The sword is the devil

Chapter 910 Helpless 2
Joking aside, it is also true that the challenge of pounding the medicine pestle has made no progress for several days.

Wei Yi went up, but his orthodoxy was powerless against such a profound difference in realm, it was doomed, and he knew it in his heart; fighting and lecturing were not exactly the same thing.

Gu Zai also went up, but his devil couldn't chew the medicine pestle, and Xuehe couldn't corrode the medicine pestle, as if there was a layer of something that was always insulated.

"My Blood River is short of the blood of the Heavenly Demon. When I gather all the materials, I will definitely..."

Wei Yi teased at the side: "When you gather together, we will become monsters here... In my opinion, a more realistic change is, why don't you get some female devils in the blood river, the kind with big mouths?" ?”

Gu Zai didn't think it was a pestle, "It makes sense, no teeth, thicker lips, more flexible tongue, deeper throat... Well, what should I do, I have to think about it."

Fairy Feibai felt that she had come to the wrong place. Leaving aside whether she was a dual cultivator or not, even if she was, it was impossible for her to do such a boring thing.

Yueduo felt that this kind of topic could not be continued, "It is not because it has used some ability beyond the realm of Jindan that it can't be hurt. In this way, it can be seen from the previous battle that it didn't help those monsters.

There is a force that isolates it from the outside world. It seems to be here, but it is not here. It may be the key to cracking it. "

Wei Yi stopped joking, "It's like this. My supernatural powers have never found the target to use. It is close in front of me, but far away in the sky. There is no place to focus on. It gives me a feeling that no matter what I do It's all useless."

Gu Zai felt the same way, "My devil didn't bite anything, there is nothing real in the rot, the strength is too weak, and the law is not close to the body. If this problem is not solved, all means will be useless."

Fairy Feibai stretched her body, "I'm going, guessing like this, worrying about gains and losses, and having nowhere to go, it's better to have a good time."

She took a chance when no one was going up, and walked up, she had already made up her mind without any hesitation; she stretched out her finger, like a paintbrush, and swayed on the pestle to make a picture, instantly, a look full of spring The outing map appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The mountains are green, the water is green, the flowers, birds, fish and insects, and the characters are beautiful, lifelike and vivid.

Wei Yi smiled and said, "I know her roots. Qingxiang Realm Pomo Dao, a very artistic Taoist sect, is known for its ease and elegance. Brother Hou, what you said just now is really rude, blasphemy to fairies. It shouldn't."

Hou Tiao rolled her eyes, "It seems like you didn't say anything, isn't it just insinuating that his mouth is bigger..."

Gu Zaiju in the middle, "We do have something wrong, but you started it, you can't push it away."

Hou Tiao looked carefully, "Is this painting the four seasons? Chunxiao, Xia Mao, Autumn Killing, Dong Lin?"

Wei Yi sighed, "Taoism has more means than us in this aspect. It is to use the changes of the four seasons to strip away the mysterious isolation of the pounding pestle. There is already a faint shadow of the Tao of time in it. The idea is very good. But why do I feel that this has nothing to do with time?"

Gu Zai frowned, "It's not time, obviously it's not space, it's a pity that we can't know the Dao in our realm, so what does that have to do with it?"

Yueduo said coldly at the side: "You guys are thinking wrong. They say that the medicine pestle has been suppressed. How can it still use these avenues? Is there a possibility that it is Zifu?"

A few people were stunned, and then suddenly realized that it is worthy of Qingkong's inheritance, and this keenness is hard to match.

Each of them felt the changes in the Purple Mansion more or less deeply during this fight with the Xiantian Lingbao, and no one could avoid it; since they have been pointing to the Purple Mansion, openly or secretly, so now they are making medicine. It seems no surprise that Chu uses Zifu's ability.

The Jinxiu monks all have the ability of the Zifu, which is of course within the allowable range of being suppressed, but they don't understand and are not familiar with it.

Seeing several people looking over, Hou Tiao shrugged, "Don't look at me, I don't understand either."

Fairy Feibai's painting of the four seasons has come to an end, but regardless of the color change and the reincarnation of the four seasons, the medicine pestle is still there, without any response.

Knowing that she failed, but she didn't look disappointed, which was what she expected; there are many ways to try, and she is not missing one.

Next came the performances of Daoist Faxiu and Buddhist monks. It was an eye-opener for Hou Tiao. Compared with what these people demonstrated, the orthodoxy of Splendid Continent was really not enough. This was a huge difference in the background.

People go on, and failures go on, and in this continuation, an atmosphere of uneasiness is spreading.

Everyone is thinking, what if they really can't move this pestle?
Is there any other way?When the double stars meet, will there be any good changes?
In three days, more than half of the people have tried it, and there are only some top orthodoxy recognized by the universe, but no one knows whether it can be done or not.

Lou Yiren, the descendant of Jiuchongshan's strength, even collapsed for a while under the full force of the space crack, but the medicine pestle was unharmed.

With supreme glory, the base of the medicine pestle under the method of Yin and Yang is shaking, but it just doesn't fall down.

A monk can escape the medicine pestle to the world of Buddhism, but his aura still guards here, ignoring the power of Buddha.

Refers to Xuan Taoist, the Qi of Sanqing finally changed the medicine pestle, it became bigger and smaller according to the Qi, but after a day, it was still expanding and shrinking freely, resisting the Qi outside, without losing its own foundation.

Those of them chose to take action at the last moment, because when the two stars intersected, the space channel had a tendency to take shape, and they had to devote most of their energy to blocking the space connection, so they felt that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, but even In this way, after some efforts, there is still no result.

The remaining time can only be measured by hours, it is already less than days, and there is really not much time left for everyone.

There are still more than a dozen people who have not made a move. They all feel that their strength is not enough, and they are powerless to go up. Most of them are Taoists or monks. Someone has already used their best techniques before, so it is meaningless to use them again.

But there are two very special existences in it, and neither of the two sword cultivators made a move.

Refers to the Taoist who is very serious, "Fellow Daoist Yue, what other ideas do you have? If you are just waiting for the medicine pestle to be distracted to block the space connection, now is the last chance; it has been ten hours since the medicine pestle was separated. There is no increase in strength, which means it has reached its limit, and it doesn't matter if it waits or not."

Yueduo said coldly, "I don't need others to intervene in my affairs."

(End of this chapter)