Day and night tour

Chapter 339 Chaos Zhong He Dao
Zha Xing slapped down with his palm, but did not hit King Xishan's chest or abdomen.

The painter used the "law of space" to teleport above King Xishan and blocked a palm for him.

With just one palm, Zha Xing smashed the painter's ribs in the chest and abdomen into pieces, and white bone fragments splashed out from the blood pit in the body.

The painter felt pain and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still did not dare to neglect it. He carried King Xishan on his back and went into the "Wangliang" space. His figure disappeared.

This is the beauty of the "Law of Space".

Outside the real space, there is another layer of space, called "Wangling Space". When ordinary mortals enter this space, their flesh and blood will be weathered into rough sand by the cold wind of the dead souls inside.

There is almost no intersection between the monster space and the real space. If the painter hides, according to common sense, Zhaxing will not be able to find him.

But the truth still remains the same - Zha Xing's skills and abilities were gained through one fierce battle after another. She has killed countless people in her life, which forged her into a human weapon.

"Qingtian Dao disciple Yuan Yang, recite the Qingtian Dao Sutra."

Zha Xing almost subconsciously controlled those Yuan Yang souls and chanted scriptures.

The souls of Qingtian Dao disciples are called Yuanyang, but they are still a kind of evil spirit.
When the evil ghosts recite Taoist scriptures, they make a Taoist voice that is neither yin nor yang. These Taoist voices are almost inaudible to normal people, but they can penetrate the real world and continue to echo in the "ghost space".

When the sound passed through the painter and Xishanwang, the sound transmitted back was a little muffled, just a little bit muffled than the other sounds, but even such a subtle difference still could not escape Zhaxing's ears.

"White Tiger Killing Formation, seven kills from a distance."

The star-blocking movement once again attracted the seven stars of the Western White Tiger.

Kui, Lou, Wei, Mao, Bi, Zi, Shen,

The seven stars condensed into a tiger shape, and it pounced forward in the direction of Zhaxing's finger, and then used its two front claws to strike out with great force. The invisible barrier between the real space and the demon space was twisted and deformed under the strong attack, and a huge deep pit was formed.

Then, there were two muffled groans.
The painter and King Xishan were both knocked out of the monster space.
The painter has air going in, but no air going out.
King Xishan's body also had several cracks. Fortunately, Master Jiu's Ten Thousand Souls Paper Banner was deployed in time to block the White Tiger's Seven Stars, blocking the White Tiger's final fierce attack.

Otherwise, it is hard to say for the painter, but King Xishan, who has temporarily lost the power of incense, will definitely be killed here.

King Xishan, the only Nine-Stick Master in Mingjiang Mansion who has mastered Xigu's true teachings, is no match for Zhaxing.

"The ancestral peach tree, with its ten thousand branches spreading out, captures the star."

Peng Sheng hung upside down, using his own lifespan as fuel to drive the branches of the Peach Blossom Tree, like thousands of tentacles, to wrap around Zha Xing, in an effort to capture this top White Walker in the world.

Zhaxing disappeared again, and only a faint voice could be heard, calling out to Zhao Qingxiao: "Master, King Xishan is no longer able to fight. There is no natural enemy for you in the Prison Dragon Well. Step on the seven stars and drive this well to crush all these wandering gods.

Zhao Qingxiao is also Nine-Stick Incense. This time, he came specifically for Zhou Xuan's corpse and the Four-Realm White Fox. He was restrained by King Xishan's "True Teachings of the Valley" not long ago, but that doesn't mean he is Nine-Stick Incense in vain.

"Just right, just right, this old Taoist's well can serve as a tombstone for these wandering gods day and night."

"Zhao Qingxiao, you are the great wizard of the Capital Prefecture, and you also receive offerings from the Capital Prefecture. How dare you openly associate with Zha Xing?" Shang Wenjun accused angrily.

"Openly? What do you mean openly? The chess game of the world has sealed off Mingjiang Mansion. Even if the Nuo God himself comes, he cannot enter this mansion... If I kill you, who will know?"

"Hey……"

Shang Wenjun sighed.

The chess game gave Zhao Qingxiao a reason to act recklessly.

"Kill everyone in Mingjiang Mansion, and I, Zhao Qingxiao, will be a clean person again. I will still be worshipped by Jingcheng Mansion, and I will still be the elegant Thunder and Fire Master in Dunjia Hall."

"Oh, by the way, with the bodies of the Four Realms Fox and King Xishan, I won't take Zhou Xuan's body! Our Dunjia ancestor will definitely come out of retreat, and with the support of Zhaxing, Foguo, and Huangyuan Great Monster - Qingtian Dao will be the number one in the Taoist sect."

"I, Zhao Qingxiao, am the head of the world's number one Taoist sect. All the Taoists, such as the Heavenly Eye Temple and the Dragon Seekers, must bow down to us.
My Dao is profound, and my Dao will last forever."

While Zhao Qingxiao was dreaming, he pointed his toes at the seven stars and, with the Big Dipper as the origin, urged the Prison Dragon Well to spin wildly.

A well was going to become a millstone that would destroy the world and grind the wandering gods of Mingjiang and Pingshui prefectures into powder.

And Zha Xing was already prepared. Once the Dragon Prison Well was activated, she would be like the King of Hell in the world, relying on her strong physique, the treacherous changes of her body shape, and the boundless power of the stars to strike again and again, beheading those wandering gods one by one in the well...

……

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

Zen Master Wuya on the chessboard made the Zen seal of initiation and then spread his Buddha power.

Pure, heavy golden Buddha energy surged out from the top of Zen Master Wuya's head, entering the Mingjiang Prefecture like a breeze, and drifting towards the ancient tree golden bell of the Youshen Division.

When the Cliff Monk saw that Zhao Wuya actually took the initiative to disperse the Dao, he asked, "Master, since you have such Buddha power, why don't you enter the Mingjiang Bureau and fight Zhaxing head-on, but disperse the Buddha's energy to bless the Golden Bell?"

"I still have to play chess with you, I can't leave."

Zen Master Wuya said: "Besides, the Buddha once said, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

"I don't quite understand how you people in Jing country have accumulated so many lifetimes of good fortune to achieve the twenty-one Zen, yet you don't cherish them at all... Those who have dispersed the Dao will disperse the Dao, and those who have achieved the leaves will achieve the leaves..."

"You Buddhists practice Buddhism, but you can only become evil Buddhas or vicious Vajra. Naturally, you don't understand."

Zen Master Wuya smiled and said, "After I entered the chess game, the master and I had already discussed it. My scattered way is one of the back-up plans of Mingjiang Mansion."

"When did you discuss this with Mr. Da?"

"In the empty mirror."

Zen Master Wuya said: "In the empty and bright mirror, Master Da saw the image of the ancient Buddha under the Bodhi tree, and used a lotus in the mirror to guide me to Zen. Master Da and I have already communicated with each other, so naturally I can talk to him about strategy in his empty and bright world."

"Are you guys cheating again?"

"The master and I are playing chess together, so we are considered as one person. How can it be considered cheating if I talk to myself?"

Zen Master Wuya said: "I am Zen Wuya, I have great vitality. I will disperse this Buddha power and bless the golden bell to fight Zhaxing. I may not necessarily have a chance of winning, unless..."

"Unless what?"

“Unless the day and night parades of the gods in Mingjiang Mansion can awaken the true spirit of the parade.”

"What is the spirit of wandering gods?" the cliff monk asked again.

Zen Master Wuya remained silent.

……

The boundless Buddha power, like a waterfall, went straight to the golden bell of the Youshensi after entering the game.

The bell rang three times and turned into a huge golden bell, covering all the wandering gods from Mingjiang Prefecture and Pingshui Prefecture.

Zha Xing rushed out and slapped the golden bell with his palm, leaving a mark.
Zhao Qingxiao's Prison Dragon Well was spinning, trying to create cracks in the cover.
And there were indeed tiny spider-web cracks on the golden bell cover.

The golden bell cover, blessed by Zen Master Wuya's Buddhist power, is very strong. It can withstand the bombardment of two figures who are stronger than nine incense sticks and save the lives of the day and night wandering gods inside. It has a bit of the Buddhist meaning of indestructibility.

But the Golden Bell Cover is not omnipotent. If this trend continues, it won't be long before the bell cover will be crushed by the might of Zha Xing and Zhao Qingxiao.
When the bell is broken, no one can stop Zha Xing and Zhao Qingxiao.

"Wandering around day and night? You're so arrogant all your life. If you really have the power, you should come out of the golden bell and fight to the death with me, Zhaxing."

"Mingjiang Prefecture Parade of Gods, Pingshui Prefecture Parade of Gods, I know that you are arrogant and domineering. Do you dare to fight me in Prison Dragon Well head-on, instead of hiding in the Golden Bell like a turtle?"

The battle has reached a fever pitch. Zha Xing and Zhao Qingxiao have been unable to defeat the enemy for a long time and have become quite anxious. They are naturally merciless in their words and even more ferocious in their fighting.

Inside the Golden Bell, the musician and the painter were extremely peaceful.

In Mingjiang Prefecture, for the past twenty years or so, the leaders have always been the Elders' Association.

The first two priests of the Bone Elders' Society also became the leaders in the city.

Although the situation has changed now, Peng Sheng has emerged as a new force. Not only is he at the same level as the painter, but he is also the ancestor of the tree clan, controls Pengjia Town, and has a divine status.

From any perspective, Peng Sheng's voice should exceed that of the painter.

But people have inertia.

Today, the painter's right to speak still remains, and the painter and musician are still regarded as the leaders of Mingjiang in everyone's eyes. Even Peng Sheng himself has no objection to this.

The painter and the musician communicated with each other via secret letters.

"Mingjiang Mansion only has one last hope left."

"You mean the young sir?"

"No, it's the ancient tree golden bell. The golden bell has a powerful Buddha power blessing, and it has completely awakened. We can use the golden bell and the ancestral tree to fight with Zhaxing and Zhao Qingxiao."

"You mean... use the method recorded in the ancient books?"

"Correct."

"So, no matter whether we succeed or fail in this fight, all the day and night wandering gods in Mingjiang will perish at the same time. No one will survive. Even the ancestral tree and the golden bell, which are eternal beings without death or life, will perish completely."

"But this is our last hope," the painter said confidently.

The musician thought for a moment and then asked, "Should we announce this to all our colleagues?"

This time's fight for life is different from the previous ones. In the past, fighting for life was a chance to survive, but this time, once the fight for life begins, you will definitely not survive. You can only hope that the ancient tree and golden bell can defeat Zha Xing and Zhao Qingxiao.

"Announce to everyone that those who are willing can stay, and those who are unwilling can be sent out of the Dragon Prison Well."

When the painter said this, he and the musician reached a tacit understanding.
The two men stood up suddenly, and first said to the parade gods from Pingshui Mansion, "Master Hua, Master Jian, Master Jiu, Mr. Yuan, Madam Hongguan, you risked your lives to come to Mingjiang Mansion to help, and we are grateful, but Mingjiang Mansion has no future, and talking about gratitude seems too pale. Everyone, please accept my and the musicians' greetings."

The painter and the musician knelt on one knee at the same time and bowed deeply to the five people.

Lord Jian seemed to understand what the painter was going to do and wanted to stop him, but in the end he just sighed.

Zhou Lingyi also knew what the painter was going to do, so she advised him, "My brother hasn't released any final news yet, maybe he has a way to turn things around."

"Time is running out. Once the clock is broken, we will not be a match for Zha Xing and Zhao Qing Xiao. We have seen with our own eyes the strength of the top aliens in the world. We know that the gap between them is even greater than the distance between heaven and earth.
Everyone, you are not from Mingjiang Prefecture. If you commit a crime, you will be punished. Later, the musicians and I will do everything we can to get you out."

The painter bowed to King Xishan again and said, "Old Xi, we have been friends for many years. Thank you for showing your divine power today. We, the wandering gods, swear to fight Zhaxing for our lives, but you have concerns. You haven't explained the fox clan's divine bones yet, so it's not appropriate for you to stay. We will send you out later."

“Old Hua…” King Xishan wanted to say something else, but he couldn’t speak anymore.

When the painter said this, he turned around and said firmly: "My fellow Mingjiang Youshen colleagues, we are not good enough in cultivation and our skills are not good enough. We are incompetent and cannot defeat Zhaxing and Zhao Qingxiao today.

But the birth of the Day and Night God was originally to protect the peace of the area and guard the city. Incompetent is incompetent. Today, we swear to live and die with Mingjiang Mansion. "

"Ancient books have a method that requires a wandering god in a mansion to dedicate his life and soul to the ancestral tree and the golden bell. When the ancestral tree and the golden bell merge, they can become a true ancestral tree and golden bell, unleashing astonishing power to suppress all enemies in the mansion."

"I, the painter and musician, am willing to sacrifice my life to promote the unity of Zushu and Jinzhong. If you share the same aspirations with me, please stay. If you do not want to die, please stand up and join Lord Jian and others. The musician and I will escort you out later."

Shang Wenjun, Hua Qingying, Li Chengfeng, Gu Ling, Xia Jin and the others, none of them had the intention to leave. In their eyes, there was only determination, determination, and determination.

In addition to them, the rest of the parade gods, big and small, also held the lanterns tightly in their hands, with a look of readiness to die.

"Well, you are all great. In terms of cultivation, we are not qualified enough, but in terms of courage, we have never been afraid of anyone."

The painter turned his head sharply, raised his arms, and called out, "Shang Wenjun, Hua Qingying, gather the wandering gods in the witch hall, as well as the other witch disciples who are willing to stay, and ring the bell to summon the souls."

After receiving the order, Shang Wenjun and Hua Qingying pretended to sleep, their souls left their bodies, and all the ruthless red threads on their bodies dispersed. They used the red threads as ropes and their souls as bell tongues, shaking their souls and hitting the bell.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The ancestral tree and the golden bell merged into one. Peng Sheng naturally knew this method - no one who participated in the merger could survive.

But he had no scruples. Anyway, this time, the Tree Clan came to Gangfeng Cave from Pengjia Town to help Zhou Xuan kill the god "Gong Zheng", and they were already prepared for the death of their entire clan.

However, plans could not keep up with the changes, and "Gong Zheng" was not killed, but was involved in this chess game between heaven and earth.

"Painter, musician, and the founder of the Pengjia Town Tree Clan, the ancestral tree of the Hedao."

Thousands of branches of the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree pierced into the ground, and when they were pulled out, they were all members of the Tree Clan hanging upside down.

When they arrived, Peng Sheng and the White Deer Priest had already made arrangements. The children and their mothers in the tribe would stay in Pengjia Town, and the rest would come to participate in the war.

Therefore, they had nothing to worry about in the future. Every member of the tribe swung their branches desperately, turning the peach tree into a giant umbrella.

The peach tree slowly rose up, and countless roots emerged from the ground, carrying the fragrance of the earth, looking for new soil to take root.

When the ancestral tree flew above the golden bell, its roots, like countless powerful tentacles and claws, pierced into the golden bell.

Before the Golden Bell was blessed by the power of Buddha, it was not full of vitality and could not withstand the connection with the ancestral tree. But now with the vitality of the Buddha's power of Zen Master Wuya, it can achieve "harmony with the Tao".

The power of the ancestral tree and the golden bell are of the same origin. Now that they are combined, a sense of murderousness from the original power of the Well Country is revealed.

The painting of the avenue from ancient times also slowly unfolded as the ancestral tree connected to the golden bell.

"The bell soul has returned to its place, the ancestral tree is connected, let's send Pingshui Youshen, Guanniang, and Xishan King away first!"

the painter hissed.

The rest of the witches who were performing the parade also pretended to sleep, allowing their souls to swim into the golden bell and become the ancient witch cloud patterns on the bell.

The cloud patterns were shining, and the golden bell of the ancestral tree was urged to rise to a height of more than ten feet, and then suddenly sank and landed on the ground. A powerful murderous force blasted a crack as wide as a person on the Dragon Prison Well.

"Send Lord Jian, Lao Xi and the others away."

The painter flashed to the wall of the Golden Bell and used his flesh and blood to fit it together, creating the beast and cloud patterns on the bell.

The musicians, Li Chengfeng, Gu Ling, Xia Jin and others also followed suit.

They used parts of their bodies to form the patterns of the ancestral tree Golden Bell, and at the same time they sacrificed their lives, becoming one of the wills of the ancestral tree Golden Bell.

The lanterns of the gods that roamed day and night flew one by one onto the golden bell of the ancestral tree, and then their flesh and blood merged into the vibrant golden bell.

Under their urging, the golden bell blocked the crack in the prison well that was as wide as a person.

The ancestral tree, the Golden Bell, became a wall, blocking Zhaxing's way out of the well. At the same time, Lord Jian, Zhou Lingyi, King Xishan and others also used the Golden Bell as a passage to get out of the Dragon Prison Well.

After getting out of the well, they went their separate ways.

King Xishan stretched out his hand and called Fox Slave over, and asked this trusted fox to carry his badly injured body and run towards East Market Street.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty."

Seeing that King Xishan was so badly injured, Hu Nuer felt very distressed and dared not walk faster for fear of bumping King Xishan.

"It's just a minor injury. It won't kill you. Hurry up, Fox Slave. I want to hand over the fox clan's sacred bone to Yun Cui."

King Xishan has put his life at risk. The only thing that worries him is the fox clan's inheritance - the sacred bone, which he has to hand over to the future master of the fox clan.

Lord Arrow, Lord Wine, and Lady Red Coffin each left in different directions.

They were reluctant to leave, but Zhou Lingyi persuaded them: "Three adults, each of you go in a different direction, and you must survive - someone needs to write down how the Mingjiang doomsday happened and what details it contained, and take them out - the people in this city must not die in vain."

"Especially Master Jian and Master Jiu, you were sent here by the Tree Gate. Once the game of Mingjiang Mansion is over, the Zhou family's ancestral tree will immediately sense you, and the Tree Gate will take you back to Pingshui Mansion. You must try your best to stay alive until the game is over."

"how about you?"

The wine master asked Zhou Lingyi.

Zhou Lingyi thought for a moment and said, "I have to wait for my brother."

Yuan Buyu also wanted to wait for his apprentice, so the two of them stayed outside the Dragon Prison Well.

The Prison Dragon Well had already been breached. Shang Wenjun's spirit struck the golden bell again, almost roaring, "Witch disciples who wish to live and die with Mingjiang Mansion, enter the golden bell with your soul and achieve the supreme power of the ancestral tree golden bell."

In the witch's hall, hundreds of people suddenly fell asleep at the same time. Their souls left their bodies and crashed into the golden bell of the ancestral tree. Some of them turned into flower and grass patterns, and some turned into insect and bird patterns.

Every time the soul of a witch enters the golden bell, the bell becomes more lively.

The scholars of the Bone Elders Society put their hands deep into their chests and attached their strong flesh and blood to the golden bell.

These nerds on weekdays, at this moment, are like warriors one after another, running towards the golden bell and merging with the ancestral tree, the golden bell.

With each additional ferocious beast pattern made of bones and flesh, the golden bell becomes more powerful.

The ancestral tree golden bell is a huge container that absorbs the flesh and blood of the elders and the souls of the witches of Mingjiang Mansion, and condenses it into a chaotic golden bell from ancient times.

The fusion between the peach tree and the golden bell is becoming deeper and deeper. It seems to have become the wooden handle of the golden bell. The ancestral tree and the golden bell are perfectly integrated.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The golden bell rang again, the sound was deep and fierce, ready to attack Zhaxing.

The three fierce bell sounds had already caused cracks in the Prison Dragon Well. Zhao Qingxiao, who was in charge of the "Well-Character Taoist Talisman", suffered backlash when the well was broken, and his five internal organs were damaged. He coughed up blood on the spot.

"These crazy people."

Zha Xing gritted his teeth and cursed.

She never expected that the gods who wandered day and night in Mingjiang Mansion would really unite and fight for their lives.

"Lord Zhaxing, what should we do now?"

"Hide first. Neither you nor I can withstand this ancient chaos bell."

Zhaxing is about to hide in the fog.

Zhao Qingxiao asked: "Is there no way to stop the formation of Chaos Clock in advance?"

Zha Xing looked at Zhao Qingxiao as if he were a fool: "Didn't you see how the Prison Dragon Well was broken?"

At this time, the ancestral tree Golden Bell has not yet truly merged with the Dao, and the range of its attack is limited. As long as it doesn't get close to the enemy, it's fine. But if it gets close to the enemy, that would be tantamount to seeking death.
After Zha Xing and Zhao Qingxiao escaped, the nine toughest tendons of the ancestral tree shuttled through the walls of the golden bell, piercing the soul, flesh and blood of every person who entered the golden bell. It was weaving the tendons of the ancestral tree's golden bell.

"These idiots, once the ancestral tree golden bell is formed, they will become a part of the golden bell forever, and they will never be able to reincarnate."

The cliff monk angrily slammed the chess table and yelled at the golden bell...

(End of this chapter)