Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 132 Jinzhou Demon Sect Storms, White-clothed Ghost Faces a Sword to the Sky

The sky of Jinzhou City was shrouded in a layer of black clouds, as if pressing on people's hearts, making people breathless.

"Boom!"

A huge muffled sound broke the silence and spread throughout the city, causing the people in the city to look at each other, not knowing what happened.

The muffled sound is not thunder, but comes from above the city.

"This bloody disaster comes from the Demon Gate."

Standing in front of the window, Zhao Huai looked at the scene in the sky, and already understood where the extreme evil of copper coin divination came from.

The Demon Sect competes for the ancestral artifact, and they all feel that the ancestral artifact is on the body of the Great Yan True Dragon, that is, on their own.

The result of the divination has not changed at the moment, which means that he has only escaped the catastrophe temporarily, and the crisis is far from over.

I don't know what happened to Xiangyun, and whether he can save his life under the hands of the old devil.

The news of the ancestral artifact is released, and the demon gates gather. These demon cultivators enter the city, and the people are afraid that they will suffer.

No matter what, you have to find your wife first. Today's Jinzhou is very dangerous.

Each of the above things is what Zhao Huai is worried about now.

"Your Highness, I think we can meet Fairy Yueqing first. She has a high cultivation base, and no one in the Demon Sect can match her."

Yin Nanyu looked at Zhao Huai's back and expressed her opinion.

Zhao Huai nodded, and said cautiously: "However, my current face should not appear for the time being."

Yin Nanyu also recognized it very much.

"That's right, the pawnbroker is dead now, His Highness should show another face, so as to avoid being chased and killed by this devil."

Without hesitation, Zhao Huai took out a mask from the storage ring and put it on directly.

With a blue face and long fangs, it is holding a vicious ghost.

But when Yin Nanyu saw this face, she was stunned on the spot.

Why is this face so familiar?

correct!

Isn't this the ghost face in white at the top of the capital?

Yin Nanyu still had a fresh memory of the white-clothed sword fairy who made a scene in the imperial city that night!

So, Zhao Huai is the variable person that Ye Yaxian said!

At this moment, Yin Nanyu was shocked.

She never imagined that Prince Yan and Ghost Face in White are the same person in front of her!

In addition to being surprised, after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was reasonable.

It is not even an exaggeration to say that this is a good thing.

Because since the white-clothed ghost slashed the imperial city with a sword, Daxia's national fortune has obviously deteriorated.

In this way, the other party's purpose that night finally made sense.

The ghost face in white was originally Da Xia's enemy.

It is also very reasonable to kill the imperial city alone and cut off the fate of the Great Xia.

This just coincides with my goal.

"What's wrong? Did it scare you?"

Zhao Huai turned around and found that Yin Nanyu was in a daze, stretching out his hand and shaking it in front of her eyes.

"No, I'm just curious why His Highness chose such a mask."

Yin Nanyu's expression was normal, she smiled lightly, showing no flaws.

Facing the bronze mirror in front of him, Zhao Huai straightened his collar, put on the ghost mask slowly, and said with a light smile:
"Isn't it common to scare the enemy?"

"Your Highness said yes."

"The title Your Highness is too formal and easy to reveal, so let's call him Young Master."

"Yes."

There are so many people coming from the magic gate, but there is no response from the fairy gate.

This is so wrong.

It is necessary for the people of Xianmen to discover the changes in Jinzhou, otherwise it will be very dangerous for them alone to fight against several great demon sects.

Holding the jade order given to him by Gu Tianji from the Taoist Temple of Longevity, Zhao Huai thought to himself.

Before going out, he took one last look at the pitch-black sky, and murmured:

"The good Jinzhou City has become like this."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Huai jumped up and left with his sword.

After Yin Nanyu tore up a talisman, a pair of black wings formed behind her and chased after her.

The top of Jinzhou.

The demonic energy surged, and the blood was red for thousands of miles.

There are rivers of blood flowing in the dark sky, constantly surging.

Most of the people in Jinzhou closed their doors.

Hiding in the house shivering.

In the originally lively alleys, ghosts and ghosts floated, teeth and claws.

Ugly walking corpses lined up the streets, carrying a black sedan chair, moving forward slowly.

It's like a scene where ghosts walk in the night and corpses carry coffins.

The gloomy and miserable voice wailed, and many demons and ghosts cleared the way ahead, as if it were endless.

These are all made by demons, just like slaves and servants.

Many monks with bad intentions will indeed tame some demons and ghosts for their own drive, using them as tools to kill people.

This kind of behavior hurts the peace of heaven, is not ashamed by the righteous way, and is spurned and hunted down by the immortal sect.

Qiu Yueqing stood on a high eaves, holding a sword independently, and the radiant spirit sword became more and more bright against the background of the dark sky.

There are already many corpses of demon cultivators piled up under him.

It's just that her cold jade face is still full of dignity.

The number of Demon Sect powerhouses in front of her has exceeded her estimate.

The entire Jinzhou is surrounded by demon gates, and it is as difficult as climbing the sky to break out.

But she can't go back.

Protecting the Great Yan True Dragon is the mission entrusted to her by Master.

Sitting on top of the ghost cloud, the ink-robed scribe saw Qiu Yueqing at a high place, and sneered:
"I didn't expect that there are still people from the Immortal Sect here. It seems that the Great Flame True Dragon is here, absolutely right."

"The ancestral artifact must be on the body of the Great Yan True Dragon. The news should be correct. That woman looks so familiar. Could it be that she wants to fight against all of us alone?"

The green poisonous mist converged into a woman as enchanting as a snake, wearing a poisonous scorpion headdress, dark eye shadow, and a charming smile.

A blood shadow streaked across the air, Yang Yuan, the chief disciple of the Blood God Sect, froze in the void, looking at the figure holding the sword, with deep eyes, he said:
"That's Fairy Linglong from Linglong Fairy Palace. This girl is extremely talented, and she is the rare Bingfengtian Spiritual Root in a hundred years. Don't be careless."

"Huh! You are also very talented, and who can come here to find the ancestor artifact, who is the idler?"

A big inch-headed man on the ground said disdainfully.

He is a true disciple of Qisha sect. Although he does not have the root of heavenly spirit, he possesses Qisha true magic art, and the magic pill can also manifest the vision of real devil.

This time, the head of the sect said that whoever can find the ancestor artifact can inherit the mantle of the Qishamen.

Many people deeply agree with the words of the inch-headed man.

As long as it is the magic cultivator who came here, which one has not had at least a hundred lives on his hands.

A large number of Jindan Realm powerhouses, who are not seen on weekdays, gathered here today.

Their goals are the same, only for the ancestors.

"Hahaha, let me tell you fairy, you are alone today, what chance do you think you have of winning?"

The big inch-headed man smiled ferociously, and sent a voice transmission to the air.

"Killing you is as easy as flipping your palm."

Qiu Yue responded calmly.

Facing the provocation, she made a decisive move, her body reached up in an instant, and she held up the icy sword, the light of the sword was extremely piercing.

The sword qi and frost turned into flying rivers, attacking like overwhelming heaven and sea.

The face of the inch-headed man did not change, the black energy jumped like magic flames, attached to his fists, and smashed towards the sky full of frost.

The thick black mana gathered, and a huge phantom of a black tiger slowly appeared.

The demon cultivators around were watching this scene quietly.

They only hope that the big guy with the inch head can test out Fairy Linglong's strength.

No one wanted to be the first, so this opportunity was given to him.

Qiu Yueqing's icy mana was not reserved, it poured out, and the blue frost sword energy made a hole in the void.

In just an instant, the inch-headed man was sent flying.

The opponent rolled back and forth on the ground, with such great strength that he could only stop slowly after hitting a hundred meters.

Without stopping, Qiu Yueqing raised his sword again to kill.

"Hey!"

The ice phoenix spread its wings and swept over with a monstrous cold air.

Turned the entire streets and alleys into a world of ice and snow.

Like winter in December.

The big, inch-headed man was bleeding from his mouth, struggled to stand up, and roared angrily.

The magic pill was sacrificed, and the huge phantom of the black tiger condensed again.

No one around him wanted to help him, and no one sympathized with him.

The people present were all looking for the ancestor artifact, they only felt that the fewer people competing, the better.

Qiu Yueqing looked indifferent, raised his sword to kill, walked and ran, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The majestic ice-phoenix phantom soars in the sky, and every time it flies a certain distance, it will bring biting cold.

The ghost of the black tiger didn't last a breath, and broke through in the blink of an eye.

"Crack!"

The sound of the magic pill shattering came, and the inch-headed man and tiger's eyes widened, and his whole body turned into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

He himself could not have imagined that the gap between Jindan and the same realm was so huge.

But because of his death, the demon cultivators around him could see clearly the strength of Qiu Yueqing.

"Fairy Linglong is very capable, at least above the rank six golden elixir. Don't be scruples anymore, let's make a move together, otherwise everyone will never get the ancestral artifact."

Yang Yuan of Blood God Sect transmitted voice to everyone with a cold face.

Then he took the lead, and his body slowly landed on the ground. A pair of blood wings turned into big hands, magnified countless times.

A green mist filled the air, and the femme fatale from the Wandu Sect also made a move.

The poisonous mist is corrosive, and when it touches the stone road, it dissolves completely, turning into the black color of running water.

The light green mist turned into the appearance of a poisonous scorpion, rushing towards Qiu Yueqing.

Seeing that everyone was attacking, the ink-robed scribe no longer hesitated, and drove the ghosts under his seat to fly into the sky, screaming and killing.

These people are all leaders in the Demon Sect, notorious and notorious, if not for the ancestor artifact, it would be impossible to gather here today.

Qiu Yueqing kept a calm look on his face when he saw several people teaming up.

Gather mana, gather aura, and turn into a vortex.

A golden pill rises from the chest, shining like the sun, and its light shines brightly.

"Hey!"

The ice phoenix phantom became more solid, raised its head to the sky and let out a deafening cry.

A huge frost-blue mana shield was formed on her surface, resisting all incoming attacks.

Make a loud "boom"!

The air wave dispersed, even Qiu Yueqing couldn't help but retreat slowly, and he could only hold on to a joint blow with a few people.

"Go and find the whereabouts of the ancestor artifact."

When the two sides faced each other, Yang Yuan coldly transmitted the voice.

The disciples of the Blood God Sect under his command were ordered immediately.

A large number of demon cultivators scattered around, following the guidance of the Xuebao Spirit Mouse, looking for clues to the Great Flame True Dragon.

Jinzhou Outer City, Niaoyi Lane.

At this time, Zhao Huai came from the inner city to the outer city and witnessed the chaotic scene in the city.

The streets were covered with walking corpses, free black dead souls were scurrying in the air, and the sky was shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

The monks living in seclusion in the city all rose up to resist the invasion of the demon gate.

It's just that the number of people is too small, and it's a drop in the bucket.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai's eyes were inevitably moved.

"Young Master, the reason why Fairy Yueqing did not return all night must be to resist the invasion of the Demon Sect, so her side must be extremely dangerous, why not retreat and make plans."

Yin Nanyu's eyes were indifferent, and she obviously had no affection for Jinzhou City.

In her eyes, Jinzhou is just a city, if it is really impossible, just change it.

But Zhao Huai is different, this is his home for three years.

Eating, sleeping, and practicing are all here, including the ups and downs of life and every bit of my wife.

It is absolutely impossible to say that there is no emotion at all.

But to protect Jinzhou and defeat all the demon cultivators, it is as difficult as climbing the sky.

That unfathomable old devil can raze this city.

Thinking of that purple-robed old devil, Zhao Huai felt angry in his heart.

Damn the devil, if you don't take revenge, you're not a gentleman!
But he is very clear that he is not the opponent of that devil.

You must rely on the power of Xianmen to deal with him.

He suppressed his emotions, turned his head, and muttered:
"But how can we break the blockade of this world."

"Give me half an hour, and I will definitely find a solution." Yin Nanyu said seriously.

"Half an hour."

Zhao Huai murmured, and at the same time, several demon cultivators appeared in the corner of his eyes, all of them were dressed in blood-colored robes, and they were extremely strange.

They rushed into the homes of ordinary people and acted recklessly. The men were killed and their blood was sucked dry, while the women were kept to gather yin and replenish yang.

There was a baby girl crying and sitting on the ground, no one paid attention to her.

The shopkeeper of the inn was so sad that he dared not speak out. He was slapped on the ground by a magic cultivator, and he spit out a mouthful of old blood, and fell unconscious.

The people fled in all directions, not daring to look back, for fear of being targeted by the devil.

This is the consequence of monks interfering with the secular world without restraint.

Almost a devastating blow.

Completely reduced to hell on earth.

Many magic monks need the assistance of mortals in their cultivation.

When a demon cultivator heard the baby's cry, he felt extremely irritable, his red eyes were full of murderous intent, and if he stepped on it with his big foot, he would crush the baby into a pulp.

at this time.

"Hey!"

A flash of sword light rushed up!
The demon cultivator's head was separated immediately, blood was spilled, and his body fell weakly.

The crying baby was picked up by a man in white.

Zhao Huai stood proudly with his sword in hand, his expression extremely indifferent.

"Hey, here comes another monk who is not afraid of death."

"Kill him! Don't talk nonsense, the task is important!"

"Come on together!"

Several demon cultivators discussed a few words and came to kill with weapons in hand. Those cultivation bases were all in the foundation establishment state.

Zhao Huai wore a bamboo hat, his face was calm, and the sword eyes under the ghostly face were calm.

Standing on the sword with one hand, pressing it on the straight hilt.

The slender fingers of the other hand vacated a little.

A seemingly random point turned into countless sword qi.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The few demon cultivators who rushed up were pierced by the sword energy, their pupils immediately slackened, and they all fell to the ground.

The splashed blood was about to stick to Zhao Huai's white shirt.

However, an invisible sword force flowed over his body, and the tiger's body shook suddenly, countless blood beads were shattered into misty mist and scattered.

Zhao Huai looked stern, and walked step by step on the street, looking at the shattered neighborhood crossing where corpses were everywhere.

It can be said that the heart is extremely angry.

These are the corpses of the common people!
His consciousness spread out abruptly, and he found that there were countless such things in the whole city.

"Son."

Yin Nanyu, who followed, looked at the tragedies on both sides of the street, frowned, and hesitated to speak.

She couldn't say she was used to it, but she had obviously seen such scenes before, so she wasn't uncomfortable.

"Woooo!"

The only sound in the dead air was the sound of a baby crying.

"Take good care of her, hurry up and break the formation, I will buy you time."

Zhao Huai handed the baby to Yin Nanyu and left.

Yin Nanyu took the cloth wrap and glanced at the baby girl in her arms.

When he looked up again, Zhao Huai had disappeared.

The top of Jinzhou.

Dressed in white, he leaned against the fence of the dangerous building and looked at the scarred Jinzhou City.

A monstrous murderous look appeared in Zhao Huai's eyes.

The momentum of the whole person soared, and in the next second, it turned into an indestructible gas bomb, piercing through every street.

The speed of light harvested the lives of the demon cultivators below.

Until the scene of rows of corpses carrying coffins appeared in front of my eyes, like an army.

Zhao Huai pressed Zhujian's right hand tighter and tighter.

The turbulent energy all over his body spread rapidly, and the mana poured into the spirit sword boundlessly, but the fiery sword energy that escaped wantonly from his body became more and more gorgeous like a rainbow.

The next moment reached a peak.

Draw the sword, chop.

boom -

Even the city was shaken.

The majestic sword energy shot out, and the sword buzzed like a howling cold wind, as if it was about to tear the sky into pieces.

From a distance, it looks like a scorching sun, shining all over the world.

The walking corpse in front of him couldn't bear the erosion of the sword energy, and his whole body couldn't help but collapsed, being smashed into pieces by the sword energy all over the sky.

Soon, the walking corpses in the whole street were chopped up.

In the black sedan chair halfway away from the city, a gloomy wind blew, and the old man in black robe sat inside, holding the whisk in his hand, and said doubtfully.

"Who's sword energy is this, it's so overbearing."

Not only the old man in black robe, but also far away on another battlefield in Jinzhou.

All the leaders of the magic sect have sensed it.

"It seems that there is more than one disciple of Xianmen."

"Someone is bad and I'm waiting for good things. You continue to deal with her. I'll go and have a look."

Confucian robed literati transmit voice.

Then sat on the ghost cloud and left here.

Qiu Yueqing watched him leave, but she was powerless.

With one-to-many, although she is not at a disadvantage, she can't do anything to them.

Numbers are at a disadvantage.

Can only rely on mana to hold on.

The ink-robed scribe rode a ghost cloud to the place where the movement happened.

Seeing blood red all over the place.

Moxiu's corpses fell in piles.

"It's a sword repair."

The ink-robed scribe murmured.

Before he could react, a violent wave of spiritual energy appeared in his consciousness.

Intensified.

The sound is crisp and piercing.

It's the sound of swords, the sound of swords.

The sky and the earth are like a giant dragon neighing, resounding throughout the area, surrounded by a thick sound that is difficult to eliminate.

Sword Qi phantoms all over the sky floated in mid-air, raging like waves.

It is completely the scene of Wan Jian returning to the sect.

Looking from a distance, a figure appeared in the void.

When the momentum reached its peak, it looked like the sword energy of the whole city was superimposed on Zhao Huai's body.

Under the dark sky, the sword light was as bright as day.

The aura that frightened the world poured back, reappearing between the heaven and the earth.

Not only the ink robe scribes are included in it, but also the magic cultivators of the major streets are included in it.

"This is!"

The ink-robed scribe turned pale with fright, seeing the terrifying sword aura, his eyes couldn't believe it.

And the demon cultivators all looked at the majestic sword energy in astonishment, and cut down majestically.

There is no place to hide if you want to hide.

A deep fear welled up in my heart.

(End of this chapter)