I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 328 Starlight Formation in the Sky

Mi Shen's consciousness began to revive, like a humanoid real dragon waking up after sleeping for eternity. In an instant, it exuded a powerful will that was indestructible and far-reaching.

Dots of golden light flashed in the empty eye sockets, like a fairy sword unsheathed, its sharp edge revealed, extremely brilliant, drawing streaks of lightning in the sky and earth.

"When I came into the world, there was a catastrophe between heaven and earth, the world of all things was destroyed, and the Dharma was exhausted. I should establish the world by killing."

"Killing a person becomes a pillar, destroying a country becomes a vajra, and destroying a world becomes a world honor.

The Three Thousand World Honored Ones in the Three Thousand Worlds will destroy all the heavens and reopen the earth, wind, water, and fire, and they can realize the supreme path and fruit. "

He clasped his hands together and recited the sutra, each word clanging like a sharp blade from heaven, cutting directly into the soul of Zuo Guardian, causing Zuo Guardian's huge body to tear apart and stagger backwards.

Everyone in the audience gasped when they saw this scene.

"Is this the Holy Son's own strength??"

Some people thought that the Holy Son was powerful at first, but now they saw that the Holy Son was surrounded by brilliant Buddha light, shining on the void world, and even the strange gods kept exploding under the Buddhist scriptures. This obviously exceeded the power of the Taoist realm. too much.

Several eminent Buddhist monks were sitting in the audience, looking at the golden mask on the face of the Holy Son, and they looked horrified for a moment.

Some even got up and walked away, keeping their heads down the whole time and chanting repeatedly: "Namo Amitabha."

This has also aroused the curiosity of many people. The Holy Son is obviously Buddhist, but why do these Buddhist monks look like this, as if they have seen a ghost?

There are a few masters here who are proficient in Buddhism, but they look strange, as if they are thinking about something.

When asked by others, these people remained silent and waved their hands to indicate not to ask any more questions.

Finally, unable to hold back the curiosity of everyone, he asked again and again before whispering, "He is not a living Buddha."

If I say more, my jaw will die, so I dare not continue talking.

At this time, the Holy Son was walking, and there was a rustling sound all around, as if he was turning over ancient scriptures, reciting the eternal Dharma and Tao, spanning the past, present and future, and the sound was endless.

He came to Zuo Xiantong's side in one step and looked at Zuo Xiantong who had completely transformed. This holy son whose consciousness had been controlled by Mi Shen had a look of indifference in his eyes. He just gently raised his hand to touch Zuo Xiantong's body. .

"Ding!"

A light spot like a golden bean landed on Zuo Xiantong's forehead along the fingers of the Holy Son.

The next moment, Golden Douzi seemed to spread out a dazzling golden light, which spread directly over Zuo Xiantong's body, like a drop of fairy liquid, washing away the dirt all over his body.

Wherever the golden light passed, all the deformed skin was completely restored.

Finally, the golden light turned into a golden mark on Zuo Xiantong's forehead. There seemed to be a sutra inside, reciting countless Buddhist dharma all the time.

Without the embryo of Zuo Xiantong, Protector Zuo's originally torn body could no longer maintain itself, and countless lotus flowers bloomed all over his body.

The next moment, he was swallowed up by countless lotus flowers.

"boom!!"

At the same time, on the sacred mountain, Bai Jun, who was sitting in the center of the altar, opened his eyes and looked at the broken stone statue beside him, with a somewhat angry look on his face.

He stared down with cold eyes, and a white light emerged from his body, turning into a long river of chaos that penetrated the void and struck straight at the Holy Son.

"You've crossed the line!"

However, the lotus swayed and shone with blue light, and the Holy Son did not move at all, as still as a rock.

He stood there, reciting unnamed scriptures, surrounded by the long river of chaos. Countless lotuses bloomed in the long river of chaos, and in the blink of an eye, most of the long river of chaos was absorbed.

At this moment, Bai Jun's face turned dark, and he shouted angrily in a low voice: "There is still a lineage of Buddhism in this world, and you should not be born in this world!"

As he spoke, Mr. Bai actually clasped his hands together and recited the Diamond Sutra.

"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such..."

The dignified Lord of the Divine Land was actually forced to recite Buddhist scriptures at this moment, which was really shocking.

But the miraculous thing is that with the sound of chanting, the lotus in the chaotic river continues to wither.

Seeing this, the masked smile on the Holy Son's face seemed a little stiff.

In the end, he reluctantly took back the lotus, with a bit of disappointment, and flicked his long sleeves, gradually gathering the originally revived consciousness until the golden light on the golden mask completely dissipated.

"Click!!!"

There was a sound like glass exploding.

The surrounding void exploded.

Everyone suddenly came to their senses.

The world in front of him was completely white, and all the villages and villagers he had just seen disappeared.

Someone felt a cold hand touch their face, and the mask on their face turned into powder and dispersed at that moment.

"What's going on? Weren't we at a party just now?"

Wang Xiansheng and the others looked confused.

Their consciousness was still stuck in the time when they were beating drums and passing flowers. When Zuo Guardian's consciousness came, the surrounding time and space were frozen. Their consciousness was also frozen at that time, and they had no idea what was happening.

At this time, everyone looked up and saw the Holy Son and Zuo Xiantong standing together.

"Son!!"

Wang Xiansheng shouted and walked up quickly.

I saw the Holy Son with a broken golden mask on his face, standing motionless.

When Wang Xian Sheng gently reached out and patted his arm, the Holy Son suddenly came back to his senses.

His body shook, and the mask on his face shattered.

"Holy Son, are you okay?"

Wang Xiansheng and others asked with concern.

Zhang Jun nodded: "It's okay."

As he spoke, he looked at Zuo Xiantong in front of him, frowned when he saw the golden mark left on his head, and then stepped forward and tried to shout twice.

Zuo Xiantong was also confused at the moment. He gradually woke up after Zhang Jun shouted twice. He looked confused at first, then quickly glanced at him and said angrily: "Where is that piece of shit Qiu Feng!! Damn it, I'll kill him. !”

It turned out that he and Qiu Feng walked near the flower building together. I don't know what Qiu Feng said to the old ladies, and then he pulled him into the flower building.

After entering the flower house, Zuo Xiantong realized something was wrong, but it was too late by then. He had already been tricked and could only watch Qiao Feng leave.

Hearing this, Wang Xiansheng and others couldn't help but curse.

The three people behind Yang Qingshan looked embarrassed, looking around, not looking at Zuo Xiantong.

They all obviously knew about this.

"It's fine. How do you feel now?" Zhang Jun stretched out his hand and placed it on Zuo Xiantong's pulse.

If this kind of behavior were done by Zhang Jun himself, Zuo Xiantong would definitely be thrown away immediately.

After all, peeking at yourself like this will expose your entire situation.

But now that Zhang Jun is staring at the clone of the Holy Son, Zuo Xiantong is not so resistant. In addition, he is now a grasshopper on the same rope as the Holy Son, and feels that it is normal for the Holy Son to care about him.

After careful inspection, nothing dirty was found in Zuo Xiantong's body.

But the question is, why did that bastard Mi Shen leave a mark on Zuo Xiantong's forehead...

Zhang Jun had to guard against this.

"Well, find an opportunity when you go back and ask the holy monk to check it again for you. We are lucky this time, otherwise we may not have any left."

No one knew what happened, but Zhang Jun knew it.

This village was originally a trap, a place where Protector Zuo wanted to use them to complete the promotion ceremony.

According to the original setting, Protector Zuo only needs to continuously collect the masks of other strange gods, and then use their blood essence and Zuo Xiantong as the flesh shell to complete the ritual and complete the descent from the underworld again. Become a deceitful god comparable to Bai Jun.

It's a pity that Zhang Jun didn't play according to common sense and directly awakened Mi Shen's consciousness. Instead, he had Guardian Zuo prepare a scene carefully, and finally became Mi Shen's appetizer.

But I didn't expect that Mi Shen also had weaknesses.

Bai Jun just relied on the Diamond Sutra to force Mi Shen to retreat on his own.

Although he suspected that Mi Shen deliberately let things go, Mi Shen seemed to be afraid of Buddhism, and he could study it carefully in the future.

"Look, there's a barrel over there!" At this time, Yang Qingshan suddenly noticed a large barrel in the distance.

Now the whole village is gone, only a wooden barrel is left here, which looks particularly Turkic.

However, no one dared to step forward rashly for fear of being tricked again.

Finally, Zhang Jun slashed out a sword energy, penetrated the barrel, and saw a man lying in the broken barrel.

Everyone stepped forward and saw that it was Qiu Feng who had been taken away by the group of old men in the village.

Yang Qingshan stepped forward, inspected it carefully, and then shook his head helplessly at everyone.

"Bah, you deserve it!"

Wang Xiansheng cursed loudly, and quickly walked to Qiu Feng's body. He didn't mind that the guy was covered in blood, and rummaged through the body. Finally, he found a storage bag and handed it to Zhang Jun.

This scene made Yang Qingshan and the three of them frown. There were a lot of good things in this storage bag. They didn't expect it at the moment, but Wang Xiansheng took the lead.

Zhang Jun took the storage bag and cast a complimentary look at Wang Xiansheng, which made Wang Xiansheng feel elated.

There are a lot of good things in Qiu Feng's storage bag, but I am not around so I cannot identify them one by one. I will study them carefully when I get back.

"Holy Son, what should we do next?"

Yang Qingshan asked.

Now that the village is gone, they don't know what to do next.

Zhang Jun thought about it for a moment and was about to say something, but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly froze.

He looked up at the sky and saw that there was a faint light flashing above his head that was originally shrouded in white mist. Wisps of light seemed to be piercing through the clouds.

At first there were only bits and pieces, but within a short time the number actually increased.

"This is……"

Wang Xiansheng and the others looked at the flashing light above their heads, and gradually began to shout with joy and joy on their faces: "Array of Stars in the Sky!!"

Hearing Wang Xiansheng's scream, the people following Wang Xiansheng all raised their hands in celebration happily.

Zhang Jun rummaged through the Holy Son's memory and soon found information about the Starlight Formation in the Heavens.

This formation is somewhat different from the previous one in the Holy City.

They all rely on the string of relics in the hands of the holy monk as the formation eye.

But efficacy and scale are completely different concepts. This is a formation that requires the joint efforts of twenty-eight Taoist masters.

Each Taoist master holds the relic according to the number of stars, and cooperates with a group of people to form a small formation to activate the power of the stars.

Finally, they gathered into the twenty-eight heavenly starlight array.

Once this formation is completed, it will trigger the divine show of the stars, open the passages in the heavens, and attract the power of the gods to come to the world.

The power is beyond imagination.

But after this battle, not only the relics were destroyed, but also the twenty-eight Taoist masters had to lose their cultivation and become ordinary people. It was unknown whether they could survive.

In other words, after this battle, if Shenxiang cannot be wiped out, then the Holy Way will no longer be able to resist.

This is a last-ditch battle for the Holy Path. Even if they plan to spend all their money, they must completely wipe out the whole world.

"Hahaha, Shenxiang is finished this time, they are finished!!"

Wang Xiansheng and the others had also heard of this great formation, which was the strongest formation of their holy path, and they all danced with joy.

"boom!!"

A starlight suddenly fell from the northeast and hit the ground of Shenxiang hard.

A huge shock wave swept up thousands of feet of dust.

Wang Xiansheng and others, who were still opening their mouths happily, were caught off guard. Not only were they almost knocked out by the air wave, but they also had a handful of dirt stuffed into their mouths.

"Cough...cough cough...cough cough cough...I..."

Wang Xiansheng covered his face and finally stood up straight from the dust. When he looked up again, he saw a steady stream of starlight in the distance beginning to hit Shenxiang.

Now, the few people who were still dancing were no longer happy.

"Hey, I...ahem...we...we haven't gone out yet, we haven't gone out yet, you...!"

"Shut up, why don't you run away?"

Zhang Jun grabbed Wang Xiansheng's collar and threw him into the air. He immediately jumped up and transformed into a golden-winged roc. His wings spread out and a strong wind rushed into the sky.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Just when Zhang Jun led everyone up to the clouds, countless stars fell down like a torrential rain.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun immediately summoned the Qinghong Sword, and Dou Mu's sword technique was activated. The shadow of the sword was like a galaxy, catching all the falling starlight in it. Then the sword's first turn was to guide these starlight to hit. Go up to the sacred mountain where Bai Jun is located in the distance.

Doumu swordsmanship, called Doumu, has the power to command the stars.

This is also thanks to the fact that during this period of time, I have been in seclusion to hone Doumu's sword skills.

Otherwise, facing the falling stars at this moment, I am afraid that I will have no choice but to resist forcefully. It is hard to say whether I can rush out by then. The key is that my clone will probably be disabled in the end, even if it is not dead.

As he glanced over, the sky was already filled with stars.

Wang Xiansheng and the others couldn't help but look a little obsessed. Although there was the light of the sun and the moon in the holy city, they were the leader's two magic weapons, transformed by the sun and moon mirror.

Speaking of which, it was also the first time they saw real stars.

Not to mention such a brilliant sky full of stars.

But now is obviously not the time to look at the stars. As soon as the tiny starlight flashes across, before Wang Xiansheng and the others notice, one of the disciples of the Holy Way is directly penetrated by the starlight on his head. Up and down.

"careful!"

When Yang Qingshan and others saw this, they immediately released their magic weapons to block the situation.

Zuo Xiantong walked over to Wang Xiansheng and others, called out twelve small flags, made seals with his hands, and formed a small formation to help them block the falling starlight.

Seeing the starlight getting denser and denser, Zhang Jun simply changed his direction and rushed towards the north.

Sure enough, when he rushed to the north, relying on the innate advantage of Dou Mu's sword skills, the stars above his head seemed to have formed a special reaction with his sword skills. They no longer continued to smash towards them, but followed Zhang Jun Jianfeng. The guidance continued to hit the force, hitting the direction of Bai Jun.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Jun hurriedly signaled Wang Xiansheng and the others to run out quickly and get away from this place as much as possible.

"Holy Son, won't you come with us?"

Wang Xiansheng looked at Zhang Jun, who was still guiding the stars, and asked in confusion.

"No, this formation is not complete. It can't shake Lord Bai just by relying on the power of scattered stars."

This is not an excuse for Zhang Jun, but his impression is that this formation should be able to concentrate the power of the stars in the sky, and it is powerful enough to kill the gods.

But now I don’t know why, the stars are in chaos, flying around like headless flies.

If he continued like this, he would only waste this hard-earned power, so he wanted to try to see if he could use Doumu sword skills to guide the direction of the power of the stars.

In fact, the reason why this is so is precisely because of the holy monk's own mistakes.

This formation was activated at the wrong time, causing disharmony between heaven and earth and time.

At this moment, everyone in the Holy Path outside was also troubled by this chaos.

Wang Xiansheng and others knew that staying here would only be a drag on the Holy Son, so they bowed their hands to Zhang Jun and left immediately with them.

"You also go and gather strength. I will rely on you later."

Seeing that Zuo Xiantong and others were not moving, Zhang Jun urged them to leave together.

Zuo Xiantong and others looked at each other. Even though they had different positions, they all had their own little thoughts in their hearts. But at this moment, they couldn't help but admire the Holy Son even more.

"Take care of yourself!"

The four people bowed their hands and left with fists in their hands.

Only after everyone had left did the Holy Son raise his head, looking at the disturbed starlight above his head, and a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He is not as noble as everyone thinks. On the one hand, controlling the stars is a good opportunity to polish Doumu's sword skills. On the other hand, he also wants to see what Bai Jun's trump card is.

Zhang Jun took a deep breath and jumped up to the sky with the Qinghong Sword in hand. The blade of the sword turned, and the blue light burst out, creating a long river in the sky, attracting all the starlight.

"Holy Monk, it's chaos, it's chaos, if this continues, all our hard work will be wasted."

Outside the formation, everyone gathered around the holy monk and talked about what went wrong with the formation he presided over.

It had obviously been practiced countless times before, but when the formation was actually activated, it was discovered that the formation could not operate at all, and now the twenty-eight constellations formation was a mess.

Regarding this, the holy monk's face was also full of sadness. No matter how well planned some things were, the results often turned out to be unsatisfactory.

Who would have thought that the formation they had rehearsed for so long would be completely different when used in the end.

Just when everyone was talking about a solution.

Someone suddenly rushed into the crowd and shouted to the holy monk and the others: "Holy Monk, go and see, the Holy Son...he...he is..."

When everyone heard this, they looked sideways and frowned. The person who came to report the news didn't know how to describe it for a moment, and he stammered badly.

Upon hearing the news that it was the Holy Son, the holy monk raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down, and asked in a cold voice: "What's wrong with him?"

"He's...collecting stars."

The disciple who reported the news thought for a while before speaking in a low voice.

"Collect stars??"

Everyone was startled. Before they understood what was going on, someone came to report again: "Holy Monk, go and have a look. The formation seems to have stabilized now. It seems that the Holy Son is guiding us."

After hearing this, the holy monk suddenly stood up from his chair and hurriedly led everyone out. When they arrived outside the formation, they saw Zhang Jun standing on the sky and transforming into a roc. Keep coiling.

The originally chaotic starlight slowly turned into a galaxy and followed him as his sword pointed.

Seeing this scene, everyone was surprised and praised the Holy Son.

Only the Holy Monk had a flash of confusion in his eyes. He was sure that the boy in front of him was not the Holy Son himself, but who exactly was he?

The Buddhist holy monk did not understand these problems for a while. He just knew that it was not the time to worry about it. Seeing that the formation was gradually getting on the right track under the guidance of the Holy Son, the holy monk hurriedly said: "Quick, cooperate with the Holy Son with all your strength." !!”

As he spoke, the holy monk jumped up and immediately rushed into the formation to help.

And when everyone here is busy working in full swing.

On the other side, the Holy City was also in a state of turmoil. I saw Third Brother Huang Mao holding a dog in one hand, running like crazy, and yelling: "I was deceived by lard, if I believe you again, I was raised by you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, forty-seven flying swords shot down from behind him.

Each flying sword was like a rainbow, carrying unparalleled killing intent. The terrifying sword light above made even Huang Mao's whole body feel cold. He hurriedly used his escape technique, and finally managed to run away at the cost of an arm. Out of the range of this sword rain.

Looking back, I saw that the place where I was just now had been cut into chaos by the rain of swords.

Seeing this scene, the corner of Huang Mao's mouth twitched. Who would have thought that there was a top swordsman of the fourth level of the Tao hidden in the holy way.

He glanced at Da Fei in his arms again, looking at its harmless eyes, and couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Idiot, what are you doing to provoke this kid?"

As he said that, he picked up the big fly on his head and rushed out of the holy way...

(End of this chapter)