Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 236 Thunder (for Subscription)

There are five halls and 73 peaks in Taixuan inner gate.

For nearly a thousand years, the punishment hall has been powerful, but the inner sect has not always won the hearts of the people.

It's just because the current head of the punishment hall is too domineering and powerful, and stretches out his hand everywhere, using his power to spread his eyes and ears all over the Taixuan sect, and has repeatedly intervened in the power changes in many peaks.

The incident between Li Xuanzhen and Ren Zai was actually just a microcosm of the overall situation.

Up to now, the contradiction has reached the point where it is on the verge of breaking out.

Therefore, the head of the punishment hall decided to act first and wipe out all those who dared to oppose him.

As for Taixuanmen's patriarch, whether Taixuanzi would intervene, the possibility is about zero.

The disciples and disciples who opened the sect with Taixuanzi back then, the longest-lived ones have died for thousands of years. In today's Taixuanmen, to put it bluntly, no one has a real friendship with Taixuanzi.

And Taixuanzi himself has not appeared in Taixuanmen for thousands of years.

In this situation, as long as the basic disk of Taixuanmen itself is not damaged, Taixuanzi will not intervene in any chaos in the interior.

The basic disk of Taixuanmen... Isn't it Taixuanzi himself?

Rumble...!
The arc spread across the clouds, and the dense black clouds seemed to crush the ancient Taixuan Mountain Gate.

The furious thunder above the nine heavens was absorbed by the golden talisman.

But a barrier transformed by a golden talisman blocked the entire Taixuan Sect.

The supernatural power lingered above the heads of all Taixuanmen disciples.

At this moment, facing the power and pressure of destroying the world, people can suddenly wake up.

It turns out that compared with such mighty power, the so-called schemes, interests, conspiracies and tricks are all bullshit.

Absolute power can easily crush everything.

Under Huanghuang Tianwei, they could only crawl on the ground, feeling powerless.

At this moment, Lin Xi felt a little powerless.

No matter how complete his plan is, there will always be more changes than planned, and people will be caught off guard.

Glancing at Trumen who was close at hand, Lin Xi had no doubts that if things got to the most dangerous point, he might tear up the agreement with Lu Sheng and the others, kill Trumen directly, take out the Horcrux, and ask for help from the Lord of Crazy Knowledge.

In the small courtyard, everyone in the program group from southern Xinjiang was still discussing in low voices at first.

But as the black clouds pressed down on the city, the constant footsteps, screams, and figures passing by the sky became less and less, and the smell of blood blowing in the air became stronger and stronger, and everyone stopped dialogue.

Overall, southern Xinjiang is relatively peaceful.

Even if there were killings and battles, they were all covered up under the calm surface.

Many of them have never experienced such massacres, civil strife, bloody destruction without any warmth, and battles like this.

bang bang bang!
The formation protecting the courtyard swayed wildly.

It seems that there is the aftermath of the battle, constantly sweeping over.

The teachers of several sects hastily took out their talismans and waved their hands into the protective formation to strengthen their defenses.

After a while, the sound of killing seemed to subside completely.

The thunder in the sky became more dull and hasty.

The flickering electric light shone on everyone's face, showing a pale color.

Except for the sound of thunder, everything was silent.

Twenty minutes later, with the permission of Ouyang Mingjing, a staff member of the program team quietly stepped out of the formation, opened the gate of the small courtyard tremblingly, and looked out.

Then he sat down on the ground, kicked his feet straight, and moved back.

This staff member is also a monk at the peak of Foundation Establishment. Of course... because of the social environment, he has never experienced real battles, and he doesn't even know combat techniques. The intensive training is some light and shadow, vision and the like spell.

Even so, his reaction at this moment is really a little sorry for his cultivation.

After Lin Xi asked Ouyang Mingjing for instructions, he walked slowly to the door.

Several photographers have already reacted, each carrying a machine, and followed suit.

The thick blood mist outside the gate has already enveloped the entire mountain city outside the gate.

The unrestrained corpses were all over the ground, just lying cold and bloody on the side of the street, in any corner.

Yesterday's prosperity seemed to be blown into last night's dream with that gust of wind, and then dissipated into the wind with the dream, as if it never really existed.

crackle!

An electric arc penetrated the protective formation of Taixuanmen, and hit the five-storey attic in the distance.

The raging fire began to spread rapidly.

Suddenly, Lin Xi's complexion changed drastically.

He hastily closed the door and pulled the two photographers who were following closely behind him back.

Above the sky, something pierced through the thick clouds and seemed to stick out.

Fireball!

It is a huge fireball like a meteorite.

A large number of fireballs even tore up the Taixuanmen's mountain guard formation and the arc barrier transformed by the golden talisman.

Someone has used a forbidden law that is never allowed to be used inside the mountain gate.

This kind of large-scale destructive and lethal spell is actually not very effective in a one-on-one confrontation.

However, its function is not for fighting.

Instead, it is used to flip the table.

When the fireball hits.

The sound of thunder became more urgent.

A series of electric arcs linked together into chains, and the chains turned into giant nets.

The huge power grid encircled most of the fireballs.

However, some of them smashed into the undulating Taixuan Gate.

For a moment, the sky shook, as if the whole mountain was about to overturn and collapse.

Everything visible to the naked eye was destroyed under this extremely destructive fireball.

The formation protection propped up by everyone in the Nanjiang program group was rubbed and creaked, as if it might be completely shattered at any time.

The teachers of each faction tried their best and did not dare to hold back any more.

The other practitioners, under the mobilization of the 'leader', each used their own strength to join the defense of the formation and provide it with a little strength.

Everyone works together to tide over the difficulties.

Boom!

The ground collapsed, and except for everything inside the formation defense, everything around it was turning into fly ash.

When the dust dissipated, in the thunderbolt of lightning, only ruins could be seen.

"They're all from the same sect. Is it necessary to fight like this? Is there anything we can't sit down and negotiate a solution?" In the ruins covered by the formation, a disciple who participated in the program couldn't help but whispered.

There was tremor in his voice.

He is afraid.

"This is... Hokuriku!" The teacher beside him said in a complicated tone.Compared with the disciples, these big monks who have traveled around the world in the early years are much more 'respectable'. Although their faces are equally ugly, at least... they will not express their worries and fears so directly and clearly.

Southern Xinjiang and Northland, two completely different development models.

If not, there are real immortal bosses supporting it.

Based on the differences between these low-level disciples below, Nanjiang will lag behind Beilu by a large margin.It is even possible that the war of aggression has been fought many times.

How much so-called prosperity in southern Xinjiang will be crushed under the blood and ferocity of the monks in the Northland.

Those superficial prosperity, for practitioners... are there any real benefits?
The bustling city, the continuous TV series, movies, and variety shows, all kinds of theoretical luxury goods, and practically worthless waste...these are just a pacifier that makes people feel content with the status quo and cannot see the real thing.

They drain the ambition of most ordinary people, so that those ordinary practitioners who have no more cultivation resources and cannot rise to a higher level are content with the status quo, and honestly serve and work for the small group of people in the upper class .

Even if you are ambitious and ambitious, you will run in the wrong direction.

In contrast, Hokuriku's style seems very primitive and simple.

However, contradictions are exposed to the sun. Those who are ambitious, have ideas, and are not willing to be mediocre, at least they can have a desperate struggle for the right direction.

But in southern Xinjiang, perhaps the dream of a person's lifelong struggle, from the very beginning...is a wrong dead end, it's just a joke made by those 'big shots'.

They indulge its prosperity, and at a certain moment, they can completely ban it, destroying the dreams of countless people.

destroy everything.

It is as if thunder strikes the wind, and electric fire shatters dreams.

When the wind blows, everything is like smoke, and there is nothing.

Tick ​​tock...!

Tick ​​tock...!

In the humid air, there are raindrops like peas, falling sparsely.

Then, in a gust of wind, the originally sparse raindrops became dense and rapid.

The heavy rain covered the mountains and rivers, not only cleaning the raised dust, but also cleaning the bloody smell in the air. The fire spreading among the mountains has been contained. Is this perhaps the mercy of the heavens?

However, the killing that was exposed and publicized under the rain curtain still bloomed with strange blood.

Innocent or not innocent people still died in this heavy rain.

Everyone in the program group stood awkwardly and innocently in the rain curtain, holding on to the crumbling formation protection, and looked around in surprise. Almost everyone felt cold all over their bodies.

In the distance, from time to time, strong magic light burst out.

People with good eyesight can still see, among the distant mountains, there are monks from the Taixuan sect fighting desperately.

The mutual conquest between them is fierce and vicious.

A monk who was bleeding pus and covered with weird sores was using his inexplicably grown fangs to pierce the head of a fellow monk.

The sword cultivator who controlled the sword light, covered with poisonous needles, killed an old monk whose limbs had already been crippled step by step.

On the dharma platform created by volley, several dharma cultivators waved flags and cast curses on the surrounding monks continuously, while their own bodies shriveled again and again, and several backlashes erupted at the same time.

"Is no one in charge?"

"If this continues, the entire Taixuan Sect will collapse!" In the program group, a stylishly dressed, young and handsome student who has recently attracted countless fans because of his appearance, his calf trembling, couldn't help but said.

"how could be?"

"Since resources are limited and disciples need to be selected from the best, isn't such a civil strife a good time to reduce the burden?" Lin Xi's words were cold and cold, making people shudder.

This may be "demonstration to confuse the public", not the truth.

But many people inexplicably listened to it in their hearts, and exuded a negative emotion called fear.

Thunder shattered their fragile pride.

And the heavy rain dripped the cruelty of the world into their hearts that were originally full of innocence and dreams.

(End of this chapter)