celestial reincarnation

Chapter 62 Fighting Dragon Soul

There are many masters here, let alone Lu Xuan, the son of Tianshu who is still in the realm of dragon, Zhang Chengfeng, the son of Tianquan, and Gu Yueru from the prehistoric family, Guo Zian, who is about to break through the realm of king, and Mu Hanyan, the goddess of Nanjiang , the old Taoist with a broken sword on his back, the empty monk with a wine gourd on his shoulders, the Cangsong Taoist priest in a gorgeous attire, the brown-haired young man surrounded by the breath of death, and the murderous man in black, which one is not a character who can stand alone? Having this one extra has nothing to do with the overall situation, it just makes others more careful.

Although Jiang Haitian was amazed at the evilness of the Jiyin Blood Lord, he didn't feel hostile. He held the Thunder Fan in his right hand and a few purple lightning-wrapped beads in his left hand, protecting Ling Chen behind him.Although he knew that Ling Chen was not an ordinary monk, he hadn't broken through to the Soaring Dragon Realm after all, and he was considered to be at the bottom of the food chain in the Immortal Mansion of Six Paths. He didn't know about Ling Chen's later experience, in his opinion Even if Ling Chen had the means, it would be difficult for a cultivator in the late psychic stage to protect himself here and now. Knowing that the cultivation levels of the enemies around him were higher than his own, he stood in front of Ling Chen without hesitation.

Zitian released clusters of purple flames, and set up a purple fire defense around them. The golden feathers all over his body were also shining with golden light, and he was secretly preparing the Tianpeng Sky Fighting Technique.

Juechen was not idle either, he knew the most about the monks in the prehistoric world among the few people, and instantly transmitted the information he knew to others with his spiritual consciousness.It was only then that everyone learned that the brown-haired young man was Lan Xu, the holy son of the Holy Land of the Central Plains, and the old Taoist who was carrying a rusty and broken sword was a lone traveler in the Eastern Land. Daoist Cangsong sent by Zhang Chengfeng, the holy son of the Holy Land of Heavenly Power in the Central Plains, Zhang Chengfeng, the murderous man in black came from the only holy place of killers in the prehistoric world - the Palace of Heavenly Punishment in the Western Regions. god.

As for the monk with a simple and honest face, Juechen had never seen him before.According to Jiang Haitian, this monk was acquainted a few days ago, and he claimed to be from the Buddhist world of the Western Heaven.Along the way, I saw monk Kongwu's methods, and even Daoist Cangsong thought he was invincible, which made people feel the inscrutability of the Buddhist world in the Western Heaven, and anyone who jumped out at random could stir up a situation.

After everyone prepared their defenses, they all turned their attention to Guo Zian. Guo Zian launched a mysterious formation without authorization, which almost caused all the people present to fall here. If eyes could kill people, Guo Zian would have died long ago!
Guo Zian was the most seriously injured among the crowd. In the attack just now, he was attacked by the dragon against the scales, the joint efforts of everyone, and the rules of heaven. Said: "Shenlong against the scales, you must die! In a special place like Liudao Immortal Mansion, the remaining power of the dragon is severely suppressed, and the power of so many people can't break through. Hey, the heavenly master of fortune will not come out, the sage thinks It is difficult to break this situation!"

In a trance, a looming dragon's chant resounded in everyone's hearts, and an illusory dragon shadow appeared in the sky above the scale-shaped boulder, about tens of feet long, wandering in the air uncertainly, covering the whole world. The turmoil stirred by the aura in the air was endless.The sky with a radius of nearly a thousand miles was covered with a layer of black and dense clouds. The huge pressure overwhelmed all the creatures in this area, and everyone present felt a kind of spiritual coercion regardless of their cultivation level.Although this kind of pure spiritual coercion is also bound by the rules of heaven, it is not serious. The souls of everyone in the field are suffering from a purgatory-like torment.

After going through extreme sun refining, Ling Chen's spiritual consciousness has been refined to an extremely pure level. Although it has not yet been transformed into a spiritual consciousness, it is more condensed than ordinary monks who have turned into a soul. A monk who is better than a king.After all, the Extreme Sun Sacred Orb, which was condensed for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, is rare in the world, and it is longer than the inheritance of all major forces in the wild. This kind of energy has completely sublimated Ling Chen's spiritual consciousness from the source, and there will be more in the future Big room for development.

When Long Yinsheng just remembered, the gray kapok cassock on his body gradually became a layer of golden light, and there was a faint sound of Buddha's Zen singing, and the pressure on Ling Chen's consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness was instantly reduced, but it was also Unable to distract himself from controlling the Extreme Yin Blood Venerable, he could only let the Extreme Yin Blood Venerable physically stand aside in a daze.

Everyone in the field was uncomfortable, and the eyes of Zitian and Jiang Haitian gradually appeared blurred. trembling.An illusory mountain and river formed around Guo Zian, who was already injured, as if it was integrated with the surrounding mountains and rivers, and the impact was not great. Rare supernatural powers such as the killing prison, death field, and ten thousand Buddha field in several other directions appeared immediately. It can still last for a while, but it can't last too long.If it continues, it won't be long before everyone's souls will be shaken away and they will become walking dead.

Seeing that Zitian and Jiang Haitian were about to lose their hold, Ling Chen's eyes were filled with anxiety, his brows were slightly frowned, and he immediately thought of everything that could be used. The best way right now is of course to make full use of the Heavenly Emperor Pearl Only with a strong power can we fight for a ray of life for everyone, but all along, the Heavenly Emperor Pearl can only passively defend, and cannot take the initiative to attack.

Ling Chen's eyes slowly narrowed, revealing a fierceness, golden light flickered between his brows, a dazzling golden villain sat cross-legged on a black ninth-grade lotus platform, slowly spinning and flying towards the phantom dragon in the sky.Spiritual consciousness out of the body can better exert greater power, without the protection of the physical body, the risk is relatively greater, and a little carelessness may destroy both body and spirit.In order to win that chance for his friend, Ling Chen resolutely put himself at risk, risking his soul being scattered, and rushed towards Shenlong Xuying.

The golden miniature version of Ling Chen sat quietly on the Ninth-Rank Youlian Platform, and in an instant he was opposite to the phantom of the dragon, sending out golden ripples, wave after wave, pressing towards the phantom of the dragon in mid-air.

Encountered provocation, Shenlong Xuying also stopped the soul-stirring dragon chant, a pair of majestic dragon eyes stared at the tiny Ling Chen in mid-air, opened the dragon's mouth, and a high-pitched and loud dragon roar came, and the void was distorted , one after another violent fluctuations rushed towards Ling Chen's golden consciousness in midair like huge waves.

The Ninth-Rank Youlian Platform carries Ling Chen’s golden consciousness like a small boat in the huge waves, ups and downs in the powerful fluctuations. The purple brilliance of the Ninth-Rank Youlian Platform is uncertain and may be shattered at any time, but there is always a slight difference , it looked extremely dangerous, if the Ninth Rank Youliantai could not stop it, and received the blow with spiritual consciousness, it would definitely destroy both body and spirit.

Everyone in the field knew that the biggest enemy right now was the phantom of the dragon in the sky. Even though it was a phantom, it was enough to wipe out their entire army, and they had no time to settle accounts with Guo Zian at this time.At the same time as the dragon chant stopped, the simple-faced Master Kongwu made his move first. He was surrounded by several feet of golden light and formed a field of his own. There was a vast and ethereal sound of Buddha chanting sutras, and images of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Flashing from time to time, a big-bellied Buddha with a big laugh formed behind him, which was slowly solidifying. Looking carefully, it turned out to be the golden body of Maitreya Buddha, and it had already materialized!
Maitreya Buddha Dharma Xiangjin is wearing a Bodhisattva costume, with his feet crossed and sitting down, his left leg is drooping, his right leg is slightly bent, his left hand is making a formula, and his right hand is holding a string of rosary beads.As soon as the square was solidified, Maitreya raised his left hand lightly, and a huge breath of compassion moved towards the dragon.

Killing God Xiefeng suddenly erupted a shocking murderous aura that exterminated everything, and the murderous aura was withdrawn as soon as it was fired. I saw Xiefeng holding a translucent dagger that could not be sensed by his consciousness, melting into the void, and slowly moving towards Shenlongxu The shadow approached.

Mu Hanyan waved his hands lightly, and mysterious textures were imprinted in the void around the phantom of the dragon, with a special dao rhyme, as if it were the traces of the avenue.This kind of supernatural power is called 'Dao Mark', which is the exclusive supernatural power of the body of the Holy Spirit. It can touch the traces of the Dao, and the traces of the Dao evolved can kill people invisible.

The rusty broken sword behind the broken sword came out of its sheath. I don’t know what’s special about his broken sword. The black brilliance flashed by. There were so many people present that few people saw it clearly. There was a transparent hole the size of a bowl.

The little dragon about a foot long on the top of Daoist Cangsong’s whisk also raised its head to the sky and uttered a dragon chant, gathering the dragon energy around it. The phantom dragon in the air swung its tail, and the little dragon’s chant seemed to turn into a wail. The black line spread at a visible speed. After a while, the little dragon turned completely black, and was sucked into the mouth by the phantom of the dragon.Daoist Cangsong spat out a mouthful of blood, his complexion was like gold paper, with a bitter and embarrassed expression on his face.

The brown-haired young man was chanting obscure and mysterious spells, forming a gloomy and thick black mist in a radius of several feet in front of him, and the dark red mottled iron door was half-opened and half-closed, and the inside was ghostly, like a lifeless The world, revealing the endless breath of death.

"Boom"

There was a loud noise in the black mist, and the iron door inside was pushed open by a mysterious and strange force. It was eerie, as if opening a gate to hell.

"Who summoned the old cow? Hey, a remnant soul of the five-clawed dragon?! Damn, how could there be such a guy? If you are in the realm of great power, I still have the power to fight, but you are only in the realm of kings. The old cow can't even display [-]% of his strength, you want the old cow's soul to die here!" A ghost with a bull's head and human body several feet high emerged from it, just like the phantom of the dragon, it was also illusory , glanced at the five-clawed dragon in the air and roared.

Although there was a lot of nonsense, the shots were unambiguous. Cooperating with Ling Chen's spiritual consciousness lotus platform, Kongwu monk's Buddha Dharma image, and the Dao marks branded by Mu Hanyan, they formed a tendency to encircle the phantom dragon in the air.

As soon as Fang made a move, the bull-headed ghost yelled, "What the hell is this place? Half of the suppressed power can't be exerted. Could it be the Immortal Mansion of the Six Paths?"

(End of this chapter)