Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The effect of this Qingxin Mantra was powerful.

The people who had been killing blood suddenly cleared their minds, and then they felt a little disgusted and ashamed.

They felt that they had fought to the death for a little grudge between the sects and abandoned their lives, which was too cheap.

They should cherish their lives more. Life is only once, and it will never come back if they die.

So live if you can, and don't fight if you can.

And there is no need to be too serious about fighting under the orders of the sect. It is enough to pretend to be perfunctory.

Once this idea came into being, it began to take root in the mind, and then the movements of the hands began to be lighter, no longer so fierce.

As the Qingxin Mantras fell one after another, the scene quickly eased, the tragedy dissipated, and the disciples on both sides began to perfunctory.

Some were full of hatred and full of murderous intent.

They may have brothers or relatives and friends who were killed by the other side, and they must take revenge, but when the Qingxin Mantra fell, they suddenly felt a little stupid.

The dead are gone. Even if revenge is taken, there is no way to revive them. It is just a way to vent one's anger.

But if you sacrifice yourself and give up your life for this, is it really worth it?

Do you want to go down to accompany them?

Selfish thoughts began to emerge one by one, and began to disintegrate their determination and will for revenge, and began to hesitate.

Once they hesitated, they began to vent their anger and murderous intent, and their actions became gentler, and the conflict began to degrade.

Fakong watched as people began to wake up under the Qingxin Mantras, and they were no longer so desperate, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Under the Qingxin Mantra, people began to regain their consciousness, no longer being swayed by emotions, and no longer driven by feelings.

So they resumed the balance of interests and the selfish instinct.

Human nature is selfish, and everyone is included.

While sighing, he cast Buddhist mantras, combining the Qingxin Mantras with the Rejuvenation Mantras.

He arrived in time. Even those who died from fatal injuries were dragged back from the gates of hell under the blessing of the rejuvenation spell and resurrected one after another.

He could clearly feel the faith falling on him, and then expanded the small Western Paradise he built around him, covering the entire Haitian Cliff.

While they were fighting, everyone's attention was attracted to this side, and he quickly arranged the altar and built a small Western Paradise.

The scope of this small Western Paradise was very small, just covering a mountain.

The Tianhai Sword Sect was not a vegetarian either, and it also had treasures to protect itself, so it was difficult for outsiders to sneak in silently.

The small Western Paradise he built was not on the Haitian Cliff, but on the mountain next to it, adjacent to the Haitian Cliff.

As these faiths were generated and increased, the small Western Paradise on the mountain quickly expanded and approached the Haitian Cliff little by little.

Then it invaded the Haitian Cliff and finally covered the entire Haitian Cliff.

In the Little Western Paradise, he could see through everything, and even dominate most of the world and life and death.

This means that the life and death of the entire Haitian Cliff is in his hands. If he wants to kill them, they will die before they even react, and they will not know how they died or who killed them.

Once this feeling grows, he will inexplicably feel that the world is under his feet and everything is in his control.

He hurriedly drove away this thought, trying to make himself humble and maintain his original caution.

As the Little Western Paradise covered the entire Haitian Cliff, it also enveloped the two warring parties.

He could invisibly affect their emotions, making them depressed or high-spirited, calm or fanatical.

He could even directly control their life and death.

At this point, he didn't want to kill them, so he put his hands together and bowed, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

People hurriedly widened their eyes, suspecting that they were dazzled, but the vigorous vitality in their bodies reminded them of Fakong's arrival.

"Stop." A low and broken shout sounded.

The people who were fighting on both sides looked over and found a group of men and women in purple robes coming over, exhausted.

The middle-aged man in the lead had a handsome face, bright eyes, cold lightning in his eyes, and a high spirit. He was the Prince of Xin, Chu Xiang.

He stopped at the foot of the mountain, stared at everyone gloomily, and shouted: "I am Chu Xiang, the Lord of Shenwu Mansion, stop it!"

His words were like thunder.

Without the orders of the top leaders of their respective sects, people continued to fight and did not stop, just curiously staring at Chu Xiang.

Around Chu Xiang were more than a hundred masters of Shenwu Mansion, wearing purple robes, staring at everyone solemnly, ready to move.

Their eyes flashed with light, staring at the masters on both sides as if they were looking at prey, ready to pounce at any time.

Chu Xiang sneered, stared at the opposite side, and said coldly: "Sima Zhu!"

"Yes." Zhu Ni responded softly.

She stood beside Chu Xiang, silent all the time, as if invisible.

She was obviously graceful and beautiful, standing among the masters of Shenwu Mansion, she should be like a crane standing out from the crowd, like a flower in the green bush.

But no one noticed her.

She was wearing the jade pendant given by Fakong, which concealed her breath and momentum, and did not attract attention.

Zhu Ni looked around with her bright eyes, and the people who were fighting could not help but smile.

They actually let a delicate woman take action, is this a beauty trap? There is only one Leng Feiqiong!

People on both sides did not care.

Only some people who knew Zhu Ni's background secretly thought that it was not good, and hurriedly retreated and began to practice.

Zhu Ni was a guard at the Ming Palace. Some masters of the Demon Sect knew her deeds and knew that she was proficient in the art of killing with sound.

Zhu Ni said softly: "My fellow heroes, the Palace Lord has issued an order. Under the order of Shenwu, those who violate it will be severely punished!"

She whispered softly, and the sound was heard by everyone without missing it.

The people on both sides sneered.

They didn't care about Zhu Ni's soft words.

Shenwu Palace is powerful, but at this time, is Shenwu Palace going to fight one against two and suppress both sides at the same time?

With more than a hundred people?

Shenwu Palace is nothing great!

The Six Paths of the Demon Sect are dissatisfied with Shenwu Palace, while the Tianhai Sword Sect has lost its awe of Shenwu Palace and doesn't think it can do anything to them.

In this situation, after Zhu Ni finished speaking, they continued to fight, but the intensity had been greatly reduced, focusing on self-protection, and gradually becoming evenly matched.

But there has been no ceasefire.

Both sides were holding back, wanting the other side to give in first, but they would never give in, and could not lose in momentum.

Chu Xiang snorted coldly: "A bunch of ungrateful people, no need to talk to them, just come!"

"Yes." Zhu Ni nodded gently.

She took a jade flute from her slender waist and placed it elegantly on her red lips.

Her cherry lips became more tender and moist with the jade flute, and seemed to be flowing with soft light.

Several masters of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect hurriedly retreated, leaving the battle circle, and then pressed their hands on their ears and began to use their power to resist.

The others looked at them in confusion, and then heard the clear and pleasant sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute soared, like a group of birds flying from the top of the tree, flying into the sky in one breath, and dancing in the sky.

Everyone's mood jumped up.