Chapter 648 Jade Slip: Dharmakaya Yuanying (Thanks to the Leader of the Demonic Alliance)

The sound of the bell was loud and powerful, like a copper wall and an iron wall, blocking all the evil wind attacks of spiritual consciousness that Yan Fusheng was proud of.

"Your magical weapon is not a sword?"

Yan Fusheng couldn't help but look surprised when he saw the big clock floating above Chen Mobai's head.

You know, as a sword cultivator, whether you have a flying sword that connects your mind will have a huge impact on your combat power.

Even though there are many swordsmen who feel the need to make up for their weaknesses other than attacks, they always use other methods and will never use their own magic weapons to make up for it.

"By the way, your boy owns a fourth-level sword from the Immortality Sect, which may be enough for use, so you made this choice for your natal magic weapon..."

But Yan Fusheng reacted immediately. The cold blue light in his eyes dimmed and turned into pitch black ink. He patted the storage bag on his waist, and a scorpion-shaped puppet appeared. fly out.

The scorpion puppet waved its tail hook and landed heavily on the morning bell above Chen Mobai's head.

However, the colorful clouds of smoke emerged, using softness to overcome hardness, blocking the attack of Yan Fusheng's puppet. However, the tail hook was immediately withdrawn, and after accumulating power again, a faint cold light flashed, and he stabbed one after another, triggering bursts of sonic explosions.

Zilielie!

Chen Mobai clearly understood that fighting against a figure like Yan Fusheng would require all-out efforts, so he drew the Purple Lightning Sword directly from the realm!

Accompanied by the roar of purple electricity, the scorpion puppet was caught off guard, and the stabbing tail hook was cut off. Then the sword gleamed like thunder and fell into the puppet's back, splitting it into two parts.

"What a great sword. It's a pity that after this battle, it will be my trophy!"

When Yan Fusheng saw the purple electric sword, a fourth-level sword, his eyes shone brightly and he was not afraid at all.

Naturally, Chen Mobai's expression remained unchanged. He directly poured out the pure Yang spiritual power in his Dantian Qi Sea, activated the power of the Purple Lightning Sword to the extreme that he could control, and slashed hard at Yan Fusheng. .

Amidst the roar of thunder, it seemed as if a purple sky thunder fell on the desert, and the scene was terrifying.

However, a monk as tall as a ghost controlled a giant puppet hand made of yellow sand and a side of soap-colored cloth, and held the purple lightning sword and thunder falling from the sky in one hand.

Amidst a dull explosion, a huge sandstorm erupted and spread in the center of the fight between the two!

The sky was full of yellow sand, and a line of purple lightning like a dragon kept colliding with the tall dark ghosts. The terrifying and powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy made the sandstorm grow bigger and bigger, covering the surrounding world.

After fighting four times in a row, the Purple Lightning Sword Flower suddenly exploded to its extreme, tearing a hole in the dark ghost shadow, but was also held by the giant hand of the puppet and reversed its direction.

boom!

The purple electric sword light broke free, but lost control and burst out towards the spreading sandstorm outside!

The seemingly terrifying sandstorm around them was suddenly cut open when faced with the purple lightning sword light, revealing the two people fighting inside.

Yan Fusheng laughed loudly, relying on his strong spiritual power to block the most ferocious attacks of the Purple Lightning Sword one by one. The soap-colored cloth covering his yellow sand hand did not know what grade of magic weapon it was. , the aura is not obvious, but the fourth-level high-grade sword cannot pierce or cut through.

Chen Mobai's face was slightly solemn, knowing that his opponent this time was the most powerful opponent he had encountered since coming to Donghuang.

You know, even Granny Ming's Yuehua Blade keeps whining when faced with the Purple Lightning Sword.

But the stronger the opponent, the calmer Chen Mobai becomes.

There were more and more golden lines in his eyes, gradually outlining half of Yan Fusheng's outline.

After completely entering the state of Fang Cun Shu, apart from killing his opponent, he had no other distracting thoughts in his mind.

"go to hell!"

When Yan Fusheng saw Chen Mobai's pale face, he knew that his opponent had exhausted his spiritual power, so he immediately turned from defense to offense, using his giant puppet hand, like a huge black curtain covering the sky, covering Chen Mobai.

However, in his heart, he was also amazed that Chen Mobai was indeed a genius in swordsmanship. He was able to use a fourth-level sword weapon to strike as many as four swords. If he hadn't owned the precious soap flag inherited from Mount Liujia, he might not have been able to survive it intact. Block.

But Chen Mobai remained expressionless in the face of such an attack.

Feeling the emptiness in the Dantian Qi sea again, he silently extracted the pure Yang spiritual power stored in the second spine of Wan Dharmakaya.

Then he released the purple electric sword in his palm and sent it into the sky!

Boom!

The sword supplied by his spiritual power unleashed its magnificent and violent power unbridled, and sky thunder condensed in mid-air, confronting the black sky formed by the giant hand of the puppet.

"Hahaha, you have fallen into a trap. Without this fourth-level sword, how can you face me!"

Yan Fusheng laughed loudly and activated the power of the treasure of Mount Liujia. The black clouds and mist suddenly spread, trapping the purple electric sword. Then he moved out with his true body, once again pulled out a dark yellow talisman from the storage bag, and rushed Arriving in front of Chen Mobai.

Yan Fusheng very confidently placed the talisman in his hand on the morning bell, confident that he could suppress Chen Mobai, a third-level low-grade natal magic weapon.

And without the sword and bell, how could a mere monk in the early stages of forming pills be his opponent.

"Remember not to be my opponent in the next life!"

Yan Fusheng stood in front of Chen Mobai and spoke confidently.

He opened the five fingers of his right hand and suddenly grasped the neck of the handsome boy in front of him. Just as he was about to twist his opponent's neck, a bronze mirror with a wooden frame suddenly appeared and blocked his right hand.

Another third-level magic weapon!

This kid is really rich!

This thought flashed through Yan Fusheng's mind, but he had strong confidence in his physique and cultivation. As long as it was not a fourth-level magic weapon, he was not afraid!

Then, his right hand directly grabbed the mirror of the Haotian Mirror.

Just as he was about to use force to crush the mirror and Chen Mobai's neck, a pure white flame with a faint golden color rose above the mirror.

Golden flame?

When Yan Fusheng saw the pure yang fire, he thought of a unique skill that the Hunyuan ancestor had used to dominate the East Wilderness, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

I thought that this kid's talent in swordsmanship was really amazing, and he even mastered this!

But at this time, Yan Fusheng suddenly felt a piercing pain coming from the five fingers of his right hand.

He thought it was because the temperature of the golden flame was too masculine and overbearing, so he also gushed out the Huangquan spiritual power in his Dantian Qi Sea.

The two kinds of spiritual power, extreme yang and extreme yin, restrain each other. As long as his Huangquan spiritual power exceeds the opponent's red flame spiritual power, he can completely extinguish the golden flame!

With this idea in mind, Yan Fusheng confidently burst out all his spiritual power!

He wanted to smash Chen Mobai, the sword cultivator with the strongest sword talent in the East Wilderness for thousands of years, into pieces in a fair spiritual power duel!

Then, the pure yang fire stimulated by the Huangquan spiritual power suddenly broke out to the extreme!

"No... This is not the golden flame... Ah..."

Yan Fusheng screamed violently, his eyes widened, and he suddenly cut off his right hand to prevent the pure yang fire from spreading all over his body!

But Chen Mobai had already pushed back the power of the Haotian Mirror, and pure yang fire gushed out from the mirror surface, forming a fire line net on Yan Fusheng's retreat route.

At this time, the golden lines in Chen Mobai's left eye had completely outlined the outline of Yan Fusheng.

As the pure Yang fire net sank into Yan Fusheng's back, a thick black smoke rose from the wounds cut by the fire lines along with his screams.

In just a few breaths, this evil giant collapsed on the sand dune, no longer having the power he had at the beginning.

"What... is this... flame..."

Yan Fusheng widened his eyes and asked with his last breath.

Clang!

The answer to him was Chen Mobai holding the purple lightning sword.

The blade pierced straight into Yan Fusheng's eyebrows, completely annihilating the last breath of life in his devil's embryo.

After doing all this, Chen Mobai exited the state of Fang Cun Shu.

He felt an unprecedented weakness surge in his heart!

In order to design this last close-range pure Yang fire must-kill situation, he repeatedly urged the purple lightning sword to fight with Yan Fusheng, so that the latter could confirm that he had really exhausted all his means.

Although spiritual power can be drawn from the Wanfa body at any time, the body cannot bear the output of 100% spiritual power one after another.

Fortunately, after he practiced the Danfeng Chaoyangtu, his spiritual consciousness became much stronger, which led to the improvement of Fangcunshu, and finally successfully completed the battle plan formulated at the beginning.

After all, the characteristics of pure yang fire, as long as it is not fatal, if Yan Fusheng knows it, there will definitely be no second chance.

This old ghost is really powerful!

Chen Mobai sighed and took out a bottle of longevity dew to take. For him who practiced the longevity Taoist body, this thing is a panacea for recovery.

Feeling the pure vitality flowing through the body with the longevity dew, the weakness slowly disappeared, and Chen Mobai walked to the body of Yan Fusheng.

Taking away the storage bag hanging on the waist of the corpse, he waved his hand and dropped a ball of golden flame and a pure yang fire!

Under the combined power of the two true fires, Yan Fusheng's body was soon burned to ashes.

"Huh?"

After burning, Chen Mobai found a strange thing in the ashes.

It was a white jade strip, and no one knew what it was made of. If you didn't pay close attention, you would probably think it was a piece of bone.

But it was impossible for Yan Fusheng's bones to remain intact under the burning of Chen Mobai's two true fires.

"Jade slip!?"

Chen Mobai immediately remembered the origin of this thing. His spiritual consciousness surged out, and as expected, he saw a small word on it, as small as an ant.

He just read part of the content, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Because this jade slip recorded the Dharmakaya Yuanying!

I didn't expect it to be so easy to get!

In this way, Zhou Shengqing only needed Huiyang Lingshui!

In surprise, Chen Mobai waved his palm to control the airflow and blew away Yan Fusheng's ashes, wanting to see if he had better luck.

But there was no harvest.

But he soon thought of Yan Fusheng's soap-colored cloth that could resist the sharp edge of his purple lightning sword. After losing the spiritual power supply, this thing had already fallen from the sky along with the yellow sand.

Chen Mobai looked at the vastness around him, but he was not in a hurry.

He rested for a while, and after recovering some of his spiritual consciousness, he performed the method of searching the sky and searching the earth.

About a quarter of an hour later, he finally found the soap-colored cloth from the depths of a sand dune.

Chen Mobai took a closer look and found that it seemed to be part of a flag. He didn't know what grade of magic weapon the complete flag was, but it was able to block the purple lightning sword with just the fragments.

After exploring it with various methods, there was no gain, so Chen Mobai didn't waste time and directly put the soap-colored cloth into his own realm.

He wanted to open the storage bag, but considering that there was still a disaster, Chen Mobai decided to solve Liujia Mountain first before doing this.

…

When Yu Changjian saw that it was Chen Mobai who flew over, his face showed despair.

"All the foundation-building cultivators in Liujia Mountain commit suicide and open the formation, and I will leave you this lineage!"

Chen Mobai said in a cold tone, but Yu Changjian didn't have the great character of using his life to protect the inheritance. He directly launched the power of the fourth-level mountain protection formation and planned to resist to the end.

At this time, there was no possibility of peace between Shenmu Sect and Liujia Mountain.

Chen Mobai sneered and blocked the gate of Liujia Mountain alone in the air.

Although he knew that with the foundation of Liujia Mountain, there must be a teleportation array, even if he guarded here, he could not prevent the people inside from escaping.

But it was obvious that Yu Changjian had no intention of giving up this fourth-level spiritual vein before he ran out of options.

Chen Mobai sent a message to Yan Yuanhao, the garrison commander of Hong Country, and soon after, the Shenmu Sect cultivators from the three countries of the East Wasteland Plateau arrived under the leadership of Zhou Wangshen.

The number of people was not large, only 500, not as good as Liujia Mountain.

But half a month later, E Yun came with a thousand cultivators mobilized by the major families of the three countries of the East Wasteland. Among them, the most active were the five major families of Hong Country, almost all of them came out.

The five foundation-building ancestors even denounced Liujia Mountain in front of Chen Mobai, saying that Xu Shengbing and Yu Changjian had relied on their Jindan ancestors to oppress their local families in the early years and did not regard them as human beings. It was obvious that the righteous army of Shenmu Sect had finally arrived...

After Chen Mobai met the five people, he arranged them on the front line of attacking Liujia Mountain.

But the power of the fourth-level formation was indeed strong. Their coalition forces had been attacking for three months and could not make any progress.

In this regard, Chen Mobai was not in a hurry at all.

Because the Shenmu Sect’s main army led by Fu Zongjue arrived!

The fourth-level formation without the Jindan cultivators finally began to dim under the continuous bombardment of the Jiamu Dao soldiers.

But even so, they had a siege of 3,000 cultivators until the end of the year before they barely broke the fourth-level formation.

The moment the formation was broken, the cultivators of the five major families of Hongguo were sent in first.

Not long after, the entire formation was shattered!