Chapter 446: Pulling the Earth to Form a Mountain, Dragon Veins Surround

Although there were only a few hundred cultivators below the level of human immortals, the sadness, determination, grief, and the momentum of fighting to the death were so overwhelming that they filled the world and captured people's hearts.

"It really captured the essence of the army of mourning." Faced with this scene, Shi Xuan, their enemy, had to praise them, and remembered the phrase "the army of mourning will win" that he had learned in his previous life.

Moreover, Shi Xuan, who was practicing the Three Talents Sword Heart Method, saw several transparent scarlet blood-like thin lines behind the golden Buddha Light Formation. They were gathered from smaller strands, all pointing straight at him like guns, which was the murderous intention of people.

Therefore, no matter how much Shi Xuan admired their momentum, will, and faith, as an enemy, the greatest respect he could give was to do his best to crush and destroy it.

In the bright yellow sandalwood chariot, a scroll of ink landscape painting flew to the top of Shi Xuan's head, slowly unfolded, and evolved into a picture full of chaos and self-contained space, mysterious and vast.

A purple flying sword floated in front of Shi Xuan's chest, with bright and colorful light, flashing with dignity and sharpness. It swayed gently, as if eager to try, and as if impatient.

Shi Xuan pointed his hand, and the purple flying sword suddenly turned into a bright purple sword light and shot out. The chaotic picture above his head seemed to be connected with the purple sword light through thousands of mountains and rivers and through many obstacles.

In the capital's formation, Guo Yuquan, Xiao Jing and others saw a flash of purple light, and then it turned into a bright starlight in an instant. The starlight was condensed, with countless shining stars inside, and the middle one slightly emitted a hazy purple gas.

In this not-too-thick and not-too-long starlight, the bright stars may become white tigers, or spread the sky, or turn into blue dragons, or cut the Huagai... In a small space, the Zhoutian constellations are evolved, which is magnificent and grand. The changes contain eternal changes.

This sword light cuts down by itself, without covering anything at all. Its might and power make hundreds of angry, determined, sad, and resolute monks dizzy, pale, and weak in their legs. It is not a change in their state of mind, but a natural reaction of the body. However, they rely on their own will, the momentum of a whole piece, and the partial isolation of the formation, and still stand straight and unbending in the same place.

Among them, Guo Yuquan is a one-calamity earth immortal who can act on impulse, and the sense of danger and death is even more overflowing in his heart.

At any other time, he would have fled as far as he could have gone if he had such a feeling. But now Guo Yuquan smiled nonchalantly, and used the Star Explosion Technique, Beidou Fist, and his life treasure Meteorite Fist Gloves. Other secret treasures flew out like crazy.

At the same time, he manipulated the formation token, causing a hundred-foot-tall vajra phantom to rise in the center of the capital. The golden color was warm, and the top of the pistol was blunt and round. There were three Buddha statues inlaid below, one of them was smiling, one was sad and compassionate, and one was angry.

The phantom of the vajra was connected to the land of the capital below, and the golden Buddha light layer emitted by the formation above, which looked heavy and sacred, like a giant pillar supporting the sky.

With the vajra pestle suppressing the formation eye, the golden Buddha light layer became more condensed, and there were even fist-sized arhats and bodhisattvas chanting scriptures in the light layer, emitting Buddha light.

Although the martial arts monks were not very strong and did not need to manipulate the formation, they had no intention of watching the fight. They formed their own formations, and various fists such as dragons, pythons, monkeys, blue clouds, earth, and giant trees, flying swords, mountain-splitting knives, spears, pagodas, and divine hammers, and purple, blue, green, white, black, and other colors of secret treasures were all neatly shot into the air. Under the blessing of that momentum, it looked spectacular and powerful.

The sword light that evolved the Zhoutian stars in a square inch crossed a long distance and slashed on the golden Buddha light layer without turning back, slashed on the Big Dipper, slashed on hundreds of meteors, and slashed on the various colors of light bursting from countless spiritual weapons, fists, and secret techniques.

Time seemed to stand still, and the bright star sword light was pressed against the golden Buddha light layer. The breeze and light around it seemed to stagnate, and the whole world was quiet.

In an instant, Guo Yuquan, Xiao Jing and hundreds of other angry, determined and resolute monks could not help but have a joyful thought in their hearts: "Really blocked it?!"

But a moment later, waves of golden ripples appeared in the place where the brilliant sword light and the golden Buddha light, the Big Dipper and other stalemates were in a stalemate.

The ripples were small and slow at first, but they became faster and faster, and the fluctuations became stronger and stronger. The entire golden Buddha light layer began to shake violently, and the sound of creaking and creaking disintegration came from every part of the formation.

Swish, as if the glass was broken, cracks appeared in the golden Buddha light layer, and they became bigger and deeper.

"Can't give up, try harder!" Xiao Jing and others fought desperately, as if they wanted to exert every inch of strength in their bones and blood.

But a moment later, the sound of clattering and rumbling sounded, and the golden Buddha light layer turned into pieces of golden broken light, and the formations in various places in the capital made a series of explosions. The phantom of the Vajra God Pestle turned directly into dots of golden light with a snap.

The formation was broken. The Big Dipper, hundreds of meteors, countless colorful lights, and the condensed momentum, in front of the dazzling sword light that seemed to be transformed from the stars in the sky, were like a baby facing a strong man, an egg facing a hammer. Without even a little sound, they were cut apart, shattered, and disappeared.

Facing the sword light, Guo Yuquan was exhausted and had no way to avoid it, but he smiled and looked at the dazzling sword light with a firm gaze, ready to explode.

But the sword light was so fast that Guo Yuquan was hit before he could even think about it. He was split in two, and then turned into flesh and blood, and then dissipated in the starlight.

The starlight cut through all obstacles and slashed unstoppably on the ground of the capital.

Boom, a huge sound was heard, and a violent vibration broke out. The entire capital was like a fishing boat in a storm, and it might capsize in the next moment. At the same time, a thick cloud of dust rose up, like a huge white mushroom.

The Taoist monks following the bright yellow agarwood chariot witnessed the power of the real person in the chariot for the first time, and only then did they understand that it was natural for him to kill Xiao Chuhe with one sword. Shock, admiration, yearning, excitement, appreciation and other emotions seemed to surge into their hearts like a mixture of five feelings.

The bright yellow agarwood chariot was still moving forward slowly, and the white smoke seemed to be afraid of it. It disappeared in an instant, revealing the current situation of the capital.

A sword scar that was hundreds of miles long and bottomless divided the entire capital into two halves. The houses and palaces on both sides of the sword scar were all turned into dust. Only after several hundred feet of the sword scar were the wreckage appeared.

A small number of the hundreds of monks who were ready to die and had high spirits had been turned into dust under the sword light, while most of them were standing farther away because of Guo Yuquan's arrangement before his death. They were just blown away by the violent air waves stirred up by the sword light and fell into the ruins of the house.

However, they had just used up their last bit of strength and were now completely exhausted. In addition, they were injured to varying degrees under the impact of the air waves, so they could only lie there and watch the bright yellow sandalwood chariot enter the capital with grief, hatred, and sorrow.

Unfortunately, their eyes could not kill people. The bright yellow sandalwood chariot was unstoppable and ignored them as if they were nothing, and went leisurely towards the ruined palace.

Every time it moved forward, the grief, pain, sorrow, and murderous intent in the hearts of Xiao Jing and other martial arts monks became stronger, but at the same time, the feeling of powerlessness, despair, sadness, and confusion also became stronger.

They saw the bright yellow sandalwood chariot stopped in front of the palace, the curtain was lifted, and a young monk in a plain green Taoist robe, who was elegant and unrestrained, walked out of it and stepped into the air in one step.

"Is this the mysterious and powerful real person in the chariot?" As soon as they thought of it, they saw the real person stretched out his right hand and gently grabbed, and then the palace and the ground behind it began to shake violently.

In the shaking, a pile of earth rose rapidly.

The pile of earth rose higher and higher, and in just a few moments, it turned into a yellow earth peak that was a thousand feet high and a hundred miles in radius.

Then they saw that the real person's right hand changed from grabbing to grasping, and most of the soil on the yellow peak turned directly into black rock in an instant.

If the previous mound was made of mud and could not be called a mountain, then now it is a real, but bare, odd-shaped mountain with dangerous peaks and steep terrain.

Witnessing this immortal method of moving mountains and seas, the murderous intent and grief in the hearts of Xiao Jing and other martial arts practitioners seemed to be drawn out, and they could no longer support their momentum and will.

Afterwards, countless trees, grass, flowers, and even spiritual trees, spiritual grass, birds, beasts, fish and insects seemed to be attracted by something, and gathered from all directions within tens of thousands of miles and fell on the bare mountain.

In a blink of an eye, the yellow and black mixed mountains were lush and green.

The Qingyi Zhenren waved his hand, and drops of sweet rain fell from the sky.

When it fell on the trees, the trees quickly grew bigger, sprouted branches, and became greener; when it fell on the grass and spiritual herbs, they glowed with vigorous vitality and flourished; when it fell on the flowers, they bloomed one after another, with fresh fragrance and colorful colors...

Some fell on the ground and turned into streams, springs, and waterfalls, splashing water, reflecting light, and hazy beauty.

Just when everyone thought that the Qingyi Zhenren had finished, as he put his hands behind his back, the whole capital began to shake again, as if there was a real dragon turning over underground and swimming towards the mountain.

The real dragon finally connected with the mountain, and after a coil, the shape of the mountain also changed a little. The biggest difference from before was that the mountain was full of spiritual energy, and wisps of white mist were generated on the mountainside and the top of the mountain, as if the whole mountain had life, spiritual and steep.

In addition, the mountains are full of greenery; flowers of various colors are in full bloom; water vapor reflects the sunlight, emitting colorful clouds and auspicious aura; many birds and beasts are running and singing, this mountain is like a fairyland on earth, fascinating, especially the hazy white mist covering the mountainside, which makes the mountain look fairyland.

The Taoist monks who followed were all stunned and had no reaction.

And in the roar of huge thunder, a thin, painful and desperate mournful voice sounded faintly in the ruins of the capital, one after another.