Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 652: Bury Me in the Questioning Stone

As the fiery wind rose into the sky, a phoenix cried and flew over the mountain of swords, spreading its wings and soaring high.

Its momentum is like a rainbow, its shape is majestic, and its authority is like a prison!

This was the second time that Qiao Po and the others had seen this Dharma image.

When they saw it for the first time, the four of them also took action, but they were unable to do anything to this Dharmadhatu.

Therefore, the moment the Dharma image appeared, Qiao Po and the others all looked ugly.

"Don't give him a chance, go all out."

It was when Grandma Qiao shouted that the four of them stopped at the same time.

The mountain of knives, the pot of oil, and the river of Styx are all here.

The towering mountains turned into thousands of blades.

There are ghosts crying in the River Styx.

The oil pan was scorching hot.

And Grandma Qiao transformed herself into an endless shadow from a ghost den and rushed towards the Fire Phoenix.

For a moment, the flames flickered and dissipated, and the Fire Phoenix image trembled continuously.

"Can you withstand it?"

The old Taoist was a little worried about Han Yu, seeing him going up the mountain of knives and stepping into the River Styx, with oil pans constantly falling on him, and the shadows even tied up Han Yu's feet.

Han Yu nodded silently with a sullen face. After holding his breath, his sea of ​​consciousness boiled even more violently.

Suddenly, the fire became brighter!
Huh~
A fierce phoenix cry sounded from the Dharma image.

in a blink!
The mountain of swords was ablaze.

The River Styx is like oil boiling over a raging fire.

Han Yu smashed the oil pan and broke free from the shadow.

"It would be better if your Dharma form didn't have such terrible drawbacks."

For a moment, the old Taoist couldn't help but stare and couldn't help but sigh out loud.

The old Taoist saw the disadvantages clearly at the beginning. Although he had never experienced it personally, that kind of pain was definitely not as simple as burning.

Even he couldn't stand the temperature from Han Yu's body, so one could imagine that his internal organs were probably burning with pain.

But he now clearly sees the power of the Dharma.

What was Han Yu doing? He was destroying the Dharma images of the other four people with his own strength.

what does this mean?
This means that from a Dharma perspective, Han Yu’s Fire Phoenix is ​​enough to crush the combined efforts of the four.

"Give you a little more time to make further progress. It will be easy for you to kill these four people."

At the moment when the old Taoist made the assertion, the mountain of swords melted away, the water of the Styx dried up, the oil pot disappeared without a trace, and the shadow had already been burned in the flames.

"Let's go! Come back and take revenge when you become more powerful."

Seeing this, the old Taoist hurriedly urged them on.

"Don't waste too much time with them. We don't have much power in our sea of ​​consciousness."

The spirit of the weapon was also giving a reminder.

Han Yu could only glance at the four people from a distance, and then his Dharma image stretched out and turned into a huge stream of light.

The old Taoist was actually wrong. During this confrontation, he already felt that there was a possibility of killing these guys.

There is no need to wait until later. As long as he dares to risk his life, these guys will die here.

Unfortunately, the power in his sea of ​​consciousness was not enough to support him in continuing the fight, and he had to use his remaining strength to quickly go back and seek luck to prolong his life.

Huh~
The sound of the phoenix's cry resounded through the sky, and it took Han Yu and the old Taoist away to the end of the western border.

Qiao Po and the other three no longer dared to chase them!

They were a little frightened from the moment Han Yu broke the Dharma images of the four of them.

How long has it been since this guy became stronger?
For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

"Then what should we do?"

The one asking the questions was Zui Rong, a sturdy man with a worried look on his face.

Not only did they fail to kill Su Xiaoxiao, but they also suffered heavy casualties.

This guy also suffered a setback and couldn't even kill a native of Central China.

When I think about it, I feel like we are useless people.

It seemed that he was not the only one who had this idea, and the morale of the four of them was visibly low.

"Go back first!"

The bridge lady sighed in distress and waved her hand listlessly to release the stone bridge.

Han Yu went a hundred miles away, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

The boiling of the sea of ​​consciousness only increased, which made the spirit of the weapon very worried.

The disadvantages of unbalanced magical powers are too great. Han Yu just broke through the four people's Dharma images and burst out with a wave. The combination of fire and wood is even more raging, continuously increasing the power of magical powers.

It is terrifying that there is no way to control it independently, and the power can only be exerted upwards but cannot be restrained.

This is just Han Yu's fate... Bah! So tough!
If someone else had come, he would have been dead without leaving any trace.

"You are in a serious state now, you know?"

The weapon spirit spoke anxiously. The sea of ​​consciousness was boiling, and the power consumption was getting greater and greater, which gave Han Yu less and less time.

More importantly, the burden on Han Yu's body is also increasing, which is the most serious.

"Faster!"

At this point, all it could do was urge Han Yu to go as fast as possible.

On the Central Continent side, after the celestial phenomena changed, a group of people all went into the sea.

The entire Xinhai Stone City was deserted and dead silent.

Even the wood spirit hiding in the back mountain abandoned its original body and followed the Central Continent cultivator into the sea.

Even if its original body is gone, it may not necessarily die.

But if it's gone, it's really gone.

Although the heaven and earth will give birth to it again, it will no longer be the same as it was before.

It is worth mentioning that there is a spirit following Mu Ling.

A red duck!

That’s right, it’s that naughty fire spirit.

The two spirits seemed to be having a pleasant conversation together, but it was difficult for others to understand.

How a wood spirit that calls out "yo-yo" can successfully communicate with a fire spirit that calls out "ga-ga-ga".

"Can your spirit be far away from your body?"

Mu Ling asked curiously.

It also knew about the incident with the Fire Spirit. How did a spirit from the southern territory cross such a long distance and appear here?

"It's definitely not possible. It was those guys who did the crafts who sent the duck's body here."

The Fire Spirit shook its butt back and forth, looking very dissatisfied.

As for the craftsmen it was referring to, Mu Ling guessed it was probably the Mo family members.

But what it was more curious about was, what was the purpose of sending the Fire Spirit?
Keep it company?

Naturally not.

The Fire Spirit became even more dissatisfied when he said this, and started to yell in a hoarse voice.

"They said they brought the duck's original body here to knock down some rocks, and they wanted to use the duck's scraps to find earth spirits."

"But they knocked off a quarter of the old duck."

So, no wonder the Fire Spirit was so angry.

So much so that now when it sees the group of great elders from the nine sects, it wants to peck them in the face until they bleed.

Because the bad idea came from these old guys.

The reason! Didn't they find the Fire Spirit with the scraps of the Wood Spirit?

It's just that what they had at the beginning were leftovers, and this time they planned to assign as many people as possible to search, so the amount would naturally be larger, so the Fire Spirit was really in trouble.

Another person who suffered the disaster was probably Ling Wuce. Xiaotong threw all the affairs here to him. He stayed indoors and trapped on a boat alone, not allowing anyone to disturb him.

He did this because he knew that Quan Xiaotong wanted to find the center of the formation as soon as possible.

But he really couldn't bear it anymore; the pressure was too great.

In addition to the original five floors, the group here now includes nine sects and major sects in the world of cultivators.

He had no problem managing a hundred people, but when it came to such a large number of people, he really lost his mind.

Just when he was looking worried, a monk came hurriedly to report.

"There is a huge movement in the sky above the East Territory!"

What's going on?
Before the monk could say anything, the sound of a phoenix was heard.

Ling Wu Ce quickly stood up when he heard it. If he heard correctly, this must be Han Yu's magical power.

Han Yu is back!
Not only he heard the cries, but others also heard them. Soon, figures broke through the water and gathered in one place.

When looking up at the sky from afar, I saw a huge fire phoenix flickering, as if it would dissipate at any time.

Two figures can be vaguely seen, one is Han Yu, and the other is naturally the old Taoist.

After watching for a while, he only saw the fire phoenix circling, but never saw it land.

A group of people looked at each other, not understanding what Han Yu was trying to do.

"Something seems wrong."

Ling Wu Ce's expression tightened.

Something was definitely wrong, because Han Yu was now gritting his teeth and enduring the pain of having his last bit of strength drained away.

It’s not that I don’t want to go down, but that I can’t go down.

This was the third time his sea of ​​consciousness had been drained, and because it had not yet fully recovered, his condition was even worse.

Now, in addition to the pain of physical collapse, even his thoughts are gradually becoming scattered.

Fearing that he would faint and die without knowing why, Han Yu mustered his last bit of strength to speak to the Taoist priest.

"No matter what, bury me in the stone of inquiry later."

After he finished speaking, all the power in his sea of ​​consciousness was finally drained out. With his head tilted, he fell into a coma as if he was relieved.

(End of this chapter)