Chapter 2623 Wen Sheng Makes a Move

Chu Yun and Fujiao Heavenly King fought, and the other elders of the Chu family also fought against several other heavenly kings. The momentum and power of these masters of the eighth grade of origin force were indeed earth-shattering, but the strength and control of their strength were astonishing. It is controlled within a thousand miles, although both the sky and the light and shadow are blurred within this thousand miles, others can't see who wins and who loses at all.

Of course, the power of their fight has never been revealed, and it has affected everyone who is still fighting on the sword map.

At this time, Murong Junpeng and Murong Congyun, who were covered with scars all over their bodies, watched the fight in the sky dumbfounded. They had thought a lot and heard Murong Jiang talk about some secrets, but they did not expect that this Chu family's The trap actually attracted the Heavenly King of Leiyin Temple! Although these heavenly kings are not the Buddha fruit in the true sense of the heavenly kings, they are just praises from the World Honored One of the Great Sun Tathagata to the Buddhist guardians, but they will know the far-reaching impact of today's battle after thinking about it with their heels! This... is simply a rehearsal of the Immortal-Buddha Formation!

"Uncle Fourteenth..." Murong Congyun looked at a sixth-rank Yuanli monk who had just been attacked and killed by the two together, and the flesh and blood seeped into the sword diagram and disappeared, and asked in a low voice, "Let's find a way to escape! If Staying here... you will die sooner or later! This is simply not a situation that we can decide!"

"Yun'er, do you think this old man doesn't want to leave!" Murong Junpeng smiled wryly, "Once we enter the sword diagram, we will become one with the sword diagram. If we don't withdraw the sword diagram, we won't be able to leave! Nei made it clear!"

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"But..." Murong Congyun argued, "Before that Xiao Hua seemed to be able to escape from the sword grid..."

"It's a pity that he is already dead!" Murong Junpeng shook his head, "He may be using the secret technique of the Taoist sect! It's not something that I, a Confucian cultivator, can use!"

"Could it be... that Yun'er is going to die here?" Murong Congyun's face was pale, because she had already seen that the fighting of more than a dozen sword grids near her had stopped just like her place, but the sword grids had stopped. All the Buddhist Dharma protectors who live in the world, although these monks have the same blood stains as themselves. But their eyes were killing and turning a blind eye, and they turned their heads to look at themselves.

"Boom..." Misfortunes never come singly, just thousands of miles away from Murong Congyun, a huge turning pot is turning like a mountain. On both sides of the passing pot, a golden Buddha's light and a blood-red red lotus fire are like two chains. Turning around the sword picture, hundreds of Confucianism cultivator disciples were strangled to death by the Buddha's light and the red lotus fire. It turned into muddy meat and fell on the sword map, and now the Buddha's light and karmic fire are rolling in the direction of Murong Congyun! In the sky above the passing pot, a heavenly king in a strange monk robe was reciting Buddhist scriptures, with an expressionless face urging the passing pot.

The Chu family dispatched the patriarch and seven elders this time, but the heavenly kings of the Ultimate Bliss World had already determined the strength of the Chu family. This time, nine heavenly kings came through the transmission channel. While the other eight heavenly kings fought with the Chu family, The remaining heavenly kings easily harvested the lives of the disciples of the Chu family.

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I'll just say it. The disciples of the Buddhist sect are all good-looking people, and they are usually kind-hearted. They say that sweeping the floor so as not to hurt the lives of ants, and cherishing the moth veil lamps are all bullshit. Look at your vicious looks. How sad it will be for believers to see it! How could the Buddhist sect in their hearts look like this? "Suddenly, a faint, teasing voice came from the sky. Murong Congyun heard it, and an unbelievable expression appeared on her face. She almost couldn't believe it and exclaimed, "Two ...Second uncle? Why did his old man come here? Where is the seventh uncle? ? "

"Yes, of course it's the second uncle!" Murong Junpeng cried out in tears of joy. "Only a literary sage like Second Uncle can kill this Heavenly King!"

However, before Murong Junpeng looked up, "Boom..." A pillar of cloud suddenly flew over vastly from another direction, and when it reached the sword map, it condensed into a big hand and went down again. Explore. Just grasping the transmission channel in his hand, several Haoran crystal filaments thicker than the giant dragon emerged from the void, flashing radially on both sides of the big hand, "Boom..." There was a deafening bang, that The teleportation channel was moved by more than a hundred miles with a big hand out of thin air! However, just after moving a hundred miles, the green script in the transmission channel suddenly became crazy, like thousands of butterflies fluttering their wings, "Boom..." In the blink of an eye, the entire transmission channel collapsed, and green lightning flashed one after another Lei Ming flew out and hit the big hand, the thick Haoran crystal silk on the big hand was defeated, and the whole big hand collapsed...

"Si..." Murong Congyun took a deep breath and said almost "","Which... who is this senior literary star?"

It's just that, when the big hand was gone, the cloud pillar also disappeared into the void, and the Wen Xing who hadn't shown his face didn't even leave a trace of breath behind. Not to mention that Murong Congyun didn't know, even Murong Junpeng didn't know which Wen Xing it was at all. Probe on a whim and strike!

At this time, Murong Congyun and Murong Junpeng couldn't afford to think too much, but when they saw lights and shadows flickering in the sky, and familiar faces flashed like a bright moon in the sky, the already desperate mood now Already overflowing with surprises.

Murong Congyun even cried out with joy: "Gong... Gongshu Yanyin Wensheng, Duanmu Jishi Wensheng, Huangfu Gongcheng Wensheng, eldest grandson Ji Wensheng, Yuwen Wensheng? God, from a first-class family's Wensheng seniors Why are you all here?"

"More than that!" Murong Junpeng laughed beside him, "From the first-class family, Wensheng Kong Cheng, Wensheng Mengmeng, Wensheng Mo Xie, Wensheng Zou Zhen and Wensheng Lu Chen from the second-class family are also here!"

"These seniors..." Murong Congyun lost his voice, "Why didn't Seventh Uncle tell us about their coming?"

"The news that Wen Sheng is coming, don't say it is the seventh uncle. Now it seems that even the Chu family... may not know!" Murong Junpeng looked at the lost disciples of the Chu family on the sword map, and The eight literary sages of the Chu family, who were fighting fiercely with the Buddhist Dharma Protector Heavenly King above the sky, spoke in a low voice.

Murong Congyun's expression changed slightly, suddenly he seemed to understand something, nodded slightly, and didn't dare to ask any more questions! The secret inside is no longer something she can know, and now she only knows that she can survive, which is better than anything else.

After more than a dozen scribes appeared, except for Lu Chen who was facing the heavenly king in a strange monk robe, the other scribes were all swaying, teleporting on the sword map, and in a short while, the nine Buddha sect protectors were killed. The battle group was surrounded in the middle, and as for the sword map, they didn't even look at the Buddhist Dharma Protector who was still beheading Confucianism disciples! Because, in the direction where Wen Sheng appeared, Murong Jiang and other disciples from various families also rushed over...

A dozen or so Glyphs stood still in mid-air, and the powerful aura around them covered the space thousands of miles above the sword map. The origin of this aura was Confucianism, so it was very easy to unite. After a glance, although they may not be able to see each other, their hearts have long been communicated through this breath. Gongshu Yanyin and other five literary sages recited the armor inscriptions, and their true energy rushed into the battle group to help the elders of the Chu family, Kong Cheng and others. The six scribes raised their hands, and each patted the sword picture below them.

Confucianism cultivators always insist on covering the sky with one hand, and these six big hands cover the entire sky. After falling into the sword map, the entire sword map trembled violently, and then tens of millions of sword pillars pierced into the sky. Not only that, countless Haoran crystal threads in the void fell into the sword pillar crazily, and the sword pillar was as thick as a mountain peak just after it rushed out a thousand feet.

"Buzzing..." The sword pillar made a frightening sound of sword cries, and one by one condensed into the essence and emerged from the bodies of these sages. It was the Buddhist Dharma Protector Heavenly King who stabbed the various battle groups with the sword pillar in his hand!

"Amitabha, I have gained a lot of insight today. Not only did I see a Confucian cultivator wearing a female body, but I also saw a Confucian cultivator bullying others. The so-called awe-inspiring righteousness, the so-called magnanimous heart, and the so-called uprightness are nothing but paper. The words on the surface are just a mask to whitewash the peace!" Fujiao Heavenly King finally lost to the joint efforts of Chu Yun and Gongshu Yanyin, struggling to get half of his body out of the battle group and shouting loudly. The Jiaolong under his feet is now bruised and his whole body is twitching extremely, it seems that he is no longer alive.

Gongshu Yanyin's five-color true energy above the top gate condensed into half a piece of bauhinia, leaned out from the chaotic awe-inspiring aura and thought power, and said coldly: "You are the Dharma protector of the Ultimate Bliss World. Eliminating demons and defending the Buddha is the right way. But here What is it? My Confucianism cultivator's territory, you invaded my territory, killed my disciple, what kind of justice do you want to talk about with Confucianism cultivator?"

"The true meaning of my Buddhist sect is bright and upright, and the Buddha's light can save all living beings. It is difficult for you to justify your Confucianism. The devil in the eyes of this seat? You set up such a trap to lure my Buddha into the bait, what is the difference from the prostitutes in front of the brothel who sell their smiles to seduce the good people? What face do you have to talk about justice in front of this seat?" Seeing the transmission channel It has been destroyed, and the surrounding space has also been blocked by dozens of Glyph Saints. Fujiao Heavenly King knew that today's matter would not end well, so he simply tore his face, and even put the word "prostitute" on Confucianism Cultivator's head.

Others may not care about it, but the abnormal blush on Chu Yun's face is not only because the trap of the blood of the gods and demons was set up by his Chu family, but also because of some problems with the origin of the eight beautiful sculptures he possessed earlier. For a while, although Chu Yun had the strength of the eighth grade of Yuanli, Chu Yun's heart couldn't help but be confused. Chu Yun's heart was confused, and the flaw was immediately seen by Fujiao Tianwang. Fujiao Tianwang didn't see any action, and a ray of Buddha's light suddenly appeared on Chu Yun's chest, but this Buddha's light was not the right way, but brought Bloodshot, each cluster of Buddha light has the shape of a devil.