Chapter 767: The Layout of the Ancient Times

The fragments of the twelve ancestral witches' true spirits were only partially awakened, just a small part that traveled across time and space.

Even the fragments of each of the Ancestral Witch True Spirits are much larger than the fragments of the Gonggong True Spirit that originally invaded Cui Yu's True Spirit.

The most important thing is that there are still twelve servings!

Cui Yu felt that his spiritual world was about to burst, and his thoughts stopped moving.

Those twelve true spirit fragments came across time and space and were about to swallow up Cui Yu's thoughts and seize control of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation.

Facing the true spirit fragments of the twelve ancestral witches, Cui Yu had no power to resist. It seemed that he would turn into powder at any time. He had no power to resist and could not even think of resisting.

The quasi-sage Dzogchen Twelve Ancestral Witch True Spirits are really too powerful!

Even if it's just a broken fragment, it's still unbelievably tyrannical.

Fortunately, Cui Yu gave birth to the real Pangu bloodline. With the circulation of Pangu's bloodline, Cui Yu's soul particles returned to Pangu's chalcedony along with Pangu's bloodline.

The embryo in Pangu Chalcedony beats, nourishing Cui Yu's spirit and restoring the sense of oppression caused by the fragments of the twelve ancestral witches.

At the critical moment, the twelve flags of the Dutian Divine Evil Formation in Cui Yu's body trembled slightly, and a terrifying aura circulated on the Dutian Divine Evil Formation, and the twelve demonic gods flickered. The true spirit fragments of the twelve ancestral witches took action and were swallowed up by the resentment of the twelve ancestral witches.

The true spirit of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was devoured, and the resentment of the Twelve Ancestral Witches underwent an inexplicable change, and the Dutian Shensha Formation also underwent an inexplicable change.

The Pangu bloodline in the flagpole of the Dutian Divine Evil Formation was nourished by the true spirit fragments, and quickly derived a new Pangu bloodline. Then the Pangu bloodline in the flagpole of the Twelve Dutian Divine Evil Formation flowed into Cui Yu's body, feeding back the blood in Cui Yu's body. The Pangu bloodline quickly derived from the Pangu bloodline in Cui Yu's body. The Pangu chalcedony was fed back by the blood and gradually grew stronger at this time.

After a full hour, all abnormalities disappeared, and Cui Yu reappeared on Qilin Cliff in high spirits.

"Dalin Temple has repeatedly opposed me, and it should be destroyed!" Cui Yu's eyes showed a cold murderous intent. The most important thing now is that Dalin Temple and the royal family of Dazhou are mixed together. With the foundation of Dazhou, plus the A Dalin Temple makes the future of Great Zhou extremely variable.

Moreover, the old Confucian scholar is still trapped in Dalin Temple. Cui Yu wants to go to Dalin Temple in person to pick up the old Confucian scholar.

Inside Dalin Temple

In a large hall, countless jade tablets are neatly placed on the table. A young novice is sitting on the ground, reciting scriptures and guarding the jade tablets.

Suddenly, a series of clicking sounds, seventeen crisp sounds in succession, filled the palace.

The mind of the little novice monk who was chanting sutras suddenly flashed in his mind. He quickly followed the sound and looked around. The next moment, he was stunned and his eyes were full of horror. He stretched out his hand and covered his mouth: "Impossible! Impossible!"

He couldn't believe his eyes, so he wiped his eyes vigorously with his sleeves and looked at the seventeen broken jade tablets. The next moment, a sound of wolves crying and ghosts howling sounded in Dalin Temple:

"It's not good! It's not good! The birth tablets of the eighteen sages are broken! The birth tablets of the eighteen sages are broken!"

further away

The abbot of Dalin Temple and eight monks of different ages sat in a circle around the old Confucian scholar, chanting scriptures constantly.

The eight monks were old and weak, old and young. The old ones seemed to be able to step into the coffin with one foot at any time, and they were losing their teeth.

The younger one looked to be only five or six years old, but his expression was dignified and serious. An inexplicable aura of grandeur and majesty filled his heart, and everything in the world seemed to be infected by his aura of compassion.

These eight people are the eight ancestors of Dalin Temple.

The old Confucian scholar also had a peaceful expression at this time. He closed his eyes and seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception of the Buddhist scriptures, unable to extricate himself.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I heard a sound of wolves crying and ghosts howling in the distance. The chanting stopped abruptly. The atmosphere in the venue couldn't help but be destroyed, and the peace quickly dissipated.

The old Confucian scholar, who was immersed in the scriptures and had a peaceful face, slowly opened his eyes at this time. The peaceful Buddhist mood around him quickly dissipated, and an awe-inspiring aura emerged from the body again, repelling the power of Buddhism in the body. 's clean.

The old Confucian scholar glanced at the eight monks and the abbot of Dalin Temple, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes: "Don't try to save me. When you have reached my level of cultivation, your Taoist heart has already been as hard as stone. No one can save me." Can transform me."

"Fellow Taoist, your Confucian Taoist heart has been broken, evil thoughts are everywhere in your body, and distracting thoughts are clustered in your body. At this time, practicing my Buddhist techniques will not only calm the evil thoughts in your body, but also take your cultivation to a further level. , transcend this world, why do you stick to the Haoran lineage and never give up?" The abbot of Dalin Temple sighed quietly, his voice full of emotion:

"Now the Literary Sage has integrated the world's Confucianism, taking a crucial step and becoming the supreme Confucian Literary Sage. Even if you have calmed your inner demons, how can you compete with the Lisheng? Your battle for orthodoxy has been lost. ! A new literary sage is born, and the peak of Confucianism has appeared. If the li sage does not die, you will never get ahead."

"If you practice my Buddhist Dharma, my Buddhist sect will have another Buddha in the future. When the time comes, you will represent our Dalin Temple as a Buddha and have a showdown with the world's literati, suppressing the sage. Doesn't it show your ability even more?" Monk Baodeng, the abbot of Dalin Temple, advised hard: "You have to prove yourself to the world. The Haoran lineage is just a burden and shackles to you. What you gain from the Haoran lineage is just the starting point. Only by stepping into our Dalin Temple can we surpass the Golden Imperial Order, step into the unknown realm of legends, and recreate the majesty of the ancient gods and demons."

The old Confucian scholar smiled when he heard this and did not answer. His Taoist heart was as solid as iron and he did not waver in the slightest.

Seeing that the old Confucian scholar was still like a stubborn stone and refused to change his family, the old monk pinched the rosary beads in his hand and decided to make a bigger move.

I saw the old monk's lips moving, and his voice entered the old Confucian scholar's ears: "Cui Yu is dead."

The next moment the old Confucian scholar suddenly changed his expression: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Died in Haojing City, in the hands of Ji Wuxin, the crown prince of the Zhou royal family." The old monk looked at the old Confucian scholar with his eyes.

"How could it be possible! Wasn't Cui Yu imprisoned by your Dalin Temple?" the old Confucian scholar said in disbelief.

The old monk told the story of Cui Yu's departure from Dalin Temple. Hearing this, the old Confucian scholar's body trembled and a little bit of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Based on your current cultivation level, you are not qualified to seek revenge from the Zhou royal family, but if you practice the supreme secret method of my Dalin Temple, you may have a slight chance." The abbot of Dalin Temple took out a scroll from his sleeve. The sutra was placed in front of the old Confucian scholar: "Practice or not, it's all up to you, no matter how hard you try, it won't be sweet. If you don't have a relationship with me, Dalin Temple, I can't do anything."

As he was talking, the sound of wolves crying and ghosts howling in the distance was getting closer and closer. The oldest ancestor, one of the eight ancestors of Dalin Temple, frowned: "Who is making noise outside?"

The old monk got up and went to the outside world to check, but saw the young monk coming forward in panic to report. The next moment, the old monk suddenly changed his color and grabbed the young novice who was shouting everywhere: "What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"

The young novice monk looked at the pale abbot of Dalin Temple and said quickly: "Report to the abbot, the jade tablets of the eighteen venerables are broken."

The old monk's pupils shrank, his eyes wide open: "Are you sure?"

"Of course I am sure, disciple!" the young novice monk replied quickly.

The old monk couldn't believe it when he heard this. The Eighteen Venerables had already mastered the supreme secret method of Dalin Temple, the 'Eighteen Arhat Formation'. After success, even beings who have surpassed the Jinzhi realm can compete with them. Who in the world can kill the Eighteen Arhats? His Holiness?

The Eighteenth Master is the existence of Dalin Temple that suppresses Qi, and it is related to the foundation of Dalin Temple. How could something go wrong?

The reason why Dalin Temple dared to wade into the muddy waters and interfere with the affairs of the Great Zhou Dynasty was because the eighteen venerables gathered together to advance, attack, retreat and defend, making them invincible in the world.

Even Dalin Temple dares to separate from Daleiyin Temple in the far west because the existence of the Eighteen Arhats can compete with the strong men who have surpassed the realm of the Golden Emperor. But now you say that the jade tablet of the Eighteen Arhats' destiny is broken?

Isn't this a joke?

What a big joke!

The old abbot turned into a golden light and appeared directly in the main hall where the natal jade tablets were kept. Then he saw the seventeen broken natal jade tablets in the main hall at the first sight. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes filled with disbelief. .

More and more monks from Dalin Temple gathered over, looking at the eighteen broken jade tablets with horror in their eyes.

"The eighteen venerables suffered a calamity. Could it be that someone used a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain and defeated them separately?" The head of the Bodhidharma Academy spoke up, staring at the torn jade tokens with a cautious look on his face, his eyes full of disbelief.

"It shouldn't be. The Eighteen Venerables have always been inseparable when advancing and retreating together. How could someone find a chance to defeat them one by one?" The leader of the Discipline Academy was a little in disbelief.

"If we can't defeat them one by one, how can we defeat them all together? Who can defeat the eighteen venerables who join forces except Cangtian himself?" The leader of the Bodhidharma Academy was dissatisfied.

At this time, everyone was arguing continuously in the main hall, which made the headmaster of Dalin Temple, Monk Baodeng, upset. He shouted: "Stop arguing, everyone returns to their posts. I will naturally handle this matter."

Monk Baodeng scolded him, and then walked out of the hall. Looking at the monks who were building the damaged Dalin Temple building in the distance, he couldn't help but feel upset for a while.

"It's difficult!" Monk Baodeng had a look of embarrassment in his eyes.

The jade medal of destiny was shattered and the eighteen saints died. This was a huge blow to Dalin Temple.

"The most important thing now is to supplement the strength of our Dalin Temple, and the old Confucian scholar is a suitable candidate." Monk Baodeng said to himself: "If I can use the old Confucian scholar to welcome back a fellow disciple, then I will be able to The crisis in Lin Temple can be resolved." Monk Baodeng said to himself.

Outside Dalin Temple

Cui Yu, dressed in white, walked out of a big tree and looked at the facade of Dalin Temple in the distance, looking thoughtful.

"It's not difficult to destroy Dalin Temple. What's difficult is not being run away by the opponent and not letting any fish slip through the net." Cui Yu put his hands in his sleeves.

"The true foundation of Dalin Temple is in the mysterious and unpredictable Holy Land of Lingshan. It is blessed by the saint's means and has incredible power gathered in it. Although my Dutian Shensha Formation is somewhat magical, it is too much to say that it can resist the power left by the saint. That's a bit too much." Cui Yu looked at the mortal temple of Dalin Temple with his eyes, and countless thoughts flashed in his heart.

He knew how much he weighed, and the Dutian Shensha Great Formation had just been sacrificed. He was not sure how much power he had, but he would definitely be unable to compete with the methods left behind by the saint.

Among the fragments of the Holy Land of Lingshan, there are back-ups left by the Saint.

Especially the Jie Yin Bao Zhuang gave Cui Yu an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Dalin Temple has given me a lot of trouble. I'm going to give Dalin Temple some trouble. Isn't that too much?" Cui Yu thought for a while and then had an idea in his mind: "If I swallow the secret realm of Lingshan, my little world will not know Will it break through to the Small Thousand World? Moreover, the monks in Dalin Temple are not simple in cultivation, so they might as well feed the Three Corpse Insects."

With thousands of thoughts in his mind, Cui Yu suddenly clapped his hands:

"That's it."

"It's not easy to sneak into Dalin Temple. I can first lay the eggs of the Three Corpse Insects in the ordinary Dalin Temple, and then use the ordinary Dalin Temple to bring the Three Corpse Insects into the Holy Land of Lingshan."

Cui Yu thought about it and soon came up with a plan.

To be honest, he is not afraid of the strong men in Dalin Temple, but he is afraid of the methods of the saints in the Holy Land of Lingshan in Dalin Temple, and the extremely difficult six-character mantra sticker.

The next moment, several innate mosquitoes flew out and flew in the direction of Dalin Temple.

Cui Yu wants to repeat his old trick and use innate mosquitoes to plant embryonic eggs. By then, all the monks in Dalin Temple will be infected by the Three Corpse Insects, so why do he need to take action himself?

At that time, you can directly kill the opponent silently.

As for directly dispatching congenital mosquito bites?

This is the most despicable method!

However, there is no shortage of great practitioners in Dalin Temple, let alone various magical means. It will be very troublesome if any trouble is caused.

It's just that a few clones of the innate mosquitoes didn't fly for long. They had just approached the Dalin Temple. The innate mosquitoes suddenly suspended in the air, lingering in the void and didn't even want to move forward.

It's an instinctive aversion.

Through the perception of the innate mosquito clone, Cui Yu could feel a unique smell emanating from Dalin Temple. That smell made the innate mosquito extremely uncomfortable, and it was very annoying and did not want to get close.

Even after Cui Yu forcibly controlled the innate mosquito to fly a hundred meters, the innate mosquito started to vomit, and a huge feeling of discomfort came.

The next moment, Cui Yu took back the innate mosquitoes without hesitation. He looked in the direction of Dalin Temple and said to himself: "What a Dalin Temple! There must be treasures that can repel mosquitoes and keep mosquitoes away."

Dalin Temple is indeed not simple, the layout is watertight, and it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to penetrate.