Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 185 Manipulating the Stele, Reviving the Patriarch
Ning Chuan's face was pale, he kept coughing up blood, his hands were dripping with blood, and he could hardly hold the handle of the knife. His [Tathagata Nirvana Jue] was constantly working in his body, suppressing the injury for him, propped up his body, and looked at Xuanzhen again. go.

For the first time, Xuanzhen's hair was messy.

The hairpin stuck in the bun was shattered.

His long black hair was scattered around his shoulders, and blood was dripping from his mouth and nostrils.

Even the clean and tidy Taoist robe was damaged, not only covered with mud, but also cracked.

He coughed, glanced at his Taoist robe, touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself, "I seem to be injured? This is the first time..."

A pair of eyes raised and looked towards Ning Chuan again.

It is no longer dull and dull as before.

Instead, he gradually became gloomy, staring at Ning Chuan.

"I didn't want to kill people, why, why are you forcing me..."

boom!
An abnormally terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, which was even more terrifying than before. The whole world seemed to be guided by him, trembling, and many elders were also shocked.

Ning Chuan's eyes were even more concentrated, shooting divine light, feeling a great crisis again.

He took a deep breath, and used the [Tathagata Nirvana Jue] to the extreme, and at the same time transferred the No. 17 style of nineteen beats of ghosts and gods to this sword.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The two yelled at the same time, like two bolts of lightning, rushing towards each other quickly, everything was so blurry.

boom!boom!
Another terrorist attack.

The two spit out blood again, which was horrible, and flew upside down at the same time, almost losing their grip on the divine sword in their hands.

A layer of terrifying and abnormal light swept out from them, and no one dared to approach them.

Both of them fought with real fire, even though their faces were blurred with blood, even though their internal organs were stinging from the shock, they still turned back quickly in mid-air, and rushed towards each other fiercely again.

Ning Chuan gritted his teeth, while desperately running the [Tathagata Nirvana Jue], while rotating the divine sword, he slashed the No.18 pose towards Xuanzhen.

Fighting until now, the two of them are basically fighting for perseverance.

Blood was sprayed from the mouth and nose.

All internal organs were shaken out of cracks.

Whoever can't bear it first will be completely defeated.

Ning Chuan didn't believe that the other party was really so against the sky!

boom!boom!
No. 18 hit, the blood of the two splashed all over the sky.

The divine sword in Xuanzhen's hand could no longer be held firmly, and it was directly thrown into the sky by the shock. Ning Chuan also felt that his arm did not belong to him. There was a muffled bang.

But even though he smashed it in the distance, his five fingers were still holding the divine sword tightly.

The moment the divine sword in Xuanzhen's hand was blown away, all the masters of the Martial League and the Holy League in all directions changed their expressions, and in unison, they rushed out again and grabbed the divine sword.

"this is mine!"

Xuanzhen roared in pain, covered in blood.

Although he flew upside down, his body was shaken, and with a bang, he burst out with divine light, got up from the ground again, grabbed the divine sword with his palm, and the terrifying force of heaven and earth wrapped the divine sword, and grabbed the divine sword to his side again .

The masters of the Wumen League were startled, and hurriedly dodged to the distance again, all at the extreme speed, for fear that Xuan Zhen would casually give him a sword.

puff!
Xuanzhen grabbed the Excalibur, but spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body wobbled, and it seemed that even moving became extremely difficult.

Many masters of the Holy League quickly flocked to Xuanzhen's side, protecting him firmly, and sending him true energy, all of them looked shocked and unbelievable.

Ning Chuan was able to spell Xuan Zhen like this!

This is simply incredible!
This Ning Chuan definitely has greater potential than Zhang Wanxiao!

And across from them.

Ning Chuan's body was also struggling to hold up, covered in blood, it was horrible, but he was forcing a smile, his shawl was loose, and he looked in the direction of Xuanzhen from a distance.

"No. [-] on the Tianlong list, that's all, cough cough..."

Ning Chuan laughed, mouth full of blood.

"Hurry up and protect Shaoxia Ning!"

There was a burst of shock.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Beside him, one after another martial arts masters quickly descended here, densely packed, at least thousands of people, surrounding Ning Chuan in the very middle.

Jinbeard, Zhang Wanfeng and other top fighters in the Martial League quickly summoned up their true energy, made two bangs, and stuck them to Ning Chuan's back to quickly heal his injuries.

The two sides confronted each other again like this.

Everyone looked extremely gloomy.

Except for the fierce battle in the sky, the rest of the people did not fight any further.

Because there is no point in fighting anymore.

From a fundamental point of view, they didn't want a full-scale conflict to break out. The reason they fought just now was just to snatch the divine sword. Now that the two divine swords have been snatched, they naturally won't continue to fight to the death.

The fight in the sky was earth-shattering, with bursts of bright and dazzling fluctuations, which attracted everyone's attention, but the ownership of the three swords could not be determined.

As the time goes.

The severe injuries in Ning Chuan's body had been gradually suppressed by the golden bearded man and Zhang Wanfeng, and another expert from the "King of Medicine" took the healing elixir and asked him to take it quickly.

After Ning Chuan took the elixir, coupled with the unique effect of his [Tathagata Nirvana Jue], his breath gradually became stable.

He took a deep breath, and finally the pain in his chest was no longer so painful.

"Thank you, seniors!"

Ning Chuan spoke.

The golden bearded man and Zhang Wanfeng also withdrew their kung fu one after another.

They didn't say a word, their eyes were gloomy, and they looked towards the sky.

High altitude is now a two-on-two state.

Luo Qingtian, leader of the Holy League, battles the Sword Demon!
The elders of the Holy League Chuangong played against Yang Xiong.

However, after all, Sword Demon is not the real Wujue. Although Luo Qingtian can fight back and forth in a short period of time, but after a long time, he will definitely lose.

By then, those three divine swords will all belong to the Holy League.

Even the bite in Ning Chuan's hand would be taken away.

"Elder Zhang, go and take someone to see how the old ancestor's formation is doing, whether you can quietly break through the formation and remove the old ancestor's formation."

Suddenly, the golden bearded guest sent a voice transmission to Zhang Wanfeng and the others.

Long before, they had thought of secretly contacting the formations of the ancestors of the Wumeng, but the masters of the Sacred League were too strict, and they never had a chance.

But now that all the masters of the Holy League have been restrained here, it must be a great opportunity for them.

They don't even know what state the Wumeng patriarch is in now.

But now the situation is grim, rescued the other party, how to say can also greatly change the division of their combat power.

Zhang Wanfeng, the masters of Tianji Peak, and the masters of Tianshi Peak immediately nodded slightly, left here quietly, and rushed towards the direction where the ancestor of the Wumeng was trapped.

While they were acting, Ning Chuan frowned, thinking secretly.

There was an extremely terrifying wave erupting from that stone tablet just now. At that time, countless people were blown away, including the leader of the Holy League and the sword ghost.

Now that I have a slight connection with the stele, I don't know if I can try to actively control the stele.

Even if you can't control the stele, it's fine to make the stele restless again.

Thinking of this, Ning Chuan immediately began to run the mysterious method in his body that he had just seen on the stone tablet, and the golden true energy in his body surged, and he started to walk again along the specific meridians.

On the surface, his body does not have any light, nor any fluctuations.

But at the moment when the exercise was launched, Ning Chuan felt the invisible connection again, as if there was an extra bond between himself and the stone tablet.

But this bond is extremely hazy and extremely thin.

It will undoubtedly be extremely difficult to rely on this link to control the stele.

Ning Chuan never gave up, and continued to run the mysterious exercises in his body.

As the exercises became faster and faster, he could clearly perceive that the invisible connection was getting stronger and clearer.

This made his eyes brighten, showing anticipation.

But Ning Chuan didn't know.

While he was running this nameless exercise, there was also a feeling in another direction, where the ancestor of the Wumeng was trapped by the formation.

His body was originally silent.

But at this moment, it was as if he was being pulled by some kind of mystery. Waves of golden true energy sprouted from his dantian, slowly walking along the meridians in his body, and the faster and faster he walked, the stronger he went.

And walking with this zhenqi, the Wumeng patriarch, who was motionless like a corpse, slowly moved his body, and his closed eyelids moved slightly.

Then, a pair of empty eyes slowly opened.

Dazed and confused, like two black holes, without the whites of the eyes.

His head also began to turn slowly, staring towards the canyon where the two sides were confronting each other.

The moment he opened his eyes, Ning Chuan finally felt a sense.

His face changed slightly, showing surprise, and he turned around suddenly.

what's the situation?
When he was performing the exercises, he suddenly felt a breath of the same origin coming from a distance.

Could it be that other people also practiced the evil technique on the stone tablet?

He continued to circulate his zhenqi, and found that the connection between himself and the stele was getting stronger and stronger. He tried to control the stele, and the stele began to vibrate slowly.

This discovery made Ning Chuan overjoyed.

In the other direction, the ancestors of the Wumeng also experienced another change.

His originally motionless body suddenly began to move forward.

As he stepped out, the mysterious runes that had imprisoned his body in all directions were all silently reduced to powder at this moment.

Zhang Wanfeng and the three who were coming all of a sudden changed their faces and stopped suddenly.

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

The body of the ancestor of the Wumeng moved?

He took the initiative?

Several people were shocked and shocked, and joy appeared at the same time.

Is the ancestor really not dead?

This is restored?
During this period of time, they tried to wake up the ancestor of the Wumeng more than once, but there was no response at all. The opponent's body was motionless, and if it wasn't for breathing, it would be no different from a dead person.

But at this moment, the other party took the initiative to step forward.

"Look, the runes around the ancestor are dissipating!"

The master of Tianji Peak spoke with sharp eyes.

The other two also noticed this scene, and were even more surprised.

boom! boom! boom!
The body of the ancestor of the Wumeng walked out step by step, his eyes were still empty and dull, as if he was inspired by something invisible, he walked towards the direction where Ning Chuan was.

And Ning Chuan didn't know all of this.

He desperately worked on that nameless mental method, only to feel that the movement of the stone tablet became stronger and more intense, and finally all the people on both sides noticed the restlessness of the stone tablet.

The people are all discolored.

After Ning Chuan had brought the exercises to the extreme, he stopped drinking in his heart and tried to activate the stone tablet.

Boom!

There was a terrifying roar.

Sure enough, there was movement on the ancient stone tablet, and a monstrous light erupted from its surface. The turbulent light converged into an incomparably huge shadow of the stone tablet, which was hundreds of meters in size. Ruthlessly rushed.

Luo Qingtian, Sword Ghost and the others were fighting, but suddenly their expressions changed dramatically. They all felt an unspeakable crisis, and quickly dodged.

But it was still too late.

The phantom of the stele was struck, and the scene was turned upside down!

boom!
The whole sky was shaking violently.

The terrifying and unpredictable energy fluctuations surged, oscillating in all directions, sweeping across the entire sky, making the entire sky surging.

Puff puff!
As strong as Luo Qingtian and Sword Demon spurted out blood at the same time, their bodies were violently shaken away.

The sudden scene surprised everyone, unbelievable.

And with the blow of the stele, the three divine swords that had been pinned down by them also flew randomly, one flying towards the Wumeng side, and the other flying towards the Holy League side.

Another one flew towards the distant valley.

"Quick, Excalibur!"

Luo Qingtian shouted loudly.

It can't be explained that all the troops on both sides were making quick moves, grabbing the divine sword that was rushing towards their respective camps, and then they hurriedly chased after the third divine sword without even thinking about it.

Everyone played the speed to the extreme.

It's just that they had just rushed to that valley, but all of them changed their expressions, gasped for air, and hurriedly stopped in unison.

On Wumeng's side, they stared first, then couldn't believe it, and then showed ecstasy.

On the side of the Holy League, everyone was as if they had seen a ghost, showing horror, their hairs stood up, and they retreated quickly.

Even Luo Qingtian, who was quickly chasing after him, stopped his body all of a sudden, his pupils shrank suddenly, feeling a great crisis, and goosebumps came out.

I can only see the front of the crowd.

The ancestor of the Wumeng had a dull face, empty eyes, and long hair fluttering. He walked step by step. In front of him, the divine sword fell from the sky and just stuck at his feet.

"Live...alive?"

The law enforcement elders of the Holy League looked horrified and unbelievable.

The old monster from more than 200 years ago is alive!

How could this be?
Chapter 2 arrives!

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