Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 228 Two monks rush to help, the battle of the magic gate

at this time.

In an ancient city on the border of Zhongzhou, the streets, castles, and cornices are in order, and one can imagine how prosperous it used to be.

But now, patches of black ghost fog let out creepy and sharp roars, continuously surging above the street intersection, leaving corpses all over the place.

Will-o'-the-wisps soared into the sky, and magic smoke rose everywhere.

An ancient city with a long history turned into a sea of ​​flames and ruins, and became a place where demons and demons ravaged.

The central city lord's mansion of the ancient city, headed by the Seventh Devil, and the magic cultivator team enshrined by the Tianmo Palace as guards surrounded the huge mansion, but also came, as well as dead spirits from the land of hell, standing at the door.

Some of them have pale skin, rotting flesh, dark eyes, and strange postures, like corpses. Some have no physical body, floating in the air, and there are gaps where the eyes should be, and green will-o'-the-wisps flickering.

Corresponding to the corpse family and the ghost family respectively.

The two sides confronted each other in the street, and all the Daxia soldiers and monks stationed in the city retreated into the city lord's mansion, trying to resist one or two with the formation.

"These demon cultivators and monsters from outside the realm really deserve to die! Let alone attacking my Great Xia territory, their hands are covered in blood, and they have committed countless crimes. These people are so innocent, why can't they come at us!"

A soldier in the Great Xia army, wearing heavy armor, cursed with anger in his chest.

"At the moment the enemy is strong and we are weak, if we act rashly, the whole army may be wiped out." A middle-aged general with a beard and scum stood up, with his calloused hands pressing on the scabbard, and spoke soothing words.

He is the commander of Anbeidu, the chief officer in charge of the city defense of Yizhou, Wang Tan.

As the commander of a state, how can he not be annoyed, but right now they can only wait for reinforcements, and there is a glimmer of hope that they can report the news of the fall of this place to the Empress.

Wang Tan looked around for a week, looking at the monks in the backyard who were resting with their eyes closed and taking the elixir, and sighed inwardly.

The general situation is imminent, and no one can be alone.

How active he was in responding to the troop dispatching order issued by His Majesty the Empress at that time, how embarrassed he is now.

But he didn't regret it, if he didn't come forward, all those old and young women and children in Daxia would become the food of these monsters outside the realm.

At present, I only hope that the two waves of forces outside the mansion can fight to fight for a little more life for them.

Outside the mansion.

The leader of the corpse clan is a very weird guy, his body is covered with white shrouds, only his gloomy eyes are exposed, he looks like a mummy.

However, these seemingly ordinary shrouds have complex and ancient imprints faintly appearing on them, as if they have some magical effect.

This person is a great power of the corpse clan, the Wood Walking Corpse King, who has been awake for tens of thousands of years, which can be traced back to crawling out of the corpse grave of the Eighth Patriarch.

The birth of the Corpse Clan depends on the bones of all kinds of creatures, and the Eight Patriarch Corpse Tomb is the most vicious tomb standing near the Yin River in Huangquan.

Huangquan Tiandi is not just a name, there is indeed a river in it, which is extremely turbid and full of evil spirits. It is called Huangquan, and it is also called Yin River.

Every minute and every second of every day, all kinds of ancient creatures are revived from the river.

The comparison among the corpse clan is to compare who has been dead for a long time and who has the most mysterious origin.

Because the longer the dead, the stronger the awakened power, the higher the original strength, and the higher the starting point after becoming a corpse clan.

So there is a talk about the awakening years.

"Whether it's the fairy gate or the demon gate, there is no need to say much, just wipe out all these human races, and then attack together, break through the defensive formation, and wipe out all the creatures here. Just pay attention to the preservation of the corpses. I want to refine them. Made into war corpses."

The Wood Walking Corpse King's voice was extremely hoarse, like claws rubbing against glass. Although the words were plain, the cruelty was clearly revealed.

What the Corpse Clan likes to do most is to turn other creatures into their own kind, and then act as subordinates, so that they can expand their strength infinitely, which is a thing that they never tire of.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

In front of the Wood Walking Corpse King stood several rotting giant corpses, masked, muscular, five meters tall, holding a heavy hammer, screaming unconsciously, they had no intelligence, and their every move was controlled by the corpse king.

"Boom!"

The giant corpse smashed the sledgehammer to the ground with great noise, even more terrifying than the physical strength of some demon kings.

More importantly, they are tireless and painless, even if their heads are cut off, they can still fight, their vitality is tenacious, and they are basically immortal.

Immediately afterwards, the existence of the ghost king in the ghost sedan also ordered to attack, and a wave of ghostly mist rushed towards him with teeth and claws.

The demon monks are all blood-licking and cruel characters by nature. Even if they saw these scenes, they couldn't help but panic from the bottom of their hearts.

"Don't panic." A short-haired man in a magic-weave battle armor said in a deep voice. He took out a magic bead stained with green light in his hand, and just shook it lightly. Majestic magic energy gushed out from the magic bead, turning into With a big solid hand, he slapped away the thick fog of the ghost.

He is the seventh devil from the ten sects of the devil, named Gu Fan. His strength is not comparable to that of the first devil, Situ Huan, but he should not be underestimated. He is the best among the many devils.

Facing several giant corpses, Gu Fan pulled out a pitch-black saber in his palm, and disappeared in place the next second.

When he reappeared, he appeared on top of the heads of several giant corpses. He slashed down with his sword, and the intent of the sword was extremely condensed, and the momentum gathered into a lone black wolf.

The intent of the knife is like a thread of silk. In one breath, countless knives are cut out, and several giant corpses are directly smashed into pieces, even if they want to stand up.

After doing this, the devil Gu Fan showed no expression on his face, and immediately issued an order to let the surrounding demon cultivators kill the corpses and ghosts.

Seeing Gu Fan's skill, Mu Xingshi Wang was a little surprised: "Heavenly Demon Heaven and Earth are so good at cultivating so many powerful talents."

The Heavenly Demon World was also famous in the Middle Ages. After all, it was a world opened up by the ancient gods. However, with the rapid decline after that battle, the Demon Lord was still sealed in the Immortal World, and the Heavenly Demon gradually fell silent.

"If you want to gain a foothold in Zhongzhou, you must win this city. This truth is not only understood by you!"

The Wood Walking Corpse King planned to do it himself. He stretched out his arm, and the shroud in his hand emitted dazzling runes, which became longer and thicker, rolling towards Gu Fan.

"Ding!"

Gu Fan stabbed down to no avail, and made a collision sound.

It shows that the shroud is indeed very strong.

"Amitabha, since it is already a thing of the underworld, why bother to create suffering in the world."

A Buddha's horn sounded, attracting the attention of both parties.

In the direction of the street, two monks walked out, one fat and one thin.

The first one is a red cassock monk with a round head and a round head, wearing mud-stained straw sandals. Every time he takes a step, a golden Buddha lotus gathers on the ground, with golden light shining on the top of his head, and his body is strong and powerful.

Holding a golden Zen staff in one hand, the other hand is unhurriedly twisting the relic beads.

Another tall and thin monk was wearing a blue monk robe, with a golden steel ring around his neck, and a red dragon-wrapped staff on his back.

Holding Jinmeng in one hand, clasped together with one hand, his face was calm.

It is the two monks Fuhu and Canglong from Xiaolingyin Temple.

It's been a long time since the two eminent monks have practiced meditation for many years, and their strength has improved, and they have already entered the realm of Nascent Soul.

Today, both of them came prepared. Monk Fuhu wore a treasured robe with thousands of patterns, held a top-notch natal magic weapon to suppress magic, twisted the Buddha's relic in his hand, and Monk Canglong held a dragon-subduing stick, wore an emperor's heaven and earth circle around his neck, and held a purple gold Baomeng is well equipped.

"Where did the monk come from, he doesn't know how to live or die!"

The Wood Walking Corpse King snorted coldly, and immediately manipulated a walking corpse in heavy armor, holding a spear, and flew towards the first fat monk.

But the next second.

Monk Canglong blinked and threw his hand holding Zijin Baomeng upwards. The dragon subduing stick behind him seemed to be entangled with a rope, and it automatically fell into his right hand. And eat.

"boom!"

With a flick of the long stick, there was a crackling sound, which directly shattered the armored corpse, which was comparable to a Golden Core cultivator, together with its armor and limbs, and bombarded it into slag.

Immediately afterwards, Monk Canglong stood upright, put the long stick behind his back, and took over the falling Jinmeng with his other hand.

Everything is just counting interest time.

This startled the Wood Walking Corpse King, only then did he realize that these two monks were not easy to mess with, so he took a step back subconsciously.

Monk Fu Hu took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, raised his golden Zen staff, exposed two thick arms, pointed at the people on both sides, and spit out rolling Buddha voice, shaking all directions:

"Come here today, whether you are from the Demon Sect or from outside the realm, please come back."

Holding a long knife in his hand, Gu Fan focused his eyes on the two monks, his eyes flickering faintly, and said to the Heavenly Demon Palace beside him:
"Xu Gongfeng, are you going to test the depth of the two of them?"

"I still need to try? Isn't it just two strong men in the Nascent Soul Realm? If there is only one of us waiting, it's really hard to say, but there are still ghosts from Huangquan here today, so it's hard to say about this battle."

The priest of Tianmo Palace turned a blind eye to Gu Fan's order and muttered something, obviously cherishing his life.

This is also normal.

The major priests obeyed the orders of the demon son Situ Huan, and they were placed beside the major demons, in name as assistants, but in fact as surveillance.

Unless you encounter life and death, you will generally not make a move.

Gu Fan had expected this ending, even though he was dissatisfied, he did not attack, and ordered to the demon cultivators around him blankly: "Why are you standing still, these two monks challenged my demon sect's prestige, not killing is not enough to calm the anger, Why don't you kill him soon?"

The demon cultivators looked at each other, hesitated, but finally rushed forward.

All kinds of magic weapons and methods came one after another, and monk Fu Hu was unhurried, thinking in his mouth.

Soon, a series of tadpole-like golden scriptures surrounded Monk Fuhu, forming a solid golden barrier.

Afterwards, Monk Fuhu hit him with a Zen stick, arousing a majestic Buddha Qi, and all these demon cultivators vomited blood and flew out backwards.

"Sin, sin, since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."

Monk Fuhu is like a smiling tiger, he is acting obediently while taking advantage of it, stepping on the dragon and tiger, growing lotuses at every step, and hitting Gu Fan's position.

At the same time, the Wood Walking Corpse King grasped the secret technique, and controlled more than a dozen armor walking corpses, arranged them in a battle formation, and attacked and killed Monk Canglong.

Although it can only exude the strength of the Golden Core Realm, many walking corpses are arranged in a formation, and the power rises by more than one step, which can surround and kill Nascent Soul cultivators.

Monk Canglong's steps were light, and a series of afterimages appeared. While throwing out the imperial circle, he smashed it with a sap.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

There was a series of explosions.

Fourteen war corpses were hit by the Qiankun circle, and at the same time they flew upside down, they were shot down to the ground by swinging the Dragon Subduing Stick.

Soon, all the corpses were torn apart by the huge force and turned into pieces.

The Wood Walking Corpse King lost many mysterious walking corpses in a row, and they were all backlashed. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath weakened a bit.

His eyes were horrified and he felt palpitations.

Is this monk's cultivation really so terrifying?
However, Monk Canglong's expression looked very relaxed, and he didn't even use his full strength.

On the other hand, Gu Fan also felt uncomfortable against Monk Fu Hu.

"The mere corpse tribe also wants to resist Fowei?" Monk Fuhu noticed that the battle next door had ended, and while laughing at it, he seemed to realize that it was so immodest, restrained his smile, and said solemnly:

"See, this is the end."

"Humph!"

Gu Fan snorted coldly and didn't speak, and said silently in his heart:

"Tianmo 36 changes."

A majestic phantom vision gradually rose.

"Tianmo 36 changes?"

Monk Fu Hu felt that this move was extremely familiar, and frowned slightly.

He didn't expect that Gu Fan would also be able to transform into 36 Heavenly Demons.

Isn't this supernatural power unique to the demon lord's direct disciple?
As far as he knew, there was only one direct disciple of the devil lord, and that was the number one devil, Situ Huan.

"You still know how to do this?"

Although Monk Fu Hu was surprised, he didn't panic. On the contrary, he chuckled and smashed the golden Zen stick in his hand to the ground. Sparks splashed and the ground cracked.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the entire city was shaken, and a crack several feet wide was opened in the open street.

All the demon cultivators present gasped, fear arose in their eyes.

What a horrible monk.

If it wasn't for the appearance, they would believe it was a domineering humanoid demon king.

At this time, the priest of the Tianmo Palace was very puzzled when he saw Gu Fan's 36 transformations of the Tianmo.

At the same time, he was puzzled: "How could he, could it be that the devil also passed it on to him, but it's impossible."

After thinking carefully, he thought so:

"It must be reported to Lord Mozi."

Immediately, the voice of the Buddha came from the midair, and the monk Fuhu began to chant sutras, and the Buddha's light on his body began to skyrocket. A copy of the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" made the undead howl in pain, and all the demonic energy disappeared.

Countless ghosts beside the ghost sedan turned into blue smoke and were transformed by Buddhist scriptures. Even the ghost king could only retreat three feet and gallop towards the sky.

All the dark clouds that had shrouded the ancient city dissipated, revealing the blue sky and white clouds.

"Xu Gongfeng, why don't you make a move?"

Gu Fan stepped back quickly, and sent a sound transmission to the location of the enshrinement in the Demon Palace.

The priest of Tianmo Palace turned cold, thought for a moment, and decided to make a move.

With a movement of his body, black magic flames ignited in his arms, and he slapped Monk Fuhu with his palm.

Monk Fuhu slapped the relic in his hand, and a phantom full of golden light sat cross-legged in the void.

He returned a palm to the offering.

The holy light crosses the world, and the golden Buddha fills the sky.

An extremely shocking picture was formed, as if the Buddha came in person and slapped a palm.

At the critical moment, Gu Fan looked at the back of the enshrined in the Demon Palace, and quietly withdrew his magical powers.

The Heavenly Demon 36 Transformations dissipated immediately.

Let the priest bear the shadow of Buddha all over the sky, but he himself crushed the teleportation talisman and disappeared in this world.

"You!"

It was already too late when the enshrinement of the Heavenly Demon Palace was discovered.

He also didn't expect that Gu Fan would betray him.

The whole person was hit by Fuhu monk's palm, spit out a big mouthful of blood, and flew backwards.

"Amitabha."

Monk Fuhu stood up with a smile, and the golden Zen staff flew out, smashing the enshrined demon body to pieces.

Nascent Soul escaped and wanted to escape.

Seeing this, Monk Canglong threw out Zijin Baomeng, forming a strong suction force, and directly sucked his Yuanying into Jinmeng.

"gone."

A cold sound transmission came from the ghost sedan, and then escaped into the space without a trace.

All the ghosts have been saved, and there is no need for him to stay here.

The Wood Walking Corpse King wanted to leave, but was covered by a mouthful of Zijin Baomeng, restricting his movement and unable to escape.

"I have the shroud of the corpse ancestor to protect my body, and I have the essence and blood of the corpse ancestor. What can you do to me?"

The Wood Walking Dead King let out a roar, extremely unwilling.

It feels like all abilities are restrained and not brought out.

"You don't have to worry about this, the abbot will deal with it after he brings you back." Monk Fuhu smiled.

With a flash of blue light, the corpse king was also brought into Mengzhong.

At the end of the war, Monk Canglong looked at the dilapidated city, holding Jinmeng in his hand, and said calmly: "Brother, now that the great world is coming, the safety of the empress is more important. There has been no news from Xizhou for a long time, so I don't know what's going on. Keep going."

Monk Fu Hu smiled and said: "Junior brother, don't worry about that. If something really happened, the demon clan would have called over long ago. It's our turn to fight the demons all the way."

"The border is becoming more and more chaotic. The next wave of attacks must be coming. We must inform Her Majesty the Empress of the battle situation in the Beizhou battlefield and the actions of the Demon Sect."

"Well, that makes sense."

(End of this chapter)