Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 716: Man-Made Dharma

The situation in the East Border New City once became one-sided.

Li Yingqi's Dharma image was almost rampant in front of this group of Central Continent people.

Despite various methods used, there was still no effective way to harm him.

The powerful men from Central Continent who had taken the elixir tried one after another, but none of them could stop it.

Nan Fengdu, the only one who had the ability to block the attack, had become a bloody man. After repeated reversals, his spiritual power almost erupted to the point of bursting out of his body.

Wu Seng looked so miserable that he was about to withdraw his forbidden fighting ability and go over to help when Nan Fengdu stopped him with difficulty.

"do not want!"

Why not?

Without Wu Seng's ability to restrain others, the casualties on the other side would only be greater.

Under the bombardment of these wandering monks, the Tianbo Ferry below would probably be shattered in a moment.

Furthermore, so many people have tried it, and although the effect of the elixir is incredible, it is still within a certain range.

At least they can’t let those who are at the Divine Platform Realm reach the level of counterattacking the Divine Dao Realm.

After all, they were too optimistic. Using this ability to barely deal with the Taoist monks was already the limit, and they even dreamed of using it against the Shinto strongmen.

I'm afraid Han Yu can't even deal with the Divine Dao Realm on his own?
How could he possibly expect his elixir to accomplish something that he himself could not do?

This group of people were thinking with sadness in their hearts.

When the Dharma image bombarded down, a huge noise suddenly spread out, and just one blow was enough to knock a group of people down without any ability to fight back.

Among them, Quan Xiaotong and other people from the outer sect who were relatively close were severely injured and flew out, almost dying on the spot.

One can imagine how big the gap is between Shinto and the altar, and this was Li Yingqi's deliberate holding back in order to capture the prisoners alive. If he had acted normally, it would not have been difficult to kill this group of people in the blink of an eye.

On Wu Seng's side, the Dharma Image suddenly dropped from the sky, and within the forbidden fighting range, he was unable to stop his attack. The Dharma Image stretched out his arms, and a ghost den of several miles spread out, covering the forbidden fighting area.

"broken!"

Wu Seng cried out in horror, his forbidden fighting ability was broken!
And it's so easy.

After losing the forbidden fighting area, the one-mile sea area centered on Wu Seng was in turmoil again. Soon, ship wreckage began to float up, followed by young monks rushing out one after another, some of whom were killed before they could even leave the sea.

Balls of fluorescent light kept rising into the sky, gathering on the dome, and were then swallowed up by the void magic circle.

This scene made the powerful people in Central China's eyes bloodshot. Most of those who could gather here were either elites from various factions or the future of various sects.

Which sect leader would not feel heartbroken after being strangled like this?

The strong men who had fallen to the ground couldn't help but fly up again. Xia Wuyou rushed out at the first moment and cast three spells at the same time.

Golden light spreads across the ground, like a swift meteor!
The hoop is as tight as a prison, locking up all the evil spirits!
The forbidden abyss is like the sea, trapping all the monsters in the land!
Xia Wuyou used all his abilities, even launching attacks repeatedly without regard for the cost. His sea of ​​consciousness was constantly in turmoil. One after another, cultivators rolled around in the void with their heads in their hands, and one after another fell down like dumplings.

However, after only a few dozen monks, they could no longer continue.

The Dharma image swept across and once again turned this group of people into dust.

Feeling humiliated, unwilling, and beaten to the point of falling everywhere, the group of people could only watch helplessly as the monks above their heads continued to kill.

"Leave these people in the Divine Stage Realm to me, and kill the rest!"

Li Yingqi raised his hand and pointed at the group of people, speaking in a cold voice.

The stars kept rising from the sea to the sky, which meant that the lives in Zhongzhou were slipping away one by one.

On the seabed, there are still many Tianbo Ferries that are crumbling and trying to break through the waves.

However, one of the ships not only did not break away, but continued to float up.

"Are you crazy?" Zhui Hun, who had not appeared for a long time and had been hanging out with Mo Xiuwen, now looked very different.

With so many monks besieging him overhead, is he trying to die by floating up now?

Compared to last time, Mo Xiuwen's face was even more sloppy, and he looked like a madman.

His once lively eyes have now been replaced by depth, and the temperament of a young master from a noble family has long disappeared, replaced by a more steady and heavy look.

Listening to Zhuihun's words, Mo Xiuwen shook his head and sighed helplessly, "I'll go buy them some time."

If this continues, none of the monks below will be able to escape.

Zhuihun looked stunned, as if he couldn't believe it. He had never thought of dying for others.

Similarly, he also disagreed with Mo Xiuwen doing this!
"Are you stupid? Your life is worth more than theirs."

Zhuihun couldn't help but scold, "Even if Quan Xiaotong was here, he wouldn't let you exchange your life for theirs."

Even though Mo Xiuwen's talent for cultivation is not top-notch, his value in refining equipment is enormous for the entire Central Continent. These cultivators are no more powerful than individuals.

However, the abilities that Mo Xiuwen has demonstrated show that he does have the ability to make a group stronger.

How could such a genius be allowed to die?

Zhuihun felt inexplicably regretful at this moment, so he tried to persuade her again.

"Let me take you away!"

With his abilities, as long as he didn't show his head and took Mo Xiuwen and slipped away underwater during the chaos, he might be able to escape.

"I'm not going up there to risk my life to save them, but because at this moment, I'm the only one who can buy them some time."

Mo Xiuwen murmured in a low voice as if he was stating a fact.

Zhuihun frowned. He couldn't understand how a cultivator who had just been sent to the extraordinary realm could delay time under such an overwhelming attack.

"Just relying on the remains of my two or three clones that were not destroyed?"

"Or do you rely on those weird devices of yours?"

"Listen to me, there's nothing you can do in this situation."

Mo Xiuwen turned around slowly. Behind him was a large curtain like a wall. He walked to the curtain and pulled it hard. A figure like a Dharma image suddenly appeared in front of him.

It is pitch black in appearance, made of a material that looks like iron but is not iron, shaped like heavy armor, and is more than ten feet tall.

Mo Xiuwen picked up a black umbrella from the table. The material seemed to be similar to that of the mechanical Dharma image. He silently placed the umbrella in the hands of the artificial Dharma image and then went around behind it.

With a strange opening and closing sound, the mechanical Dharma image slowly opened, and Mo Xiuwen jumped in!

Zhuihun was already dumbfounded. He only knew that Mo Xiuwen had always wanted to collect materials that could be used to make spiritual treasures, but he had two or three of them buried on an isolated island in the endless sea.

No, one of them was buried by Wang Xingzhi and others.

When Mo Xiuwen first started creating it, he thought he was just going to make a bigger puppet.

However, as the complexity of the craftsmanship continued to increase, he gradually became confused. When did creating a puppet become so complicated?

Now, he finally understood!

Could it be that this imaginative little fellow really imitated the Dharma image to make this thing?

He is truly a terrifying genius. Zhuihun even wondered if Yama Palace had come a thousand years later, they would have faced an attack from everyone with a mechanical device.

By then, densely packed mechanical drugs will cover the sky, coupled with all kinds of weird abilities given by Han Yu, as well as the talents of these Central Plains people, I'm afraid even Yama Palace will have a headache!
After Mo Xiuwen entered the artificial Dharma image, he began to take steps.

Zhuihun couldn't help but frown and shouted, "Wait a minute..."

(End of this chapter)