"Those who have attained the Tao have much help, and those who have lost the Tao have little help!"

"So-and-so is the way!"

Meng Qi's voice was like a thunderclap, resounding in the heart of the Netherworld Emperor, shaking his Yuan Shen, shaking his heart, within his senses, the legendary Earth Immortal Mr. Lu Da and the Human Immortal Su Nameless were attacking the Heart Saint Relic; Yang God Zhenren Yunhe relied on the mixed Yuan Qi Shangqing God Rune to lay down the Vientiane Immortal Array, firmly trapping the seriously injured Arctic True Dragon; several senior monks of Shaolin Temple formed a small Tibetan realm, operated relics and Buddha treasures, and recited the compassionate scriptures containing the Yin Cao, and one by one the golden swastikas manifested in the heavy glazed pure light, flying towards the innate god corpse, surrounding it, a little bit of exceedance。

There are so many masters, with nearly half of the strength in the world!

The Netherworld Emperor deeply felt what it means to be stormy, what it means to be a rolling wheel of history, crushing all those who stand in the way, and what is a lot of help for those who have attained the Tao and little help for those who have lost the Tao!

At this moment, although there is not much difference between the two sides' current manifested bodies, the Netherworld Emperor has a feeling of being extremely small in front of the mad sword, as if he is the "Dao", he is the "wheel of history", the helper is very heavy, rolling forward, crushing and unconvinced!

In the entanglement of the qi machine, his momentum weakened, Meng Qi suddenly sensed, followed the qi machine and pulled it, and slashed out the long knife in his hand.

This knife, as if the yellow sun was rising, illuminated the ghost domain of the ten directions as if it were day, dissolving the death intent of time and yin, distorting the vision of the high temperature, bending the void heavily, flowing gold and flying fire, to make the enemy disappear!

"Take a knife!"

Meng Qi shouted violently, and the thunderous words rang out again. Instantaneous pronunciation.

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Within the ancient tomb realm, it was divided into four battlefields, each of which was far apart. Only the aftermath stirred.

The corpse of the Arctic True Dragon was subjected to a sword with the legendary characteristics of Su Wuming, and the body was almost cut into two pieces, and the blood of the Yin Green Dragon was sprinkled in the sky, as if it rained down, and there were dark and distorted strange corpse insects parasitic inside, which were extremely difficult to kill, once possessed. The living people were immediately turned into dead corpses to support them, and this was the Nine Demons that could only be bred by a Dharma-body-level corpse!

And the Vientiane sect has been inherited from ancient times. Many sages of the sect have even fought with the Nine Shadows Evil Gods and Demons, and the classics left behind are not exhaustive, Yun He was not in a hurry in the face of the Arctic True Dragon and the Netherworld Corpse Gu, and the Chaos Yuan flew out of the Qing Divine Runes one by one. Expansion. It was as if light smoke shrouded the neighborhood.

With a bang, the dragon's blood suddenly burned, first the part that was sprinkled in the air, and then the ones in the real dragon's corpse also ignited, scorching the dragon corpse, burning the corpse insects, the flames were initially gloomy green, and gradually turned golden.

This is an immortal technique that manipulates blood. No contact, as long as the other person is injured. It can work, relying on it, relying on Su Wuming's previous efforts, Yunhe is at ease, if given enough time, there is a lot of confidence in restraining the corpse of the Arctic True Dragon.

Around the corpse of the innate gods, a swastika hovers around, golden and clear, the glass is clear, and in each of them seems to be sitting a bodhisattva full of compassion, who is patient and unmoving, quiet and secret, reciting solemn and sacred scriptures over and over again, out of sync with each other, overlapping each other, and finally converging into a proverb:

"Hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha, all sentient beings will be exhausted, and Bodhi will be proven!"

Ah! The innate god corpse covered his ears and let out a howl of pain, and the pseudo-Huangquan divine power dissipated a lot unconsciously, and he tried to fly towards Xuan Bei and the others, but the golden swastika and the heavenly Jizo Bodhisattva continued to form a "talisman", sealed on his body, forming shackles with each other, wrapped layer by layer, making it take him a lot of time to advance every distance, and there were even streams of black gas coming out of his body, dissipating in mid-air.

In this way, although the innate god corpse still relied on its physical strength and gained the upper hand, it couldn't get rid of the influence of the "Dizang Soul Sutra" for a while, and it might take dozens of breaths to break free or attack Xuan Bei and the others.

The Heart Saint Relic slowly stood up from the coffin, and there seemed to be a hidden realm in his eyes, with flowers blooming and dying, and countless figures doing different movements, or meditating, or looking up at the sky, or holding a scroll, without the slightest human touch.

At this time, a sword light seemed to fly out of the sky, mighty and slashing, pure and bright, wonderful, sword intent condensed, before it was cut, it had captured the mind.

Su Wuming knew that the biggest flaw of similar zombie ghosts was that the intelligence lay in the heart, so he raised his hand and tortured the "friend and foe"!

The heart saint stood in the coffin, his eyes looking up at the heights, his mouth slightly open, and there was a sigh in the void:

"There is no good and no disgusting body, there are good and malicious movements, knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, and doing evil for good is a thing. ”

Removing evil for good is a thing, killing a sword is evil, when it is removed!

The surrounding void suddenly went into a trance, the Heart Saint did not make a move, Su Wuming's sword light was like a meteorite passing through the Gangfeng layer, constantly rubbing and burning, blooming the most beautiful and brilliant light, and then disappeared.

On the top of the mountain, Han Guang had an illusory long river in his eyes, and through the shattered array, he took in the situation in the ancient tomb realm, and when he saw this, he sighed: "The Heart Saint is really close to a legend, almost a word to follow." ”

Take the cave or a world transformed by its own inner world as the source, and reflect the outside world.

What if heaven and earth are contradictory to themselves, then let heaven and earth change, follow the law, and gestures are the rules!

Normally, in the realm of legends, the scope of influence of this kind of albedo is limited, but if it relies on the real realm, it can directly set the rules for the derivative universe, and even restart, just like Mr. Lu did in the world of gods and demons.

It's the world that's wrong, not me!

This is also a legendary characteristic, although the heart saint is not like Mr. Lu Da to find his own path, nor is it like Su Wuming with the help of Haotian Mirror, he can take the most difficult and dangerous path, and he will not have the characteristics of legend in advance, but his cave has evolved and perfected, and he is close to the boundary of legend, reaching an almost level, and with his "Twenty-eight Tricks of Mind", he can simulate a similar effect.

Han Guang looked at it very seriously, among the ancient saints, he admired the heart saint the most, and there were traces of imitation in his dress and posture.

At this time, Mr. Lu Da's sword light converged, revealing the long sword itself, stabbing at the heart saint in a simple and unpretentious manner, this sword was very slow, as if it was promoting the integration of the outside world, changing the rules of heaven and earth, making the illusory ups and downs around the heart saint, the flowers blooming and lonely, either disappearing or becoming real.

A sword comes out and the law follows, this is a small thousand realms derived from the real world, the non-real world itself, with all its strength, you can use the breath of the outside world to change this world a little.

The Heart Saint finally looked at the enemy, raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and whispered in a deep voice:

"If you know, you have to do it!"

"Doing is knowing!"

If you see it, you've hit!

Hitting equals peeping!

With a bang, the fist and the long sword collided inexplicably in mid-air, knocking Mr. Lu Da back.

Seeing this, although Su Wuming's expression was still indifferent, his movements became slow when he drew his sword, as if he was dragging something heavy.

Zheng!

His saber emitted a dragon roar, and the sword light swayed, and it actually erupted from every place in the hundred miles around the heart saint, in no particular order, as if overlapping together, and each sword light was differentiating, and in just a short moment, the sword light ocean sword light forest was born, which was more than a hundred times a thousand times more than ten thousand swords returning to the sect.

However, the closer he got to the Heart Saint, the more blurred the sword light became, and it seemed to disappear.

At this moment, Mr. Lu Da took out his sword again, and instead of slashing at the Heart Sage, he differentiated into sword wires, which penetrated into the sword light forest, connecting Su Wuming's every sword light, making up for his poor control of the subtleties.

The mountains and rivers manifested, the breath of the outside world was infected, and the two sword lights contracted violently, and they were actually connected into one, turning into a brilliant lotus flower with a radius of a hundred miles.

This light lotus petal contracted, and there was no blur, and in an instant, the heart saint was covered, layer by layer, and the sword qi was vigorous, and the sword intent went straight to the nine heavens, only to hear the sound of banging boxing coming out of it, and slowly weakening.

The combination of two swords, its power is so far!

On the other side, the Netherworld Emperor restrained his mood, looked at Meng Qi's knife, no sadness or joy, and pointed out the pen of life and death, black tube and white hair, white tube and black hair, deduced a black and white Taiji diagram, and pressed towards Meng Qi.

This Taiji diagram constantly absorbs the energy of travel, absorbs the earth, fire, feng shui, absorbs the flames and heaviness slashed out by Meng Qi, and decomposes them into yin and yang with a single rotation, turning them into their own, getting stronger and stronger, covering and suppressing Meng Qi!

Meng Qi was not in a hurry, the long knife turned, the combination of rigidity and softness, the flow of yin and yang, life and death together, and the yin and yang seal and his own "yin and yang triad, what is the essence and what the transformation" completely integrated.

The long knife slashes the Taiji diagram, the knife light changes in response to stress, yang to death, yin to life, the two sides cancel each other out, and at the same time extinguish.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Meng Qi deceived the Netherworld Emperor.

Suddenly, he saw a smile in the Nether Emperor's red eyes, as if mocking, and the surroundings changed violently, and the blood-yellow river spontaneously appeared.

"Knowing that you have such a knife, it is just to lure you into the game!"

"Try the power of the Yellow Spring's bones!" the Nether Emperor's resentment turned into pleasure.

Han Guang on the mountain peak looked around, and secretly guessed whether the "sword maniac" He Qi had come, and the East China Sea Sword Village owed Su Meng a great favor, and most of them were ambushed around, taking advantage of the fire to rob the robbers, but if the opportunity was right, it was relatively simple to take away a few Huangquan bones.

At this moment, the Nether Emperor's gaze froze, as the blood-yellow river water also froze.

His massive body also creaked, and it seemed that he was no longer listening.

And all this is due to the pitch-black hand bone in Meng Qi's hand!

"He, he can control me?"

"He took the initiative to enter the game!"

In the horror of the Nether Emperor, Meng Qi smiled and waved out the Huangquan hand bone!(To be continued......