Infinite Sims

"Dust-free! What did you do?!"

Zhao Qingyue looked at Wuchen coldly.

Compared with other monks with insufficient realm ability, she can feel the slight change in spiritual power more clearly, and she is also more aware of the serious impact and panic it will cause.

"All living beings are suffering if they are sentient beings, and suffering if they are not sentient beings, but the Buddha only saves those who are predestined."

Wuchen clasped his palms together, and his voice was heard clearly in everyone's ears: "Wuchen has no talents, I wish to save all living beings with a small force."

"One of the reasons I hate monks is that you like to play charades."

Zhao Qingyue sneered and raised her right hand slightly.

Wan Dao Jianguang appeared in front of him, spanning more than half of the distance in an instant, as if he wanted to blast Wuchen to death on the spot in one fell swoop.

Wu Chen didn't hide or evade, and looked at Jian Guang calmly.

"Um?"

Zhao Qingyue frowned, and instantly cast a spell to change the direction of Jianguang.

The sword light that almost drowned Wu Chen passed by Wu Chen's body like a stroke, but due to the large number, a sword light still touched him.

Without the magic weapon to protect the body, without the aura of body protection, the strong body cultivated by Buddhist monks seems to have lost its effect, and the edge of the sword light directly passes through Wuchen's left shoulder.

A left arm was cut off by Qi Gen.

Along with the flowing blood, the left arm fell into the fighting field below.

"When did that witch become so powerful?"

Seeing this scene, Wu Yu and the others suddenly fell into panic.

They didn't understand, it was obviously the same technique, why they were able to resist it easily before, but now their left arm was cut off.

Was Zhao Qingyue hiding her strength, or Wuchen gave up resistance.

"Are you humiliating me?"

Although Wuchen's left arm was easily cut off, Zhao Qingyue was not at all happy.

Sword intents flashed and intertwined all over the body, and terrifying sword intent pressures appeared one after another.

In just an instant, the faces of many qi-training realms below turned pale, and their bodies fell to the ground as if they were carrying a heavy weight.

"Benefactor Zhao was joking."

Wuchen shook his head lightly, and said lightly: "The poor monk is not the opponent of Zhao's benefactor, no matter whether he resists or not, the result is the same, so what is the humiliation?"

"My deity said that I hate monks like you who play charades the most."

Zhao Qingyue frowned slightly, holding back the thought of making another move.

Just now she felt that Wuchen's body had undergone unknown changes, and the huge vitality in her body was rapidly disappearing.

Otherwise, even if he wanted to seek death, he would at most suppress the magic weapon and the automatic body protection of the spell, but that tyrannical body that had been tempered enough to hold the magic weapon, would never be easily broken by a sword light, or even cut off A whole arm.

Zhao Qingyue knew that in this state, if he made a move, he would definitely die.

"A long time ago, the poor monk discovered that power brings only struggle, oppression, and injustice, so the poor monk wanted to make some changes for the world."

A bright smile appeared on Wuchen's face, and he explained: "The poor monk has been planning for hundreds of years for this, and has prepared for nearly a hundred years through the Immortal Alliance. Yuan, finally activated all the formations."

Zhao Qingyue's face changed slightly, and she blessed her eyes with a spell.

Looking far away from Lingshan Mountain, one can only see golden beams of light rising from the ground and sinking straight into the sky.

"Scattered Spirit Formation?"

Among the thousands of monks below, when they heard this name, several people showed an extremely complicated look, and they kept saying "It's over" and "It's over".

But more people are still full of doubts.

They only knew that Wuchen seemed to have arranged powerful formations and sacrificed himself in them, but they didn't know why they arranged those formations and what effect they would have after they were activated.

Desireless face is as dead ashes.

As the number two figure in Xianmeng, he also has a little understanding of this formation.

At the same time, he also knew that Wu Chen had activated the Great Formation as the source of sacrifice, and now he was sure to die. Even if he wanted to save them at this time, it would be impossible to save them.

Originally, he still thought that even if Wuchen couldn't turn the situation around.

At least he could hold back that terrifying demon girl, so that he and the dozen or so Immortal League Golden Cores below would disperse and flee, maybe he could find a chance to escape.

But now, that hope is dashed.

If you stay here, you may not be able to survive, but if you choose to escape, it's okay if you can't escape. Once there is a possibility of escape, the witch will definitely make a move, and then there will only be one word of death.

Just took advantage of the commotion.

Qin Tianyu released a few magic spells as a cover, restrained his spiritual power to hide his figure, and hid among the crowd, not daring to reveal even a trace of his spiritual power at this moment.

Because there are several golden cores in the sky above, they are constantly sweeping around with their spiritual consciousness.

Obviously, these people have also discovered that he is hiding in the crowd. Once he shows his feet, he will be arrested immediately, or even killed directly.

"It's ruined, everything about me is ruined."

A look of despair flashed in Qin Tianyu's eyes.

Before coming to this fighting field.

He is also the number one person of the younger generation, the proud son of heaven, the son of the fairy alliance, the future master of the fairy alliance, and the most admired and envied person in both the cultivation and the common world.

But after coming to this fighting field.

In less than half an hour, the Immortal Alliance was on the verge of disintegration, and he was charged with all the crimes, and the master went crazy and sacrificed himself for some reason.

"This is a formation that has been passed down from ancient times."

Wu Chen glanced at the left shoulder that was no longer bleeding, and stated his purpose: "Its only function is to instantly shatter the eyes of spiritual energy, or for a hundred years or a thousand years, there will be no trace of spiritual energy in the world."

As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately caused a lot of panic.

"This is the ultimate soul-breaker!"

"When the eye of spiritual energy is shattered, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will gradually be cut off."

"Impossible, the eye of aura is invisible, how could it be destroyed!"

"Fake, this must be fake"

"Without spiritual energy, how can our monks break through the realm? Do we all use spiritual stones?"

There were voices of frustration, madness, or anger.

Reiki is the foundation of monks.

If the eye of aura is destroyed, the aura in the world will not be replenished, and then gradually decline, which is equivalent to destroying all monks' hope of promotion and the possibility of prolonging their lifespan.

This is the ultimate plan, and the absolute is the root of the practitioner.

Compared with the Golden Core Realm who had already stood at the peak, and the Qi Refining Realm who had just stepped into the practice, the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator felt infinite anger in his heart after learning about this incident.

In their lifetime, they may have the opportunity to advance to the Golden Core Realm and double their lifespan.

But now that the eye of spiritual energy is shattered, unless they can use spiritual stones to practice extravagantly, they will no longer have the possibility of being promoted to Jindan.

"Come and destroy those formations!"

"Leader, we have no grievances or enmities, why do you want to kill me?"

"This bald donkey uses himself as the source of sacrifice, kill him, maybe you can restore the eye of spiritual energy by killing him!"

"Wuchen bald donkey, why don't you die?"

There were angry voices one after another, many people looked at Wuchen, even more like looking at an enemy who killed his father and took his wife.

Wuchen was not affected at all, and patiently explained: "The eye of spiritual energy has been destroyed, even if all the formations are destroyed now, it will not have any effect. As for the life of the poor monk, even if you don't take it, you won't be able to live for long. .”

Zhao Qingyue watched all this calmly with complicated eyes.

She has already reached the pinnacle of this world, and is ready to deal with this matter before going to the Land of Absolute Immortals to fight for a chance of survival. Even if all the aura of this world disappears now, and the path of cultivation is completely cut off, it will not affect her in any way.

She just felt worthless for the hundred years of preparation.

Many ultimate moves have not yet appeared, and the enemy she has been thinking about for a hundred years has already entered a dead end.

"Wuchen, take your life!"

"You break our path of practice, we want your life!"

The crowd below heard bursts of shouting, and many magical weapons and killing techniques blasted out, trying to drown Wuchen who had no intention of resisting.

Faced with such a sudden attack, it was too late for Zhao Qingyue to protect her.

"Amitabha."

Wuchen stood with one hand on his chest, calmly welcoming the imminent death.

Seeing that he was about to be engulfed, a dark green phantom flashed quickly, whether it was a magic weapon or a killing technique, they all fell from the sky as if they were hit hard.

The magic spells dissipated directly, and the aura of magic weapons and treasures was greatly lost, and many of them were broken into pieces.

The emerald green phantom stopped, quietly suspended in mid-air.

"sword?"

Zhao Qingyue came back to her senses and found that it was a green flying sword.

Different from magic tools and treasures that can be known at a glance, the aura of this flying sword is introverted, without the slightest depth, just like an ordinary mortal weapon, without any eye-catching places.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator who had just done it just now didn't give up, and was about to do it again, when he was suppressed forcefully by several Jindan monks, and he died immediately.

This powerful attack immediately suppressed the commotion caused by the shattering of the eye of spiritual energy.

"Small sword sword!"

Nie Xian'er was just looking curiously, but when she saw Fei Jian, her eyes lit up slightly.

Even after so many years, she still remembered the natal spirit sword that treated her like her elder brother and father. She thought she would only see it again after entering the Immortal Land, but she didn't expect it to appear here.

"Alas?"

Wuchen looked at Feijian not far away from him, and felt a strange sense of familiarity for some reason.

He discovered that the aura of this flying sword came from the same source as Nie Xian'er, so he looked down at Nie Xian'er on the fighting platform and asked, "Blesser Nie, is this your sword?"

Zhao Qingyue looked at it suspiciously, and signaled the surrounding Jindan monks to disperse to avoid the situation just now.

She also has a feeling similar to Wuchen, but the familiarity is weaker.

"What do you want to do?"

Liu Zirou showed her little canine teeth, and looked at Wuchen viciously.

She remembered very clearly that Xian'er didn't have any fluctuations in spiritual power just now, the flying sword in the sky could not be hers, it must be this person who wanted to sow discord!

"It's my sword."

Nie Xian'er didn't think too much, she nodded first, but then shook her head quickly.

Before asking, she explained: "This is my natal spirit sword, but it has lost contact with me since I was six years old, and I only saw it now."

"I know it wasn't your fault."

In this regard, Wuchen is not surprised.

Although his vitality kept passing away, he could still clearly feel that that sense of familiarity was definitely not Nie Xian'er, which meant that someone else controlled Feijian.

"Don't look for it, it's me."

Seeing that Wuchen still wanted to find the person who brought out the sword, Jiang Ren controlled the body he occupied and quickly flew out from the crowd.

After waiting for a long time, the evenly matched battle between you and me did not start, but I witnessed the beginning of the end of the era.

If I had known this earlier.

Jiang Ren swore that he would poke a few holes in Wuchen's body as soon as possible to make him calm down.

"Brother Aotian?"

Liu Houde, who was monitoring the monks of the Xianmeng below, was a little confused.

"Fang Fang is trustworthy!"

Yu Fan in the stands was already dizzy by what happened in a short period of time.

Seeing Jiang Ren now, he immediately woke up.

It is impossible for him to recognize this face, because the day before he was sent to Piao Miao Academy, he went to see Fang Shouxin, whose family was ruined and reduced to a beggar, and even humiliatingly asked the other party to slip under his crotch , And said that in this way, the other party's family of three would be spared.

In the end, when Fang Shouxin really slipped through his crotch, of course he would not fulfill his promise, but taunted a few more words, and left laughing with the pleasure of revenge.

These two months.

Whenever Yu Fan was in a bad mood, he would think back to that angry and helpless face, and his mood soon got better again.

It is also because of this that he can remember all the details of the other party's Shouxin's face clearly, and it is absolutely impossible to admit his mistake.

In order not to be detected.

Yu Fan quickly buried his head between his knees, praying continuously in his heart.

He didn't know why Fang Shouxin became a monk, and why he was able to possess the strength of the Jindan realm, but he knew that if he was seen by the other party, he would definitely die.

"Bloodfiend! He's a bloodfiend!"

There were several exclamations from the crowd.

When Jiang Ren drew his sword, he had already removed all the camouflage, because there was no need to hide anymore.

Hearing that someone found out that he was a blood demon, in order to praise them for their good eyesight, he showed a gentle smile to those who made the voices.

But in the eyes of those few people, it was extremely terrifying.

Immediately bowed his head and shrank his body, his body trembling, secretly hating why his mouth was so cheap.

"Little sword..."

Nie Xian'er was at a loss when she saw Jiang Ren's body.

With the appearance of the green flying sword in the sky, she found that the frozen connection of the life contract was gradually untied, and it was no longer as vague as before.

But she couldn't understand why the life contract had a deeper connection with this man.

"Girl, don't think too much, I'll tell you later."

Jiang Ren came to his sword body and said something to Nie Xian'er through the life contract.

Although Nie Xian'er had never heard her natal spirit sword speak, this familiar feeling immediately let her know that she was not mistaken, and that this was her little sword.

She suppressed the joy in her heart and nodded vigorously.

"Wuchen, little princess."

Jiang Ren glanced at Wuchen, then at Zhao Qingyue, and said with a smile, "Long time no see!"

Hearing these friendly words, Wu Chen and Zhao Qingyue were taken aback at the same time.

In their memory, they didn't find this person, but this familiar feeling and this familiar tone didn't seem fake.

The familiar tone stunned the Golden Core cultivators around and everyone below.

Isn't the blood demon a murderous demon?

Why are they so familiar with the two strongest people in the practice world today? Could it be that there is some unknown secret behind this?

Nie Xian'er also looked puzzled, thinking to himself: Did Xiao Jianjian do something behind my back?

"Little Princess"

Zhao Qingyue remembered.

There are not many people who have called this name, and the last person saved her countless times, and finally sacrificed his life to save her.

Reminiscent of how she felt in the Temple of Trials a hundred years ago, she tentatively called out, "Brother Dao?"

"I didn't expect you to remember me."

Hearing this address, Jiang Ren smiled: "I haven't seen you in four hundred years. You have grown from a little princess to a giant crocodile in Taoism and the number one person in the practice world. It's really touching to think about it."

Four hundred years? In the same era as Zhao Qingyue?

Wu Chen felt as if he had caught something, but it seemed that there was still a gap between him, and he still couldn't remember who this person was.

"It's really you, what about him?"

The sword intent in Zhao Qingyue's body became chaotic for a moment, and her voice trembled slightly.

It turned out that the person who said that his sword had consciousness at the beginning was not an illusory feeling caused by his obsession with swords, but a real existence.

But since the man's Dao brother is still there, is he still there?

"He is dead."

Jiang Ren knew that the "he" in Zhao Qingyue's mouth did not refer to anyone else, but his first tool--Nie Qingge.

"died."

The light in Zhao Qingyue's eyes dimmed instantly.

But then he seemed to let go of something and heaved a sigh of relief. Perhaps this was the best result.

Jiang Ren shook his head.

From the beginning, he could see that Zhao Qingyue had a little affection for Nie Qingge.

After all, she was just a little girl at the time, and it was not surprising that she would feel that kind of emotion when facing a person who had saved her many times and relied on her.

She thought that after four hundred years, she had already forgotten Nie Qingge, and she didn't want to just keep it buried in her heart.

It's half a chapter away, and I'll make it up tomorrow.