Chapter 268 267 Bold Idea

When you are watching a crucial part of TV and someone suddenly blocks your view, it must be a very, very bad feeling.

This is how Song He feels now.

Although this big face is quite beautiful, and even if you take a close-up shot of this big face, you can still see the exquisite and perfect facial features - it is Master Wen, the drunkard who gave him a magical power at the beginning.

But it is still a bit uncomfortable to block the view.

The gourd baby hurriedly called Master, and then said: "We are Grandpa Song's gourd baby!"

"It's Xiaoyou Song's gourd."

Master Wen didn't seem to react to the strange name of Grandpa.

She habitually picked up the gourd and took a sip of wine, "I felt a strange fluctuation and came to check it out. I thought it was a spy from the demon clan."

"..."

Will the demon clan really go crazy enough to destroy this formation?

If the chaos surges along the Cangyue Sea, all the creatures in the world will be unlucky. They should still be able to distinguish which is more important, right?

Perhaps he felt the speechlessness of Song He on the other side of the magic weapon.

"The demons may not... but some crazy people will. Just as there is yin and there is yang, we are cultivating the serious way, so there are shortcuts."

Master Wen said another sentence, then stretched out his finger and pointed to the distance, and said helplessly: "Here, isn't it coming?"

The magic weapon of Calabash Brothers shone towards the sky.

"Wow."

It doesn't matter if you look at it, the scenery in the sky is really a bit scary, the sea of ​​blood is surging, the devil's energy is overwhelming, and the death energy is endless.

Three different colored seas of magic power hang high in the sky.

You can vaguely see that there are magic weapons and formations made of various inharmonious things inside - human bones, human skin.

Demon cultivators.

I have been in this world for so long, except for the first time I went to the Eternal Dark Abyss with a few seniors to collect debts, I don't seem to have seen demon cultivators.

Well... it's better not to mention some small demon cultivators who are as small as shrimps.

If he hadn't read the inheritance jade slips and confirmed that there were still demon cultivators in this world, he would have almost thought that the demon cultivators were dead... uh, extinct.

Are they here to join the battle?

In the sky,

After the demon cultivators arrived with the surging three-color ocean, they did not approach the formation being built here, but moved forward in the sea of ​​blood. Some cultivators in various clothes fell directly towards this side.

Coincidentally, a female cultivator wearing armor with spikes, but only protecting the key parts, who looked like a hedgehog, fell towards Master Wen.

Master Wen didn't react, or it was not just her who didn't react, but the cultivators of other sects didn't react either.

They still did their own things. At most, the cultivators of the same Nascent Soul came forward to say a few words, that's all.

It's quite rare for demon cultivators and the righteous to be so harmonious.

From Erwa's perspective,

the armored female cultivator walked towards this side.

Her steps looked quite heavy, which was in stark contrast to her cool, almost naked outfit.

Song He, who was watching from behind her through his magic weapon, stared at the pattern around the female cultivator's belly button that looked like a scorpion's tail, and muttered to himself, "Fallen Moon Mausoleum."

There are only three demon cultivators today who can compete with the righteous cultivators who almost occupy the entire world - Fallen Moon Mausoleum, Mangu Mountain and Wumie Shengzong.

They are not in the Five Realms and Three Seas, but are located in the Nine Worlds of the Sky, just one step away from the Chaos.

It sounds pretty good.

After all, in folk myths and legends, aren't the immortals in the Immortal Palace and the Divine Palace high above the sky?

But in fact, the environment near the Chaos of the Sky is absolutely extremely bad for cultivators. Even the grass and trees cannot sprout normally, and there are not even a few spiritual veins.

They have been living there all the time, and they actually come to participate in the following things?

The two female cultivators, who are also beautiful women, looked at each other.

"Someone invited you to come?" asked Master Wen.

"I'm just excited to see the prey. We are also human, why can't we come?" The armored female cultivator replied.

"Oh, let's go together."

After this simple exchange, the two turned into a light and disappeared directly in the sky.

Disappeared in the area where those gods were.

Didn't say anything to Calabash Brothers and Song He behind him.

Song He didn't care and continued to look into the distance.

At this time.

The formation formed by the pills in the distance has begun to operate, and each pill is like a shining star, rotating according to the predetermined orbit.

In the formation below, the talisman from Taiqing Miaoxuan Sect has flown towards the sky, forming a larger circle around those star-like pills.

From a distance, it looks like a star map is emerging in the sky.

The five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth are flickering on the stars.

A ripple spreads out abruptly - a gray ripple.

It was quite similar to the chaos not far away, but not quite the same.

"Five Elements Transformed into Chaos?" Song He adjusted his sitting position, cracked a melon seed, and continued to look at the situation in front of him.

A group of old monks wearing Taoist robes appeared in the ripples, sitting on a huge tortoise shell.

They chanted something.

Then they jumped around on the tortoise shell like a shaman, but the distance was too far, and it seemed that the prayers they chanted had some strange power.

Song He, who was not there in person, could not hear it clearly.

He could only feel that the prayer made the Mi Shen Tree in his body tremble a little - Erwa also felt that the wind around him had changed abnormally.

It was as if a great existence from a higher level, but extremely distant, looked here. Even if it was just a glimpse, it made them, as monks, feel extremely small.

This great sense of oppression...

"Heavenly Way?"

Song He was so shocked that he didn't even care about eating melon seeds.

He stared at the screen, watching the white-haired monks dancing extremely ancient dance steps on the tortoise shells, watching their bodies burning with colorless flames.

In the flames, the dance steps became more and more rapid.

In the end, it turned into ashes.

These ashes were sent to the sky by a physical music sound under the concerted performance of the monks of the Divine Music Xianle Sect.

Then...

The sky fell!

It was really visible to the naked eye.

"Boom!"

The blazing white light of the sky flowed out from the cracks in the sky, sweeping towards the pressing chaos and directly colliding with each other.

But it did not hurt the demon cultivators in the three-color ocean at all.

It was as if it went straight through their bodies.

It can be seen that this light of the sky is probably not a materialized power, or a more mysterious power.

The moment of contact——

A huge air wave and an indescribable pressure attacked the formation, and the terrifying pressure could be felt through the magic weapon.

"What's the matter? That's not a human..."

Song He, who stayed in the safe area, did not care about the sky-falling scene, but recalled the situation when those white-haired cultivators were burning.

Under the burning flames, it can be clearly seen that it was obviously not a flesh body, but a puppet body made of various spiritual materials!

Now he is no longer a novice in the world of immortal cultivation. After reading various classics, he can vaguely guess that the puppet and dance are used to communicate with the sky.

In ancient times, there was a saying that offering sacrifices to heaven would lead to favors.

Sacrificing creatures, humans and animals was even more common.

He really hadn't thought that... he could actually use puppets to replace humans, and then sacrifice them to heaven in exchange for some world power.

"So this is what Uncle Ji once said, the way of heaven and ordinary creatures have different views, they only look at the essence."

Song He was thoughtful.

Now he can temporarily control the so-called power of heaven in the Mi Shen Tree. If he uses this power of the same level to communicate with heaven, will it also work?

Thinking of this, he sat up suddenly and ran out.

A bold idea emerged in his mind.

Maybe... you can try it.

...

"What? You want to order grass?"

When the second brother heard Song He's request, although there was some confusion on his chubby face, his expression was more serious and solemn.

"What do you want that thing for? Junior brother, we all need reasons for doing things. Even if it's just a conjecture and feasible plan, you have to tell me what the plan is."

Obviously, he was communicating with Song He as the front-line commander at this moment, not as a brother who joked with each other casually on weekdays.

Song He's expression was also very serious: "I will use the ability of the Tianxin Divine Jade Ring to transform my power into a consciousness that can communicate with this world and give it a big gift!

Senior brother, since the sequence grass can reconcile the scars of the world, do you think the chaos here is a scar?

If there are enough sequence grass, can this reconciliation power help the Heavenly Dao directly heal the chaos?"

"..."The second senior brother was silent.

To be honest, Song He's approach is not whimsical, but completely feasible. As one of the highest achievements of Tianwen Hall, the sequence grass itself represents the fragments of the world order.

Although it is only a very weak power, the level of power has reached the level of law.

The only problem is...

Senior Brother Lu frowned and said, "Junior Brother, the Heavenly Dao of the Eternal Dark Abyss is in chaos. Even the Tianji Sect monks who borrowed luck from the sky dare not communicate with the Heavenly Dao themselves, but only dare to use puppets as human bodies to sacrifice to the Heavenly Dao.

This place is too big... The power of the Preface Grass may not be enough."

Hmm, is it not possible?

Just when Song He was about to say something, the second senior brother's eyes lit up and said, "There is a way, but this method requires the cooperation of other sects."

He paced on the grass, stretched out his hand and released a few sound transmission talismans, and said in an extremely excited tone: "This is a good idea. As long as our nine major sects are willing to pay something, we can do it!" (End of this chapter)