Sword Knocks The Gates of Heavens

Chapter 626 Immortals lose benevolence and virtue, Buddhas mourn compassion

It’s just that at this time, the talisman in front of Sang Xiaoman was only slightly trembled, and it was able to withstand more than a hundred wind and thunder cannons. strikes.

What’s even more bizarre is that when the wind and thunder cannon stalemate with the net, one after another purple lightning stretched out from the net like tentacles, frantically tearing and swallowing the spiritual power released by the wind and thunder cannon. .

As a result of this round of wind and thunder cannons, Sang Xiaoman’s talisman net not only did not dim, but instead grew stronger, and the one after another purple lightning that floated away from it, faintly began to show the power of thunder.

The fourth round of wind and thunder cannons of Wenhuazi arrived as scheduled.

After filling enough Spirit Stone, the attack of the wind and thunder cannon will not stop unless the Spirit Stone’s spiritual power is exhausted, and even these cloud ships in the sky can’t move.

And this time, after more than a hundred beams of light crashed down, the talisman net in front of Sang Xiaoman didn’t even shake, and it was as steady as a rock across the sky above the ancestral hall.

The strange purple electricity was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, entangling it at the moment the beam of light fell, greedily devouring the spiritual power of the wind and thunder cannon.

There is no doubt that Sang Xiaoman’s net of spells has grown again.

Wenhuazi, who has always been confident, panicked at this time.

It was the first time he saw anything that could easily resist the strikes of the wind and thunder cannons. These hundreds of wind and thunder cannons fired a salvo, even the Saint Realm cultivators could only retreat. The method is the enemy, you must know that this is the weapon of the Xianmeng for killing and cutting.

“What the hell is this Fuwang?”

He looked towards Sang Wuyin with a puzzled expression.

As one of the strongest Talisman Masters in the Sang family, how can he not see what it is when others can’t see it?

Actually, he had already seen some clues in the second round strikes of Fengleibao, but he never wanted to admit it. When he saw Sang Xiaoman Divine Soul entering the Three Quiet Realm, he was completely heartbroken. Now, no matter how reluctant to admit it, the facts are already in front of us.

“If I guess correctly, this should be the unspread secret of the Tianzi vein, the Sang family Grade 8 talisman.”

After hesitating for a while, Sang Wuyin finally opened the mouth and said .

“Grade 8 talisman, isn’t the highest talisman in this world only Grade 7?”

Mandarin looked surprised.

“This is a secret that only the Sang family knows.”

Sang Wuyin looked miserable.

“Then what should we do now?”

Wenhuazi panicked.

Before Sang Wuyin could answer, the fifth round of wind and thunder cannon fell again.

This time still hasn’t been able to hurt any of the nets.

On the contrary, the purple electric light on the Talisman became thicker and thicker, and the Power of Thunder with Destruction Aura also became heavier and thicker.

When the one after another Zidian devoured all the power of this round of wind and thunder cannons, Sang Xiaoman, who had always been ignorant of the sky, suddenly overlapped his palms with his palms forward, and suddenly Pushing forward sharply, he gave a cold drink in his eyes.

With this clear drink, her powerful Divine Soul Power came out again, one after another Zidian began to outline the runes above her charm net again, these runes were not as strong as before. It is dense, but each one is very large, and they are scattered in all directions of the character net, and some runes are even in the east of Yunjing City and one in the Western District.

And these runes, which are far apart, are finally connected by the one after another purple electricity, forming a brand new huge cloud pattern above the talisman net.

After a cloud is formed, another cloud immediately regenerates on top of the cloud.

But in an instant, this huge cloud husk composed of that weird rune has already folded a ninth layer on top of the talisman net.

It’s just that each layer is smaller than the layer below, and it looks like the top of a circular pagoda from a distance.

Almost at the same moment when this “Fu Tower” appeared, Wenhuazi’s sixth round of wind and thunder cannons fell.

This time, the wind and thunder cannon has completely become the nourishment of this “talent tower”.

Hundreds of terrifying beams of formidable power shot down from the cloud ship, and were swallowed thoroughly by this “talent tower” in an instant, before even a single ripple of spiritual power was stirred up.

After fully absorbing the spiritual power of these wind and thunder cannons, the cloud on the tower began to turn, and the layers were like nine huge grinding discs. , the entire talisman will light up a point.

After the ninth layer Yunlu turned around, a lance-shaped purple lightning glow suddenly appeared in the center of the tower.

Wait for the ninth layer cloud to turn around again, and this purple lightning glow will also be thicker.

“That’s right, this is the Sang Family Ancestral Talisman, Grade 8 Yunlu Cutting Sky Blade!”

Looking at this purple lightning glow that condensed into a substance, An elderly Sang family Talisman Master exclaimed.

“The Heaven-cutting Blade, this is really the Sang family’s cutting-the-sky blade.”

“Three hundred years more? Three thousand years? Never appeared again!”

Those aged Talisman Masters of the Sang family, looking at the huge pagoda above their heads, suddenly fell down.

In Immortal Mansion, both the cultivator and the Talisman Master have a kind of almost blind worship for the powerhouse. If the mundane Totem is a spiritual object of the gods and Buddhas, then the Totem of Immortal Mansion is the powerhouse of the genuine .

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“Isn’t there a way to crack this blade?”

After the sixth round of wind and thunder cannon attack was useless, Wen Huazi’s face It became completely pale, and for a while, he had no idea.

“Yes.” Sang Wuyin said with a bitter smile: “Another Grade 8 cloud shield that fills the sky.”

Seeing that Wen Huazi was still puzzled, he sighed and explained Dao:

“In order to deal with the powerful enemy, the ancestors of the Sang family used the power of the whole family and spent thousands of years to create two paths based on the 3640 Eighteen Grade 7 unique and unmatched Yunlu. There are two unprecedented powerful talismans, we call them the Sang family talisman, that is, the Grade 8 talisman, one of which is the cutting edge you see, and the other is the shield, the two talismans happen to be mutually reinforcing.”

“But why haven’t I heard of it before?”

Mandarin was puzzled.

“First, the ancestral symbols are unspread secrets, and secondly, the complexity is not something that ordinary talismans can mention on equal terms. There are twenty-six thousand seven hundred and forty-two in rune alone. , you must know that a great Talisman Master has learned only a few hundred runes, so no one has learned it even for thousands of years.”

Sang Wuyin said with a bitter smile .

Actually, there was one thing he hadn’t said yet, and that was what made him feel disheartened at the moment.

According to the ancestral records of the Sang family, the two Grade 8 talismans have been jointly completed by the Sang family Talisman Master since its inception. At most, hundreds of Sang family’s top Talisman Masters were used at the most. It was barely completed, and after this time, the Sang Family Ancestral Talisman never appeared again.

But today, Sang Xiaoman, by the strength of oneself, has completed the Heaven-cutting Blade, which even the ancestors of the Sang family never did.

So even if he got the drawing method of these two talismans, he couldn’t be like Sang Xiaoman. Sang Wuyin finally realized that the gap between him and Sang Xiaoman was close to Heaven. and Earth distance.

This is where he really feels hopeless.

Sang Xiaoman, who held the sky with both palms, benefited Sang Xiaoman above the ruins, and suddenly looked like a Nine Heavens Fairy and recited aloud:

“My Sang family descendants. Remember, immortals lose their benevolence, Buddhas lose their compassion, and sprites run rampant…”

She just recited one sentence, and the elderly practitioners standing in the ancestral hall stood up straight. Yaoban followed and recited in unison:

“The troubled times are approaching, I will use the talisman to cut down the immortals and Buddhas, guard the mountain gate, return the sun and moon to the bright, and guard the peace of the common people. This is the fate of our family, although Absolutely die…”

Some things that have been forgotten by the Sang family for a long time, like the ancestral teachings of the Sang family, are finally remembered by some people.

The Yanzhou Sang family has always been different from the other forces in the Xianmen of Shizhou. They are a force composed of a group of desperate refugees, there is no noble bloodline, no family inheritance, every Dao Talisman is a The hard work of countless people day and night is a sect that is really built from scratch by the ordinary commoner.

And in this chanting sound, the last round of wind and thunder cannon fell.

And the huge purple electric lance bred in the talisman tower burst out almost at the same time, and the “roar” that burst out of the tearing air was like the unanimous cry of countless people.

In the end, this lance of purple electricity ran through the formation of the cloud ship fleet, and the purple electricity would be the closest, and the dozens of cloud ships that didn’t have time to evacuate were torn to shreds, the fragments of the cloud ship. Like scraps of paper, it floated over the Cloud Whale City.

But not everyone thinks so, like Sang Wuyin.

As early as when the cutting blade was fired, he and Sang Wuyin had already fled outside the ancestral hall.

“Let’s open the Xiaotianzhu array.”

He and Sang Wuyin stood on the bow of a cloud boat that escaped, looking at Sang Xiaoman standing in the ancestral hall, His eyes were cold and authentic.

“You don’t want the Sang family’s ancestral talisman?”

Wen Huazi asked.

“Let’s pretend that the Sang family never had this thing.”

Sang Wuyin’s tone was gloomy and cold.

After seeing Sang Xiaoman’s ability to draw ancestral symbols with one person, he knew that no matter what he did, he couldn’t do this step. No one needs to be able to do it.

“Alright, if I want to spend my whole life, sword technique can’t reach the realm of the Autum Water remnant, but if he disappears, I will still be the first sword cultivator in the ten states.”

Sang Wuyin is also nodded.

Faced with a mountain higher than themselves, some people choose to try to make themselves higher, while others choose to let the higher mountain disappear.

(End of this chapter)