Chapter 847 Dead

Some people may wonder that the five eminent monks just arranged the five Ming kings to destroy the world, attacked with the formation, and the power was more powerful. Why should they sacrifice themselves so much in exchange for time?

In fact, if possible, the Zen master is not willing to do so. However, there is nothing we can do. Before that, when the fairy talked about Wuchen broke the golden light transformed by the Great Wei Deming King, the vitality of a true Zen master's whole body had gone to seven or eight out of ten, and the Yuanshen was also quite heavy.

Even if he didn't work so hard, he fell down, and only in a moment, the formation could not be maintained at all. Therefore, he resolutely chose self-sacrifice.

Honorable Anan, there is no enemy in his life. This round Anan sword, which has no front, is the manifestation of the cultivation of a true Zen master. The sword without a blade does not mean that there is no power to attack, but it has always been hidden in the heart and unwilling to release it. Once he is released, I don't know how much better he is than those sharp swords.

This Anan sword, in an instant, crossed the space and came to the front of the fairy talking about the dust. Although the sword body is still as round as a column, the invisible edge has been quietly derived, and the cutting space is as easy as cutting cloth.

Anan Sword, the sword is full of illusions, like rain like a waterfall, pouring down, covering the fairy without dust. Tan Wuchen, as a top figure in kendo, although he disdained the other party's swordsmanship, he did not dare to slack off at all. He waved his fingertips with both hands, and his fingers were staggered, like ten sharp swords, constantly mingling with the Ananda sword.

"Djingle--"

It is dense, and the sound of the rain beating bananas resounds between heaven and earth. However, the sound did not last long, but stopped in a short moment. Accompanying this, the huge Anant sword collapsed, turned into hundreds of millions of streams of light, and sprinkled into the sea.

The fairy talked about Wuchen and easily wiped out her opponent. She was about to leave again. A high-pitous voice with supreme anger sounded in her ear, "If you hurt someone, you still want to leave. Is there such a cheap thing in the world?"

While talking, the figure of the white-browed Zen master appeared in front of the fairy Tan Wuchen.

"How can you get out so quickly?" When the fairy talked about Wuchen and saw this scene, she was shocked.

For her own swordsmanship, the fairy can no longer be familiar with Wuchen. It is naturally reasonable that this sword of ten thousand disasters can be listed on the thunder of ten thousand trees supporting the wind and the thunder of life and death.

This sword is full of wind and thunder. Although the power is strong enough, it is still just an introduction to real power. With it as a guide, it attracts other disasters on the enemy's body, and refines to the peak. It can attract thousands of disasters with one sword, which is the true meaning of the sword of thousands of disasters.

Although talking about Wuchen is far from that situation, it is normal for a sword to attract more than a dozen kinds of dooms. Under the attack of so many dooms, it is impossible for the white-browed Zen master to get out so quickly.

"Is it possible that Zhong Yuan went back on his word and intervened again?"

Talking about Wuchen is an extremely shrewd person. At this moment, he still doesn't understand. It is Zhong Yuan, the master of the Tongtian League, who blocked his way to survive with one punch.

"Master Zhong said the same, naturally he would not interfere!" At that time, Zen Master Bai Mei replied, "It's strange. I can only blame you for your bad luck. The merits accumulated by the poor monk over the years can offset some of the disasters!"

While talking, the hands of the white-browed Zen master were not idle. Somehow, he took a ten-long diamond pestle, wrapped in the endless sound of wind and thunder, and smashed it fiercely towards the fairy.

The mountain-like strength, before getting close to the body, the fairy talks about Wuchen has already felt the deep threat. At the moment, she hurriedly urged the sword light, broke through the supreme swordsmanship of all methods with a sword, and met the past.

"When--"

The bell sounded loudly, the sword light was broken, and the King Kong pestle was also collapsed and turned back.

Taking advantage of this gap, the female fairy talked about Wuchen and wanted to escape again, but the white-browed Zen master did not give it a chance. His body flashed and intercepted in front of her again. The King Kong Bao pestle, like a mountain, was smashed down.

"White eyebrows, are you forcing me to work hard again?" After receiving this blow, the female fairy Tan Wuchen shouted harshly.

"If you try your best, just do your best!" Zen Master Bai Mei's voice was calm and replied slowly, "I have caused a younger brother to fall because of my selfishness. How can I let them make such a sacrifice again!"

While talking, the white-browed Zen master threw the King Kong pestle in his hand, and then his body rose rapidly. In an instant, he merged with the King Kong pestle. At the beginning of time, the physical change of the white-browed Zen master is like gold and iron, just like the real King Kong.

In the shaking of his body, the white-browed Zen master talked about the dust-free body of the fairy and punched dozens of punches. It looked as if dozens of white-browed Zen masters appeared at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Yuan, who watched the battle, incarnated as a Ruyi Taoist, but he couldn't help sighing: "Buddha, has always regarded the flesh as a stinky skin. As a result, these Buddhist monks, one by one, pay more attention to the tempering of the body, but the Taoist sect If not, there would always be a few geniuses in Taoism. I'm afraid that the world would have been the world of Buddhism.

In the midst of this emotion, Zen Master Kongtuo, Zen Master Duzhi, Zen Master Yifa and Zen Master Yichen also rushed to the battlefield. The four of them did not rush to join the war, but formed a one-yuan magic array and added their own strength to the Zen master Kongtuo, who was responsible for the enemy.

The reason for this is not because Zen Master Kongtuo is the person with the highest cultivation among them, but because Zen Master Kongtuo is the real same family of Zen Master Baimei. He is a brother of the same vein. When the two cooperate, the effect is the best.

At this time, the fairy talking about Wuchen is no longer at its peak. The white-browed Zen master did not hesitate to lose himself, launched the secret method, and talked about Wuchen, which can already ensure that it is difficult for Tan Wuchen to escape. Therefore, Zen Master Kongtuo didn't care about this aspect at all. He followed the gap, showed the power of his own bombardment to the limit, and spent hard to talk about the dust-free vitality.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Yuan was very clear that the fairy talked about Wuchen, and she was absolutely doomed and died. He came here to prevent Tan Wuchen from escaping and leaving future troubles. At this time, he had no such worries. Naturally, he would not stay for a long time. At that time, he decided to go back.

Zhong Yuan was about to leave when suddenly, the body of a real Zen master made a loud noise and disintegrated. In the sky, a fist-sized relic flew towards him with light.

Seeing this, at that time, Zhong Yuan stopped his footsteps and let the shining relic fall into his own hands.

"Master Zhong, I have understood that my disciple Yi Jing has worshipped under the seat of Master Zhong. This relic is the condensation of my life. Please ask Master Zhong to give it to my disciple Yi Jing, so that his strength can be strengthened before the war, so that my vein is endless!" Above the relic, there is light smoke, which has evolved the image of a true Zen master, Tao.

Zhong Yuan knew that this appearance of the true Zen master was the last wisp of remnant soul left on his relic. It should have dissipated and disappeared, but it was retained because of too much obsession.

Zhong Yuan naturally agreed to this kind of request of a true Zen master. Not to mention that Yi Jing is a disciple of his family. Even if he is not, he will agree that he is just an ordinary disciple of Tongtian League. After all, this is a good thing to enhance the strength of Tongtian League!

"Don't worry, I will definitely give it to Yi Jing in my own hands!"

Hearing this, on the relic, the light smoke disillusioned, the remnant soul of a true Zen master smiled, and was completely annihilated.

Put away the relic, and Zhong Yuan didn't look at the two sides of the war. With a shaking of his body, he tore the space and disappeared.

When Zhong Yuan's fourth incarnation, Ruyi Taoist, returned to the mountain gate of Tongtian Sect, I was discussing with all kinds of masters about a plan to attack the Emei faction.

At this moment, the people present are not only the people in the Tongtian League, but also many outsiders.

These outsiders are actually allies of Tongtian Religion, but they have not joined the Tongtian League. For example, Qingcheng School is in charge of Qin Yu and his wife, Tianshi is in charge of teaching Tianlingzi, God Camel Yixiu and his wife, overseas Xuangui Hall owner Yi Zhou and his wife, Jellyfish Palace owner Ji Xuan, and so on.

Among these people, the identities of some of them have never been exposed, so many elders of Tongtianmeng present are not clear. The reason why it can be exposed today is that tomorrow is the time of decisive battle, and there is no such necessity.

Zhong Yuan, the fourth incarnation of Ruyi Taoist, came. At that time, everyone's eyes fell on him. There is nothing we can do, because ninety-nine of the monks present know what he went to do. At present, he has returned, and they naturally want to know the outcome of the matter.

In this regard, the fourth incarnation Ruyi Taoist will naturally not have the slightest secret. He nodded directly and said, "Talking about Wuchen, it's over!"

This word, like a thunderbolt, exploded in the heart of everyone in the hall. That is, time, it is quiet in the hall, and the falling needle can be heard. However, this situation only lasted for a moment, and then it was submerged by the increasingly fierce atmosphere.

"This is really good news!"

"Yes, the only master of the Emei School died so easily. It seems that it is God's will for Emei to fall!"

"That's right, what can a group of puppets, even immortals, help?"

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After letting everyone's emotions vent, Zhong Yuan opened his mouth and stopped everyone and said, "Well, everyone should be happy, but don't be too complacent. Perhaps the collapse of the Emei faction is unchangeable, but our own casualties are still unknown.

So, we still have to plan for tomorrow's attack!"