Great Lord: Buddha has mercy on us, evil spirits please stay away

Chapter 484: The heroes gather at the Northern Wasteland Hill to kill the Heavenly Evil God (Part )
Outside the Northern Desolate Hill, it seemed as if a meteor shower was falling from the sky. Each meteor was a supreme master of the sky, breaking through the strong wind clouds and falling onto the vast and ruined continent.

Muchen and Luo Li followed behind Qing Yanjing, walking on the uneven ground, looking around as they walked: "Mom, is this the North Desolate Hill?"

Qing Yanjing nodded solemnly, looking towards the Northern Desolate Hill with eyes full of fear. She vaguely felt that there were many extremely terrifying auras lingering in the depths of this ruined continent, and even she felt a little palpitated.

This was her first time to participate in the Great Thousand Covenant, and also her first time to come to the Northern Wasteland Hill in her true form. She was not very familiar with these auras.

"This is the place where the Heavenly Evil God is sealed. Even if he is sealed, the aura he exudes can still pose a threat to people of my level. Fortunately, there is a seal left by the Immortal Emperor. Otherwise, even a Saint-level powerhouse would not dare to set foot here easily."

Qing Yanjing glanced at Muchen, her voice revealing an undisguised deep fear.

Muchen's face turned grim, Luo Li frowned slightly, feeling disgusted by the aura of the Heavenly Evil God, and said crisply:
"Palace Master Ye has already called a meeting. We just need to follow his orders. Let's act quickly."

"Hmm~"

Qing Yanjing and Muchen nodded, and descended towards the Northern Desolate Hill. When approaching the sky above it, Muchen's face changed again, and his expression became extremely solemn.

He felt that there was an oppressive feeling in the void of the Northern Desolate Hills that made him feel terrified. He felt that feeling of oppression was somewhat familiar, yet somewhat strange.

"This is the seal formation left by the Immortal Emperor. It was once attacked by the evil army. In the past year, Palace Master Ye personally led the Great Thousand Palace and the Heavenly Supreme of the Gravekeeper Clan to repair the seal formation. The killing intent is even stronger than before. Be careful!"

Qing Yanjing had held a meeting with his clone, so he naturally knew how terrifying this place was. He shouted loudly, "Relax, and use your spiritual power to protect your body. This formation has its own ability to identify!"

When Muchen and Luo Li heard this, they were shocked at first, and then a strong spiritual light surged around them, and the oppressive feeling instantly dissipated like a tide.

"With the Immortal Emperor in front and Palace Master Ye in the back, our world is truly blessed. With Palace Master Ye planning and commanding this place, the evil race from outside the domain will only seek their own death if they come."

Experiencing the suffocating feeling of oppression, Muchen seemed to see a towering and endless mountain standing in front of him, with no end in sight. It was Ye Kong's giant back, protecting all the creatures in the world behind him.

The sky was falling but there was a tall man to hold it up. Mu Chen truly felt a deep sense of relaxation at this moment, and a very relaxed smile appeared on his face.

So what if they are from the outer realm? If they meet King Ye, won’t they still have to fall down obediently?

A thoughtful look welled up on Luo Li's beautiful face as she recalled, "I heard from Grand Ancestor Tai Ming that King Ye has been here since he arrived at the Northern Wasteland Hill a year ago. He has been sweeping and cleaning up the outside world and clearing the inside. In the past six months, he has been frequently inspecting the flaws in the seal of the Northern Wasteland Hill and has done a lot of things."

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile: "I think the old ancestor Tai Ming is still a little jealous, and he really hopes that King Ye can fulfill his responsibilities as the clan leader and ask more about the internal affairs of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan."

Muchen smiled and said, "Then I'm afraid his wish is in vain. The Great Thousand Palace has many affairs to attend to. Now King Ye is probably eager to figure out a clone technique to help him share the affairs. He has no time to ask about the affairs of the Tailing Ancient Clan."

At the beginning, Patriarch Tai Ming handed over the Tai Ling Holy Body to King Ye on the condition that King Ye would take over as the patriarch of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan. But now the patriarch has several positions to take on, and it seems that he must be a little depressed.

As they were chatting and laughing, the three of them fell into the depths of the Northern Desolate Hills. Solitary graves with mountains as tombs came into view, and a sad autumn wind blew towards them.

"Wow - wow -"

At this moment, several powerful sword lights broke through the air from another direction. Mu Chen looked up and his expression suddenly froze.

Xu Lingyun and the others did not expect to see Muchen and his companions on the road. The two sides were not very familiar with each other, so they just bowed from a distance and flew away on their swords.

Watching the figures of Xu Lingyun and others disappear from his sight, Muchen no longer had the relaxed feeling he had just had when chatting and laughing with Luo Li. After more than a year, the aura emanating from Xu Lingyun was no longer the same, and his cultivation had improved a lot.

On the other hand, he was seriously injured in the battle with Peng Chaoyang in Shanhai Continent. He returned to the clan and recuperated for more than half a year before he recovered. Now his cultivation is still at the peak of the middle spiritual level, and there is still some distance to the late spiritual level.

It goes without saying that the gap between him and Xu Lingyun must have widened again!
He couldn't beat Peng Chaoyang, nor could he beat Xu Lingyun. Among the younger generation, apart from that peerless being who could hold up the sky and control the seas, there were still many people ahead of him.

"There are so many heroes in this world, we can't relax for even a moment..."

Muchen took a deep breath and clenched his fists involuntarily.

Seeing Muchen's expression, Luo Li gently persuaded Muchen not to lose heart. If it really didn't work, he should not rely on cultivation. He could go back and try to get the recognition of the ancestral tower, and rely on the ancestral tower to unleash the strength of the Holy Grade Heavenly Supreme.

The corners of Muchen's mouth twitched, and he thought that it was not like the Sword Domain was without holy relics handed down from generation to generation, and it was impossible for the Green Shirt Sword Saint to be reluctant to part with the treasure.

Qing Yanjing watched the two people joking and laughing with a smile, enjoying this happy atmosphere very much.

Not long after, a strong stream of spiritual energy shot out from the distance again. After a few breaths, it appeared in front of the three people, clasped his fists and greeted them expressionlessly. His voice was hoarse as if he had not spoken for a long time:
"Greetings to Great Elder Qing Yanjing, Young Clan Leader Muchen, and Saintess Luo Li."

Muchen and the other two knew that the visitor was a master from the grave-keeping clan, so they nodded and followed the two of them across the numerous mountain tombs and rushed to the black square in the core area of ​​the Northern Desolate Hills. There, huge black bronze coffins stood there, deeply embedded in the earth like nails, like the points of a large formation.

"The Immortal Emperor's attainments in spiritual formations have indeed reached a level above that of a saint. He is truly a scholar of heaven, incomparable to people of later generations."

Qing Yanjing was a grandmaster of holy spirit formations and was extremely sensitive to them. He could clearly sense what a terrifying formation the bronze coffin on the square had formed.

Once this formation is released, it will be a piece of cake to wipe out a Saint-level powerhouse. Even a Saint-level late-stage Heavenly Supreme will not have the slightest chance of escape.

Hearing this, the expressionless gravekeeper revealed a rare proud smile, pointed at the huge coffin and exclaimed:

“Not only that, after our new leader came here, he led us to strengthen the seals on these black copper coffins, so that the evil spirit here would leak less.

The new master's talent is not inferior to that of the Immortal Emperor. Given time, he will surely reach a level comparable to that of the Immortal Emperor and the Flame Emperor!"

"It seems that King Ye has really done a lot of great things in recent times. It's a pity that my cultivation is not enough and I can't go with King Ye."

Xu Lingyun, who was far away, also learned from the guide about the various efforts Ye Kong had made for the world during his retreat. He couldn't help feeling regretful and hated that his cultivation was not good enough.

Those things should have been considered by Qin Tian, ​​the Immortal Lord and others, but the young junior Ye Kong directly took over the banner and said that he became the Palace Master not to be a mascot, but to do some great things.

The most important thing is that he always does things personally and leads by example. He likes to shout "Follow me" instead of "Do it for me". How can we not admire such a person?
After the two groups met again, they did not intend to avoid each other. They landed in front of the Daqian Palace on the top of the black square hill, stopped for a few breaths, and then strode into the palace gate.

The light and shadow in front of his eyes suddenly changed, and the sky and earth darkened for a moment. What jumped into his sight again was a vast and spacious circular arena with swaying lights. Many Heavenly Supremes took their seats based on their strength.

The spiritual grade is a gray stone base, the immortal grade is a silver stone base, and the holy grade is a golden stone base.

The further down you go, the fewer there are. There is only a small circle of golden stone seats at the bottom, with only dozens of them, like an inverted pyramid.

"You all came fairly quickly. Great Elder Fu Tu, Young Clan Chief, Saintess Tai Ling, Young Lord of the Sword Domain, please come to the golden feast." A calm voice rang out. Ye Kong, who was sitting cross-legged among the heroes, was like the king of kings. He looked up and smiled at them.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a slight commotion in the hall, and many eyes were cast over, showing doubt, and most of them fell on Muchen.

Qing Yanjing's strength is unquestionable. Luo Li wears the robes of the saint of the Tailing Ancient Clan. In theory, her status is the same as that of the clan leader of the Tailing Ancient Clan, that is, King Ye. No one will make things difficult for her.

The Young Lord of the Sword Domain is the descendant of the Sword Saint and he himself is extremely talented. The Green Shirt Sword Saint is extremely powerful, so it’s okay to give him some face, but for Muchen... there seems to be no reason.

But King Ye has already spoken, so it's okay to give this kid a little face.

Facing the scrutinizing gazes of a group of Heavenly Supremes, Muchen's scalp felt numb. At this moment, he did not have the strength to defeat a Heavenly Supreme of the middle stage of the Saint Grade as described in the original novel. Even if he risked his life, he could only fight against a Heavenly Supreme of the late stage of the Immortal Grade.

These days, the gaze of the Supreme is like a knife, which is really hard to bear.

Qing Yanjing knew what these people were up to, but since they didn't object, she couldn't say anything. She just exuded her aura slightly to block some of the gazes from Muchen.

Luo Li responded with a slightly angry look, and Xu Lingyun walked down as if nothing had happened, strolling in the garden, with a ray of spiritual sword light under his feet that was extremely close to the spiritual power of the late immortal level.

Not long after the four of them sat down, the Green Shirt Sword Saint, Qin Tian, ​​and the Immortal Lord, three powerful late-stage saints, also descended in person one after another, and many heavenly supreme beings cast respectful glances at them.

Although these three veteran strong men have withdrawn from the stage of the strongest frontier in the world, to them, they are still unattainable and supreme existences.

The holy golden throne was gradually filled up. Ye Kong stood tall, raised his hand and glanced at everyone with a smile, and said, "Okay everyone, now that everyone is here, we should go meet the evil god that day."

"Yes~!"

Everyone stood up and followed Ye Kong to the outside of Daqian Palace, and each of them stood in front of the black coffin.

Ye Kong appeared in a silver light on the bronze coffin at the core of this black land, staring calmly at the Great Thousand Demon Formation which had not yet officially started its last reincarnation.

The demon in the dark abyss seemed to have noticed the changes in the outside world. His two evil and deep demon pupils suddenly opened, emitting the most evil and coldest color in the world.

The corners of his mouth cracked slightly, as if he was waiting for Ye Kong's efforts to fail.

Ye Kong remained calm, just waiting quietly for time to pass. A vast sea of ​​spiritual light gradually emerged under his feet, ready to go.

"Don't worry. You are just the biggest prey today. What I want is to uproot you all. If you can come out, I will be looking forward to it..."

Since arriving at the Northern Desolate Hill, he has been busy like a top for the past year, doing everything he could think of to ensure that nothing would go wrong.

He knew that this Great Thousand Demon Formation might not be able to trap the Heavenly Evil God, but no matter whether it could be trapped or not, strengthening the defense would always make the Heavenly Evil God suffer more. It would be impossible for him to hum a little tune with his eyes narrowed, leisurely waiting for the day to see the light of day again.

The air was extremely quiet, and three hours passed in a flash. The cycle of the Great Thousand Demon Formation reached the critical point that occurs once in a thousand years.

"Roar!"

Tian Xie Shen sensed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and let out a roar towards the sky that could change the world. The entire Northern Desolate Hill began to tremble violently with his roar.

The devil showed his power, the immortal formation showed his power, the bronze coffin on the black square shook violently, and rays of spiritual light shot out, connecting with each other in the air, forming a grim and ancient formation of destruction.

The Buddhist chants rolled out in the formation, releasing infinite repressive power, calming the earth and silencing the demon.

"Everyone, the time has come. Prepare to follow me and operate the formation to wipe out the last life mark of this evil god!"

"I'll wait for the order!"

"Boom!"

The spiritual energy of the Northern Desolate Hills rushed into the sky, and the roar and vibration sounds were endless. Ye Kong controlled the core of the great formation, connecting with the spiritual power of many supreme beings in the sky; the ancient formation began to slowly operate.

It was at this moment that the furious Tianxie God really began to charge into the formation. The Emperor of the Northern Desolate Hill began to shake madly again. Huge cracks appeared in the ground, and demonic energy like wolf smoke rose into the sky, indicating that the world had entered the most critical moment!

The demonic energy emerged, the sky and the earth darkened, and accompanied by the roar of the devil, it seemed to be able to destroy the psychological defenses of every supreme being in the world, and no one could stop it.

A faint "hehe" laugh sounded, and a shadow with evil eyes emerged from under the huge crack, bringing destruction and death. Feelings of despair inexplicably surged into the hearts of many strong men.

“Heavenly Evil God, this is my world, not a place for you to run wild! This place today will be where you will be buried!”

Ye Kong's loud shout, like a huge bell, resounded throughout the heavens. The vast sea of ​​immortal energy filled the sky, sweeping through the devil fog. The world suddenly became clear, bringing strong hope.

If there weren't real cracks wriggling in the earth, perhaps no one would feel a sense of crisis.

"All living beings work together to slay the demon!"

Ye Kong shook his robe, and his immortal body, several feet tall, reappeared in the world under the watchful eyes of the crowd. The purple-gold immortal aura was mighty and surging, and endless spiritual power surged from Ye Kong's body and fell into the bronze coffin at his feet.

The people who were awakened immediately summoned the Supreme Dharmakāya, and extremely powerful spiritual power poured into the black bronze coffin. The great formation exerted its power, and instantly a layer of spiritual power light net was shone on the ground of the Northern Desolate Hills, firmly sealing every crack in the ground where demonic energy was rolling.

"Boom-"

After a dozen breaths, the black copper coffin, which had absorbed enough spiritual power, trembled violently, and tremendous spiritual power surged out of the coffin and fell into the Great Thousand Demon Formation in the sky.

In the center of the formation, the immortal spiritual power on the holy item gathered again, forming a mottled immortal ancient spear, pointing at the Heavenly Evil God from a distance.

"kill!"

Ye Kong roared, and the ancient spear turned into a ray of light with a "swoosh", falling from the sky and shooting into the depths of the earth.

"Uh-huh~!"

(End of this chapter)