high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 169 Slaying the Flood Dragon at the Flood Dragon 【Two Chapters in One】

"Five directions and five elements Taixuan true light formation..."

In front of you is a party of flashing five-color black, endless circulation, the five elements of heaven and earth are constantly biochemical, there is me in you, and there is a mysterious formation with you in me.

Guanghui, a god-footed monk with straw sandals, pointed lightly, and an invisible force secretly penetrated in, starting to dismantle every rune from the smallest point.

After half a stick of incense, Guang Hui withdrew her fingers and sighed softly.

"This old loach is really getting more and more afraid of death..."

After gaining insight into the great array formed by the five-color profound light, it was like peeling off a layer of shell, and then there were all kinds of inconceivable things.

The gloomy mysterious water is tumbling, like coming from the pitch-black underground of Jiuyuan; Go, it seems that even the primordial spirit wants to corrode...

There are also the four elephants of Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, which are arranged according to the positions of Laoyang, Shaoyin, Shaoyang, and Laoyin. They are boundless and unpredictable.

Dao spirits incarnated by Taiyi's qi sit in the sea of ​​Taiyi's qi, with thousands of bright eyes opening around them, searching for heresies in the world inch by inch.

And at the end of the formation, there are countless stars arranged vertically and horizontally, each of which is full of divine light, the two main stars of the lunar yin and the sun are particularly eye-catching, one is spraying endless flames, and the other is diffusing boiling cold yin.

There is a golden crow and a jade toad in each of the two main stars, and the majesty of the immortal way is overwhelming, the sacredness is boundless, and the majesty is boundless...

Zaide Xuanshui One-Qi Formation, Geomagnetic Element Transformation Formation, Yunxiao Thousand Sword Formation, Blood Light Yuan Sha Great Yin Formation...

"I was young and energetic back then, and I was quite impatient."

The man with the sapphire mask smiled slightly, and said:

"Although the old dragon was defeated, once he hid in the palace and was covered by many formations, I couldn't help him."

"The last time I came to Qingli Palace, although there were many formations, they were not to this extent."

Guang Hui, a divine foot monk, sighed: "This old loach, the older he gets, the more he cherishes his life."

In front of the two of them, there are many formations, almost covering the world.

No matter Zaide Xuanshui One-Qi Heavy Formation, Geomagnetic Element Transformation Formation, Yunxiao Thousand Sword Formation, Blood Light Yuansha Great Yin Formation, etc., they are all enough to be regarded as the mountain protection formation of a holy place and the foundation of existence.

But just in front of him, there are no fewer than ten fingers like Zaide Xuanshui Yiqi Formation.

What's more, after that, those three pathetic killing formations that seem to block the world are the highlight of the encounter.

The four elephants swallow the void; Taiyi Qi God sits in the Qi sea; Zhou Tian stars are shining brightly.

Even if you just stare at it from a distance, the killing intent seems to kill the primordial spirit and destroy the physical body.

Guanghui, the divine-footed monk, was silent for a moment, and softly read their names.

"Four Elephant Slashing God Formation, Taiyi Guangwang Great Barrier, and..."

Guanghui's voice paused: "Zhou Tian Xingdou formation!"

These three formations are all ancient products of the Jedi Tiantong, and they are also the reliance of Lord Qingli to be able to climb the Crouching Dragon Palace for thousands of years.

Especially the last one, Zhou Tian's Great Array of Stars.

Before the god-man channel was broken, Tongtian's Jianmu still supported the upper and lower worlds.

The Zhou Tian Xingdou formation is the supreme killing formation that has deterred hundreds of millions of kalpas and overwhelmed thousands of epochs.

Naturally, Lord Qingli didn't get the complete formation restriction, but the so-called Zhou Tian Xingdou formation in front of him is just a simplified version that can't be more disabled, and it is far from being able to exert one or two ten thousandths of the original formation's power.

But if this is the case, it is enough to make people in the world fearful.

"If Mao Xingzi sees this, he must be very happy."

The man in the sapphire mask stretched out his hand lightly, and an infinite force was born in the void in front of him, like a statue of a god stepping heavily on the world of ants under his feet.

At the moment when the entire Tongjiang River was boiling and violently rising, Guanghui at the side stretched out his hand to stop the man in the sapphire mask from making the next move.

"Master of Divine Foot?"

"Now is not the time to tear your face apart." Guang Hui, a divine foot monk, recited the Buddha's mantra in a low voice: "It's better to be quiet about the movement."

"Slower the movement?" An distressed laugh came from under the sapphire mask: "This old dragon's tortoise shell is getting thicker and thicker, so the movement should be quieter. I'm afraid I won't be able to break through these killing formations."

"Let's take seniors in, little monk." Guanghui, a divine foot monk, smiled, "There are too many demon cultivators, and the current world is in chaos, so there is no need to add this firewood."

The four great demons are in chaos, except that Lord Qingli climbed up to the master in a servile and obsequious manner, thus preserving the descendants of the demon cultivators and making the Tongjiang Shui Clan aloof.

The other three big demon clans are all trapped by the pass, and people take turns guarding it every year, and they are not allowed to move freely.

If this old dragon is humiliated too much, the situation where the human and demon ways are at odds will inevitably be broken under the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox.

As the Northern Guards gather the people and demons from all over the world, the national war in troubled times is already on the verge of breaking out.

But yesterday, Northern Guard Tie Rui Shi had already approached the border of Zheng State, and the chief of the Northern Guard led 20 soldiers. In the name of hunting and performing formations, they also gradually approached the border.

The flames of war in the troubled times have been ignited.

"Shenzutong, can you actually do this?"

The man in the sapphire mask took a deep look at the god-footed monk Guanghui, with a meaningful look in his eyes:

"The changes of the six gods of Buddhism are really fascinating."

Guang Hui smiled, but did not answer.

He took a random step forward, and at the same spot, the figures of the two suddenly disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.

Qingli Holy Land, in a shell palace.

Lord Qing Li, who was lazily leaning on the dragon bed, frowned, raised his head and looked around, but there was nothing in the void.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but when he lay back on the dragon bed again, his eyes suddenly changed.

At this time, a chuckle suddenly sounded.

A middle-aged monk and a man wearing a sapphire mask quietly appeared in the Bei Palace, coming without a sound.

The middle-aged monk clasped his palms together, his complexion was calm, and there was no sign of sadness or joy.

As for the person wearing the sapphire mask, although he couldn't see his real face clearly, those smiling eyes made Qingli Jun deeply frown.

He suddenly remembered a person, a person who had been dead for many years.

"Guanghui, what are you doing in my palace?"

Lord Qingli shouted in a deep voice:

"Do you really think that you can rely on your magical powers to act recklessly with me?!"

The Six Divine Changes of Buddhism——Shenzutong!

Let the mind and thoughts go to the place where the sentient beings in the ten directions go, and the body and mind are like illusions.

Looking at the vast world, apart from the two saints, the only one who can quietly avoid the forbidden formation in the palace is the divine foot monk Guanghui.

"The poor monk is just here to see." Guanghui said expressionlessly, "I'm not here to fight Dragon Lord this time."

Inside and outside Qingli Palace, countless killing formations are densely covered. Although he can escape, he will never be able to please.

In the past few fights, they were all far away from Tongjiang, which made this old dragon unable to take advantage of the geographical advantage.

At that time, Monk Miaoyan had not yet fallen into the evil way, and with the combined efforts of the two, they could also fight this oldest immortal.

And now...

In Qingli Palace, there are countless old Jiaos who have killed the battle array, their combat strength has reached a terrifying level, if Guanghui is alone, he will never offend him.

"It's still interesting for you."

Hearing Guanghui's words, Mr. Qingli pointed his finger, smiled and said:

"Then you came this time to plead for your son?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, I, Qing Li, am stern and selfless, and I never talk about personal affairs."

Seeing the silent monk Guanghui, the man in the green robe and bamboo crown turned up his mouth, but he became more and more proud.

"Your son has met Chen Jizi from Luoshui's Chen family. It's a pity. I'm afraid he will lose."

He pretended to sigh, and said quietly:

"If you can't beat Chen Jizi, you won't be able to win the leader, and you won't be able to hold the Miluo Lantern either!"

He stepped down from the dragon bed, patted Guanghui on the shoulder, his face couldn't hide his color.

"It's a pity that your son is a monk, otherwise, I really want to marry you."

The man wearing the bamboo crown smiled and said:

"It's already here, don't rush to leave, the old brother ordered the servants to cook some dishes, let's come to drink?"

When he was out of Qingli Palace, Miao Yan and Guang Hui teamed up and drove him to the point of embarrassment more than once.

Now it is his home field, even if Guanghui's cultivation is as high as the sky, it is difficult to cause any disturbances in it.

"I didn't come here to fight with you."

Guanghui took a step back sideways, so that the person wearing the sapphire mask fell to the front.

"Amitabha." The middle-aged monk said calmly, "The one who fought you was someone else."

"Oh? I knew you were a bald thief with no good intentions."

The man wearing the bamboo crown raised his eyebrows slightly, with a disdainful expression on his face:

"Where do you think I am? Qingli Palace, I am at my own home!"

He spread his arms, laughed loudly, and his eyes were extremely mocking:

"Lao Tzu is the most ancient immortal, his cultivation is as high as the sky! The Four Elephant Slashing God Formation, Taiyi Guangwang Great Formation, Zhou Tian Star Fighting Formation..."

Qingli Jun wrung his fingers, and the smile on his face became heavier and heavier:

"Under my killing array, who can kill me? Who dares to kill me?! Do you think Lao Tzu is outside Tongjiang? A joke!"

He jokingly stared at the middle-aged monk in front of him, with the corners of his mouth upturned:

"Although you have cultivated supernatural powers, I can't stop you, but the person next to you still wants to shake me even with his meager cultivation? A gnat can shake a big tree, and you can't control yourself!

Who do you think he is?Master, or Xuan Wenjun? ! "

"Do not."

A warm voice suddenly sounded, and the smiling Lord Qing Li froze when he heard the words, and the smile on his face froze suddenly.

Lord Qingli turned his head slowly, the person who spoke had already taken off the sapphire, revealing his true face under the mask.

"I am Wang Qiuyi."

He smiled lightly: "My cultivation should not be superficial, right?"

……

boom!

boom! !

boom! ! !

In an instant, the entire Qingli Holy Land was shaken violently, the Tongjiang River shook violently, and the ten directions throbbed.

A group of veterans of the Dragon Palace who suppressed the water veins wailed, and the body as huge as the ancient Shenyue flew backwards far away, and even the eyes dimmed a lot, obviously the trauma was not light.

"no no!"

The old tortoise was hoarse, his mysterious tortoise shell, which was born with patterns, had just been cracked by a corner.

At that moment, they were sent flying by a huge force at the same time.

Unable to suppress it, the water veins that had been gradually refined were released like an angry dragon, and escaped into the endless Tongjiang River, never to be seen again.

"no no!"

The old turtle roared again and again, and when he opened his lips to breathe out, countless divine chains of order emerged from nothingness, passing through an infinite distance, and was about to detain the water vein that had hidden Tongjiang again.

boom!

The old turtle's mouth and nose were bleeding, and the bright and crystal blood dripped like diamonds, spilling a lot.

The middle-aged monk withdrew his fist expressionlessly, and with a light pinch of his left palm, all the chains of order that had protruded out for an unknown amount of time were all smashed together.

"Guanghui." The old turtle recognized the middle-aged monk's face, and roared unwillingly: "You ruined my Qingli Palace good thing, this Tongjiang... no! The monster cultivators in this vast world will never die with you as a thief! "

As soon as the old turtle finished speaking, Guang Hui lightly pinched his sword fingers, the mountain-thick sword energy was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, all four feet of the old turtle were cut off.

The old turtle retracted his head in a hurry, and the sword energy was like a blizzard hitting plantains. When it touched the turtle shell, brilliant rune sparks were born.

Ruixia is ten thousand feet high, sonorous and deafening.

When the old tortoise's tortoise shells had been cut into pieces, he was terrified and just waiting to die with his eyes closed.

In the ear, a violent long chant of the monster dragon resounded brazenly across an endless distance.

"Your Majesty!"

The old turtle was both surprised and delighted.

Under the chorus of the demon dragon, Guanghui's overwhelming sword energy was swept away.

The other Dragon Palace veterans also took this opportunity to use their magical powers to rescue the old turtle back in a hurry.

"You..." The old turtle vomited a mouthful of blood, his heart was filled with grief and indignation: "How dare you!"

"Let that old Jiao cultivate into the divine way."

Seeing many Dragon Palace old monsters form an formation, looking terrified as if facing an enemy, Guanghui's face remained unchanged:

"Is there any way out for the human race in this world?"

"You! You!" The old turtle trembled, but he didn't dare to make a move.

"Although I won't kill you, but a small punishment is hard to escape!"

Regardless of the tearing eyes of the Shui monsters, Guanghui slowly stretched out a hand, palm down, and slowly pressed down on them.

Faintly, behind Guanghui, there is a big Buddha sitting on a twelve-stage lotus platform, piercing the sky and the earth, and countless Buddha lights are densely formed into a light mist, illuminating the three worlds seamlessly.

Following Guanghui's movements, the Buddha also slowly stretched out his palm, pressing down on the demons.

A golden palm hangs down as if covering the sky and the earth, as if it contains thousands of kalpas, shaking the heavens and the sacred.

puff!

As the billowing blood mist dissipated, all sounds stopped suddenly.

Guang Hui calmly withdrew his palm, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if looking through layers of void.

"Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together and sighed, with a look of surprise on his face, he smiled slowly and said:

"Swordsmanship has become the king's master, there are dragons to kill dragons!"

In the depths of the void, thousands of feet long and short Qingjiao roared again and again, he continued to pull the killing array inside and outside Qingli Palace, but it was all in vain.

It was a desolate and lonely small world, isolated from the changes of the outside world.

No matter how Qingjiao struggled and screamed, there was still no sound in the endless killing array inside and outside the palace.

"What kind of magical power is this?!"

King Qingli, who was taken into the small world by Wang Qiuyi, sounded like rolling thunder, and blood was already dripping on his body thousands of feet long, it was so tragic that he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Qiuyi slashed down with his palm, like splitting Yin and Yang.

The body of the flood dragon was cut off from it, and the small world was shaken.

Qingjiao's body glowed, barely connecting the broken body together, while Shen Xi was spraying, recovering from her own injuries.

"You really want to die!"

His scales moved, and the thunder that destroyed the world was like a torrential rain, hitting his head and face.

puff!

The cloudy thunder all over the sky was completely shattered by a big foot, and under Qing Jiao's furious gaze, his head as thick as a mountain was severely trampled on.

Boom boom boom!

In the small world, all sounds were silent first, and then exploded violently!

The dust within hundreds of miles violently flew up, bursting in all directions with the sound of howling ghosts and wolves!

After everything was still, the dying Qingjiao fell to the ground powerlessly. Below him was a deep pit, like a grand canyon.

The terrain has been completely changed, the mountains have been completely shattered, and there are ravines and ravines.

The man with big sleeves had a gentle smile, and there was no trace of dust on his body, and he was floating like a fairy.

"Are you ready?"

He stepped on the green dragon under his feet, smiled and said.

(End of this chapter)