Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 152 151. One Sword Opens the Sky!
The corpse with a big hole in its chest fell quickly, and landed on the ground with a "bang" among the evil spirits on the ground. Within a few breaths, it was eaten up by the evil spirits nearby, leaving no bones left.

The flesh and blood of the monks in the foundation building period is of great benefit to them, so naturally they will not be wasted.

Amidst the black smoke, a ghost general asked cautiously.

"Gui Zun, I don't think that person is weak among monks, why not..."

"Ok?"

Gui Zun turned his head and glanced at it, cruel emotions flashed in his all-black eyes: "Are you questioning me?"

The ghost general trembled all over, and said repeatedly: "This subordinate dare not!"

"There is still one or two merits in the Taoism of the blood demon, but the current person has mediocre aptitude, so it is better to use it as a consumable."

Gui Zun said coldly: "My Luohun Sect will not recruit such inferior disciples."

'Your Luohun sect has long since died!What do you still care about the glory of the past? '

The ghost general couldn't help but slander in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

'You are the boss! '

'What you say is what you say. '

The ghost general knew that this lord's mental state was inherently unstable, and if he was stimulated to go mad again, he would be the first to suffer!
The wave of evil spirits and god statues will not stop because of this little episode.

They are like real waves, rolling over various buildings in the ruins all the way. Many simple and solemn temples were damaged, buildings collapsed, walls with sculptures and murals were smashed, stones were scattered all over the place, and the road was flat. Become full of cracks, uneven.

The monks hidden in the building complex, no one was spared, was instantly submerged by the wave of evil spirits.

And the weak evil spirits are either torn apart by other evil spirits, or mixed into this wave.

Wherever it went, there was only a mess of ruins left.

Seeing the once familiar scene being gradually destroyed under one order of his own, Gui Zun's vision was extremely complicated, with nostalgia, regret and a touch of determination.

"All sacrifices count."

"Everything is to make Luohunzong great again."

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"coming!"

At the moment when the ruins changed, many monks in the camp noticed it.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky that seemed to be dyed black with ink. They all looked serious and solemn, and felt an unspeakable sense of oppression in their hearts.

The evil spirit of the air seeps in, and begins to erode the spiritual power in people's bodies, making the skin feel eerie and cold.

Even though they had predicted the arrival of this crisis in advance from An Le's mouth, when it really appeared in front of them, they still couldn't help feeling uneasy and frightened.

Those who were less courageous trembled slightly, clenched their sweaty palms, and subconsciously turned their heads to look at the center of the crowd.

There, a black and red, tall and majestic figure was standing upright.

It was An Le who put on the ghost armor.

His figure is as steady as a mountain, even under the washing of the waves, he will remain motionless.

In the minds of everyone, it was like a needle for calming the sea. All the monks who saw Anle seemed to have found their backbone, and subconsciously settled down.

Even a genius like Gu Qiutong, Bai Xianyou, or even Yun Wuhen, when they saw Anle's posture at this time, they couldn't help feeling a little bit ashamed, and at the same time, they felt a wave of confidence.

——This battle can be won!

Soon, a dark and weird wave approached at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the shadows, people can already see the grotesque and ugly appearance of those evil spirits.

And the most eye-catching thing is the bloated and deformed fusion statue.

Its name is called "Crowd."

"Damn it, what the hell is that?"

Xiong Batian saw it from a distance, and seeing the arm made of heads, he felt goosebumps all over his body, and couldn't help but swear.

"Isn't this too ugly?"

"This breath...how could it be so weird and terrifying?"

Others cast similarly terrified gazes.

The scary thing about the statues of the gods is not their huge size, but the strange and mysterious power that combines the power of many gods.

A strange physical force field formed around it, with gray, black, and red halos constantly flowing. If you look closely, what flashed through those colors were various disordered lines and patterns. His gaze, line of sight and even his soul will be sucked away by it.

When the bodies of the gods appeared, people felt a kind of trembling from the depths of their souls, a kind of instinctive fear at this moment.

"This feeling...is divinity..."

Yun Wuhen said in horror: "This statue actually possesses divinity!"

The so-called "divine nature" is the existence that Yun Wuhen has seen from a classic book in the sect.

It is said that in the ancient times, when the human race was still weak, a true god came to the world, whose power was so powerful that it was hard to measure.

There is a saying that the first few immortals and great powers of the human race were gifted by the true gods, or they were inspired by witnessing their images, so they created the earliest cultivation methods and officially started the journey of cultivating immortals.

In order to repay this favor, some people built statues of gods for them and recited their names.

Over time, those initial god statues were vaguely stained with the aura of gods, so they were called "divinity."

Among Yun Tianzong's treasures, there is a fragment tainted with divinity, which Yun Wuhen had the honor to see once.

The terrible pressure he felt at that time is still fresh in his memory, so he can recognize it instantly now.

Although the previous statues of gods were extraordinary in strength, in the final analysis, they were nothing more than a tool for cultivation, a poor imitation of "gods", used to deceive ignorant mortals and absorb their vows and incense.

But the current statue seems to have really given birth to a ray of high divinity, even if there is only a very weak trace, its strength has climbed to a terrifying level.

At least another golden core!
Although Gu Qiutong, Hu Chunsheng, Qian Bing and the others didn't know where the aura of the gods came from, this coercion was real and could not be faked, making them chill all over.

Just when people were getting more and more uneasy, An Le spoke loudly.

"Everyone, follow the original plan."

Afterwards, he turned his head to look at Yun Wuhen and said, "Brother Yun, this statue can only be entrusted to you, I don't want to destroy it, just entangle him as much as possible."

Yun Wuhen was slightly taken aback: "That Guizun..."

He instantly understood what An Le meant.

'The god statue belongs to you, and the ghost statue belongs to me. '

It is conceivable that the ghost who can create this statue will only become stronger, but now, An Le actually wants to confront it head-on with his own strength, such courage, courage and confidence make Yun Wuhen feel his heart fold.At the same time, the fighting spirit in his heart ignited like a flame.

You ghost-masked man is certainly proud and arrogant, but I, Mr. Wuhen, are by no means someone who lives in vain!

'I won't let you dominate the show alone! '

There was a smile on the corner of Yun Wuhen's mouth, his expression was calm and breezy, and his temperament was as ethereal as smoke, which rarely showed the demeanor of the peerless arrogance of Yuntianzong.

"give it to me."

The evil came very quickly.

In just the time of talking, the front of the evil wave has come before people's eyes.

chi chi-

The magic circle set up in advance played a role, forming an invisible and solid wall of spiritual power, blocking the tide.

The evil creature that collided with it was like ice meeting fire, its body melting continuously, accompanied by a shrill scream, and black smoke emitting from its body.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of evil spirits died out.

"As expected of the Xuanling Punishing Evil Formation, it is the natural enemy of evil spirits!"

Some monks couldn't help but admire.

Among the cultivators, there are people who specialize in magic circles. Fighting alone may not be an opponent of monks of the same realm, but the current deployment has played a miraculous effect.

However, the joy on people's faces didn't last long, and the second batch of evil things came up like a tide.

Their aura has generally strengthened a lot, and there are many difficult guys hiding in it, trying to destroy the nodes of the magic circle.

There was no need for Anle to command, some monks gave a soft drink.

"thunder!"

The spiritual power was concentrated, and the fairy sound trembled.

Several blue-purple thunderbolts dance wildly like dragons and snakes, hitting the stronger evil body with precision.

This is Gu Qiutong's Immortal Gu working again, like a big net connecting everyone together and transmitting information in real time.

Thunder and lightning are fierce and violent, and they also have the effect of destroying evil. Once entangled, the evil spirits will most likely die out.

Several more people shouted in unison.

"fire!"

This time, a scalding and blazing flame ignited, instantly enveloping a large evil body, and the sound of wailing was endless.

"wind!"

The fire swept through with the wind, forming miniature fire tornadoes nearby, engulfing several evil creatures, destroying and roasting them in the storm.

This is a variant of the four-element attack technique that Yun Wuhen taught to everyone, and it can exert far more power than a monk's single spell.

The most important thing is that this formation doesn't require much proficiency in order to master it in such a short period of time.

Under the barrier of this flame and thunder storm, the momentum of the tide of evil things, which was as violent as sea waves, could not help but stop, and a large number of evil spirits died every second.

But people's mood is still very solemn, they all know that the real battle...has not yet begun!
The statues of the gods in the distance, and the black cloud in the sky, seemed to be a heavy mountain weighing on their hearts, making them breathless.

at this time.

Suddenly there was a sneer in the sky.

"Heh, this joint attack formation is quite interesting."

"It's a pity...the person performing the spell is too weak!"

The voice sounded very ordinary at first, as if it was just the voice of a young man, but in an instant, the syllables seemed to come alive, like magic sounds entering the ears, and began to penetrate into people's brains, bodies, and even the soul in the body The power is restless.

At the same time, the black smoke in midair suddenly condensed together, turned into a thumb, and fell lightly.

Its movements seem gentle, but when the thumb is falling, everyone present has the illusion that their bodies and minds are beginning to lose control.

It was as if grotesque evil spirits were born from their bodies, trying to break free from physical obstacles, tear apart their bodies, devour their flesh and blood, and completely replace them.

Hu Chunsheng's face was gloomy: "Does he...have the ability to transform human beings into evil spirits?" '

'It's this Ghost Venerable who turned this ancient relic into what it is now? '

Right now, the black smoke gave him the feeling that it was a moving disaster.

Gu Qiutong, Bai Xianyou and the others resisted the changes in their bodies, while their expressions changed suddenly.

From this aura alone, it can be seen that Ghost Venerable and other ghost generals are not of the same level at all.

Those cultivators who had just fallen into the ruins not long ago, let alone, all looked solemn, and there was a huge wave in their hearts.

After taking a elixir of peace of mind with dry ice, he was still extremely nervous, and looked at An Le not far away.

'Is this the enemy he is about to face? '

With the fingertips descending, the spiritual power in everyone's bodies was violent. For a while, most people even had problems protecting themselves, let alone stopping the thumb from falling.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, suddenly, there was a shout in their ears.

"Yuan Yongyan, die for me!"

This roar was so powerful that it actually caused substantial sound waves, which expanded outwards visible to the naked eye.

The eardrums of many monks were buzzing, their expressions were dazed, and the weaker ones were bleeding directly from their earholes.

Although the price is not small, the effect is also immediate.

The weird magic sound no longer affected everyone, and the offensive of the magic circle and combined attack stabilized again, blocking the incoming wave of evil spirits.

At the moment when the roar sounded, everyone saw that An Le, who was wearing a ghost armor, swelled again, becoming five meters tall.

He stepped on the ground, and the gravel and air waves surged and spread.

Then, with the help of the recoil from the ground, he jumped up and went straight to the thumb in mid-air.

The turbulent Qi and blood are boiling, rolling and flowing in the blood vessels like magma.

The dignified and radiant spiritual power of the stars poured into the sea of ​​smoke and sinking dragon continuously.

The miniature magic circle on this huge magic weapon suddenly lit up, and then the size and weight increased again, reaching an exaggerated 20 meters long, and a terrifying coercion belonging to the dragon was released. .

Xiong Batian and Hu Chunsheng couldn't help but widen their eyes, full of disbelief: "The breath of that magic weapon..."

"It's a dragon!"

As monsters, they seem to feel a sense of fear of being locked by natural enemies.

Although An Le has used the sea of ​​mist and sinking dragon many times before, but it is the first time to push it to the extreme like today.

I saw the dark figure stepping up the air step by step, as if climbing an invisible ladder.

Qi and blood, tentacles, stars, dragon power... Surrounding him, Shen Long in his hand gradually accelerated, drawing a semicircular arc, carrying an unstoppable terrifying aura, colliding with the fingertips made of black smoke.

boom--

After a loud noise, the world seemed to quiet down.

The wailing of the evil spirits not far away seemed so insignificant.

It was so quiet that people seemed to only hear their own heartbeat.

In the eyes of everyone, the huge and solid thumb was cut open by Shen Long from the middle, as if there was no obstacle, the black smoke suddenly dispersed.

Immediately afterwards, there was a pitch-black sky.

The sword energy brought out by the giant sword fiercely cut across the higher black smoke, splitting into two, forming an empty vacuum zone, revealing the gray dome again.

One sword... Open the sky!
(End of this chapter)