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Text Chapter 273 The stone is born from the void, the sword penetrates the clouds

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    The four deacon disciples of the Enshrinement Pavilion who were protecting the Dharma for Cheng Lun looked at each other, raised their lights, and flew towards the northwest sky.  Cheng Lun tremblingly took out a jade talisman, shook his hand and shot it towards the east.  The Asura Demon-Suppressing Corpse Soldier in front of him opened six arms and hugged Cheng Lun's body.  With a "Peng" sound, a vermilion red lotus Buddha flame appeared, drawing a seven-foot circle around Cheng Lun.  Du Banshan looked at Cheng Lun, whose face was as golden as paper, sighed, and pretended to flee.  But Sima Yan tightly grabbed her senior brother's sleeves and refused to let him leave.  Yu He smiled and said: "Xiao Du, the troubled water over there is too deep, and you won't get much benefit from it. Your true energy is weak at this time, so why not adjust your breath and luck here to avoid damaging the Tao foundation?"  " Du Banshan saw Yu He blinking at him, so he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then removed his magic weapon, lifted his robe and sat cross-legged, sitting on the ground.  Sima Yan smiled gratefully at Yu He and sat next to Du Banshan to protect his senior brother.  The two young deacon disciples of Liangzhou Prefecture's Consecration Pavilion looked at each other and sat down next to Du Banshan.  In the battle just now, it was apparently all thanks to Du Banshan's use of Kunlun Immortal Sect's Jade Void Nine Heavens True Thunder to break the Hu Yi people's terrifying green fire and white bone magic.  So at this time, these two fledgling deacon disciples of the Enshrinement Pavilion all looked at Du Banshan with admiration, so they willingly protected Du Banshan's Dharma.  Yu He watched the four of them sit down, close their eyes and regulate their breathing, and then turned to look at the fight sixty miles to the northwest with his spiritual thoughts.  The situation in the field at this time is already a bit bad.  The deacon of the Enshrinement Pavilion, who had become an accomplished Zhongnan Immortal Sect, finally suppressed the armored Hu Yi warrior on the spot with the spell of the Eighteen Forbidden Golden Light of Taiyi after a lot of effort.  Just look at the red-gold Taiyi forbidden talisman all over the body of the Hu Yi warrior. The pair of light wings behind his back have long since dispersed. The armor is full of cracks, and only a half-foot-long section of the six-foot giant sword in his hand is left.  hilt.  His body curled up into a ball, like a butterfly moth that had lost its wings and was tied in a spider web. Only a ball of golden light was still floating on his forehead, as if he was clinging to the last bit of sanity.  Two worshiping monks, a man and a woman, and the Seven Killings of Feitian Yaksha Dharma Corps commanded by Cheng Lun, are working together to besiege the two Huyi strangers on the big white bird.  Or based on the situation at this time, it is not accurate to say that three people besieged the Chihu strangers. Instead, it should be said that the two Chihu strangers stood safely on the back of the big white bird, beating the two monks and the corpse until they were exhausted.  I saw a gray-black cloud with a radius of more than thirty feet, shrouding the big white bird and the two red-hued strangers in the center.  The white-haired short old man smiled, squinted at the three figures flying back and forth in the sky, and calmly beat the leather drum on his waist.  The handsome man was very comfortable. He opened his bow and pulled the string gracefully, and each arrow took a few leisurely glances before it was released from the string.  Even the big white bird would occasionally spit out a bolt of lightning, as if it were driving away flying insects, and it would sweep away at the monks and corpses flying around.  No matter what magical powers the two worshiping pavilion monks and Feitian Yaksha used to protect their bodies, they could not get close to the big white bird.  Ever since this gray-black cloud appeared, if anyone fell within ten feet of the gray cloud, the layers of rocks that would grow on their own would swallow up all magical powers and spells.  The Taiyi Golden Light Eighteen Forbidden Talisman of Zhongnan Immortal Sect crashed into the gray cloud seven to eight feet deep, and the golden light forbidden talisman turned into a stubborn stone and fell to the ground.  The cold-faced female cultivator no longer dared to stab Hui Yun with her sword. The aura of her chi-kissed evil-breaking sword was dim. After being eroded by rocks several times, the aura on the sword was greatly damaged.  Cheng Lun relied on the mystery of Feitian Yaksha Dharma Corps and tried his best to kill him several times, but he returned without success.  The last time he rushed in front of the big white bird, he was twenty feet away. Qisha was wrapped in the gray rock as thick as ten feet and fell straight from the sky.  Even if the two monks hit the rocks with a series of attacks, they could not get Feitian Yaksha out of the trap.  In the end, the giant rock crashed onto the sandy ground, sinking several feet deep into the ground. The force of the huge counter-shock finally caused the rock to break apart.  The Dharma Corpse Seven Killers crawled out of the sand pit in a state of embarrassment. Its strong body, which was made from the remains of ancient exotic beasts, was actually trembling.  It was this moment that made Cheng Lun on the city wall spurt blood.  He is mentally connected with the corpse of the magician, Feitian Yaksha is injured, and the corpse controller himself is also hit hard.  The four deacons from the enshrinement pavilion on the city wall rushed to help. The white-haired old man over there felt something immediately. He just heard him yelling a nonsense. The handsome man nodded immediately, and the giant white bird under his feet also flapped its wings and sang.  Just look at the nine-color strange light emerging from the body of the handsome man. He flipped his right hand and dozens of swords were placed on the bowstring. The arrow clusters were filled with flames. As soon as his fingers were loosened, these dozens of arrows penetrated the gray cloud and turned into a cloud.  The arrows rained down on the heads of the two monks. ???????????? Before the two cultivators of the Enshrinement Pavilion could resist, the handsome man¡¯s hands kept moving, and the sound of the bowstring continued one after another.  In just one breath, he aloneOne person shot out three arrows with one bow. A total of nearly two hundred arrows penetrated the void. The back arrows chased the front arrows and suddenly fell towards the Zhongnan monk and the cold-faced female cultivator.  That handsome man¡¯s bow skills are really incredible.  The trajectories of these arrows are curved and straight, making it impossible to predict. Although it seems to be shooting randomly for three rounds, each arrow hits the pinnacle in seconds, as if there is a rain of arrows in the sky.  A trapped formation makes it impossible for people to dodge. No matter which direction they move out, they will be shot by dozens of arrows.  It's just a matter of flying arrows. The monks and cold-faced female cultivators of Zhongnan Immortal Sect have all experienced the violent thunder and fire that exploded on the arrow clusters. If these nearly two hundred arrows exploded at the same time, they would definitely be  Teach them to turn their flesh and bones into ashes in an instant.  Seeing the impending disaster, the two of them had no time to think. They gritted their teeth, clasped their hands together, and with a flash of golden light on their bodies, they had already used several life-saving golden talismans.  The monk from the Zhongnan Immortal Sect suddenly stepped in front of the cold-faced female cultivator. He opened his mouth and spit out a ray of precious light, which turned into a small bronze cauldron hanging above his head. A green-yellow light banner hung down and covered it.  The figures of the two people.  "Senior Brother Ma!" The cold-faced female cultivator blurted out an exclamation, which was drowned by the thunder that shook the earth.  The raging red fire instantly swallowed up the void.  The two Chihu strangers on the opposite side did not wait to see the outcome of the battle. The short old man held the stone staff in his palm, and the giant white bird flapped its two pairs of wings, riding the scorching wind, and turned around and rushed towards the sky suppressed by the Taiyi Forbidden Talisman.  armored warrior.  But the giant bird had only flown a few dozen feet when a black shadow suddenly appeared from the ground.  The seven flying yakshas roared in, grabbed the armored warrior in front of the giant white bird, and flew back into the blazing cloud of flames.  The short old man with white hair was so angry that he stamped his feet repeatedly and screamed strangely.  The giant bird was so huge that it couldn't change its direction for a while, but the short white-haired old man raised his hand and threw out a stream of gray smoke. The handsome man fired six arrows in a row, heading straight for Feitian Yaksha's back.  Cheng Lun also took the risk. He didn't care about the gray smoke and sharp arrows behind him, and just controlled the flying Yaksha to fly forward.  After crashing into the sky full of flames, he vaguely saw that the two worshiping pavilion monks were already crumbling, so he quickly turned around and flew toward Luoyankou in the southeast.  This flying yaksha is known for its agility. Even though he was seriously injured at this time, his escape speed is still astonishingly fast. He can still fly through the air faster than an ordinary magic sword while carrying the heavy body of an armored warrior.  The streak of gray smoke and the six arrows dangled behind Qisha, Zhang Xu Zhiyao followed closely, but for a while, they really couldn't hit Qisha's figure.  The two pairs of wings of the giant white bird stirred up the strong wind, pushed away the dense fire cloud, and chased after it with majestic momentum.  The one in front was running away quickly, while the one behind was chasing after them quickly. Not long after, they encountered four deacon disciples from the Enshrinement Pavilion flying towards them.  As soon as the handsome man saw the four deacons of the Enshrinement Pavilion, they turned away, raised his hand, and shot out a hail of arrows.  The four monks met their opponent for the first time. They didn't know the depth of this foreigner, and they were caught off guard by the rain of explosive arrows.  When the four people rushed out of the flames in disgrace, they suddenly felt a huge figure passing by them.  Looking at Feitian Yaksha Qisha, he had turned into a gray-white stone sculpture, and the man in armor was held in the claws of the giant white bird.  The short old man had a sneer on his face. He raised his stone staff and struck the back of the giant white bird. The mysterious bird spun out of thin air, bringing a gray cloud with it, and hit the four deacons of the enshrinement pavilion.  The four deacons had no idea how powerful this gray cloud was. They stood in the wind, each one making secret moves, trying to use their magical powers to knock down this giant white bird carrying the Hu Yi stranger in the air.  Just when the lime cloud was about to cover the four deacons of the Enshrinement Pavilion, suddenly a small talisman flashed against the edge of the gray cloud, and then a clear sword sound sounded in the void, and a group of unknown talismans came from nowhere.  The clouds floating from everywhere formed a long and narrow sword shape, passed through the tiny talisman, and stabbed straight into the heart of the white-haired short old man.  Originally, the white-haired short old man didn't take it seriously at all, but not only was the cloud sword as fast as lightning, but when it struck him five feet away, it had not yet turned into rock, as if it were a dense gray cloud.  The unknown sword energy has no effect at all.  At this moment, the two Chihu strangers on the bird's back were all shocked.  The short old man raised his stone staff and danced wildly, stirring up a large cloud of gray-black smoke.  The handsome man hurriedly opened the bow and pulled the string, and shot three consecutive arrows, trying to intercept the sword energy halfway.  But this cloud-qi sword was extremely powerful. The three arrows were instantly shattered into pieces by the sharp sword energy, and the Hu Yi fire technique on the arrowheads was annihilated before it could take effect.  The cloud turned sword penetrated into the thick fog stirred up by the white-haired short old man, and finally began to form stone skin. However, the castration of the sword was only slightly delayed, but it was like a sharp stalagmite as thick as a little finger, still moving towards the white-haired short old man.  The old man's heart hurt.  "Crack" soundWith a crisp sound, three feet in front of the white-haired short old man, a pale yellow light barrier was pierced by a stalagmite. A strange-shaped ring on the ring finger of the short old man's left hand exploded into several pieces.  Seeing that the stalagmite was less than two feet away from his chest, at this critical moment, the short white-haired old man twisted his body and threw himself to the side. He narrowly avoided the heart and lungs in the center of his chest, but was struck by it.  This sharp, cone-like stalagmite passed through the left shoulder blade and drilled out a translucent hole of flesh and blood. Blood suddenly surged from his chest and back like splashing water.  At this time, the four deacons of the Enshrinement Pavilion have noticed the strangeness of the gray cloud in front of them. They all fled away from the wind, and their hurried movements shattered the stone skin covering their bodies.  But the old man was covered in blood and lay on the back of the bird, howling miserably.  The handsome man beside him no longer cared about chasing down the deacons of the Sacrifice Pavilion. He dropped the vine bow in his hand, murmured a mantra attentively, spread his palms, and leaned over to hold down the back of the giant white bird.  I saw the two pairs of wings of this giant white bird emitting a faint green light. The wings opened and fluttered, setting off a roaring wind and flying towards the high sky in the northwest.  With the blessing of the handsome man's secret technique, the giant bird flew more than twice as fast as before. In just a few breaths, the big white bird carried two foreigners and captured the armored warrior.  Cheng Lun's flying Yaksha Dharma Corpse had already flown away and disappeared.  Standing on the city wall, Yu He let out a long breath, and a wisp of invisible spiritual thoughts broke through the void and merged into the sea of ??consciousness.  He lowered his head and glared, and a strange gray light overflowed from his pupils. On the stone floor of the city wall where he was looking, a gray-white stone pillar that was as thick as an adult's arm and one foot high suddenly bulged out for no reason.  Yu He frowned and shook his head, saying to himself: "What a powerful barbarian secret skill!" Not long after, the four deacons of the Consecration Pavilion who went to help returned in the clouds, and they carefully supported the Zhongnan Immortal Sect's deacon.  The monk and the cold-faced female nun landed on the city wall.  The two men's bodies were already scorched black and their breath was weak. As soon as their feet hit the ground, they immediately sat down cross-legged and closed their five senses to regulate their Qi and heal their injuries.  Among them, the monk from the Zhongnan Immortal Sect was particularly seriously injured. In order to protect the cold-faced female cultivator, he used his own magic weapon to block seventy or eighty arrows. The small bronze tripod was blown to pieces.  Now that his natal magic weapon has been severely damaged and his Dao foundation has been greatly damaged, he is already at the Taoist realm of the third level of Huandan. I am afraid that after his skin and flesh are healed, he will have to start cultivating fire and rebuild from the first level of the first level.  Cheng Lun opened his eyes and looked at the Zhongnan Immortal Sect monk who had turned to turtle breath and suspended animation, with a layer of anger on his face.  He looked up at the sky to the northwest of Luoyankou, where the red clouds were gradually staining, and said through gritted teeth: "Hu Yi barbarians, you are going too far! When it gets dark, I will attack their front camp at night, take back the corpse of the magician, and give it to Senior Brother Ma.  , Senior Sister Lin takes revenge!"
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