Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 327 The Nine Rings Erupt
In the sky of the West Street of Tianfu City, the glazed pagoda pushed down the Immortal Trapping Sword inch by inch, and fell towards the entire West Street.

"Execute Immortal Sword, go!"

"Slaying Immortal Sword, go!"

Nangong Ziyuan and Nangong Shishi soared into the sky, and the two immortal swords pierced towards the glazed pagoda with supreme power.

It is not copper, nor iron, nor steel. It was once hidden at the foot of Mount Xumi; it does not need to be smelted by inverting yin and yang, so there is no water and fire to temper the sharpness.

The Immortal Execution Sword and Immortal Execution Sword are remnants of the peerless immortal swords of ancient times. They contain the sword intent of killing and destruction, and they compete with the suppressing magic of the glazed pagoda.

The three swords of Zhuxian Sword, Killing Immortal Sword and Trapping Immortal Sword work together to counter the glazed pagoda.

But at this moment in the West Street, where the black-robed woman walked, Taoism was flying around, and people fell down screaming in pain, and blood gathered into streams, staining the blue bricks and stones red. The place suddenly turned into a purgatory.

"Qianzhishu, what are you doing!" Jiujie was like a shadow, his eyes were red, all the power in his body was mobilized crazily, and the tragic scene in front of him had completely angered him.

Cultivators can kill monks, but they cannot slaughter ordinary people who have no resistance. This is the bottom line of the Nine Precepts!
The sea of ​​consciousness churned, the scriptures around the Buddha and Demon statues lit up with hot light, and the spiritual power of the Supreme Buddha and the Supreme Demon circulated.

Jiujie's eyes turned into one gold and one black, and half of his body was filled with devilish energy and half with Buddha's light.

A green figure flew out from the system space of Jiujie, and the golem in the Sea of ​​Consciousness knelt down at the feet of a corpse demon phantom.

The phantom disappeared in Jiu Jie's sea of ​​consciousness in a flash, and flew out from Jiu Jie's forehead to merge with the green figure.

"Ow—"

A corpse demon with green hair all over its body and hundreds of Shidans floating around appeared, roaring towards Qian Zhishu in a black robe in the distance.

"System, the aura vortex maximizes the transformation of Yin power."

Jiu Jie clasped his hands together, majestic yin force gushed out from his dantian, and gathered towards the corpse demon, and the number of corpse pills outside the corpse demon increased rapidly.

three hundred,

five hundred,

eight hundred,

one thousand,

…………

Thirteen thousand.

When [-] corpse pills were densely crowded around the corpse demon, the spiritual energy stored in the system spiritual energy cyclone in the Jiujie Dantian was exhausted for the first time.

The green-haired corpse demon suddenly opened its mouth, and a large number of corpse pills rushed towards the corpse demon's rotting mouth. At the same time, dense corpse pills gathered and wrapped the corpse demon, like a huge cocoon, with terrifying power condensed inside.

Nangong Ziyuan, Nangong Shishi and Ke Yibai who were controlling three fairy swords in the sky to attack the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower were shocked when they noticed the situation below.

Jiujie can actually control corpse demons!
The corpse demon with ten thousand corpse pills can already suppress distractions and kill Fusion Realm monks. It can truly be called a demon. What's more, this corpse demon seems to be further evolving at this time, and its strength will be even more terrifying. If it evolves into a red-haired corpse The demon will be an existence that can rival Dongxu, contend with Mahayana, and even challenge the realm of Dongzhen.

But this guy is just a fake alchemy cultivator.

With a strong physical body, complex spiritual power, strange Taoism, and a treasure in his body, he actually controls a corpse demon whose strength is breaking through.

Has anything more outrageous than this happened?
Qian Zhishu, who was dressed in black, stopped casting spells after Jiu Jie appeared, but turned around and looked at him with a smile on his face, and said:

"I'm making atonement for you, Xiao Jiu."

"Those who torture and kill mortals deserve to die!" Jiu Jie's eyes were bloodshot, and he said coldly, "I'm going to kill you."

"Hehe, then have we become enemies?" Qian Zhishu shook his head, slightly disappointed: "Since you are so stupid, I hope you won't regret it in the future."

"Those who oppose the Tiandao League will fall into endless pain forever!" The crystal exquisite dice in Qian Zhishu's hand spun, and all kinds of spells fell in all directions, especially concentrated around Jiujie fall.

"Everyone is running towards us!"

"Protect the people."

"My generation of monks should protect the weak."

At this time, the West Street has been suppressed by the seven-color glazed pagoda, the monks outside can't get in, and the monks inside can't get out.

The cries of the people and the heart-piercing voices of children are everywhere.

Some of the monks in the West Street tried to protect themselves, but many of them, including the Tianjiao who came from all over the place, worked hard to prop up their aura shields and protect the mortals around them.

Some of these people were even beaten by Jiu Jie not long ago, but now they all put in all their strength, using all kinds of magic weapons at the bottom of the box, to resist the almost endless magical attacks all over the sky.

Dong Lin's figure was like a shadow, and he quickly shuttled between the arenas, holding each child to avoid danger, and then put them in a relatively safe place supported by more than a dozen monks.

Xu Tianjing and senior brother Xi Zihan stood in front of several elderly people, blocking the flying spells with one foot and one sword.

Constantly, monks' spiritual power was exhausted, and they were torn into a blood mist by countless spells, which fell in front of the mortals they protected.

"Li Yanfeng is here!" Hundreds of blood shadows shuttled between the field, Li Yanfeng left a few clones to protect Xiao Jin, and the rest of the clones all rushed out to help resist the spell and rescue some spiritual powers that could not hold on A monk in need of rest.

"Should die!" Jiu Jie moved suddenly, his heart glowed with light, and the Netherworld Flower flew out and got into the corpse pill cocoon transformed by the green corpse demon, and cracks appeared on the surface of the cocoon.

The righteous energy of heaven and earth, and the spiritual power of the supreme Buddha and demon exploded and converged at the same time, and with the formula in his mouth, the sky-turning seal appeared on the top of Qianzhishu's head, manifesting a huge Buzhou mountain soul, exuding panic and heavenly power.

The dragon taming whip was covered with nihilistic flames and swept towards Qianzhishu.

The dragon soul blood-drinking sword golden dragon emerged, the nine precepts pierced the palm, blood flowed on the blood-drinking sword, the dragon soul chanted happily, and all the blood on the surrounding streets turned into blood and gathered towards the blood-drinking sword.

"Suck it all at once!"

For the first time, Jiu Jie fully released the power of the Dragon Soul Blood Drinking Sword, holding the Dragon Soul Blood Drinking Sword with his bloody right hand, the golden Dragon Soul turned crimson, and an extremely tyrannical and ruthless aura radiated.

"Extreme Demonic Hand!"

"The Eight Wildernesses of Sword Swing!"

The speed of Jiujie's moves was terrifyingly fast, and within a few breaths he almost used all the moves he could use.

On the Dragon Soul Blood Drinking Sword, black and white light spots appeared on the left and right.

"Also... life and death! Die." Jiu Jie roared, swiping his sword and slashing at Qian Zhishu.

In an instant, all escape routes were blocked by the Art of Thousand Techniques.

The monks who had fought with Jiujie four weeks ago or watched Jiujie and Meng Xinge fight saw this scene and instantly realized that Jiujie hadn't exploded his full combat power when he fought with others before.

"Sure enough, you are worthy of being the person that Mr. respects. A mere fake pill has such power." Qian Zhishu said, "Unfortunately, it is still not enough. Most of what you are relying on now is external force."

Five beams of light of five colors erupted from the exquisite dice, and turned into five different expressions of the Thousand Art.

The red one was hyperactive and warlike, and was dressed in a red robe. With a sharp roar, he flew into the sky towards Buzhou Mountain Soul.

Yellow is calm, wearing a yellow robe; white is resolute, wearing a silver armor, respectively meeting the moves of the surrounding nine commandments, the dragon taming whip, and the rushing nine commandments.

Sen Zhishu in a black robe sneered at the corner of his mouth, and Qian Zhishu in a green dress next to him smiled warmly.

(End of this chapter)