Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3895

[Chapter 3895 Wen Sheng shot]

Chu Yun and the Heavenly King Fu Jiao started, and the other Chu clan elders also fought against several other Heavenly Kings. The momentum and power of these masters of the eighth rank of Yuanli were certainly earth-shattering, but their strength and control were astonishing. It is controlled within a thousand miles. Although the celestial phenomena and the light and shadow are blurred within this thousand miles, others cannot see who wins and who loses.

Of course, the power of their fighting never leaked out, and it affected everyone who was still fighting on the sword map.

At this time, Murong Junpeng and Murong Congyun, who were covered in scars all over their bodies, looked at the fight in the sky like chickens. They thought a lot and heard some secrets from Murong Jiang, but they didn’t expect the Chu family’s The trap actually attracted the king of Leiyin Temple! Although these heavenly kings are not the real heavenly kings and Buddhahood, they are just the praises of the World-Honored One of the Great Sun Tathagata to the Dharma Protector of Buddhism, but they will know the far-reaching impact of today’s battle by thinking about it a little with their heels! This… is simply a preview of the Immortal Buddha Formation!

“Fourteenth Uncle…” Murong Congyun looked at a sixth-grade Yuanli monk who had just been attacked and killed by the two of them. The flesh and blood penetrated into the sword map and disappeared, and asked in a low voice, “Let’s find a way to escape! Staying here… will die sooner or later! This is not a battle situation that we can decide!”

“Yun’er, do you think this old man doesn’t want to leave!” Murong Junpeng said with a wry smile, “As soon as I enter the sword map, I will become one with the sword map, and if the sword map is not withdrawn, I can’t leave! It’s clear inside!”

“But…” Murong Congyun argued, “Xiao Hua seemed to be able to escape from the sword grid before…”

“It’s a pity that he’s already dead!” Murong Junpeng shook his head, “He may be using a Taoist secret technique! It’s not something I can use as a Confucian cultivator!”

“Could it be that… Yun’er is going to die here?” Murong Congyun’s face was pale, because she had seen that the fighting of the dozens of swords on the left and right had stopped just like her own, but the swords The only ones who survived were Buddhist guardians. Although these monks had the same blood stains on their bodies, they turned to look at themselves with killing and ignorance in their eyes.

“Boom…” Misfortunes do not come singly, just thousands of miles away from Murong Congyun, a huge Zhuan Ke is turning like a mountain, a golden Buddha’s light and a blood-red red lotus fire like two chains on both sides of the pot. Revolving around the sword map, hundreds of Confucian disciples were strangled by the Buddha’s light and the red lotus karmic fire, turned into flesh and fell on the sword map, and now this Buddha’s light and karmic fire are heading towards Murong Congyun. Roll direction! Above the Chuanhu, a Heavenly King dressed in a strange robe was reciting the Buddhist scriptures, and his face was urging the Chuanhu expressionlessly.

The Chu family dispatched the family master and seven elders this time, but the Heavenly King of Elysium had already determined the strength of the Chu family. This time, there were nine Heavenly Kings who came through the teleportation channel. The remaining Heavenly Kings easily harvested the lives of the Chu disciples.

“Hey, let me just say, the disciples of the Buddhist sect are all virtuous people, and they are usually kind-hearted. They say that sweeping the floor will not hurt the lives of ants, and cherishing the moth gauze lamp, it’s all bullshit, look at all of you fierce and evil. If they were seen by the believers in Changsheng Town, how sad they would be! How could the Buddhist sect in their hearts be like this?” Suddenly, a faint, mocking voice came from the sky. , Murong Congyun heard it in her ears, and her face even had an incredible look, she almost couldn’t believe it and exclaimed, “Second…Second Uncle? Why did his old man come? Where is Seventh Uncle??”

“Yes, of course it’s the second uncle!” Murong Junpeng also burst into tears with joy, and shouted, “Only the second uncle can kill this king!”

However, before Murong Junpeng looked up, “Boom…” A cloud column suddenly flew from another direction, and when it got above the sword map, it condensed into a big hand and went down. Tan, just grabbed the transmission channel in his hand, and several vast crystal filaments thicker than those of the giant dragons were born from the void, flashing radially on both sides of the big hand, “Boom…” A deafening loud noise , the transmission channel actually moved more than a hundred miles out of thin air! However, just after moving a hundred miles, the green seal script in the transmission channel suddenly became crazy, as if thousands of butterflies fluttered their wings, “Boom…” In the blink of an eye, the entire transmission channel collapsed, green lightning flashes The thunder flew out and hit the big hand. The thick crystal filaments above the big hand were defeated, and the whole big hand collapsed…

“Si…” Murong Congyun sucked in a breath of cold air and almost groaned, “This… which Senior Wen Xing is this?”

However, when the big hand dissipated, the cloud pillar also disappeared into the void, and the Wen Xing who never showed up did not even leave a trace of breath, not to mention Murong Congyun didn’t know, even Murong Junpeng didn’t know which Wen Xing was at all. On a whim, detective strikes!

At this time, Murong Congyun and Murong Junpeng could not be allowed to think too much, but when they saw the flashes of light and shadow on the sky, the faces they were familiar with appeared like a bright moon in the sky. Already overflowing with surprises.

Murong Congyun cried out with joy, “Gong… Gong Shuyan Yin Wensheng, Duanmu Ji Shi Wensheng, Huangfu Gongcheng Wensheng, eldest grandson Ji Wensheng, Yu Wensheng Wensheng? Oh my God, senior Wensheng from a first-class family. Why are they all here?”

“More than that!” Murong Junpeng laughed beside him, “From the first-class family, there are also Kong Chengwensheng, Meng Mengwensheng, the second-class family’s Mo Xiewensheng, Zou Zhenwensheng and Lu Chenwensheng are also here!”

“These old seniors…” Murong Congyun lost his voice, “Why didn’t Seventh Uncle tell us the news they want to come?”

“The news that Wensheng is coming, not to mention the seventh uncle. Now it seems that even the Chu family… may not know about it!” Murong Junpeng looked at the broken disciples of the Chu family on the sword map. Above the sky, the eight literati of the Chu family, who had fought vigorously against the Dharma Protector of the Buddhist sect, whispered their voices.

Murong Congyun’s expression changed slightly, and suddenly seemed to understand something, nodded slightly, and dared not ask any more! The secrets in this are no longer known to her, and now she only knows that she can survive, which is better than anything else.

After more than a dozen literary saints appeared, except for Lu Chen who faced the heavenly king in a strange monk’s robe, all the other literary saints swayed and teleported over the sword map, and in a moment they swept the nine Buddhist Dharma-protecting heavenly kings. The battle group was surrounded in the middle. As for the sword map, the Buddhist guardians who still slaughtered the Confucian disciples, they didn’t even look at it! Because, in the direction of Wen Sheng’s appearance, Murong Jiang and other disciples from various aristocratic families also rushed over…

More than a dozen literati stood still in mid-air, and the powerful aura around their bodies enveloped the space above the sword map for thousands of miles. The origin of this aura was all Confucianism, so it was easy to unite. These literati looked at each other. At a glance, although they may not be able to see each other, their hearts have long been communicated through this breath. Gong Shu Yanyin and other five literati recite the inscription of Jia, and their true qi crashed into the battle group to help the elders of the Chu family, Kong Cheng, etc. The six Wen Sheng raised their hands, and each took a picture of the sword under them.

Confucian cultivators always wanted to cover the sky with one hand, and these six big hands covered the entire sky. After falling into the sword map, the entire sword map trembled violently, and then tens of millions of sword pillars pierced into the sky. Not only that, countless arrogant crystal filaments in the void fell into this sword column madly, and the sword column was as thick as a mountain just as it rushed out of a thousand feet.

“Buzz…” Jianzhu made a terrifying sound of sword cries, one by one condensed into the real body and born from the bodies of these Wensheng, it was the Buddha Dharma Protector who held the Jianzhu and stabbed at each battle group!

“Amitabha, I have really gained a lot of insight today. Not only did I see a Confucian scholar and a sage wearing a woman’s body, but I also saw that the Confucian scholar and the sage used to dominate the crowd. The words on the face are just a mask used to decorate peace!” Fu Jiao Tianwang finally lost to Chu Yun and Gongshu Yanyin’s joint efforts, struggling to get out of the battle group and shouting loudly, his The Jiaolong under his feet is now ripped apart, his body is twitching extremely, and it seems that he is no longer alive.

Gong Shuyan’s five-colored infuriating energy condensed into half a bauhinia flower on the top of Yin Dingmen, and he leaned out from the chaotic and unusual aura and mind power, and said coldly: “You are the protector of the Paradise of Elysium, and eliminating demons and guarding the Buddha is the right way. But here is the way. What is it? My Confucianist territory, you invade my territory, kill my disciple, and what justice do you want to talk about with my Confucianist?”

“The true meaning of my Buddhist sect is bright and upright, and the Buddha’s light is universal to all sentient beings. Your Confucianism and scriptures are narrow and difficult to justify. The people of Limin in the Tibetan Immortal Continent choose my Buddhist scriptures. You don’t wait for three times, but instead you kill the Buddha’s light of my Buddhism. This is not the essence. The devil in your eyes? What is the difference between you waiting to set up such a trap to lure my Buddhist son into the bait, and what is the difference between the prostitutes in front of the brothel who seduce the good people? Destroyed, the surrounding space was also blocked by more than a dozen literary saints, and King Fu Jiao knew that today’s affairs would not end well, so he simply tore his face, and even put the word “prostitute” on the head of Confucian Xiu.

Others may not care, but the abnormal red and blue on Chu Yun’s face is not only because the trap of the blood of the gods and demons is set up by his Chu family, but also because there are some problems with the origin of the Bameisu that he possessed before. , For a time, despite the strength of the eighth-grade Yuanli, Chu Yun’s heart couldn’t help but clutter. Chu Yun’s heart was messed up, and he was immediately seen by King Fu Jiao, and when King Fu Jiao didn’t see any action, a ray of Buddha light suddenly appeared on Chu Yun’s chest, but this Buddha light was not the right way, but brought Bloodshot, each cluster of Buddha’s light has the shape of a devil’s head.