Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 86 Mirror Light Sets the Evil God

On the arm protruding from the entrance of the illusory world, the one-eyed eye saw the falling knife light, a trace of panic appeared, the five fingers changed, and the pinching formula was pushed upwards, a phantom image of a big mountain emerged, on which a gourd vine grew, with branches and leaves Mao, full of vitality.

As soon as the two came into contact, the light of the knife easily tore through the gourd vines, cutting the phantom of the mountain into pieces, and the little novice's arm also exploded, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood, scattered on the ground.

During this period, the little novice also used the sharp edge of the knife to squeeze into the land of Hanxia.

"Leave him alone! Stabilize the earth's veins, don't let his flesh and blood merge with the earth's air, and cut off the possibility of his air being contaminated by the earth's veins."

As Qian Zhiwen said, he raised the official seal representing the identity of the county magistrate of Lu'an County, and pressed it against the ground.

With the downward pressure of the official seal, the Qi of a county caused the slight vibration of the earth's veins, squeezing out the little monk's flesh and blood that had not yet integrated into the earth.

Then, the monks of the Curse Court chanted the mantra one after another, and the sound of the Tao reverberated in all directions, the breath of the pure and holy, the breath of purifying the earth veins, and let the little novice feel his own flesh and blood scattered into the earth, and those who just contacted, who were too illusory The ground veins of the surrounding atmosphere have become extremely unstable.

More importantly, the aura belonging to the illusory realm is gradually dissipating.

"Don't think about it!"

The little novice's eyes were full of hostility, and he took the purple gourd at his waist. He held the gourd with one arm, and bowed slightly to the surroundings. Wisps of purple air gushed out from the mouth of the gourd, turning into a cloud of auspicious mist, covering all directions.

The faint fragrance spread all over the place, blending into the surrounding land.

After that, both the cultivator of the Curse Court and Qian Zhiwen were surprised to find that they could no longer prevent the other party from connecting with the earth veins.

It seems that the other party is the god of this place that is called by destiny.

Qian Zhiwen looked at it carefully and immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Ford Ziqi? Why is the Fu Ziqi in the realm of too illusory still useful in my Hanxia?"

Qian Zhiwen exclaimed, and immediately took a few steps back, the official seal in his hand glowed slightly, and a steady stream of Lu'an County energy gathered, vaguely forming a divine light to bless him.

Mi Luo on the other side also saw that something was wrong. Knowing more about him, he immediately guessed the changes in front of him. This must be related to the little novice who got the blood-born god's skeleton back then, but how is it possible?

"Why did the skeleton left by God Hanxia turn into a blood fetus? It still fell into the realm of illusion?"

Mi Luo whispered to himself, but the little novice above did not slow down his movements. While letting his breath match the earth veins, he continued to absorb the vitality of the illusory realm from the earth veins, as well as some of Hanxia's earth veins, to support himself.

Its strength is constantly improving, and there are faint signs of gathering the authority of the gods.

His severed arm also quickly recovered, wisps of auspicious clouds surrounded his body, and the purple aura of fortune became more and more pure, but his divine light was still mixed, not like a righteous god.

Seeing that Yun An on the side couldn't suppress the changes in the earth's veins and its connection, he raised his weapon again, his military aura condensed above it, and a phantom of a big knife reappeared, and he slashed at the little novice monk.

"How can a mere strategist's tricks hurt the true god?"

The little novice, who was supported by the earth's veins, grinned loudly, completely looking down on Yun'an and the others.

An innate warrior who is in the foundation-building realm of the Immortal Dao, with a group of soldiers, can still turn the world upside down.

The newborn's arm stretched out, his five fingers stretched out, and he held it towards the falling knife light phantom.

It was clearly an illusory knife shadow, but at the moment of touching the palm of the little monk, it became real.

Accompanied by the loud and long ear-piercing sound of gold and iron colliding, the surrounding vitality appeared slightly distorted.

The five fingers of the little novice, like five nails, got stuck in the shadow of the knife, and then slowly exerted force, trying to crush them.

Unexpectedly, the military flag behind Yun An was unfurled, blessed by a ray of divine power, the little novice tried several times, but failed. Instead, accompanied by Yun An's waving movement, after a harsh and violent sound as if cutting metal, half of the little novice The palm was cut off.

"Look at the knife!"

Seeing that the first move had worked, Yunan flew into the air, twisted his body, and swung the weapon in his hand downward again with the strength of his body and waist.

It seems that it was the previous success that made the guards' fighting spirit even stronger. This time, the condensed sword shadow became sharper, and the cold light flowed on the blade.

It was the power of the people's energy and blood, forged by the intention of fighting on the Huitong army flag, and its sharpness made the little novice feel a little cold all over.

"Bastard! A mere mortal dares to hurt the body of a god!"

The little monk looked furious, but his body retreated violently and fell to the ground. His cut palm recovered, and he made a gesture of joining hands with the other hand.

In the next second, the earth's air was tumbling, and the soil continued to swell and bulge. Under the entanglement of gourd vines, it was fixed and formed, and gradually turned into a huge clay statue.

The surface of the statue is rough, mixed with stream water, mud and gravel, and some gourd vines and weed roots are mixed in the middle. It looks very scary, but when you look closely, it has the appearance of a mountain god.

Surrounded by strands of auspicious clouds of purple Qi condensed with blessings, it turns into phantoms such as longevity peaches, wishful wishes, and treasure vases, with three parts of the aura of a god of good fortune.

In the end, with the appearance of the statue, the faint sound of the Sanskrit sounded, wisps of Buddha's light emerged, and the eyes of the statue were like the eyes of a cow, exuding soft and compassionate thoughts, with a four-point Buddhist atmosphere.

Like a little novice, the statue's hands were slowly folded together, and in the palms, countless mud clods and gourd vines squirmed and connected with each other, forming a net to trap the falling knife shadow.

Seeing this, Mi Luo below looked at the monks in the Court of Cursing and said in a low voice, "Don't resist!"

After finishing speaking, more than a dozen paper butterflies flew out of his hand, and stuck them on the monks of the Curse Court one by one, and then his body flew into the air and fell into the crowd.

The moment the monk of the Cursing Court was close to the paper butterfly, he only felt a soft breath blending into his body. The next second, his body uncontrollably began to play musical instruments, and stood beside Miro and changed directions. Obviously, he was holding some kind of scientific ceremony. .

As the sound of the Dao sounded again, a phantom image of a precious mirror appeared in Mi Luo's hand. He stood among many monks of the Curse Court, and said to the little novice: "True God? Walk out of the illusion and rely on the remains of the gods to survive in the world." Evil, what qualifications do you have to call yourself a true god?"

This kind of sarcasm naturally made the little novice glare, and when he saw Mi Luo standing in the center of the curse court, the phantom mirror in his hand was also aimed at him.

As the mirror light fell, the auspicious purple aura scattered around one after another, revealing the mixed divine light inside.

Looking at himself in the precious mirror, the little novice was very frightened. He wanted to move, but was surprised to find that there was a gap between the body of the body and his own energy.

"Yun'an, at this moment, his body and spirit have not yet fully integrated, cut off the bones of his body!"

Mi Luo shouted loudly, and pointed the mirror in his hand at the statue.

The gourd vines and soil on the outside became translucent, revealing the purple aura of blessing inside. Under the guidance of a ray of Buddha's light, an incomplete skeleton was found.

It was only then that everyone discovered that the purple aura of merit on the little novice's body was born from this divine skeleton.

"The God of Fortune?" Seeing this, Qian Zhiwen's eyes narrowed slightly, but the divine light on the official seal in his hand was gradually dissipating, and the spirit of Lu'an County, which was continuously gathering, also began to tend to be peaceful.

Although Yun An didn't know where the little novice got the God of Fortune and the skeleton of the God of Fortune, and he didn't know how this guy managed to break through to the condensed state when his body and spirit didn't fully match, but he knew exactly what Mi Luo said was wrong. wrong.

Yun An, who landed on the ground, swung his weapon again, and this time the shadow of the sword pointed directly at the skeleton in the statue.

The little novice struggled constantly, all kinds of talismans around Miro exploded, and the paper butterflies on the monks of the Curse Court turned into flying ash. He couldn't move.

And just when the knife shadow was about to cut open the statue, a sigh sounded in the void.

"Hey! If you just kill this fool, I will be happy, but why make things difficult for my brother?"

Then a slightly curved jade wat protruding from the void, with alchemy calligraphy and ink inscriptions, Taiji, lotus, and auspicious cloud patterns, protruded from the void, and knocked at the phantom of the sword.

　A small classroom of Qi: Wat, also known as Shouban, Yuban, Chaohu or Chaoban, is a tool used by officials in ancient times when they went to the palace to face the emperor.It is said that when ministers of civil and military affairs met the king in ancient times, they held wat with both hands to record the king's order or will, and they could also write down the words to be played to the king on the wat board to prevent forgetting.

　　
　
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