sweep the heavens

Chapter 232 The Battle of Kunlun IX

The divine light is condensed, and the eight phases derive all things and give birth to all things, which can be transformed into all the wishes of the people and the thoughts of the people.Master Qiankun called for divine power, and the vast fluctuations of divine power turned into a large cloud of churning clouds on top of him, lingering in the air.

"Use this!" Qian Yuan threw the wooden whip over.

"Hey, hit the magic whip!" Qiankun held the wooden whip in his hand, and held it up obliquely, and the divine power of Qingyun on the top gathered on the wooden whip like a long whale absorbing water.

Being persecuted by the headmasters of the four sects, this is not the case, but using the Bagua stone platform as an altar, the spirit body of the ancestor summoned this time is not as good as it used to be in killing demons and demons. It has been delayed until now and has not yet launched a real attack on Jingqi.

"What's the problem?"

Qiankun shook the magic whip in his hand, and the divine light flickered across the sky, drawing a huge cut mark.

Hitting the God Whip is a Kunlun artifact, it can beat the soul and destroy the Yuanling, and now it gathers the divine light of the eight trigrams and the Kunlun spirit veins. Once it is used, it is really powerful and powerful.

Facing the huge force that cut through the void, Jing Qi laughed instead of being startled, the sound shook the sky, and with a backhand move, the magic pillar standing on the top of Kunlun Peak burst through the air, just like Sun Monkey's Ruyi stick, which can change in size at will. The chopping mark of the wooden whip slammed into it fiercely.

Buzz!

The two huge forces collided and made an extremely low sound, like thunder from the distant sky, not harsh, but shaking the body.

Qiankun holds a wooden whip, and his spirit wields a magic pillar. The two keep colliding, and the aftermath of the rippling power surges wildly, the void collapses, and the thunder storms away. All spirits were shocked.

This level of power is simply beyond the reach of human beings. Even with Chu Ping's level, even with all his strength, he can't penetrate the aftermath, let alone cause trouble to the enemy!

The violent thunder fell from the sky and spread thousands of miles. The practitioners who survived the catastrophe could only bow their heads in the face of such power, with panic in their hearts and shivering in their bodies.

The battle at this time has nothing to do with others, it is completely a duel between Qian Kun and Jing Qi Zi.

Relying on the majestic trend of Kunlun, Qiankun uses the Bagua stone platform to show its power.Essence Qi subdues the fire dragon and raises the magic pillar, relying on the infinite magic power accumulated in the magic pillar.

The black air and the clear light are like two giant dragons roaring in the sky. The gods and demons confront each other, good and evil fight against each other.

"The spirit of the gods, offering blood essence, offerings from our world, praying for longevity..."

Just as the battle between the two powerhouses was in full swing and intensified in a way that surpassed manpower, Chu Ping suddenly heard an ethereal and illusory voice.

"Uncle, did you hear what someone was saying?"

Focusing on the left and right, the others didn't seem to hear anything, which surprised Chu Ping and forced him to ask a question.

There was a strange light in Dou Mie's eyes, obviously surprised by what Chu Ping asked, he shook his head with confusion on his face.

"Use the blood of my world to guide the sky, and all living beings will have this life..."

Not only did the voice of blessing not disappear, but it became more and more clear, as if someone was whispering in the ear.

Chu Ping's surprised expression became a little shocked!
He looked around, and the battle of blood and fire created dust and smoke that filled his vision. Under this majestic power, there were still monks who were constantly affected by the aftermath, their bodies exploded, and blood radiated everywhere.

"It's over there..." Chu Ping's gaze shrank suddenly.

The ancestor Yuanling who was summoned by Qiankun moved to the top of the gossip stone platform at some point, and the phantom of the long spear exuding killing intent in his hand was dripping blood beads continuously.

boom!
The dripping blood splashed in the center of the eight trigrams stone platform, just like the water droplets splashed on the bluestone in the movie, the original slight sound was amplified countless times, and it just exploded in Chu Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

He seemed to be able to see that when the blood droplets splashed, the round shape changed into blood lines spurting from all sides, divided into eight, and fell into the universe.

In his eyes, the speed of this scene was as usual, but in his heart, it was slowed down dozens of times!
The illusion of vision and perception brought two completely different emotions, and Chu Ping's mind seemed to be addicted to it. Obviously, it was the blood dripping and splashing from the shadow of the gun, but it seemed to be the opposite process—the blood flowed from Come from all directions, gather on the gun shadow!

As a result, the illusory gun shadow seemed to solidify a lot.

Chu Ping's line of sight spread along the stone platform again, and the Kunlun Peak was filled with viscous blood everywhere. At some point, in his eyes, it turned into a sea of ​​blood like a lake of lava!
The blood waved, and in Chu Ping's mind, the top of Kunlun Peak turned into a vast ocean.With the Eight Diagrams Stone Platform as the center, the sea of ​​blood rolled up waves, but no matter how turbulent the waves were, they were still no higher than the Stone Platform!

The gossip stone platform is like a pillar connecting heaven and earth. The sea of ​​blood under the feet turns into a huge blood-colored vortex. The waves are high and the wind is fast. Threads of blood climb along the pillar, like a ghost in hell who wants to enter heaven!
A group of monks, even the powerful Jing Qi and Qian Kun at this time, are just weak people crawling under the pillar of heaven, just like the uncivilized primitive people in the ancient times, surrounded by animal skins, dancing Weird dancing posture, offering sacrifices to the heavens!And this sacrifice is one after another, thrown into the bloody vortex, and was instantly submerged by the vortex.

"What exactly is this?"

Chu Ping shook his head vigorously, what he saw in his eyes was completely different from what he saw in his heart.

"Slay the devil!" Qiankun shouted angrily that shook the sky!

"Slaying demons!" The ancestor Yuan Ling summoned by Shitai raised his spear in his hand and pointed it at Jing Qizi.

In the direction of the spear, there seemed to be streaks of purple flames, which ignited the magic clouds along the way, and dyed the entire sky in a purple-gold color.

The Bahuang fire dragon under Jingqizi's feet uttered a long cry, like a smile looking back on his life before death, with complicated emotions.

The magic pillar in Jing Qizi's hand was not damaged, but the magic energy began to draw back, but the engraved inscription on the pillar began to fade, as if it had retracted into the magic pillar again.

Jingqizi's body began to crack inch by inch, and the spear was aimed at killing gods and immortals!

The situation was defeated, but there was a strange smile on his face, a little blunt and extremely indifferent.

boom!
Jingqizi's body exploded, and countless pieces of flesh and blood fell into the bloody water on the top of Kunlun Peak.

The magic pillar pierced into the sky with a "swoosh" and disappeared into the long cloud shadow.

"ended!"

The magic cloud in the sky was roasted by the purple fire, and with the death of the essence, the surviving monks showed the joy of the rest of their lives, and the sorrow of the tragic death of their fellow disciples.

"ended!"

The four master teachers were a little dazed, they didn't expect that things would develop to this point, it was not what they expected at all.

How did that happen?

Originally, the chances of victory were within grasp, and the conquest of Kunlun was a certainty. Now, although Kunlun's vitality was seriously injured, nine out of ten of the disciples of the Four Religions were dead. In a hundred years, I am afraid that they will no longer be able to compete with others!

"This intention goes up to the heavens with the wind, thank you for my sincerity to open the gate of heaven!"

The last two prayers were sonorous and powerful, like thunder shaking a hurricane. Chu Ping was a little dazed and raised his head involuntarily.

The magic cloud dissipated, and a ray of skylight was transmitted, reflecting the shadows around the left and right. This ray of light was like when the gate of heaven was opened, the divine light of heaven shot out through the portal and fell on the world.

Chu Ping lightened his body and felt the call from far away.

"not good!"

His face changed, and he finally knew what happened.

This is a call from the Spirit of the Golden Pagoda, I am leaving this world!

(End of this chapter)