Apricot of the Great Desolation

Chapter 403: Flesh Millstone, Ksitigarbha gives way
This is the largest war in the ancient civil war. So far, eleven Hunyuan have died, and millions of sword immortals and hundreds of millions of demon soldiers have entered the battlefield.

The entire sky was mixed with a hint of blood, and the earth turned into a huge millstone of flesh and blood, where countless demon creatures collided with Taoist disciples.

Like the heads of mountains rolling down on the earth, tens of thousands of corpses were lying there, and the blood of gods and demons flowed into rivers and merged into the sea of ​​blood.

The devil's blood spilled into the sky, and the soul of the Tao turned into blue smoke.

The Magic Sky Mirror hangs above the ancient world, projecting the battlefield in real time.

Zhang Ye has set it up so that creatures who do not practice killing, destruction, or the like, or whose cultivation is below the Immortal Golden Immortal, can only see part of the battlefield.

Without him, they are afraid of affecting their Taoist heart.

Looking around, one after another, ordinary ants-like gods and demons are swarming in like a tide. Judging from the number, Dao Sect is far inferior. It has been surrounded by endless gods and demons. It seems that it is teetering and will fall into the demonic tide at any time. among.

However, no matter how turbulent the tide is, the Taoist disciples are like a majestic and immortal sacred mountain, firmly rooted in the center of the devil's nest, eternal and immortal.

This flesh and blood millstone was extremely cruel, but the saints and Hunyuan who were watching the battle did not pay attention to the fighting of these low-level monks.

Everyone knows that these low-level monks only account for a small part of the factors that determine the victory of the war. After all, it still depends on the war between Hunyuan.

The role of these low-level monks is nothing more than to weaken the opponent's luck.

Above the sky, Wutian fights against Xuandu, Duobao and Yuding alone.

The Tai Chi diagram covers the sky and the sun, and the Seven Star Sword sways the starlight.

The clear light on Qingping's sword flashed, tearing the void apart, and chaotic energy flowed out.

The jade tripod holds the Immortal Slayer Sword in its hand, transforming its body into the sword and turning it into a flash of sword light.

Wutian is protected by the World-Destroying Black Lotus. Among the six Hunyuans of Taoism, only the three of them can break Wutian's defense.

Xuandu has a Tai Chi diagram. Although he is not good at attacking, he is a spiritual treasure of chaos. Duobao holds the Qingping sword in his hand, which is the treasure of enlightenment that reaches the sky. It condenses the sword of the sky and is also good at attacking.

As for the Jade Cauldron, the Sword Immortal's attacks are the most prosperous. The sword he practices is the sword of the extreme, and his attacks are even sharper.

In a certain aspect, Jade Cauldron and Wudang are both swords of the ultimate sword, which can also be called magic swords, with the ultimate sword heart and the ultimate swordsmanship.

But Wutian faced the attack of the three, and the black lotus under his body turned into a black armor, wearing armor, with black hair dancing wildly, but a pair of majestic eyes on his peaceful face, making him look extremely domineering.

The golden light in one hand is shining, the sun is strong, and Sanskrit sounds can be faintly sung, and the black mist in the other hand exudes a decadent and cruel atmosphere, and the sound of decadence and depravity can be heard.

He clasped his hands together and held a golden bell upside down on his body, with black magic patterns shining on it, as if the power of all the Buddhas and demons in the world had been gathered together.

Two completely different forces collided in his hands, intertwining a terrifying power. Although the three of them could break through the defense, they did little harm to him.

It is not Wutian's character to be passively beaten. He also tried to fight back, but Xuan has a Taiji diagram, Duobao has many pagodas, and the only Yuding who has no defensive Lingbao has also practiced eight or nine Xuangong.

For a while, the battle between the four people became stalemate.

Guangchengzi holds the Fan Tian Seal in his hand, and is naturally unrivaled in sneak attacks, sap attacks, or suppression, but it is difficult to break Wu Tian's defense.

Therefore, he fought against the Youma and the Demon King alone.

Chi Jingzi held the yin and yang mirror in his hand and met the blood demon.

Billions of gold swords flew around the Golden Spirit Virgin Mother, confronting the Bone Demon.

The scale of this battle was extremely large. Although it was fought between the east and west, it encompassed the entire prehistoric period.

The powerful Hunyuan warriors moved across hundreds of millions of miles, and the ancient sacred mountains were turned into powder in the aftermath of their battles. Many races moved into the small world to temporarily avoid the edge.

Sometimes they are located above the nine heavens, sometimes they take the battlefield to the four extremes of the uninhabited land, and even rush out of the wilderness to fight in chaos.

Under the Hunyuan, blood stained the sacred mountains of the earth, and the quasi-sages of all parties were also fighting each other. The magical powers that could destroy some small worlds were nothing more than cracking stones in the prehistoric.

These powerful beings under Hunyuan, beings who could walk in chaos, could not even smash a larger ancient sacred mountain in the wild.

The sun hangs high in the sky for nine days, and the red sun light shines on the earth, and is refracted by the dark red divine blood on the ground. The entire ancient world is shrouded in a faint layer of blood mist.

Zhang Ye sat in Xuanyuan Realm with a dull expression.He did not take action to stop it, mainly for two reasons.

First, with the solidity of the prehistoric space today, it cannot be broken open by the Hunyuan. Even the powerful Hunyuan can damage the prehistoric space to the same extent as the quasi-sage in the ancient times.

In other words, although there are many powerful people involved in this war, in terms of the degree of damage to the ancient world, it is not as good as the ancient lich war.

At the very least, during the time of the ancient lich, the stars were shattered, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the sun and the moon were upside down. Now, at most, some lower-ranked ancient sacred mountains have collapsed.

Not to mention anything else, there are millions of corpses lying on the ground, which were decomposed by the primitive world and turned into the essence of heaven and earth, which is enough to give rise to many ancient sacred mountains.

Secondly, this war is actually a different kind of battle between Tao and Demon. Hongjun Luohou is pressing down on him. It's okay if he doesn't take action. Once he does, it will be difficult to escape.

Zhang Ye looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but shake his head. This level of war is far different from the war between the worlds.

He stood up, stepped out and disappeared, not knowing where he was going!

The battle on the frontal battlefield was inextricable, and even under the huge numerical advantage of the demons, the Taoist sect had a tendency to lose.

Even though there are millions of Da Luo and one hundred thousand quasi-sages, they are still stretched thin in the face of hundreds of millions of demons.

On the other side, at the junction of the prehistoric and northeastern areas, Temujin also came into contact with the Song Dynasty.Unlike the evenly matched Dao Demons, here Temujin gained an overwhelming advantage.

There is no grand scene of millions of Taoist Sword Immortals breaking through the sky, nor is there the domineering power of hundreds of millions of demon soldiers marching eastwards.

The battle between dynasties is not only about force, but also luck.

On the side of the Song Dynasty, silver warships were lined up in the sky, and mechanical creations hundreds of feet tall were densely packed on the ground. It was as far as the eye could see. There were also armies formed by cultivators, wearing strong and powerful weapons.

Facing this seemingly well-equipped army, Temujin showed no fear.

The celestial horse under his crotch snorted from time to time, and the horse's hooves kept tapping on the ground, full of fighting spirit.

Behind them are tens of millions of troops, wearing armor and holding spears and sledgehammers, with a murderous aura. Although the equipment is not as good as it is, it looks like there is a strong evil aura.

Temujin pulled out his scimitar and swung it forward with an expressionless face. A golden sword energy slashed out, splitting a battleship in half, and a silver arc flashed at the break.

This sword seemed to start the fuse of the war, and the Song Dynasty immediately counterattacked.

Karma weapons reproduced from the world of science and technology poured out, lasers shot out, and some warships that used the Avenue of Light to become invisible hid in the void, firing cold shots from time to time.

The eyes of the mechanical creation on the ground flashed with rainbow light, and the engine propeller behind it exploded instantly, and it rushed forward, about to rush into the military formation.

Faced with such a huge offensive, Temujin did not panic. He said: "Night bat army, the ghost prison's heart-sucking roar!" After the words fell, many huge bats appeared in the void, numbering hundreds of thousands. If you look carefully, you can still spot the person on the back of the bat.

All the bats and the people on their backs have one mind, share weal and woe, and work together to strike a blow.

No strange phenomena were seen, and there was no sound. All the night bats could see were their huge mouths opening, and then most of the Song Dynasty's technology was paralyzed.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Temujin's mouth: "It's been many years, and they still play in this way. There is not even a man who practiced military magic!"

"Let me, the king, teach you what the art of military strategy is!"

He raised his treasured bow, a secret power surged from his body, and he shouted softly:
"Military strategist's magical power: Nine stars shooting in succession!"

As the words fell, the tens of millions of troops behind him were blessed with a mysterious force, integrating everyone's strength.

Just for a moment, it turned dark, and hundreds of millions of arrows were shot out, covering the sky and the sun.

This rain of arrows contains the evil spirit of the military and can defeat all kinds of attacks. If a quasi-sage faced this blow, he could only flee hundreds of millions of miles away to avoid its sharp edge.

After a round of arrows, Temujin raised his scimitar and roared angrily, regardless of the outcome of the battle:
"Horse step joint venture!"

Another mysterious power was added to the iron cavalry, and there was a rumble, and the sound of horse hooves was earth-shattering. From a distance, there was a black line at the end of the horizon.

After a burst of fighting, the Song Dynasty army was completely wiped out. Under the suppression of the military's magical power, there was not even a chance to resist.

Corpses littered the field, and from time to time monsters would devour the soldiers of the Song Dynasty on the ground. The Mongolian soldiers did not stop them at all. They all sat slumped on the ground, holding wine bottles in their hands, and you and I showed off the results of the battle just now.

Temujin did not drink. He walked to the wreckage of a battleship, reached out and touched it, and sneered disdainfully:
"I don't want to cultivate my good military skills, but I just study technological creations, which are all fancy!"

Then, he turned around and shouted: "My sons, gather your strength and go straight to Tokyo. I will proclaim myself emperor!"

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The war in the ancient world was raging, affecting all living things in the ancient world.

At this time, in the Zixiao Palace, three figures were sitting around the table. The enlightenment tea in the middle had a pleasant fragrance, but no one moved.

Luo Hou looked calm, as if the war on the ancient land had nothing to do with him, and he smiled and said:
"Fellow Taoist occupies a vast amount of resources in vain, but my disciples are really in a slump!"

Hongjun was also present with the old god, his eyes were slightly closed, the jade plate of creation was on his head, and the three thousand avenues were hanging down, keeping him in a state of enlightenment at all times. He said calmly:

"Fellow Taoist, don't be anxious. It's hard to say who will win until the last moment!"

Zhang Ye on the other side was sitting on the futon, looking at his nose and heart, paying no attention to the verbal fight between the two.

On the surface, the three of them were sitting cross-legged in Zixiao Palace, but in fact, the two people in front of them were completely confused.

Zhang Ye clearly felt that the great road of heaven and earth was roaring, and the rulers of the long river of heaven and earth were constantly changing. Sometimes the demons disappeared, and sometimes the demons rose and disappeared.

The paths of the two people clashed across the prehistoric times, and even timelines were derived, illusory planes were opened, and the creatures in them were also acting out the battle between demons.

However, as of now, Luo Hou has temporarily gained the upper hand.

Zhang Ye didn't care about these. He kept his eyes slightly closed, wandering in the sky, comprehending the supreme avenue within the Ten Thousand Dao Zhong.

The purpose of his coming here is just to be afraid of the rise of the two fighting, his true form will be revealed, and he is preparing for an unprecedented world-destroying war.

Honghuang is a very important part of his plan, and there must be no mistakes.

"what!"

Zhang Ye suddenly opened his eyes, this scene attracted Hongjun and Luo Hou, they subconsciously followed Zhang Ye's gaze to explore.

In the netherworld, in the underworld, on the Yin Mountain, billions of powerful ghosts are lingering here again, the Buddha's voice is singing softly, and the murmurs are echoing around.

There is a monk in the center, holding a jeweled tin staff, sitting on a stone, with a mythical beast lying beside him.

Along with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's chanting, the resentment of the surrounding ghosts turned into wisps of black smoke and gradually dissipated.

A Buddhist kingdom rose up behind him, where countless innocent souls and ghosts who had been purified but were unwilling to reincarnate lived in it.

The six black holes in the back of the head are constantly rotating, from which one can peek into six different worlds and six different results, hinting at the secret of reincarnation.

On this day, Monkey led hundreds of millions of evil spirits from the Plain of the Dead to this place. He held a golden cudgel in his hand and was wearing chainmail. His arrogance and demonic aura soared to the sky.

"Bodhisattva, I, Sun Jing, have stayed in reincarnation for many years and saved countless living beings. I don't want to do anything with you. If you understand, please get out of your way!"

Ksitigarbha kept talking about scriptures and did not say anything. He just sat down and listened and glanced at Sun Wukong.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong understood in his heart that he was a powerful Hunyuan warrior after all, comparable to a saint.

There are all ants below the saints, this is no joke, people should have this kind of arrogance.

But although Sun Wukong understands, he does not accept this behavior. He was originally a very arrogant person. Even though he was beaten several times and has become smarter now, he has not let go of the arrogance in his heart.

He took a step forward and shouted softly: "The formation of ten thousand ghosts, rise!"

As the voice fell, hundreds of millions of ghosts behind them raised a flag, on which there was a scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night, arranged in a mysterious formation, with an unspeakable beauty, the rules are intertwined, and the formation changes, pulling The power of heaven and earth.

A huge power came from the formation, which was like a ghost prison, with gloomy winds and many evil ghosts who had been saved by Ksitigarbha fell again.

However, Ksitigarbha's expression remained unchanged, but his chanting voice became louder.

The surging power spurts out, but it is not violent. It is like a spring breeze and drizzle, soothing people's soul and filling the air with Buddhist charm.

With just a few verses, Sun Wukong discovered an extremely serious problem. Some of the hundreds of millions of evil ghosts behind him had actually been purified! !
The spirit body is transparent and filled with gleaming spiritual light, and all resentment, murderous aura, and evil spirits are eliminated.

The source of the ghost's power is the evil spirit of resentment. If all this is resolved, his billions of ghost soldiers will be useless.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong directly raised the golden cudgel, gathered the power of the ghost formation, struck it down with one stick, and rushed straight towards Ksitigarbha.

Ksitigarbha clasped his hands together and recited softly: "There is no Amitabha Buddha for all the three times in the ten directions!"

As the words fell, all the hundreds of millions of evil ghosts were saved, and the vicious resentment on their bodies disappeared. Except for the Ghost King above Da Luo, all the other innocent ghosts exuded a pure aura.

When Sun Wukong saw this, he was dumbfounded. He thought he had been deceived. Wasn't it said that the Roar of Ten Thousand Ghosts and the Formation of Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation could fight against Hunyuan?
Why was he ruined by someone's words?

Just when Sun Wukong was at a loss, Ksitigarbha suddenly stepped out of the way, raised his palms in front of his chest, and said:

"Go in and do what you want to do!"

(End of this chapter)