Chapter 744： vase

The sword edge slashed across, and the four-armed double-headed stepping body incarnated by Jue Yue threw the evil head on the left side of King Ming's body, shoulders and half of his body, and suddenly slanted off.

It's just that there was no fresh blood gushing from the wound, only the flesh and blood on the surface were glittering, with a little gold thread, and the bones in it were as transparent as amber.

Seeing this, the expressions of several old monks beside the Tongtian Spiritual Pillar suddenly changed. The Sophora flavescens took out a copper-yellow body, but his face was full of entanglements. He was considering whether to take it or not. shot.

After all, if Jue Yue loses, then his hope of ascending to the spirit world will be broken.

"Fellow Kushen Daoist, don't be impulsive. The master doesn't like people disobeying His will. If you don't want to end up with a dead soul. Even if you commit suicide and reincarnate, the master can arrest your true spirit in the underworld. "Qianmu, who was beside the demon corpse, noticed the change in the White Horse Temple, and said immediately through voice transmission.

Although Qianmu said it to Sophora flavescens, it also fell into the ears of other cultivators who transformed spirits, and everyone's expressions were either dignified or contemplative.

But one thing is obvious, no one refuted it.

This scene fell into the eyes of Mozun who was still hovering outside the interface Taixu, and he seemed very satisfied with it.

But the place that many cultivators of transforming spirits have not noticed is located in the crack of space, and a handsome man in red robe sighed.

"Ming Xin, look at these juniors today are very smart." Mozun's divine thoughts came across the sky and rang in the ears of the red-robed monk.

"It's a pity that they are too smart and don't understand what the spirit world means to them? But yes, even if we waited to prevent His return, the price we paid was too heavy. We destroyed all traces and set The Covenant of the Three Realms leads to the lack of inheritance in this realm. Don’t overstep the boundary too much, or we will fight together, and you cannot afford the price.” Ming Xin said coldly, with deep fear in his words.

"In the past ten thousand years, the little guy named Hongyue was the only one who could catch my eyes. After the divine sense in my avatar was awakened, I once ordered Qianmu to come over and ask for safety. It's a pity that he has a bit of a strong temper, and he would rather be broken than jade. Wa Quan, otherwise with his talent and determination, with a little training, he might be able to stand in front of you and me in the future." Mozun did not respond, but said rather regretfully.

"Looking at the Three Realms, there are not many monks who can enter Xuanji's vision. When I was in Nanfa Palace, I also watched this person from afar, and I can only say that he was born at an untimely time." Ming Xin said.

Hongyue practiced the method of enlightening the emptiness and transforming the gods passed down by Xuanji, and had reached an extremely deep state, and there was no possibility of turning back, so Mingxin did not choose to help at that time, otherwise Hongyue would not be able to escape after ascending to the spirit world Out of Xuanji's palm.

Of course, this is also because Ming Xin's original deity has not yet arrived, and with the power of this incarnation, some things are beyond his power, so he sighed and said that he was born at an untimely time.

If his real deity comes in person, he will definitely help him to wash away the troubles caused by the secret technique. After all, a junior from the same world who has the potential to be promoted to Mahayana is rare, and usually there are only one or two in tens of thousands of years.

At their level, they are already beyond the horizons of ordinary monks, and it is one of the few joyful things in the long life to support some juniors who are like-minded.

"I can hear the word Xuanji from your mouth instead of calling me three eyes. It seems that you should have asked for something, otherwise you would definitely not be so polite. Tell me, what can I do for you? If so Don't worry about this matter, Taijiu and Bi Qing have already told me, and I can help you when you wait for Feng to be reborn from Nirvana again." Xuanji laughed loudly.

Mozun is a Mahayana monk of the Sanmu family, and his dao name is Xuanji. It's just that some monks of the same level only use three eyes to match. This "Mystery and Soul" is also named after the word Xuanji, which transforms and divides the soul, and the mystery is unified, stealing the power of a world for oneself. Without those divided souls as the medium, Xuanji would not have gathered such a huge inspiration in the small world so easily.

"It's not about this, but I just want you to help me. This time, I took Xiao Chengwu from Hongyuelou to the spirit world. This person's practice of exchanging yuan and soul is derived from the "Blood Demon Sutra" passed down by me. ". When my real body returns from the outer space, I will visit the Holy Land of Nobility with my wife." Ming Xin said.

"My wife? I remember Yan and fellow Taoist, but I have never married you. If she heard about it, she would definitely call." Xuanji said.

"With her temper, if she doesn't marry me, who would have a crush on her?" Ming Xin said with a smile.

When the matter was a foregone conclusion, he didn't stop Xuanji from doing what she was doing now, but just made some moves in it. After all, Xuanji had to pay some price if she wanted to devour the small world's inspiration.

Of course, this kind of thing cannot be explained clearly. Otherwise, once Xuanji finds out that there is anything wrong, she may really use the demon body as a medium to descend into the small world. With his current body, he is probably not an opponent.

Although the realm of monks is divided into nine levels from Qi refining to Mahayana, in their eyes, they can actually be described by the three "skills, methods and ways".

What the low-level monks practice is nothing more than 'skill'. After reaching the middle level, they can seek the Dharma, and when they reach their level, it is the 'Tao'.

The so-called road, if the road is obstructed and long, it will come soon; if you walk without stopping, the future can be expected.

This is also why Xiao Chengwu can be suppressed extremely easily with a clear mind, and he can be seriously injured with a single thought, because of the difference in realm.

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While the two were talking across boundaries, the small half of Yu Xing's body that had been severed by Yu Xing suddenly turned into a tall man with angry eyes in the hazy blue light. Throw it and fall into the hands of the big man. He turned his hand and took out a treasure bottle.

This vase has an extravagant mouth with a short neck and plump shoulders, and a slender body with red lotus, white root and green lotus leaves on it, which is lifelike.

Jueyue suddenly shook the Vatican bell again, the radiance of the bell lingered, and suddenly turned into thousands of golden lights, just like a round of sun rising in the sky, only heard the crisp bell, ringing one after another, so that far away Zhang Shiping and his party who are thousands of miles away can also feel the power of it, not to mention the other monks who are fighting nearby, everyone will not change their colors!

Because of this, the sword array formed by the remaining seventy-two flying swords suddenly paused.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jue Yue and the big man suddenly turned into two startling rainbows, one gold and one black, and went straight to Yu Xing in the distance.

Then the figures of the two flashed and appeared in front of Yu Xing, and the subduing magic pestle turned into a beam of startled light, heading towards Yu Xing's face door, and at the same time, a hazy blue light burst out from the mouth of the vase, His stature stabilized.

In an instant, the black awn transformed by the subduing magic pestle shot Yu Xing through, and his remnant body fell from midair weakly.

It's just that there is no joy on Jue Yue's face.