sweep the heavens

Chapter 231 The Battle of Kunlun Eight

As soon as the evil energy and violent thoughts entered his body, Chu Ping felt his blood boil, and all his negative emotions were aroused, dissatisfaction with this world, anger at injustice in the world, hatred for those who do evil, and murderous intentions for those who get away with it!
These emotions are like sea water at high tide, rushing up with irresistible momentum, submerging the true self.

Chu Ping's eyes opened and closed, and the eyeballs were instantly blood red.

At this moment, I was like a tortoise sinking into the abyss and slumbering, throwing away all the disturbances and other affairs.The thought of killing is like a vast ocean, boundless.

However, it was only for a short moment that Chu Ping lost himself. In a blink of an eye, he receded towards the flat water, the spirit turtle floated up, and the joy and joy of breathing freely filled his heart.

The blood in the eyeballs began to fade.

Chu Ping looked inside, but saw the ferocious thoughts pouring into the sea of ​​consciousness, like torrents falling from the sky, rushing into the dantian, and the bones of the sassafras in the dantian were glowing with white brilliance, sweeping away like wind and clouds. These evil thoughts are absorbed.

Huo Ran was so clear that the two monks who had turned into lunatics flew close to him by shaking their palms. Chu Ping discovered that Qian Kun had already activated the two phases of Qian Kun at this time.

The wandering evil thoughts between the heaven and the earth have eroded countless practitioners. There is chaos everywhere, regardless of enemy or friend, everyone is drunk and the only one is sober. This feeling is actually not good.At this time, there is actually not much difference in the probability of death between sobriety and madness.

All kinds of supernatural powers flew around and magic weapons flickered, and Chu Ping could treat them differently at the beginning-killing the demons and shaking the righteous way.But in the end, I really didn't have the energy to distinguish between good and evil, and spread out the power of Maha, immeasurably magnificent, circle after circle, hitting practitioners who wanted to get close to me one after another!As for whether these practitioners are dead or alive, it depends on their ability to withstand the impact and their luck!
Even if you want to find the fellow disciples of Wuxiang Temple in the crowd, you can't get it. The crowds are crowded and the ground is dangerous. If you jump into the air, it will be even more terrifying. Most of the magical powers are bombarding the sky, so staying on the ground is relatively safer.

After trying a few times, Chu Ping gave up walking, and simply sat cross-legged, three feet off the ground, swaying Maha Wuliang, like the sea in a tsunami, rushing in all directions with huge waves.

The magic cloud in the sky is getting weaker and weaker, but the figure hanging down from the sky, Kunlun's ancestor true spirit is gradually pieced together.

"This is really a catastrophe. In the end, I am afraid that Kunlun's strength will be out of ten. The four factions are weak, and the elites of the various factions who come to Kunlun may not survive..."

The blood on the ground is getting thicker and thicker. This is the blood of countless cultivators, the essence contained in it. I am afraid that no evil sect can accumulate so much blood of essence after thousands of years of killing. The absorption of the magic pillar is gradually saturated. The minions wandering between the heaven and the earth are like swarms of mosquitoes, buzzing and flying, madly slaughtering the monks who have lost their minds.

"Doom, calamity!" The eight phases gathered together, the spirit body appeared, and the head teacher Qiankun let out a long sigh. The ancestor spirit body of the sky condensed endless aura, and a dark golden long spear phantom appeared in his hand, about nine feet long.

This gun is just a phantom, not a real body, but it exudes an extremely powerful breath of death.

Jingqizi's complexion changed slightly.

The stone spear in my hand represents the true meaning of the great destruction, but under the destruction, the rebirth of Nirvana is the ability of the opponent. One shot can destroy the enemy and destroy the city, but it may not be able to eliminate the trouble forever, and the wildfire will not be exhausted , The spring breeze blows and rebirth!
The spear shadow in the hands of this ancestor spirit body is a magic weapon that is more deadly than the stone spear and has no retreat, it can be called a peerless killer.Cold, gloomy, dark, destruction, destruction, death!
"Do righteous people also use such evil things?"

Although Bagua Shenguang failed to completely expel the evil thoughts, at least these evil thoughts could no longer really affect those masters, such as the masters of the four major sects.Although he is angry with Jing Qizi and even has murderous intentions, he still hopes that he can defeat Qian Kun.At this time, seeing the magic weapon used by the spirit body summoned by Qiankun, with such an extinct power, he couldn't help ridiculing.

"There is no good or evil in the law, there is right and evil in people, that's all, why should you talk so fast!" Qiankun was very calm, but he activated the eight-phase divine light to lead the people in Kunlun who were corrupted by evil thoughts to go to the gossip stone tower.

On the gossip stone platform, the light of the gods shone like a moon, and the blood in the eyes of those who were bound and led by Qiankun to the stage with the light of the eight-phase gods began to fade, but it was unknown whether they were washed away by the light of the gods or just temporarily suppressed.

Seeing this, Chu Ping's heart moved, and the power of Maha didn't stop, but he rushed towards the stone platform.As for what Qiankun is doing now, he only saves his own family. Although he condemns it in his heart, it is understandable. If he were himself, of course he would save his own family first.

As Chu Ping raised his steps, the eight trigrams talismans and seals in the wishful beads stirred up, using them to communicate with the eight trigrams stone platform.

boom!boom!
In the sea of ​​consciousness, there seemed to be distant thunder roaring, from another world, separated by thousands of mountains, extremely far away.But it was obvious that the sound of thunder was rushing at an astonishing speed, becoming clearer and clearer.

Inside the wishful bead, gossip talismans appeared, lightning flashed, and thunderbolts were born.

Gan, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui.

The rotation of the eight phases forms the world.

The clear air is dense, the turbid air is majestic, the wind and thunder vibrate, the water and fire blend, and the mountains and rivers are ventilated.

It is rumored that the opening of the world was caused by a thunderbolt, which broke the chaos and brought about infinite changes.

Lei Yun lives and dies, Lei Zang is always there!
If it is said that life is a god and death is a demon, then thunder is the unity of god and demon.

One body with two sides, like yin and yang, water and fire.

Chu Ping's slow figure suddenly disappeared like a phantom water wave, and when he reappeared, he was already on the stone platform.

Sizzling, sizzling, his whole body was flickering with a slight thunder light, constantly stirring up slight electric arcs.

"It's a god, it's also a demon..."

A strange feeling surged in Chu Ping's heart. He looked at the spiritual body representing Kunlun's righteous way in the sky, and looked at the strange, evil, cruel and cruel magic pillar. They had two completely different identities, but when he was in this wonderful situation, it was like an epiphany. When the state, blend into one!
This strange feeling was only for a moment, Chu Ping shook his head, raised his arms lightly, and the wandering arc of lightning easily borrowed part of the vast and endless power of the Eight Diagrams Stone Platform.

Chu Ping quickly found Dou Mie from the dense crowd, but Dou Mie's state was not good at this time.It's not like killing people when you are completely insane, nor is it alone when you are sober, but swinging from side to side in the gap between madness and sobriety, trying to fight against the vicious thoughts that invaded your soul. look.

call out!
A ray of divine light rolled out and entangled Dou Mie, who had a ferocious and painful expression. Chu Ping pulled violently, and Dou Mie flew over the high crowd and landed on the stone platform.

boom!
The mighty divine light rushed in, and Dou Mie's expression gradually recovered.

Swish swish!
Chu Ping threw dances one after another, and the people in Wuxiang Temple were led up to the stone platform one after another by him.But in the end he also had to sadly admit that Fa Yin, Xuan Guang, Jie Xing, Xuan Kong and Fa Wu could not be found no matter what, and it is very likely that they had already died in this massacre.

"Amitabha!"

Dou Mie, who had recovered, had a sad face and chanted the Buddha's name.

"All things are impermanent, those who live must have their end, and those who are not born will never die. This extinction is the most joyful!"

Standing on the stone platform, only Qian Kun and Chu Ping have the power to save outsiders.

"Headmaster Qiankun, why is this so!"

The four masters shouted like thunder, and seeing the eight trigrams stone platform roll out one after another divine light, attracting more and more people, they began to feel uneasy, and they shot one after another, endless star power roared, blood flowed, The sword energy is like a tide, and the green light is like a boil, constantly disturbing the gossip divine light that guides the monks.

"You four really don't have any kindness. Is such a disaster what you want? Even if you don't care about my righteous disciples, don't you care about the disciples of your sect?" Qiankun and Chuping's rescue was disrupted several times. speak out angrily.

"Headmaster Qiankun's words are really funny, who doesn't care about his own disciples. But now you are the leader of the righteous way, there is no difference between good and evil, and you are only saving people from your Kunlun sect, not to mention my disciples from the four sects. The people sent by Zhengdao ignored it, so why would you scold us. From our point of view, if you don’t blow up the magic cloud first, if you do this, we will definitely not bother you!” Xing Qizi responded loudly.

Qiankun's face changed several times, and he just sighed, "That's all!"

The divine light of the eight trigrams surged, and endless power condensed on top of his head, gradually taking shape.

(End of this chapter)