
"Qingzong's ten-direction swordsmanship is really extraordinary."
The faces of the well-informed and well-informed old guys were serious, and they were especially afraid of Qingzong, and they really didn't want Qingzong to revive.
The barrier on the battlefield was opened, Wu Junyan dragged his seriously injured body, and slowly walked towards the Dugu Sky, his vision blurred, and he almost fainted.
Fortunately, Wu Junyan's willpower was astonishing, he came to Dugu Changkong in a daze, raised his hands tremblingly, and bowed in salute: "Disciple, I didn't embarrass you."
"Ah."
Seeing the only apprentice struggling so much, Dugu Changkong stretched out his right hand, and performed Taoism from a distance to heal him.
The look in the eyes is very gratifying.
"Have a good rest!"
Dugu Changkong arranged a safe space nearby, and let Wu Junyan go in to recuperate his body, so that the root cause of his illness must not be lost.
It wasn't until Wu Junyan retreated to recuperate that everyone woke up and accepted this fact.
"Since ancient times, the Northern Wilderness has never lacked outstanding people."
This sentence is not just talk, but has passed the test of time.
The defeat in the first battle is not a good thing for the top existence of the Imperial State.
If it loses another round, it means that there is no fate with the fragments of the emperor's armament.
The group of old antiques on the Shenqiao have all made a Taoist oath, and they must act according to the agreement.
"The second game can't be lost again."
In Kunlun Realm, a group of dying old guys were discussing.
"Let who go?"
Few of the people of the same age in Dizhou have the strength to overthrow the world.
The saint sons and saintesses of many ancient sects are not considered by the older generation at all.
"Master Xuanyi, it should be fine!"
Some old man suggested a person's name.
Hearing this, the faces of the other strong men changed slightly, and they began to ponder.
The imperial state is extremely prosperous, and there are as many evildoers in the new generation as a cow's hair.However, this matter is related to the fragments of the emperor's armament, and the most suitable candidate must be selected.
In order to win, Xuanjimen was not afraid of being discussed by the world, and exposed everything about the son of the devil.
Unfortunately, the son of the devil died.
Baichenxing, in the void.
Dugu Changkong looked at the dense fog vortex above, and talked to the group of peak beings: "Next."
"Hold on."
A hoarse sound came from within the vortex.
Dugu Changkong pinched his fingers and frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy.
"Those guys will definitely not give up on the Imperial Army. I'm afraid the second battle will not be that simple, and they may be deceitful."
Dugu Changkong turned his head to look at Chen Qingyuan and the others, and said secretly.
The forces from all walks of life watched the excitement, talking about this battle.
After half an hour, a young man in blue clothes came from a distance.
Riding a chariot made of wood, his long hair was tied tightly with cloth strips, his face was fair, handsome and cold, and he looked young.
However, the blue-clothed man's eyes are very deep, as if he has gone through endless vicissitudes, and there is an inexplicable taste.
"Who is he?"
All the monks watching the scene stared at the man in blue and looked at each other in blank dismay, none of them could tell his identity.
"I've never seen it before. Could it be a monstrosity secretly cultivated by some holy land?"
A group of Mahayana monks communicated with each other, but they didn't find out the origin of the man in blue, so they were very puzzled.
"Looking at his bone age, he is about [-] years old, but he exudes the aura of the fusion period. This kind of talent is enough to crush the world, but we have never heard of it, which is too strange!"
Under normal circumstances, being able to cultivate to the fusion stage around Chitose is already regarded as the pride of heaven.Ordinary monks can't cultivate to this level in their whole life.
Dugu Changkong squinted his eyes, looking up and down at the man in blue.
The bone age is indeed below five hundred years old, but the soul in the body is not.
"Reincarnation and rebirth, there are some means."
Dugu Changkong said coldly.
"Little Doyle, I can't compare to your Excellency."
The man in blue smiled slightly and said modestly.
"If you show up now, aren't you afraid of being missed by someone who cares?"
This person showed his face after he reached the fusion stage. It seems that the Kunlun world is very coveted for the fragments of the emperor's soldiers.
"It stands to reason that I can be regarded as a younger generation after being reincarnated. I wonder if I can participate in the battle?" The man in blue deliberately used the aggressive method: "Of course, if you don't have the guts to fight, just admit defeat. After all, the content of the battle can be determined." I did not prohibit the transferer from taking shots, so I did not commit any fouls."
The two used sound transmission to talk, and outsiders didn't know it.
Reincarnation and reconstruction are easy to say, but difficult to do.
Out of a hundred great monks, it would be nice if only one of them succeeded.
As for seizing the body, it is not considered rebirth, but a method of borrowing the body.
The blue-clothed man used to be the top existence standing on the Shenqiao, and his Taoist name-Xuanyi Zhenren.
In his previous life, when he had only a few hundred years left to live, he gave it a go.Counting his luck, he fought for the second life and envied countless fellow Taoists.
Later, many people followed his lead, and now the grass on the grave is three meters high.
Luck is something that cannot be seen or touched.
Some people are able to succeed, and some people fail no matter how hard they try.
"Nature can fight."
Dugu Changkong pondered.
Then, Dugu Changkong turned to face Chen Qingyuan and Daochen Buddha, ready to discuss.
Chen Qingyuan and Master Xuan Yi looked at each other, feeling extremely stressed, as if they were being targeted by some terrifying existence, a chill ran down their backs.
"I'll go!"
Chen Qingyuan said to Daochen Buddha, ready to leave.
In the battle against the strong, Chen Qingyuan should not be afraid, he must face up to the difficulties and stabilize his heart.
"Let the poor monk go!"
Daochen Buddha's son was originally protecting the Tao for Chen Qingyuan, how could he let him put himself in danger.
As he said that, Fozi took a step forward and walked out of the Buddhist bead barrier without giving Chen Qingyuan time to react.
