Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 233

The phantom is as majestic as a mountain, reflecting the billowing dark clouds in the sky, and the Lingshan Mountains with Zhongxiu's sensibility already have another look.

In the position above the formation, a wave of power is constantly oscillating.

Both the Demon Sect and the Immortal Sect have many powers of transforming gods dispatched, and fierce battles broke out!

"Boom."

The quaint bronze bell containing infinite mana flew out, cutting through the darkness of the demon cloud, and threw the demon body of an ancestor of the demon sect flying, splashing a lot of blood.

The power of the ancient clock's explosion was terrifying, even Huashen Yuanshen couldn't bear it, cracks appeared one after another, and seemed to be torn apart.

"Roar."

The naked red-haired primordial spirit behind the ancestor of the Mozong uttered a sky-shattering roar, and the mana in his body was released, forming a magic ball that overwhelmed Mount Tai.

In the blink of an eye, the naked, red-haired primordial spirit continued to grow taller, becoming the size of a mountain range, with majestic mana constantly surging.

The realm of transforming gods is a leap in the essence of life for monks. The mana increases violently, breaks through the suppression of space, and the awakened soul has the power to shake the world.

However, under normal circumstances, the supernatural powers would not easily use their natal primordial spirit, because the consumption is too huge and the destructive power is amazing, which is a guarantee method.

Usually only in the emergency situation of a life-and-death decisive battle, the monk will manifest the primordial spirit and show all his strength without reservation.

"You have just become a God of Transformation, yet you dare to act presumptuously in front of me."

The owner of the quaint bronze bell is the ancestor of Xuanqing Palace. He saw the huge bell floating in his palm, and said in a deep voice.

While speaking, the copper bell grew rapidly, like a revolving star, with boundless shadows, and suppressed the chaos ball where the ancestor of the Demon Sect was located.

At this moment, another ancestor of the Ten Sects of the Demon Dao rushed over. The original god was hundreds of feet tall, majestic and majestic, like a mountain, dressed in dark red armor, exuding incomparably majestic evil magic power, offering sacrifices A magic seal came out and crashed into the ancient clock of Xuanqing.

"Old Patriarch Xuanqing, don't go crazy."

While speaking, he had already mobilized his own demon energy and mental power, and fully activated the vast magic seal.

Millions of complex black magic patterns emerged on the surface of the magic seal, and majestic purple thunder emerged.

"boom."

Another bright dark thunder burst out, viciously bombarding the formation barrier.

There was quite a violent vibration in the formation, but it was not broken.

"Xuanqing, we are here to help you!"

The Master of Lotus Sect, Master Taihao, Sword Master Qingyun and other existences made moves one after another, concentrating all their power on Xuanqing Guzhong.

The light on Gu Zhong's body became more and more dazzling, like a round of sun hanging in the sky, the ancestor Xuanqing's white beard fluttered with the wind, his old eyes were piercing, and he activated his natal magic weapon again to launch a more powerful attack.

With the blessings of many ancestors, coupled with the strength of tens of thousands of monks in Lingshan, he does not believe that he cannot stop the attack of the Demon Sect.

Yet at this moment.

At the foot of a mountain range surrounded by lush green trees, a handsome black-haired man stepped on green vines and landed, far away from the battle between immortals and demons.

This person is Situ Huan.

"As long as you hold back the ancestors of Lingshan and take advantage of the chaotic battle between the two sides, I will have a chance to get the Jiange ancestor artifact." Situ Huan laughed secretly, and looked towards the interior of Wuji Immortal Sect.

The sword pavilion, which is slowly and high, passes through the clouds and mist, very conspicuous.

He took out a token from the Lord of the Rings and pointed it at the large formation in front of him.

With a burst of flickering, space ripples appeared, and an entrance opened in front of him.

He successfully walked into the interior of Lingshan.

This token was obtained with great difficulty from a true disciple of the Immortal Sect, for today.

Where the Jiange is located, the mountain peaks are like sharp swords and go straight into the sky, and the top of the mountain is in the shape of a sword, symbolizing the holy land of swordsmanship, and the two are suspended above the sea of ​​clouds like isolated islands.

At this time, there were very few people in the sect, and Situ Huan was basically unhindered all the way.

Following the guidance of the Lord of the Rings, he walked towards the location of the Jiange.

The Demon Lord was sealed by Yanzu's natal flying sword back then, and was trapped in the abyss of the Demon Ridge all day long. The demonic blood in his body was completely drained. Special Lord of the Rings.

It can guide the location of the ancestor. ,

"Stop comers!"

"Who trespassed on the important place of Jiange!"

When Situ Huan came to Jiange, several disciples on duty stopped and reprimanded him.

"boom!"

Situ Huan's face was gloomy and cold, and with a wave of his big hand, a wave of Nascent Soul Realm coercion swept out, directly knocking the guarding disciples flying, causing him to vomit blood and lose consciousness.

These minions were no match for him at all.

Stepping into the gate of the Jiange, you can feel the sharp sword intent like a needle.

Situ Huan was already very excited, he was only one step away from finding Yanzu's second ancestral artifact, and breaking the demon lord's seal was just around the corner.

However, just when he was about to set foot on the second floor.

A decadent old man appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Situ Huan obviously used his divine sense to detect, and felt that this person's strength was no more than that, but he also faintly felt a dangerous aura.

"The old man is the sword watcher of this sword pavilion, responsible for taking care of and cleaning the sword here."

Old man Wang responded indifferently, not because of Situ Huan's cultivation.

"Since you're just a sword watcher, leave quickly and don't get in the way. Maybe I can spare your life."

Situ Huan didn't act rashly, but provoked her with words first.

Old man Wang was unmoved, he just stood in front of him in such a simple and ordinary way, without any intention of getting out of the way.

"It is my duty to watch the sword."

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude."

Situ Huan let out a cold snort, gathering the devilish energy in his palm, he kept accumulating strength, and struck out a palm, intending to smash the opponent into pieces.

Old man Wang looked indifferent, raised his five fingers, and an invisible sword intent scattered in all directions.

"Zheng!"

The cold iron flying sword and magic weapon war sword on the first iron frame all made a buzzing sound and shot out.

The coldness of the sword light in the Jiange magnified hundreds of times, and it charged towards Situ Huan.

Murderous aura surged, forming a stream of silver light, piercing through this palm in the blink of an eye, and stabbing towards Situ Huan.

"Damn!"

Situ Huan cursed, his face ugly.

In just a few breaths of time, he had already felt the strength of the old man who watched the sword.

The sword intent on his body is too sharp and the pressure is too great, making one feel as if one is in a boundless sea of ​​swords.

Unexpectedly, there is such a master in the Jiange.

This is at least the power of transforming gods.

He, Situ Huan, thought that there was no opponent under the God Transformation, and an ordinary God Transformation could handle one or two, but facing the old man, he felt tremendous pressure.

How could such a strong man stay in the Jiange all the time?
Pressing his doubts, Situ Huan could only deal with the flying sword in front of him first.

Without being sloppy at all, he directly displayed "The 36 Changes of Heavenly Demon".

Received the protection of the phantom of the demon, struggling to resist the mighty sword intent.

Old man Wang still looked indifferent, took out a flying sword on the iron frame with one hand, and muttered:

"Qingping, weighing three catties and nine taels, four feet and four inches long, made of top-quality emerald jade, its master has spent his entire life eliminating demons and defending Taoism, and has excellent swordsmanship. After 300 years of fighting between immortals and demons, he returned after slaughtering many demon sects. "

Situ Huan didn't hear what the other party was saying at all, but it didn't affect the feeling of the other party's aura.

--Ding
"Whoa!"

Qingping slashed down, and the sword energy was boundless, causing the first-changing phantom to shatter directly.

Situ Huan was thrown out of the Jiange, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

One-sided crushing, without a trace of suspense.

Seeing this, Situ Huan couldn't care less about looking for the ancestral artifact, so he could only run away in a panic, and disappeared near the Jiange in a flash.

But the old man Wang looked at the sky with his sword, his eyes were calm, and he had no intention of chasing him at all.

It was as if he couldn't step out of this sword pavilion.

Situ Huan ran for his life all the way, only to realize that the old man hadn't caught up with him halfway through the escape, so he stopped in mid-air, feeling lingering fear and uncertainty at the same time.

I don't know why the old man didn't chase him out.

"Could it be that he has to stay in the Jiange to unleash such strength?"

I guessed like this in my heart, but my face still became gloomy.

If this is the case, it may be difficult for him to enter the Jiange.

If you can't get the ancestor artifact, the purpose of this trip has failed.

Demon Sect dispatched so many strong men, not afraid of sacrifice, planning for several years, just for this day.

If he fails, his position as a devil may be lost.

At this moment, a dazzling light appeared on the surface of the Lord of the Rings.

"This is."

There was a flash of light in Situ Huan's eyes, and he was a little surprised.

If the Lord of the Rings responds, it means that there is an ancestor artifact nearby.

But this place is already far away from Jiange, how could it be?

"Could it be that"

He suddenly thought of something,
In addition to proving the existence of the ancestor artifact, it also shows that there are people connected with Yanzu's blood nearby.

With this in mind, Situ Huan followed the guidance of the Lord of the Rings all the way to another place.

There was actually a beautiful mountain peak in front of me, with a pleasant scenery and a lake.

(End of this chapter)