Wandao long distance

Chapter 208 Killing the Demon Monk ([-])

Monk Zen Zhi shrunk his body so that he could better protect himself in a large-scale explosion, because the force-bearing area was smaller and the force he could bear was less.

It's like, a hammer can smash a hard boulder, but it's hard to smash a grain of dust, because the dust is too small to be used.

But correspondingly, the body shrinks, which brings about the disadvantage of increased damage from single-target attacks.

The reason is very simple, a giant with a height of [-] meters, being stabbed by a sword is like being pricked by a toothpick, it is not painful at all, and it is completely useless.

But if a child is stabbed by a sword, it will be a fatal injury.

And at this moment, this is the scene.

Li Qi didn't arrange all of this. After all, even he could only plan some relatively big things. As for the specific tactical details, including the setting of those formations, they were actually arranged by Shen Shuibi himself.

She was never stupid.

The usual blank appearance is actually just that most of her energy is studying the method.

Compared with the vast and complicated but very interesting research work, the external affairs are really boring and troublesome.

However, when Shen Shuibi is willing to use her head on non-research things, everyone will find that she can instantly become alert and intelligent in most cases, and never misses any opportunity.

Just like now.

Monk Zen Zhi fell into a dilemma in an instant.

Guangyang Sikong's combat effectiveness is not strong. As a practitioner of the Way, he is better at craftsmanship, that is, arranging formations, making magic weapons, constructing civil engineering, and distributing mountains and rivers.

This is also in line with his duties, which is what Sikong was supposed to do.

But no matter what, he is also a seventh-rank.

In the sky, with seven seventh-rank magic weapons as the core, and tens of thousands of lower-level magic weapons as the auxiliary, it forms a galaxy of magic weapons, and its power is not low.

Monk Zen Zhi would not be injured at all by such an attack.

If he appeared in the form of the Peacock Ming King, then with the characteristics of peacocks that all dharmas will not invade and all poisons will increase their benefits, this magic treasure galaxy will be the same as before, and it will not shake him at all.

But the problem is that the formation below is self-destructing.

That is also the damage that has also reached the seventh rank, and there is something in it that Zen monks can't see through.

Monk Chanzhi felt that if he transformed into the form of King Peacock Ming, then although he could be immune to the damage of the magic weapon galaxy, the self-destruction below would definitely cost him a lot.

Balancing the two, he chose to resist the explosion below. As for the magic weapon Galaxy...

Feel free to.

What a waste, so what?
Ordinary injuries don't matter at all.

Now that he has made a decision, he will defend with all his strength in place, quietly waiting for the attack to come.

At the same time, a counterattack is also brewing.

The attack has arrived.

The seven seven-level magic treasures in the magic treasure galaxy turned into seven stars, forming the shape of a spoon.

The backlight enters the waves and hangs down, and the dense clouds and fog point high.

For the seven stars, the yang number is formed at seven, so it is called the seven stars, which means that the yang energy has been exhausted, so there is a saying that "the South Dipper is the master of life, and the Big Dipper is the master of death."When all people are conceived, they all pass from the South Dipper to the Beidou; all prayers are directed to the Beidou'.

For the Big Dipper, the Dou is the mouthpiece of the sky. At this moment, it is time for the Big Dipper to say his death!
The star is as big as the moon, enters the Big Dipper, and the sound is like thunder!
This is Guangyang Sikong's desperate and lore move, a method with the Big Dipper of the Sky as its core.

The killing of Beidou is called killing by heaven!

The curse of "you damned" in ordinary people comes from here.

Huge killing intent enveloped.

This is not a human killing intent.

It's the killing intent of heaven.

What is Heaven's Killing Intent?
The handle of the Big Dipper points to the east, and the world is spring; the handle of the Big Dipper points to the west, and the world is autumn; the handle of the Big Dipper points to the north, and the world is winter.

The Beidou at the time of pointing to the north is the time to kill.

In winter, when everything withers, it is the killing intent of the sky.

The whole world will fall into death!

The leaves wither, the vegetation dry up, the water veins dry up, the mountains and rivers are covered with snow, even people will lose their vitality, the yang energy between the heaven and the earth will be exhausted, and all living things will lose their vitality.

This is God!

Guangyang Sikong's method is to use the method of heavenly killing to complete the lore move!

The yellow leaves dance in the west wind in the courtyard, and the sky and the earth show their killing skills.

The four mountains are as dim as splashed ink, and the shadows of the sun are bleak.

The rustling autumn wind is sad, and the willows are already zero.

God's will is heavy on killing, and everything is sold!

However, he saw that the body of monk Chan Zhi suddenly suffered some strange effects.

His skin began to wrinkle, his muscles atrophied, and his pupils withered and yellowed.

The killing of people begins with contradictions, is seen in weapons, and ends with flesh and blood.

The killing of the earth begins with the earthquake, sees the earth fire, and ends with ashes.

The killing of the sky begins with the autumn wind, is seen in the cold winter, and finally withers.

To bear the death penalty with one's body, the end result is rapid aging and depletion, just like the grass and trees in winter, and finally dies with the severance of vitality.

There is no trauma, and there is no defense.

However, there are exceptions.

Plum blossoms and pine trees can still be green and in full bloom in winter.

Animals can hibernate, and people can also curl up in their houses to keep warm, quietly waiting for the arrival of spring.

Therefore, the monk Zen Zhi held his breath and fell into a dormant state.

What is the sting method?
In the cold winter season, weather treasures, turtles and snakes, all sting and not eat, wait for the spring to come, and then wake up when the vitality is revived.

There is spring thunder in spring, and when the spring thunder sounds and explodes with anger, these dormant existences will wake up.

Therefore, there is a solar term in spring called "Awakening of Insects".

It means calling out all the dormant terma beings.

This is part of the cycle of heaven and earth.

This is the fighting method, which tests the comprehensive ability.

All things are restrained, one thing descends one thing, and you are only proficient in one, unless your cultivation base is so advanced that you ignore the way of birth and restraint, you will definitely be restrained by phase nature.

Of course, if it is strong enough, there will be no such problem, and it is not impossible to break ten thousand spells with one sword.

However, most people can't do it.

Therefore, the choice of most of these people is to prevent themselves from being restrained as much as possible, and at the same time restrain the opponent as much as possible. This is the essence of fighting.

If fighting skills is just a competition of who has the stronger magic power, who has the deeper cultivation base, and whose spells are more powerful, then there is no need to fight at all. Everyone will know the victory or defeat by showing each other a hand, why bother?

This was the case with Li Qi and Jin Buhuan, as well as the current situation.

Therefore, it is very important to hide one's heel and not be detected by the enemy, or even if detected, there is no way to restrain it.

It's a pity that Li Qi is very clear about Monk Chan Zhi's heel.

He was very confident, and felt that Li Qi wasn't threatening at all, or... even if there was a threat, there was nothing he could do about it.

For his own path, in order to lay a solid foundation leading to the sixth rank, he had to reveal his footsteps to Li Qi.

It's like seeing a doctor, you must explain your physical condition clearly, and if you don't know, you have to go for an examination.

Monk Zen Zhi felt that he had done a wonderful job.

Forcibly resist Guangyang Sikong's attack, and then use the method of dormancy to resist the ravages of heavenly murder.

Shrinking his body again, he used the ghosts of the Demon Kingdom to resist the formation below and blew himself up.

In this way, it can be called foolproof.

He waited with peace of mind, this wave of attacks caused minor injuries at most.

The Seven Star Heavenly Killer resisted easily.

The self-explosion below exploded with a bang, and within a range of tens of miles, the ground was shattered inch by inch, and a huge mushroom cloud rose up, dispersing the magical galaxy in the sky, and a layer of hundreds of miles was forcibly cut off.

The area of ​​Guangyang has turned into a blank land...

No, not white ground, but red ground.

It's not right, it should be said that first it was white land, and then it became red land.

Initially, it was intense shock and heat.

The high temperature produced bright light, and the bright light expanded rapidly, like the sun, making this area white. From a distance, it seemed that the earth had turned white.

That light far exceeded the sun's rays, the shock wave exceeded the speed of sound, the soft soil and gravel were directly compacted by strong pressure, and the range of tens of miles became a clay tablet.

The ensuing high temperature burned the clay board into a crystal, and the clay board turned into glass again, and the whole land turned into glass, which made people feel beautiful.

At this time, the molten glass is that kind of bright red, which looks like a dream from a distance.

Beauty and cruelty do not conflict, though.

Within the range of the self-explosion, no matter whether it is the devil, beast, vegetation, or even the things hidden deep in the ground, they all turn into fly ash, or become part of the flowing glass state.

Fortunately, no one was around.

However, Monk Zen Zhi's demon body was also injured.

Two consecutive unexpected killing moves have already caused him to suffer a moderate degree of damage.

However, it's useless, even if he has only one breath left, these people can't threaten him.

And, after the aftermath of the explosion was over, he easily grabbed Guangyang Sikong's throat with one hand and lifted him up.

Guangyang Sikong, who came back, barely managed to injure Monk Chanzhi with just one move, and was immediately captured alive by him.

This monk is so powerful!
Monk Chan Zhi pinched Guangyang Sikong's throat, lifted him, smiled, and said in a gentle and gentle manner: "The poor monk happens to be not good at refining weapons, and now you have made up for a big shortcoming."

Although he was smiling, the body of the demon god looked extremely terrifying. His cold eyes, sticky saliva, and protruding fine needle-like teeth looked extremely terrifying.

Guangyang Sikong, on the other hand, twitched the corner of his mouth and showed an ugly smile: "Master Chan Zhi... Aren't you curious?"

Zen Zhi tilted his head: "Why are you curious?"

Guangyang Sikong smiled uglier than crying, and said helplessly: "Master, I am not curious. Why do I, who is so cowardly and fearful of death, suddenly come back to fight with you?"

Monk Zen Zhi frowned, which is indeed a bit strange.

The other party has run away, why come back?I was not prepared to pay attention to this person, but he took the initiative to run back and fight myself desperately.

is it necessary?

Therefore, the monk Chan Zhi said: "This is true, why? Did someone force you to come from behind? But the poor monk didn't feel—"

However, Zen wisdom is half the story.

Suddenly, his body split open.

It was a serious split.

As if being bitten by something, his body was shattered into pieces. In just an instant, his lower body was chewed to pieces. The blood foam and the thin slices of meat were as thin as fat beef rolls.

Zen Zhi was stunned.

who?what? !

He didn't care about the Guangyang prefect in his hand, he threw it directly, and then pressed his hands, but saw the body of the demon god burst out suddenly, illuminated by five hundred lights, surrounded by countless heavenly ghosts and gods, and opened up a huge repulsive force, Trying to push away the hidden existence that kept biting him.

However, to no avail.

The repulsion opened up, and Guangyang Sikong was sent flying for more than ten miles, and fell into the molten glass pool on the ground. He was in a mess, but at least he didn't die.

But the body of Monk Chan Zhi was still being sliced ​​into pieces of flesh continuously, the blood foam splashed, and the pieces of flesh fluttered down like cicada wings.

The mysterious existence was not affected in any way.

Monk Zen Zhi was horrified!

His eyes turned cold, and he clasped his hands together.

The three-inch magic kingdom reappears.

And this time not outward, but inward.

Monk Zen Zhi's body suddenly fell into hell!

With the four hands holding the bowl, he took out another bowl, which exuded a strong stench, and it was full of bad pus.

He shouted again: "The hell of pus and blood is five hundred yojanas in length, and there is natural pus and blood in this hell! It scalds people's lips and tongue, from the throat to the abdomen, and goes all the way down. Everything is rotten, bitter and bitter, and the pain is unbearable!" The benefactor will fall into hell with me!"

After saying that, he saw heat gushing out of the bowl, pus and blood boiled hot like boiling soup, this directly rotted monk Chan Zhi's body, limbs, head and face!
Then, he took pus and blood and ate it himself, boiled with the soup, turned up and down, from mouth to bottom, from bottom to mouth, both inside and outside were rotten!
Just looking at it makes my scalp tingle!

This guy is not only ruthless to others, but also ruthless to himself!

With this move, a golden-haired mouse the size of a puppy immediately flew away under him.

"Cough... bah bah bah!" The golden-haired mouse spat continuously, the mouth was full of pus and blood, filthy, and almost retched: "You monk! Do you still have half a face?!"

"Rat King?" It was Monk Chanzhi, who stopped the three-inch devil's hell, his eyes were gloomy.

The moment he saw the Shu King, he had already fully understood, all of Li Qi's arrangements, he had already understood.

Monk Chan Zhi said: "You are here, it means that Li Qi told you secretly, you want to sacrifice me with blood?"

The Mouse King floated in the air, smiled, and replied: "That's natural. Back then, we negotiated to cross half the world to the boundary of Wushen Mountain. Why?"

"You covet the method of witchcraft balance, so that your demonic thoughts will no longer be an obstacle, but I want to sacrifice incense, so that the rat soil tomb can shed its demon body and become a god mouse."

"But now? You have the method of balancing witchcraft, where about my incense? What about the sacrifice you promised me?" The Mouse King said with a smile, but his tone was very cold.

This is the opportunity Li Qi mentioned!

Since ancient times, after he noticed the magic of witchcraft, he concluded that there must be irreconcilable contradictions between the Chan Zhi monk and the rat soil grave!

This is the third ultimate move.

"But, who will preside over the sacrificial ceremony? In Guangyang, except for Li Qi, no one can preside over such a sacrificial ceremony. If there are people above the eighth rank, I should have noticed it long ago. If you kill me, no one will give it to you." Sacrifice." Monk Chanzhi said with a gloomy face.

"No?" Shu Wang asked back, tilting his head.

The voice just fell!But all around, there are thousands of mountains!

Throughout Guangyang, countless landscape gods shouted at the same time!

Because, the landscape formation used to resist the swallowing demon's nest has been activated!

Monk Zen Zhi was astonished!

impossible!There is no one in Guangyang who can preside over the landscape array!

In his impression, only Li Qi could do it!

But now that Li Qi is in his own stupa, there is no way he can come out!

Who is it that presides over the sacrifice?

at the same time.

Thousands of miles away, the presiding sacrificial priest is looking at this side in some way.

No one in Guangyang knew the person who presided over the sacrifice.

But Li Qi knew it.

A disciple of great divination, another young master of Wushen Mountain.

Boyue.

(End of this chapter)