one person is right

Chapter 453 If you follow common sense, everything is allowed [two in one]

Snapped!
The long incense broke and the flame went out.

Yuanliuzi woke up suddenly, pinched his fingers, couldn't help showing a startled expression, immediately ignored the other, got up and turned into a ray of light, went straight to the depths of the secret place, and when he got there, he saw a man in Tsing Yi sitting there Read a book in the gazebo not far away.

Although this person turned his back to him, Yuan Liuzi recognized him and knew that he was the incarnation of Taihuashan Fuyaozi.

Reining in his thoughts, Yuan Liuzi ignored the others, and went straight to the long-haired man, bowed and saluted, and was about to speak.

The long-haired man said with a smile: "I already know the reason for your visit. The matter of Dongyue has its own destiny."

"..."

Yuan Liuzi was silent for a moment, and could only nod his head and retreat.

As soon as the people left, Chen Cuo's Qinglian incarnation put down the letter and said: "Senior, it is because of me that Dongyue's situation has fallen to the outside world. In this situation, if we want to break the situation, we need to plan a lot." , I wonder if the seniors have anything to teach me?"

The long-haired man smiled and said: "You don't need to worry about it, that man plans for thousands of years to set foot in the world, and now, restricting him to a certain range and forcing him to show his appearance in Dongyue is really a blessing amidst disasters. "

Chen Cuo was taken aback for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Is this person also in the scheme of the senior?"

The long-haired man smiled without saying a word.

Chen Cuo's thoughts circulated, thinking of several long river deduction, suddenly a flash of light flashed in his heart!

Vaguely, he seems to have grasped a thread, linking Mount Taihua, Mount Tai, Southern Dynasties, Hegemony, etc. together!
Inexplicably, when he looked at the kind-looking, long-haired man in front of him, Chen Cuo felt a bit of chill from the indifferent smile on his face.

The long blood mist is boiling!

On the top of Mount Tai, a tornado suddenly rose up, like a funnel, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, falling straight down, covering Song Zifan!

Song Zifan was frightened and angry, and his heart was shrouded in despair and terror. With an instinctive roar, he summoned up the little remaining zhenqi, which vibrated in his body, supporting him to stand up.

But the turbulent mist didn't make sense at all, as soon as it enveloped this person, it rushed in from his seven orifices and pores all over his body!

Song Zifan's genuine energy collapsed in an instant, and then his entire body was filled with mist, the structure of his whole body was instantly shattered, even his will was completely washed away, and a ghost-like figure gradually appeared in the fragmented mind.

This seems to be a mist, and it seems to be some kind of twisted spirit, which seems to have eight heads.

But soon, as the mist penetrated into the depths of his heart, this figure disappeared, and Song Zifan was replaced by Song Zifan, who was swollen by the mist!

"Selected!"

Chen Cuo was not the only one who noticed the change in the fog.

Lu Boming and Jing Tongzi who were close at hand also noticed the change, and they looked at each other with different expressions——

Lu Boming's expression was bleak and pale, while Jing Tongzi gritted his teeth and his face was ferocious.

"This powerful man of the layout, since he has chosen the incarnation, we only need to wait for the incarnation to be completely refined. None of us will be able to escape, and we must pay for this incarnation! In that case, why not take advantage of this incarnation? , when the big man has not fully arrived, go fight!"

After finishing speaking, he stopped walking towards Lu Boming, turned around directly, and walked towards the blood mist tornado, step by step, walking extremely difficult, as if he was under great pressure.

His words didn't touch Lu Boming's heart, and the latter still sat cross-legged, looking like he was waiting to die.

On the contrary, the two Taoists who followed Lu Boming were obviously moved. After looking at each other, they hesitated and struggled to stand up, and then took a step under great pressure.

However, the cracks and injuries on the bodies of the two Taoists were very serious, and blood oozed from their bodies every time they took a step.However, before the blood dripped on the ground, it evaporated halfway and merged into the blood mist.

Not only the two Taoists, but also the few people who came with Jing Tongzi, after hesitating for a moment, gritted their teeth and just followed.

All of a sudden, blood rained down from the bodies of many Taoists.

"It's useless, it's useless..."

Lu Boming looked up and shook his head with a wry smile.

"No matter what I wait to do, it is useless. You have no idea what kind of person you are facing!"

woohoo hoo...

The wind howled and the air flow surged.

The blood mist seemed to be stirred by a big hand, roaring all over the mountains and plains, and the things that were originally covered by the mist were revealed again.

The wailing members of the six sects noticed the plight of the others, and saw the violent tornado of blood mist, which seemed to fall from the nine heavens and pour into Song Zifan's body!
At this moment, they also realized something and became more worried.

But at the same time, they also saw a few figures walking against the wind, saw their blood spilling, and felt almost crazy ideas!
"It's the immortals of Fudezong!"

When these Taoists came just now, they could be said to overwhelm the audience, with boundless prestige, showing strength in every gesture, everyone was naturally impressed by Jing Tongzi and others.

But now these few are also in the same distress, even dripping blood, falling to the mortal world.

However, at the moment when everyone was helpless, and even unable to move, there were still so few people carrying forward with heavy burdens, and a ray of hope still rose in everyone's hearts again.

Their eyes were concentrated on several people, and they just watched them walk forward and slowly approach Song Zifan.

At this moment, Song Zifan's flesh and blood were agitated and twisted, his whole body was bulging with blue veins, and the mist passed through inside and out. His eyes were wide open, but they were completely filled by the mist, and his pupils could not be seen.

An indistinct and terrifying will is spewing out from his body intermittently!

Just a little induction, it will be creepy!
"A mere mortal body can become the incarnation carrier of such a person. If you are allowed to accomplish this, we will all have a dead end! So..."

Jing Tongzi's face was full of madness, and he drew out the flying sword that he had cultivated in life and death, but he was unable to control it with magic formulas, so he could only hold it in his hand and stab it out like an ordinary sword!

"die!"

His sword stabbed decisively!Stab quickly!

Because Jing Tongzi knows very well that he only has this one chance, and when the incarnation of the person behind the scenes is about to be completed, he puts all his eggs in one basket. If he misses this opportunity, then...

Not only him, but the other people who followed also took out their own weapons, went into battle shirtless, and greeted Song Zifan with flesh and blood fists and feet!

In an instant, cold light and strong wind howled, covering the boy's body, but...

A faint mist lingered, a coercion erupted, and the cold light and strong wind all stagnated three inches away from Song Zifan's physical body, unable to advance an inch!
For a moment, Jing Tongzi and the others' faces changed wildly, revealing panic and despair!
"Impossible! It shouldn't be like this!"

During the roar, Jing Tongzi's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he pushed his strength and skills to the extreme!

He trembled all over.

Snapped!
Amid the crisp sound of breaking, the long sword of Xingming Jiaoxiu broke into pieces!

Puff puff puff!
Jing Tongzi and the others spurted blood together, especially the leader Jing Tongzi, who was covered in blood, and his whole body was exhausted, and his eyes were completely swallowed by despair, and his thoughts began to decay.

"It's over."

He fell to the ground, looked at the remaining sword hilt in his hand, and laughed miserably.

"It's all over!"

The others were also gloomy, Nian Sheng was in despair, and his Dao heart was broken.

These monks who have deliberately tempered their lives and condensed their thoughts, once they lose their minds, the decaying thoughts will entangle the surroundings like essence, and ripples will spread.

Even Daoist Minglou and the others were also infected, completely desperate, thinking about life and death.

In an instant, the entire Taipingding was dead silent!
Hearts are dead!

And this scene was also seen by Dingmenzi and others who went up the mountain with all their strength.

"We are doomed!"

With a miserable cry, he stopped and stood where he was, and the cracked flesh began to fall everywhere.

"It has been said long ago that no one can escape and no one can hide. Once this upside-down formation is set up, not to mention the people in the formation, even the great supernatural beings outside the formation will not be able to interfere inside."

Lu Bo Ming still sat cross-legged, but there was a dusty and relieved look on his face.

"This is fate, you can't force it! If you insist on fighting, you will kill yourself..."

Although his words were not loud, they were heard by everyone, extinguishing their last thought.

"Yes, as it should."

Suddenly, "Song Zifan" moved his body and sat up cross-legged. His eyes filled with mist seemed to sweep over the crowd and see through their hearts, revealing a strange smile.

"If you wait willingly and turn it into the deity's merits, there is actually a glimmer of life left. You must know... huh?"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped suddenly, followed Song Zifan and turned his head, looking in one direction.

A cold light flew over.

"So there are still mice hiding," Song Zifan smiled faintly, and raised a hand, the mist surged and turned into a barrier, "Just now these people have..."

puff
The fog barrier was easily penetrated, and a dart directly pierced Song Zifan's right palm.

Blood burst out from the right palm together with wisps of mist!

There is a will of surprise and doubt in the mist.

"Do you feel strange?" A figure came slowly from a distance, and he said, "Actually, you shouldn't be surprised. After all, people bleed when stabbed. This is common sense."

While speaking, the man showed his figure, it was the incarnation of Chen Cuo's white lotus, covered in white clothes, grass shoes reaching the ground, walking step by step, neither fast nor slow, just like a mortal.

Faced with someone coming to challenge again, no one on the top of the mountain responded, and their hearts were still dead silent. Even if someone slightly raised their eyes to look over, they quickly retracted.

In their view, the outcome is set, and no one can return to heaven.

It's nothing more than one more farce, one more death.

"It's you!"

But to everyone's surprise, "Song Zifan" recognized Chen Cuo with just one glance, and actually showed anger, and smoke wafted out of the seven orifices!

Immediately afterwards, he waved his hand violently!

Following this movement, the entire Mount Tai seemed to pause for an instant, and then, the blood mist all over the place surged like crazy, and rushed towards Chen Cuo!

In an instant, the mist fell, as if a hole had been opened in the sky. The mist was lingering, and a cold light bloomed, bringing a sense of confusion, confusion, and confusion. Even if it was just a little aftermath, it fell into the surrounding crowd, making them dead silent The mind further lost its direction and was close to dementia!
Chen Cuo didn't dodge or dodge, he raised his hand, and just raised his hand abruptly, blocking the falling clouds with his palm.

Strange to say, this seemingly turbulent falling mist, when it touched his hand, was really like an ordinary cloud, rolling, overflowing, and slowly falling down by his hand.

"So impatient," Chen Cuo squinted his eyes, and he saw a lot from the other party's reaction, "If you are really the master of the world, then you should be a big man who is detached from the world, and the situation is far beyond In the current world, why the moment I saw me, I was so angry that I acted like a gangster, and even made a hasty move, without any courage!"

Song Zifan's eyes widened, and he seemed incomprehensible to the scene in front of him. Immediately, he felt that the blood mist used to push the avatar to go further was slowly passing away from Chen Cuo's hand. Although it was faint, it was very obvious!

So his face darkened, and he flicked his sleeves to dissipate the turbulent mist.

Chen Cuo withdrew his hand, and turned his back quietly. On his palm, a little black air and blood streaks were swimming along the palm lines and slowly seeping into it.

On the side, Tongzi Jing, who was disheartened, saw this scene, his dull eyes moved slightly, and he regained his spirit.

On the opposite side, Song Zifan narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "You are also an incarnation? What magical means did you use, and how did you dissolve the fog of the troubled world?"

"It's not in line with common sense, it should be changed!"

With a sudden kick, Chen Cuo headed straight for Song Zifan like an arrow flying off the string!

Song Zifan opened his hands, layers of mist fell, turned into barriers, and turned emptiness into reality. Between each barrier, there was mist flowing like a vortex, communicating with the void. It seemed that once it crashed into it, he would lose himself and his body and fall into Inside the unknown time and space!

But Chen Cuo didn't pay any attention to it at all. He took a step that his relatives didn't recognize, and punched the barrier one after another, simple and direct!
The seemingly mysterious barrier was smashed open by this ordinary fist, just like the mist being dispelled!
overbearing!No reason!
Seeing this scene, Jing Tongzi's pupils suddenly dilated.

"This person doesn't seem to be restricted by the blood mist! No, he is immune to the magical powers in the blood mist!"

While he was thinking, Lu Boming in the distance also noticed the scene here, and shook his head and said: "It's useless, it's all in vain..." But the words were stuck in his throat, and he looked at Chen Chen helplessly. By mistake, he directly smashed through the last barrier, and then slammed his fist on Song Zifan's face!

This punch poured half of Chen Cuo's strength into it. Song Zifan was a bit caught off guard by relying on his supernatural powers, but his face was distorted all of a sudden. An unbelievable idea scattered around!

boom!
His five senses roared, and his thoughts were chaotic.

"What's going on? What's the situation? What kind of supernatural power is this? It's so unreasonable, it doesn't make sense!"

Not to mention him, even the ashes-hearted crowd, hearing the sound of fists colliding with flesh and blood, cast their gazes over!
"So that's how it is. As long as the fog is blown out, this plot will be self-defeating!"

Chen Cuo was not polite, and seeing the clue, he immediately suppressed Song Zifan, waved his hands, and the fists greeted him all over his body like raindrops!
The punch is like a mountain, piercing the skin!

Song Zifan immediately screamed, and the wisps of mist began to seep out from the seven orifices and the pores all over his body again!
　Change first...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)