Lord of Creation/Shuttle the Heavens

"Amitabha, if I live forever, I will definitely see the Buddha. If I pass away, I will see the Buddha immediately. How can you say that I can't see the Buddha? Obviously, this is a lie!"

There were circles of Buddha's light on Du Kong's body, so he said it as a matter of course.

"Tongue bursting with lotus flowers, mouth full of dung!"

Absolutely ignore it.

Although they are not angry with each other, they have formed a tacit agreement here to kill the drunkard.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "Why is it suddenly foggy?"

They are all strong souls, none of them noticed it, they just didn't care, but this exclamation shocked everyone.

Fog swept across and drifted in.

There is no harm.

"Deng Yu, how dare you sneak attack me?"

"Well, Shi Qiong, I've disliked you a long time ago, so die to me!"

After Jue Er's death, a dispute broke out suddenly, and before they could be persuaded, they had already started fighting.

Within a breath, Shi Qiong was already killed.

"I see, this is the Mystic Fog, everyone be careful!"

Du Kong's face changed wildly one after another, and he uttered a Buddha's voice. The golden light on his body flashed, and the mist was pushed out.The monk beside him immediately formed a defense.

Just at this moment, the fog suddenly rolled over, covering the deserted city.

Chu Yang had already noticed something was wrong. When the mist spread, he felt a trance before his eyes. The hostility deep in his heart surged, and his murderous intent surged. He hurriedly held his mind.

"There is indeed danger here, follow me back!"

Jun Luoyu pulled Chu Yang and retreated to the side.

"How can this kind of fog confuse the minds of those who are concentrated?"

Chu Yang showed a look of astonishment.

"If it's really the mist of the gods, then it's really troublesome!" Jun Luoyu said worriedly with a mighty righteousness on his body, "It is said that this kind of mist is caused by the disintegration of the primordial spirit after the death of Da Neng. The place formed this kind of mist, which can arouse the deepest evil thoughts in the hearts of creatures, and can also form hallucinations."

"More than that, I'm afraid there will be a large array of chaotic gods!" The drunkard also retreated, frowning, "If I expected it to be true, this is a trap!"

"trap?"

Chu Yang's pupils shrank, thinking of the demons chasing him, but at this moment, an invisible ripple rippled through the void, and he felt in a trance.

Chapter 205

"Sword of the soul, cut!"

Just as he was about to lose himself, there was a loud shout in Chu Yang's heart.

The power of the mind turned into a sword of wisdom, cutting on the mind and spirit, killing all kinds of heresies with a single sword, and he immediately recovered his clarity.

The mind reflects all directions, and maintains the highest vigilance.

Jun Luoyu beside him was rippling with azure light, his aura permeated, but he was shaking violently, his brows were furrowed, he sat cross-legged on the ground, struggling to support himself.

Even the alcoholic who had retreated kept drinking, and a terrifying aura rose from his body.

In the distance, except for Jue Er, Du Kong, and Ferry, all fell into an illusion, fighting each other, which was extremely tragic.

In a blink of an eye, nearly half of them were dead.

puff……!

At this moment, Jun Luoyu spurted out a mouthful of blood, looked at Chu Yang, and was taken aback, "Since you are awake, leave quickly, leave, I can't hold on any longer!"

Chu Yang was shocked: "You can't hold on any longer?"

Jun Luoyu is a genius among geniuses. He has the strength to barely compete with the powerhouse of the God Transformation. He even uses self-mutilation to stay awake. One can imagine the horror of the Misty Fog and Chaos God Formation.

"Come on!"

Jun Luoyu struggled.

Unreal ripples appeared in Chu Yang's heart again.

"cut!"

The sword of the soul erased the discomfort again, and in the depths of the sea of ​​mind, there was an absolute space of reason. He turned his eyes, looked at Jun Luoyu, and said hastily, "I may be able to relieve you for a while, can you believe me?"

"You?" Jun Luoyu forcibly gathered his mind and nodded fiercely, "Yes!"

"Relax your heart!"

After Chu Yang's words fell, the sword of the soul had already cut through.

Jun Luoyu's mind is a vast blue light, with the smell of books, dignified and righteous, but it can't stop the absolute power.

The blue light trembled and was distorting.

Swah...!

With a flash of sword light, the heresy was erased.

"What a sword of the soul!"

Jun Luoyu gave a big praise, he put his fingers together, nodded between his eyebrows, and shouted: "The bright mirror hangs high, the heart of all people, now!"

Half of the blood in his body immediately gathered in his heart, turning into an illusory mirror, incorporating his mind into it.

In an instant, his aura rapidly languished, and he almost fell into a state of concentration.

"you?"

Chu Yang was taken aback.

"The method of self-mutilation is specially designed to deal with this intractable illusion!"

Jun Luoyu said indifferently, "I didn't have time just now, and when I react, it's no longer possible to try to use it."

Chu Yang gasped, not because of the brilliance of this method, but because of the decisiveness of falling feathers for the king.

Not far from them, the drunkard Du Yuan had already sat down cross-legged, fell into a trance, and resisted.

On the other side, the brutal fighting was over, and only one monk from Jinguang Temple was left. He was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and the golden light around him completely turned into black, and he was rushing towards Dukong.

Snapped!

Du Kong slapped the monk to death with one palm, and he also spat out a mouthful of blood. He quickly stabilized his mind and resisted.

Chu Yang's eyelids twitched.

The old monk Dukong was even more decisive.

Also more ruthless.

That was his junior brother, and he killed it without hesitation.

"I can't last long, how about you?"

Chu Yang felt heavy in his heart. Although the sword of the soul kept obliterating the alien powers that invaded the soul, it became more and more difficult.

"I can't hold on for long!" Jun Luoyu said, "If you still have the means, then take the opportunity to kill those three people and solve the trouble first!"

"it is good!"

Without further ado, Chu Yang controlled the five flying knives and flew out quickly with his mind, followed by the middle-grade spiritual weapon Buddha Light Knife.

Swah...!

The flying knife was divided into five directions and shot towards Du Kong.

The old monk suffered a backlash just now, so of course he was the target.

"Damn!"

Sensing the crisis, the old monk Dukong immediately distorted his face. He raised his hand and beat it one after another, smashing the five flying knives into pieces.

He also trembled, and black air appeared on his face.

Whoosh...!

Seizing the opportunity, the Buddha Light Knife flashed and sank between his eyebrows.

what……!

Dukong screamed, and a golden light appeared above his head, but it was a somewhat illusory little person, who was his soul.

As soon as it appeared in the air, there was a sudden stagnation, and a large amount of black mist immediately appeared from the gleaming little man of Yuanshen.

The Buddha Light Knife rolled back and passed through Yuanshen.

"How dare you kill me, old Buddha, I curse...!"

Before the voice of the primordial spirit finished speaking, it shattered with a bang.

Transformation God powerhouse, cross the void to die!

As soon as the Buddha Light Knife was turned, it was about to attack the ferry. The old monk had a ferocious look on his face, he dodged, and disappeared into the mist.

The corners of Chu Yang's mouth twitched, his eyes narrowed, his hands shook, and the Dementor Orb flew out, grabbing Jue Er.

This soul-transforming powerhouse obviously didn't have the concentration to cross the sky and the ferry. Even though he sensed Chu Yang's sneak attack, he could barely raise his vigilance.

With a flash of golden light, the Buddha Light Knife swiped across.

Snapped……!

Jue Er immediately slapped him, but it missed because the Buddha Light Saber flew over his head.

In such an environment, there was a mistake in his induction. It was also at the moment when he opened his eyes that the Dementor Orb had reached his three-meter distance, emitting a faint luster.

"not good!"

Jue Er was terrified and immediately fell into confusion.

Normally, he wouldn't pay much attention to such a low-grade spiritual weapon as the Dementor Orb, but at this moment, it was too special, and his whole mind was fighting in the illusion, so there was no extra strength to resist it.

The Buddha Light Knife turned backwards, entered from the back of the head, and emerged from between the eyebrows.

Penetrating through, directly obliterating the primordial spirit.

Buddha Light Knife, a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

Even if it can only mobilize a little bit of power, it is more than enough to kill the primordial spirit who has no resistance.

After recalling the Buddha Light Knife, Chu Yang was already in a cold sweat.

"How are you?"

He asked Jun Luoyu.

"At most thirty breaths, I will fall into chaos, but don't worry, I will understand myself by then!" Jun Luoyu said freely, "It's you, you must find a way to survive!"

Chu Yang was shocked, and truly admired this Jun Luoyu.

He looked at the alcoholic again, the spirit-transforming powerhouse, still sitting cross-legged, with a calm expression, no problem for the time being.

"We won't die, none of us will die!"

Chu Yang once again obliterated the alien power and swept his mind, but he still couldn't find the exit, nor did he find a solution.

His gaze shrank suddenly, and he looked deep into the city, where he unexpectedly found a person who appeared at an unknown time.

"Did you spot me?"

In the only intact hall in the center of the city, sat a burly, extremely dignified, and domineering middle-aged man. He suddenly smiled, and disappeared suddenly. The next moment, he appeared in front of Chu Yang and the others.

"Young man, what a high spiritual attainment!"

The middle-aged man hung three meters above the ground, and a nine-dragon circled the supreme chair automatically formed under him. He sat down slowly and looked down at Chu Yang and the two of them.

"who are you?"

Chu Yang became vigilant.

"I'm the one who's been waiting for you!"

The middle-aged man smiled, and as he spoke, he grabbed the ferry that had fallen into confusion with a big hand, and held down the bald head. Black lights flowed out of his palm and penetrated the ferry.