Fu Canglu

Chapter 93 The Age of Bloom

Yi Xiao looked pale and watched the Ksitigarbha Tower being sunk by Lu Chen's sword.

The celestial sword pierced through Tao Wuque's body and pierced through the side of the pagoda in an instant.

The whole stupa began to collapse.

Only then did Yi Xiao react in a daze, turned around and swept up, pulling up the young master Xiaotao who was lying on the ground and crawling forward.

Tao Wuyou was tearful, his fingers were like hooks and he desperately crawled forward, regardless of his embarrassment, he just wanted to get closer and see the crumbling figure.

The yellow pear wood hairpin is gone, and the black hair is scattered like a waterfall.

Under Yi Xiao's pull, the heartbroken woman refused to get up.

The pagoda was unstable, and broken stones flew across the sky and earth, instantly slashing across the face of the young master Xiaotao, cutting a bloody mouth!
She turned a deaf ear, sticking out her blood-stained hands.

Then being picked up by Yi Xiao's waist, the whole body lightened.

"Are you crazy? Do you want to die?" Yi Xiao didn't care too much, hugged Tao Wuyou's slender waist and hugged her tightly, the dragon snake was running behind her head, her toes touched the ground, and she flew backwards and flew out.

The pagoda collapsed inch by inch. Now that we are on the top floor, it is too dangerous to go down the pagoda again.

Climb the tower to escape.

Yi Xiao embraced the young master Xiaotao with one hand, and the Fuqu sword in the other, and the sword energy poured out wildly, trying to break the other wall of the pagoda.

"chichichi"

One after another sword qi crazily hit the wall of the pagoda, only to make small holes.

"Open it for me!"

Yi Xiao's eyes were red, and Fu Quejian curled her arms, pointing between her eyebrows with one hand.

A white lotus suddenly bloomed!
The lotus imprint bestowed by the Lord of the Mountain shone brightly on the center of Yi Xiao's eyebrows.

A loud bang!
The power enough to kill the existence of the ninth rank alone made a huge hole in the wall of the pagoda.

A lotus flower brand is not enough to penetrate this remnant wall.

"Not enough! What to do?"

The ground under Yi Xiao's feet poured slightly.

He had a hunch.

This Ksitigarbha Pagoda is probably no longer on the island in the middle of the lake.

Countless gloomy ghost aura seeped out from the Buddha wall pierced by Lu Chen's immortal sword.

There are even grievances.

"Is this at the gate of hell?"

Yi Xiao's back was already covered with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to try to hit the Buddha wall rashly, for fear of causing big trouble.

He subconsciously looked down.

The son Xiaotao in his arms was pale, with pale lips and messy black hair, how could he seem to be able to think?

How to do?
Do you want to take a gamble?
Thinking quickly, the green lotus in Yi Xiao's mind swayed wildly.

His eyes were instantly golden.

Eye open lotus!

A lotus flower slowly rose from the pupil.

Then the whole world was stripped of color.

He saw the world outside the pagoda.

It's like being on top of the world.

Watching the whole world spin and fall fast.

Yi Xiao turned around subconsciously.

Pale face.

Countless evil spirits and ghosts tried to infiltrate from the other end of the pagoda.

The thick black and unnatural luck almost poured into this pagoda.

Behind is the gate of hell.

There is still a glimmer of life ahead.

He broke out in a cold sweat, and only then did he realize that the Ksitigarbha Pagoda was located at the mouth of the Guimenguan Gorge.

The pagoda is crumbling.

About to fall into hell.

Breathing steadily, Yi Xiao's complexion was still a little pale, so he stopped looking at other things.

In the midst of the sky shaking, listen to your own breathing and heartbeat.

"To break through this wall."

His lotus-like gaze was focused on one point on the ruined wall.

The power of the lotus brand was too diffuse, cracking half of the wall.

Never penetrated.

It was running crazily in his mind.

Find the stress concentration point of the residual wall.

The Fuqu sword runs the dragon snake with all its strength, and then opens the third layer of the lotus phase.

Can crush.

"Whoo~"

Yi Xiao took a deep breath, and his whole demeanor changed completely.

The appearance of a dragon and a snake at the back of the head is even more dazzling, and a round of big suns superimposes out, majestic like a fairy.

Soul power has entered the eighth realm of soul sage!
The world before the eyes of the whole person becomes a hundred times clearer and a hundred times slower.

The hit point on the remnant wall was magnified a hundred times.

Qi and blood on the spine slowly surged up, reaching the Tian acupoint in an instant, and the power supplied by the limbs and bones was forcibly gathered at one point.

This sword is a sword that gathers Qi Yi Xiao's energy and spirit.

Fu Que is very flexible, this sword is most suitable for killing enemies, but it is not suitable for breaking through walls and opening them. It suffered a dull loss when breaking the bronze gate before.

However, under the infusion of the two heavenly aspects of dragon and snake and plant and lotus, the tip of the Fuqu sword was covered with a layer of blood red.

With one sword strike, the world changes color.

The Ksitigarbha Pagoda, which has suppressed ghosts since ancient times, has experienced too many disasters, and it is already crumbling.

Now one side has been penetrated and is about to be fragmented.

The other side suffered a sudden blow.

The advantage of this sword is that it has the lotus brand as a foreshadowing, and it breaks the surface with a point.

A figure in black embraced the yellow shirt and rushed out of the pagoda like an arrow.

Behind him, the Ksitigarbha Tower collapsed inch by inch.

A whole new world lay ahead.

"Is this the sword mound space?"

Yi Xiao's body was still in the air, and Zhu Lianxiang had already observed the surrounding environment clearly.

Then he paled.

There is a vast void beneath your feet.

The spire of the pagoda collapsed and was pulled into a pitch-black hole.

"Is this the gate of hell?"

Yi Xiao was a little startled, she stabilized her figure, and looked at her feet.

A bewitching red light flickered in that ghost gate.

Bleeding to the sky.

The evil spirit soars to the sky.

A terrifying battle just broke out here.

Yi Xiao knew that the eleven masters, including Su Dadansheng, were already ready to face the ghost gate.

The most life-saving Dansheng Su was ready to fight with his life.

The sword master even risked his life to seal the ghost gate.

Can you stop it?

That battle probably hasn't ended yet, because there are still sword lights breaking through the black hole, bringing up pools of terrifying demonic blood.

Someone's hands were stained with blood, beheading the devil.

Naturally, some people also fell here.

How far did that battle go?
Master Sword Master, have you successfully sealed the ghost gate?
gate of hell.

War.

Blood dripping.

Even the eleven masters who stood at the pinnacle of mankind joined hands to resist the travel of ghosts and ghosts, but they paid a very painful price.

The darkness was blocked for dozens of miles by the ten masters except the sword master.

Only for Lord Sword Master to be able to forge that seal.

The [-] phantoms of the sword masters have all come to the gate of hell at this moment.

The face formed a solemn formation.

One after another, phantoms emerged, turning into pure energy and luck, and blending into the formation.

The purple energy rose from that large formation, gathering the Yang energy of tens of thousands of people in Fengting City.

Slowly seal.

Inside the formation, the sword master sat cross-legged on the eye of the formation, with neither joy nor sorrow on his face.

Outside of the formation, the ten masters fought bloody battles without end.

"Ksitigarbha Resurrection Pill." Lord Sword Master stretched out his hand to press down, and a pill was activated by Yuan Force, causing countless ripples in the center of the formation.

The huge Buddha light urges this terrifying formation, dispelling the darkness for hundreds of miles.

The figures of the ten masters were bathed in demonic blood, their backs straightened.

Under the shroud of that piece of Buddha's light, all ghosts were driven away.

The entire ghost gate is illuminated.

Great Alchemy Su consumed more than half of his Yuan power, and his Immortal Phase reached its peak, and he beheaded a ninth-rank peak evil spirit that refused to retreat with a wave of his hand.

The ghostly aura is overwhelming, and the extreme dark tide is receded by the Buddha's light, revealing a corner of the ghost gate.

The bones are dense, accumulating into a plain.

Countless corpses pave the way, creating a hell of bliss.

Great Dansheng Su was a little distracted, saw the true face of Guimenguan, and muttered: "Is this Guimenguan?"

The calm voice of the Sword Master came.

"The next step is to form the formation. There is no room for a moment of mistakes. Those big figures hiding in the depths of the ghost gate should not be able to bear it anymore. If they make a move, they will inevitably suffer a thunderous blow from the seal of the eight or nine immortals. Everyone who blocks a stick of incense Time will do."

There is a big demon in the depths of the ghost gate.

At one end of the moat separated by the eight or nine immortal seals, a few figures appeared faintly.

They had patiently observed the fighting of these ten masters before, and watched the ghosts sweeping out of the gate of hell.

"Central Plains is so poor?" There was a hoarse voice laughing: "The ones who surpassed the ninth rank are just some ordinary masters, for nearly 100 years. Not even a great master?"

"Ten masters, too few." The great Buddhist demon said with a smile, "It seems that there is no strong opponent in the world."

"Even if you try your best to stop me today, when the seals of the eight or nine immortals are broken, who can resist on the day we arrive?" Cheeks in the dark.

Half joy and half pity, the pupils are pure white and the pupils are pitch black.

"This look is Xu Xianfo, a Buddhist monk from 800 years ago." The old master of the Qi Palace recalled the figure recorded on the ancient scroll, narrowed his eyes and said: "It is said that the inheritance of the Da Ri Tathagata scriptures will be ruined." In his hand."

Xu Xianfo showed his white teeth, and with a demonic energy behind him, he said, "That's true. 800 years ago, I killed that noisy old man, destroyed the entire scripture of Dari Tathagata, and left behind the fragments of the enchanted mantra."

"As a disciple of Buddha, are you willing to become a demon?" The old master of the chess palace sighed sadly.

"What about Buddha?"

Another figure emerged from the darkness.

With a high crown of purple gold and extremely white clothes, if it weren't for the bewitching whisk with bright red eyes, he would look like a master of Taoism.

"I, Zhang Xuansheng, have been cultivating Taoism for 100 years. I only want longevity, but I can't." He laughed and said, "God is blind. Since cultivating Taoism does not lead to longevity, why don't I become a demon?"

Xu Xianfo, Zhang Xuansheng.

These two names are the very famous names of the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism.

One is an extremely beautiful and heavenly demon monk from the Buddhist sect, and the other is a sword-embryo Taoist who is rare in Taoism for a hundred years.

Now he has fallen into the evil way and wants to wash the world with blood.

One after another, figures with a terrifying aura appeared.

"They are all taboo characters in ancient times." Guan Shan Lao Daogui smiled, and said with a smile: "That must be stronger than those of us who were not born at the right time."

"It's just that you said that there is no successor in the world." Guan Shandaogui laughed, with a thick sarcasm, and said: "Fuck your mother!"

He raised the ordinary long knife with a somewhat curved blade, and opened his mouth expressionlessly.

"You have practiced for at least 300 years, and have achieved what you are today."

"As long as 30 years, my apprentice Song Zhiqing can beat you to your knees and call your mother."

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng didn't speak, but just watched the terrifying auras appear one after another.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng smiled and said: "Fengxue Yincheng never loses to anyone."

"Give my two disciples time to practice, one knife and one sword can take all of your heads."

The old master of the chess palace had cloudy eyes, and said with a hoarse smile, "In the chess palace at most 20 years, a fairy will appear, and it only takes one blow to kill you."

Great Dansheng Su said with a smile: "Have you ever seen a person with great soul power who possesses two great celestial features? By the time you show up, that person has already grown up, enough to dominate one side."

Sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation, the sword master slowly raised his head.

He thought that what he saw was the joys and sorrows of the end of this era.

But, as far as the eye can see.

The old man Yu Jian gave a rare smile and asked: "Unfortunately, I took in a foolish apprentice Jian Chi who is rare in a thousand years, so I can avenge this revenge."

The Chess Master of the South China Sea laughed and said, "My Dao-born disciple has such a temper that he might enter the gate of hell."

The black-robed governor looked calm: "This year's successor of Jianzhong is stronger than me and Lord Sword Master back then."

What I saw was an extremely powerful harbinger of the new era.

Lord Sword Master was a little startled.

It is really a great era as vast as a sea of ​​smoke.

The sword idiots, Buddha sons, Taoist immortals, who are hard to find for thousands of years, were all born in the same era.

With them around, what is the point of hell?
This will be the age of blooming.

Should be irrigated by blood.

(End of this chapter)