Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 435

[Chapter 435 Contact the first battle]

The nun of the sky Buddhist altar shot, and with a wave of her hand, it was Buddhist gold thunder, but the monk himself was able to dodge it, and the cart behind him could not bear such a blow.

The carts form a formation, and it is not a problem to resist Jinlei hard. The problem is that the enemy cannot be this female nun, and the strong man did not make a shot in the distance, just the five vehicles in the front. Under the hard resistance, the soldiers Death and injury and the injury of the cultivator of the pill are inevitable.

The cultivator avoided himself for the first time, and had already planned to give up the people behind him, and also took down the nun.

It’s just that he bumped into the flying cloak of the nun, plunged into the darkness, and lost his way. If she gets this shot, the Infant Realm cultivator will die inexplicably and worthless.

A powerful cultivator usually also has powerful equipment. If the equipment exerts its power well, it is possible to decide the victory or defeat with one move.

The Infant Realm cultivator slammed into the cloak, and for a moment, he was in a state of chaos, which left him at a loss. This time is the time when the seal in the female nun’s hand is formed. Once the seal is completed, it is too late. By the time he returned to his state, he had already been beaten to a pulp.

The Vajra hammer mark, on the hand of the nun, transformed into a Buddhist lotus golden hammer.

The Lianhua Golden Hammer released ten thousand golden lights, and everyone felt that their eyes were dark, and it was impossible to rescue them.

boom!

The golden hammer hit the cloak, the cloak was torn apart, the nun felt a chill in her heart, and the target disappeared!

Ye Ting had long since released the Mirror of Great Void and let Ye Qinglian control it. How could he let this infantile cultivator suffer the death of a conspiracy casually?

The cultivator was tricked by the nun at first, and he had already gotten rid of his control. Unfortunately, the nun’s cloak was too targeted, as if it was a trap tailored for the cultivator.

The nun missed her hand and swung her body to the side. The new seal on her hand failed to take shape, because a sword light lit up and one of her fingers was forcibly cut off.

The fingers disappeared, and the nun felt severe pain in her heart. She opened her palm and slapped it on the ground. The whole person bowed, like a beast that was about to choose someone to devour.

The Vajra Six-round Sealing Method is a relatively common fighting method in Buddhism. It is powerful, and she is an expert in it. This time, she did not expect that the enemy would find an opportunity and directly destroy a finger.

Although it is not that the tactics have been completely destroyed, it will take a lot of time to repair it.

There is no hope on this battlefield.

The nun’s hand touched the ground, and the ground around her body undulated like the sea surface. Her body jumped up with the help of the wave, and the broken cloak slammed into her body, turning into a cassock, and suddenly a strong wind swept away towards the convoy.

Ye Ting did not perceive anything in the mirror of Yin and Yang. Ye Qinglian was her incarnation. Ye Qinglian’s battle was like being there in person. The nun was strong and quick to respond, completely different from the monks she had met before, as if she was born a warrior, not a Buddhist preacher.

If the Buddhist cultivators in the sky Buddhist altar are so strong, Lu Yi is really dangerous.

The nun turned into a piece of dust and sand in the gust of wind, and suddenly fell down. After she broke a finger, she rushed up fiercely. This speed was too fierce, chasing after the thirty-six golden thunders she had released earlier. .

Her target was five alchemy cultivators beside the five carts, and twenty soldiers.

Broken my finger, I will pay with my life!

“I’m coming.” The emcee of ceremonies rushed out of the carriage at this time. The speed was not very fast, but if the nun really killed the monk beside the cart, he would be able to arrive the moment he released the attack.

Any spells, tactics, and attacks will have a little loophole or weak time. If there is no, it is the double crush of realm and power, and no matter how you fight, you can’t beat it.

And he also knew that the monk who disappeared was sent away by Ye Ting’s means. Ye Ting has a way to send the cultivator to hide, and there is a way to make the cultivator reappear.

After the nun attacked, and then cooperated with her companions, the two infant realms should be able to take down the opponent.

boom!

The female nun’s body condensed from the state of flying sand, turned into a huge Buddha statue eighteen feet high, and smashed it down in the air. The emcee of ceremonies felt a pain in his heart, and now those cultivators who form the pills are not seriously injured, but are going to die!

Five carts, five cultivators of forming pills, released five-color brilliance on the ground, and a phantom stood on the cart, but it was a four-sided spire. A golden bell hangs from the eaves of the minaret, although it is only an illusion, it makes a pleasant ding-dong sound.

The Buddha statue is solid, and the tower shadow is illusory. This time, it is like a mantra arm acting as a chariot. Seeing that the five cultivators are about to die under this Dharma, Ye Qinglian’s figure swept past the master of ceremonies and appeared in front of the Buddha statue, with a sword in hand.

Three-foot Qingfeng disappeared in a flash.

The 18-foot-tall Buddha statue was cut off by this sword from the middle. Ye Qinglian threw the long sword away, turned around and returned to the cart in Bai Jia.

The figure of the nun fell from the sky, and one palm was dripping with blood, and a wound was cut horizontally.

The wound was like a fired porcelain, and it was so bright that it couldn’t heal at all.

The bleeding part was on the back of the palm. I don’t know how many pores were oozing blood, and it couldn’t stop. The fatal thing was that powerful sword intent, which penetrated inch by inch into the body.

She raised her head, looked at Ye Qinglian’s carriage from a distance, and asked, “What kind of swordsmanship is this?”

“Broken Mountain Sword Stream.”

“never heard of that.”

“It’s just a small sect, not worth mentioning.”

“Small sect…” The nun bit her lip, she can fight again, but if she persists, even if she doesn’t die, her realm will fall, and the gain will outweigh the loss.

If this sword intent is not expelled, it will be quite troublesome.

Thinking of this, the nun stood up, her cassocks closed and turned into a black cloak, and then her body disappeared into the shadows, as if it had never existed.

The figure of the emcee of ceremonies stopped there, the battle was over, and he had no chance to make a move.

The powerhouses who were watching from a distance all retreated and did not come up to attack. The emcee of ceremonies was very ashamed, and his eyes fell on the ground in front of him. There was a corner of the clothes, and the golden silk thread was embroidered with fine patterns, which was part of the cassock on the woman’s body.

If you move forward, I am afraid that you will also be recruited, right?

On his temples, sweat dripped down drop by drop and hit the ground. I don’t know when, the snow on the ground has long since melted, and then it froze into ice again. The sweat hit it, and it turned into a circle, and it froze in a blink of an eye.

The gap between herself and Ye Qinglian was so huge that she was like a virtual cultivator who needed to look up, and she couldn’t touch it at all.

“Fellow Daoist Ye…” Bai Jia called out to Ye Qinglian softly when he realized that his son was wrong.

“It’s alright, if he can’t make it through, he doesn’t deserve to be your son or the leader of the Houtu Sect.” Ye Qinglian’s expression turned cold, and the emcee of ceremonies rushed out purely to show herself in front of her. What if you hit yourself inappropriately?

Bai Jia didn’t know what to say, he knew that he couldn’t control Ye Qinglian, and he didn’t want to ruin this cooperation. The cultivator’s blood and family relationship is not weak, and it will not tear his face with the other party for the sake of his son.

Because things like doom can happen to monks at any time. If you turn your face for this, are there still people in this world who can cooperate?

“Master of ceremonies, don’t delay the trip, the sect is waiting for the supplies to arrive.” Bai Jia’s voice was low, and he let go, trying to wake up his son, but at this time, the master of ceremonies had already fallen into doom and was trapped in an illusion.

“If he can last for an hour, I will save him.” Ye Ting’s voice fell into Bai Jia’s ears, and Bai Jia was relieved. Although his son’s aptitude was not the best, his cultivation has always been quite assiduous since childhood. of. Because of the solid foundation he had laid before, and the polishing of his realm, there were some problems with his tactics.

But to deal with this kind of doom, the emcee of ceremonies can support much more time than his classmates.

The convoy moved forward, and the cultivator who was hidden in the Mirror of Absolute Void was released. After he entered, he was suppressed by the gods of the ten directions. .

Not only that, Ye Ting also used the latest means to temporarily set up a small space for him, which is a bit smaller than the coffin, like a smallest star nest world.

Even if a virtual monk came to check his soul, he didn’t know where it was. Because after the release, the hiding space returns to chaos, completely breaking the previous cause and effect.

The monk was even more ashamed. He felt that he had done nothing wrong, but he almost died at the hands of the enemy.

According to normal calculations, the girl was one or two levels stronger than him, and he was completely able to withstand the opponent’s attack by relying on the car formation.

The female nun’s lotus golden hammer was close to him through the cloak. He could not see the appearance of the golden hammer, but could only feel that death was coming, which was inevitable.

The convoy moved forward and guarded the emcee of ceremonies in the center. This time, even if the nun left and returned, the battle strength would not be damaged, and the entire convoy would not be threatened. Bai Jia called the dazed monk to the front of the car and whispered something to the monk.

Ye Qinglian simply didn’t listen, only to see the dejection on the cultivator’s face quickly disappearing, and felt that the white armor had some advantages. Just don’t know why he doesn’t persuade his son like that.

In less than an hour, the emcee Bai suddenly snorted, two streaks of blood came out of his nose, his body shook, and he forcibly escaped from the illusion.

“Isn’t it good? If you can persevere like this, no matter how bad your qualifications are, if there is a chance, the Infant Realm will be complete.” Ye Qinglian praised, and Bai Jia was also happy.

The son was injured, but there were vague signs of a breakthrough in his realm. Without anyone’s help, he survived the calamity by himself. The son is not the best monk, but makes him proud.

“Let’s go!” Bai Jia gave the order, and the emcee of ceremonies returned to the car, bowed to Ye Qinglian, sat down silently, and recuperated.