Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 644: Merit is Hard to Protect

When Shou Ling heard these people scolding him, he was immediately displeased. He was already disturbed by the influence of the Wutai Taoist, and the more he listened, the angrier he became: "The situation below is the result of the elders of my sect fighting against the demon cultivators. It has nothing to do with you. You think you can get a treasure just by opening your mouth and closing your mouth. I don't know where you get the face to do that!"

When several celestial beings heard this, their faces darkened and they waved their sleeves and shouted, "You haven't attained the Tao yet, you are only at the fifth level. How can you butt in here? Why don't you retreat!"

"Although my cultivation is only at the fifth level, I know my shame. My fellow disciples are fighting hard to suppress the demon, but you are here making sarcastic remarks and plotting the embryonic form of his Dao fruit. You are truly a moral cultivator and a true immortal from overseas!"

No one knew what had irritated the female fairy by saying "guarding the spirit", but she was furious and threw out a cloud handkerchief. She shook it in the wind, and a white mysterious light suddenly spread out, revealing a Bagua pattern that slowly fell down.

This treasure is the protective treasure that this monk has been practicing for hundreds of years. Its form and quality have been refined five times. It is good at absorbing weapons and seizing magic weapons. It can use the Eight Trigrams Light to sever the connection between the treasure and its owner.

If a cultivator falls into the Eight Trigrams, his spiritual will will be cut off and his magic power will be destroyed by the spiritual light of the Eight Trigrams, and he will end up being at the mercy of others.

But before she could completely evolve the Eight Trigrams, Taoist Xun Ling let out a long roar, and waved the Xiantian Ruyi fan in his hand. A strong wind blew up, and it turned into thousands of sharp blades that came to kill her.

The female fairy was horrified and released two silver-white sword lights to meet the attack, but was knocked aside by the strong wind. Taoist Xunling appeared in front of her, flicked his long sleeves, and the Jingfeng Orb flew out of his hand and hit the female cultivator directly on the cheek, shattering her forehead.

Fortunately, another cultivator reached out to block the attack and pulled the fairy back a few inches, giving her time to react, so that her spiritual orifice was not broken and her soul was not damaged.

But the originally pretty face was now disfigured.

Feeling the energy on her cheeks dissipating and the pain of flesh and blood being torn apart, the fairy screamed and released another protective treasure. Then, black, white and red lights exploded in the void. Thousands of electric snakes danced wildly, and then intertwined into shuttles, heading straight for Taoist Xunling.

The Taoist was not in a hurry. He waved the Xiantian Ruyi Fan to suppress the lightning, and then sacrificed the Jingfeng Pearl, which scared the female fairy so much that she took two steps back.

During the whole process, none of the monks around intervened. The fairy noticed this and cursed secretly. She stepped aside, took out the elixir, dissolved it with water, and applied it to her forehead to repair her flesh and bones. However, it was difficult to erase the remaining power of the Jingfeng Pearl. Her head looked dented and very ugly.

In this regard, neither Xun Ling nor Guang Ze intervened. Guang Ze looked at the other cultivators and said coldly, "Who else wants to take action?"

In response to Fairy Guangze, there were dozens of midnight cold time Yin thunders. The cold air that could freeze people's bones spread, and bits of frost flowers floated down. Countless Yin thunders exploded in the cold air and frost flowers, shaking the void. Even though Fairy Guangze was prepared, she had to retreat to avoid the sharp edge.

At the same time as Yin Lei was released, another cultivator also released a treasure. When the treasure was released, it was just a faint circle of rainbow. Although it had many colors, the light was not strong, and it was hazy and dim, and inconspicuous.

However, the light suddenly turned in the sky, and then it expanded from the inside to the outside, rapidly reaching a length of a hundred feet, and turned into a pillar of light that fell down. As it rotated in the air, there was also light rain falling from the sky, stirring up the surrounding sea water, and pressing the people who were keeping watch below so that they could not move.

Taoist Xunling hurriedly waved the precious fan in his hand to stir up a strong wind to protect the Jinhua disciples and prevent them from getting hurt.

The result of dodging like this was that both of them were temporarily unable to free their hands, and could only watch the other celestial beings fall and head downwards.

"Don't even think about it!"

Shou Ling was furious, and a ring flew out of his hand. Yin Ran and Monk Zhu were connected to his aura and also sacrificed two rings. The three rings rotated in the air, stirring up the fire cloud, trying to trap those monks. "Don't know whether to live or die!"

A cultivator looked back with a look of disgust in his eyes. He raised his hand and swung a jade axe, splitting the restraint of the Three Talents Fire Cloud Ring. Just as he was about to go down, he saw the golden flames that filled the Yi Guang Realm Abyss spreading outward, and then a sharp edge emerged and chopped down at the cultivator in the front.

The edge was terrifying and powerful. The monk standing in the front was surprised and happy when he saw it. He swung his long sleeves and several treasures flew out to try to stop one or two.

But the edge was equally strange. When the treasures collided with it, their spiritual light dimmed, dissipated, and turned into scrap copper and iron, falling to the ground.

"wrong!"

The cultivator realized something was wrong, but it was too late. He could only use his profound skills and raised his hand to release pieces of water light and clouds, which turned into a light pillar to protect himself.

The edge fell, strong wind exploded and shook the void, hot sparks splashed everywhere, water and clouds continued to shatter, and in the horrified eyes of the monk, the things within the edge emerged with their essence, even a hollow round wheel with separated edges, the hollow core was covered with dense golden spells, and countless golden flames circulated in it, sealing a group of black mist emitting five-colored glow.

When the sharp edge collided with the water light and clouds, some of the mist flowed out, immediately polluting the cloud light and making it dissipate the mystery.

"The breath of the end of the law!"

The monk was terrified and wanted to retreat, but the black fog filled the surroundings and the vital energy fell silent. His spirituality began to fall silent, and the operation of the Tao and the laws was also restricted.

The cultivator who faced this wheel directly had no way to dodge it. He was broken into two pieces under the sharp edge, blood gushing out, and his soul inside let out a mournful cry, also seriously injured. He took a look at the rotating circle, and pinched his fingers to disperse most of the magic power on his soul that was tainted with the aura of the End of the Law, allowing the untainted part to escape into the underworld wrapped in his own spiritual light.

Although the two fourth-grade celestial beings walking on the left and right were also affected by the aura of the Dharma Ending Age, they were better off than the previous man. There was no direct contact and they still had time to react. When the circle rotated, they avoided it one after another, each gave up an arm, and jumped out of the range of the circle's attack.

As for the cultivator who had previously tried to cut open the Three Talents Fire Cloud Ring, he looked at the ring coming towards him and instinctively took out his jade axe.

As soon as it made contact, the jade axe became dim and cracks appeared. After a few breaths, it shattered into pieces and scattered into jade chips all over the sky.

"The breath of the end of the law!"

The monk wanted to escape but was locked by the ring. It was difficult for his magic power to circulate, the vitality around him gradually became quiet, his spirituality no longer responded, and there were also problems with the operation of the Tao and the laws. He gritted his teeth, and a cloud of light emerged above his head, with a paper umbrella on it, and layers of merit and glory emerged, trying to stop the ring.

"In the Dharma-Ending Age, what is the use of merits and virtues?"

Chu Tai's voice came out slowly from below, the ring rotated, the golden fire light rotated, and the black mist followed. With a slight turn, the paper umbrella broke into two halves, and then the monk also followed the previous man's footsteps.

(End of this chapter)