Miro Blue Scroll

"Save him!"

Zhenjun Wenxuan stared at Mi Luo for a long time, and said softly: "If you really want to save him, then you must first learn how to fight outside the sky. And if you want to finish this part quickly, you have to go to Shenwu Cai Okay, he will teach you how to deal with the battle outside the sky."

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

After Mi Luo bowed to express his gratitude, he set off for Zhenwu Zhenjun's ashram, Fengchen Reform Dinghuantian.

Although the word Fengchen is often used to refer to some special places, the word itself also represents the hardships and fatigue of the journey, as well as the chaos of the society, which derives from the meaning of war and battlefield.

The meaning of Shenwu Zhenjun Daochang Fengchen Reform and Dinghuantian is to seek change in the battle, and finally bring about a stable world. The corresponding Miaoqi Pill Chizhige Miaoqi shows his philosophy.

Therefore, this world is filled with boundless aura of killing and transformation.

Just as Mi Luo walked into it, he saw blood red between the sky and the earth. The scarlet color infects everything in sight. On the vast dark red land, there are countless terrifying monsters. They are fighting and devouring each other. , mutual assimilation, every minute, every second, every breath, every moment, thousands of monsters were torn apart and fell like raindrops, and the broken flesh and blood almost covered every inch of the earth, desperate The roar brought endless explosions.

The boundless breath of death, terror, fighting, and slaughter filled the void, making Mi Luo feel a little horrified seeing all of this.

On the other side of these monsters, auspicious clouds were rising, and tens of thousands of soldiers appeared among the clouds. They were wearing gold helmets and silver armors, holding spears, halberds and axes, and hunting with banners and banners around them. , condensed a vast and boundless momentum, and killed the monsters below.

Among them, the leader of the team gathered divine light all over his body, and the golden light on the battle ax in his hand staggered. With a random swing, he tore the void and wiped out hundreds of monsters directly. , like a fluttering firefly, while protecting the surrounding god soldiers, it absorbs the breath of many soldiers and turns it into golden light to bless the god general, causing his power to skyrocket and crush a huge Balrog.

Before Mi Luo could react in the future, he saw that under the blood-colored sky, the earth split open, and the infinitely surging and noisy dirty black water surged up, rising higher and higher, gradually forming a huge phantom of a great evil god filling the sky and the earth.

The evil god's body is constructed of pale bones, covered in a black tattered robe, surrounded by strands of black and deep breath, exuding endless silence and terrifying divine power, and with his appearance, the blood-colored sky is gradually stained with traces of The surrounding monsters howled in horror, but were swallowed by the black water, and finally gathered in the hands of the evil god, turning into a huge black sickle.

With a light wave, the bright pale evil light slid across the void, and all the magic soldiers were easily harvested like weeds, and the battle flag standing in the void was also cut off from it, and contained the breath of death on the sickle , Let all the defeated people collapse into dust all over the sky the moment they fall to the ground.

The evil god continued to move forward, and the dark red land continued to expand, trying to swallow the surrounding void, while the remaining defeated soldiers gathered around a general holding a long knife.

Seeing this scene, Mi Luo thought secretly in his heart, thinking that the general should retreat at this moment, or make a detour to divert him, not wanting the general to choose another road unexpectedly.

"Look at the knife!"

Accompanied by a roar that resounded through the void, the world that was originally infested with dark red seemed to be a little brighter. , Pointing at the evil god Tianling.

As soon as the knife was released, the remaining soldiers around shouted, "Look at the knife!"

Between the words, he either waved the weapon in his hand, or waved the knife in the air, and the surging killing intent converged and merged into the light of the knife. Mi Luo could clearly see that this knife was transformed by the spirit and spirit of all the soldiers, and contained all of them. Practice, all principles, all Qi and blood.

Therefore, the idea of ​​this sword is extremely tragic and magnificent, with the idea of ​​abandoning everything and cutting everything.

Therefore, before this knife, all kinds of dangers and all kinds of horrors can't form an obstacle.

The light of the knife rises, the light of evil falls, the long knife and sickle intertwine, resolutely face death.

"Ding!"

The sickle fell, the long knife broke, and countless soldiers were turned into fly ash, but in the next second, an arrow shot out from the void, pointing directly at the place where the sickle and the long knife were in contact.

The next second, the sickle broke, and the evil god was fixed to death in the void. Only then did Mi Luo realize that the long knife and the sickle were intertwined. Although the long knife was defeated, it also left a gap on the sickle. Later arrows offer opportunities.

"Do you understand this game?"

The figure of Shenwu Zhenjun appeared behind Mi Luo. This Zhenjun looked very young, and his handsome face gave people the feeling of a young general, but the things in his eyes and the slightly white temples were like Gives a sense of vicissitudes.

"I have seen the true monarch."

Mi Luo saluted first, and after deliberating for a moment, he was a little uncertain and said: "If you give up, then give up?"

"Part of it, but you might do it?"

Shenwu Zhenjun asked, but Mi Luo didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Forget it, just show your abilities once and let me see!"

As he said that, Zhenjun stretched out his hand and waved vitality from the void, giving Mi Luo almost infinite supplies.

Feeling the power coming from all around, Mi Luo's eyes lit up slightly. After he bowed slightly to Zhenjun, he raised his hand and projected Miaoyoujing. Reality, celestial beings and phantoms emerge from each other, walking back and forth in the void along the trajectory containing various mysteries and mysteries.

During the change, the phantoms of some gods began to become blurred and turned into wisps of mist.

The clouds and mist are faint and ever-changing, sometimes flat, sometimes rolling, sometimes surrounded, sometimes piled up, and the phantoms of the heavenly soldiers and gods change with the changes of the clouds and smoke, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and all kinds of magical weapons stand in the void.

At the same time, there are star officials and star envoys appearing in the southeast and northwest. Among them, the East is centered on the Jiaomu Jiao, Kang Jinlong, Ditu Raccoon, Fangri Rabbit, Xinyue Fox, Tail Fire Tiger, and Jishui Leopard. In the south, the power of Jingmu An, Guijinyang, Liutude, Xingrima, Zhangyuelu, Winged Fire Snake, and Zhenshuiworm is the main force. The same situation also occurs in the north and west.

The power of the 28 constellations in the four directions surrounds the true monarch in the middle like a wheel turning. The star officials drive all kinds of supernatural powers and exert them on the body of the true monarch. Countless colorful clouds and blurred lights intertwine.

At the same time, the God of Sixty Jiazi hides everywhere, drives the time sequence to change, and interferes with the fate in the dark.

Therefore, in just a short time, hundreds of curses and spells fell on the body of the real monarch, and these curses and spells covered each other, entangled with each other, and brought about qualitative changes, even if the real monarch was cultivated. Not bad, but also a rare sense of fatigue.

"It seems that you have actually thought of a similar method, using the power of the gods to impose curses and influences on various concepts. If you can go a step further, directly interfere with the magical powers of fate, constantly magnify your own advantages, and reduce the opponent's ability. Get ready, You've passed."

As Zhenjun said, he waved his hand, and the vitality around him was in chaos, trying to break free from the shackles.

Mi Luo could tell at a glance that the power Zhenwu Zhenjun used at this moment was almost the same as his current state, which was the level of ordinary immortal monks before entering the fairyland.

With a change of hand, he said in a low voice: "Where are the guardian soldiers? Formation!"

As the words fell, one after another, the guardians of the law waved their weapons, and the order in the void intertwined, forming a dense net. Layers of curtains are continuously superimposed, making the void thick and muddy like a swamp.

The vitality mobilized by Zhenjun is also like being drunk, sometimes moving forward, sometimes retreating, sometimes moving to the left, sometimes drifting to the right, in a daze, torn apart by layers of starlight, and melted into the void.

Zhenjun looked at it carefully, but it was the phantoms of the heavenly girls standing everywhere, casting magic to extract vitality, weaving them into threads, weakening their means, and strengthening the falling snares at the same time.

Moreover, Zhenjun also saw 36 thunder drum warriors in the surrounding void, waving drum hammers, and the sound of thunder exploded, but it didn't reach his ears at all, but it was constantly shaking the void, affecting his supernatural powers. The phantom of the goddess was easily taken away, and it was also because of Lei Yin's shock.

Zhenjun nodded, and was about to speak, when Mi Luo made a new change.

This time, out of the clouds and mist came out the phantoms of gods who were recorded in the fifth rank and one column on the treasure scroll, and had more obvious characteristics of Dharma Protector Gods.

[Zhaohui Lingxian real person Zhao Yu], [Wuying Zhongtan Marshal Nezha], [Yi Ling Zhaowu Wen Lingguan], [Taiyi Dulei Envoy], [Liu Ding Liu Jia], [Four Value Meritorious Cao] and 【Pig Bajie】.

The seven gods descended and surrounded the true monarch. Although the upgraded divine weapons in their hands were insubstantial, they were concentrated in vitality. With the blessing of the treasure scroll, they could be regarded as middle and lower grade magic weapons. Ordinary fairyland cultivators would not dare to use them. Take a few hits easily.

Zhenjun's eyes lit up slightly, he stretched out his hand, and with a long spear, he met the seven guardian gods.

It has to be said that Shenwu Zhenjun, as one of Hanxia's numerous gods of war, is not known for fighting alone like Fumo Zhenjun, but he carries a huge force in every move, even if the seven Dharma protectors condensed by Mi Luo are all different. He has good supernatural powers and possesses world-class martial arts, but he is still beaten by Zhenjun Shenwu.

Seeing this scene, Mi Luo changed his hand again. This time, he urged the surrounding clouds to intertwine, causing countless silk threads to fall in the void, layer upon layer to restrain the real king's means. Although the strength is good and the ability is first-class, but the spirituality is still lacking. When facing ordinary characters, he can stabilize his pressure, but when facing first-class characters, he can only fight. It seems to be full of mistakes.

Now the seven Dharma Protectors are able to persevere. On the one hand, they cooperate with each other to make up for their shortcomings. On the other hand, Shenwu Zhenjun does not know their fighting methods.

Therefore, Mi Luo stimulated the surrounding formations, and even the soft to dense clouds interfered with the power of Zhenwu Zhenjun. At the same time, he strengthened many curses to weaken his ability, and also guided the unsuitable vitality from the surroundings to flow in. Among them, caused the mutual conflict of his means.

Although these methods are difficult to erode the power of the true king, they will often dissipate before they come into contact with the true king.

However, no matter how weak the means are, they cannot withstand the accumulation of a huge number, and a little interference is enough to give the seven guardians a greater advantage.

After the seven phantoms were pressed together by the real king, Mi Luo changed the spell again, this time he directly summoned all the phantoms of the gods.

In the next second, various colors of light appeared in the clouds, some were golden, some were red, some were pure white, some were emerald green, and some were dark blue. Under the lights of various colors, there were star officials present, divine soldiers standing tall, and celestial maidens dancing. Their vitality followed their movements. , continuously gathering, turning into wind, rain, thunder, lightning, fire, plague and poisonous evil spirits.

The true monarch under the attack only felt that there were raging fires all around him, sometimes blue seas and waves, sometimes thunderbolts exploded, and sometimes the plague suffocated the sky, and the surroundings were still hunting with banners from time to time. .

The most amazing thing is that the water, fire, wind, thunder, and pestilence in front of you are all real, derived from various vitality under the power of the gods. Therefore, these attacks are not only lethal, but also the corresponding gods. Seriously interfering with Zhenjun's vitality control.

According to Zhenjun's own calculations, unless he mobilizes the power of a higher level to forcibly stimulate the vitality, otherwise the monks in the middle of the fairyland, that is, the monks who are still doing endless life and refining the five elements, will definitely not be able to compete for Miluo's vitality. manipulation.

As for the second-rank gods, they may be able to gain an advantage in their fields of expertise, but they are also difficult to deal with in other areas.

Therefore, Zhenjun raised his hand and slapped down, and a small world was projected in the void. Among them, the rising clouds and smoke, the flying rainbows, and the growing vegetation were the scenes projected by the monks in the fairyland.

There is no difference between these methods and the essence of Mi Luo's unfolding of the Miaoyoujing, but Mi Luo uses it as a common method because of the accompanying treasure, while ordinary monks in the fairyland use it as a desperate method.

As soon as the projection of the blessed land of the cave is released, a paradise is immediately opened up among the water, fire, wind and thunder performed by Mi Luo, which is not affected by external magical powers at all.

Seeing this, Mi Luo stretched out his hands [Zhaohui Lingxian Daoist Zhao Yu] and [Taiyidu Thunder Envoy]. The poisonous mist and evil spirit all dissipated, leaving only the golden snakes dancing wildly, causing the Zhenjun to sway in the void around him, making it difficult to maintain the Xanadu.

At the same time, Mi Luo stood in the void, holding up the precious mirror in his hand, 36 thunder lights emerged, interlaced on the mirror surface, and as the mirror went down, the thunder light melted into it, reflecting Shenwu Zhenjun into it.