I am immortal.

Chapter 165 This body is here, it is all a legend!
When everyone was still immersed in the joy of the New Year, the disaster of the devil appeared suddenly, or in other words, when the disaster appeared, it always appeared when it was not prepared. With a sound, a huge ferocious bird fell from the sky and descended into the world.

It opened its sharp claws and directly grabbed a person's shoulder, and then tore that person apart like crushing tofu.

Blood and organs exploded.

Splashed on the ground, splashed on the people around.

Let out the heat.

Next to him are his parents with graying temples. They were still talking about the New Year’s Eve just now. The man said that he earned some money this year. He said that he would buy some better things for his parents during the New Year’s Eve. Clothes, his parents were a little reluctant for their children to spend money. After saying a few words, the man became a little annoyed and went shopping on his own, while his parents were a little embarrassed to follow behind.

Enough is enough, enough, the clothes at home can still be worn.

The same is true for three or five Wen wine.

When you are saving money, you can't be so extravagant.

Then in a blink of an eye he died here.

After his mother was stunned, she almost instinctively threw herself on her bloody son, and another fierce bird jumped down. The old man with a slightly bowed waist picked up a stool from a booth next to him and threw it at him with a roar, blocking his wife and children. , and then torn into pieces, the white-haired wrinkled woman's eyes were filled with tears, and the third one fell to the ground.

The momentary tragedy turned the whole street from festive and cheerful to tragic panic.

People were pulling their children, or running wildly, their eyes were full of panic, and this kind of scene appeared in more than 200 cities in the entire Zhongzhou Prefecture at the same time. The tragic blood stained such a majestic city, and fierce monsters fell from the sky. , tearing apart human flesh and blood, and wantonly destroying human bodies.

The people fled in a panic and hid in the houses, but soon they discovered that not to mention the thatched roofs of ordinary poor families, even the houses of the rich families with brick and stone structures and horizontal beams as beams Unable to withstand the piercing of these monsters, the shivering man holding the child in the house raised his head and saw cracks in the masonry.

Fear appeared in his eyes, and the child asked, "Daddy, the room is moving..."

"It's nothing, it's all right."

He forced a smile, then held the child in his arms, turned around with his back facing the outside.

A huge ferocious bird slammed down violently, the man's face was pale, and suddenly an invisible aura swept over him.

In an instant, the fierce bird turned into a puddle of flesh and blood.

A talisman appeared in this room, and the white-haired old Taoist held a sword and said, "Don't move."

"Stay within the range of the talisman."

"you are……"

The man's eyes were wide open, his complexion was pale, before he even asked, the old Taoist of Lianyang Temple rushed out again.

Sweeping with the long sword, slaying demons and eliminating demons, and sweeping out the talisman will disperse the dirty energy, which can ensure temporary safety.

Before the Daomen Xiantian Qi is to retrieve the treasure of life, if the three talents are complete, the state of the Taoist will always remain at the peak of consolidating the Xiantian Qi, and will not decline due to age, but even so, there is still a limit, the old Taoist People's talismans are constantly being exhausted, and he knows very well that this is no longer a problem that a mere Taoist priest with innate energy can handle.

Even real people can't solve this disaster that has been planned for a long time to swallow up millions of people in a city.

However, how can the world's affairs and people in the world stand by and watch?

It can't be done, but it has to be.

It is not in vain to practice Taoism for two hundred years.

"Lang Lang is too empty, the dirty energy is scattered!"

The old man cut off with his sword.

He tried his best to save people, even though his physical strength is weak, he can save people after all, one needs to cultivate one's heart in practice, and the Dao has never been ruthless.

And more people choose to instinctively run to temples and Taoist temples after finding that their houses cannot shelter them.

There is Jueming Temple in Zhongzhou Fucheng. The temple is huge and quite luxurious. There are Buddhist halls and Buddhist halls. Among them, the statues of Thousand Buddhas and the golden body of Buddha are extremely exquisite and can be called treasures. At this moment, people are flocking here, wanting to come in , but at this time, the door of the temple was closed.

People were outside, howling and banging on the door.

But the door could not be opened, the monks looked miserable, the old abbot sighed, and suddenly there was a loud noise.

"Noisy, noisy, what are you arguing about?!"

"Ah, Uncle Jiansi."

"This……"

Many young monks stepped aside, and a tall, greedy monk with a shiny face came, with a Buddhist bead in his hand, frowning for a long time, raised his hand to push away the surrounding monks, walked up to the old monk, and said bluntly: "What are you doing, host? Why don't you open the door!"

"Want to die?!"

The old host said sadly: "The guest rooms are already full of people."

"All the monks are here, give up the house to the common people, and demons will fall from the sky."

"The room in the temple has been smudged by incense for a long time, and it can resist a little. Without shelter, the common people will die here, and more demons will be attracted. In that case, the people who are hiding in the room now will also Will die... Zhenjing, do you want to save some people, or do you want to save all of them arrogantly, but let everyone die in the end, do you understand the choice?"

"Buddhist disciples, you can still have the strength to fight, and you will protect this person hiding in this temple."

Zhenjing, a monk in the prison temple, was silent, and suddenly scolded: "Stupid donkey!"

"I have a way!"

He turned around and strode away suddenly, he went directly to the Thousand Buddha Hall, and there was a sound of shattering, and then he heard the sound of the Buddha statue shattering. They were all smashed, and then thrown out of the hall like trash.

In the end, he didn't give up, and went straight to the Daxiong Palace. The old monk was startled, and then turned pale with shock, and said:

"Magi, what are you going to do?!"

"doing what?"

The monk laughed loudly, and many monks were frightened. They ran together and were shocked immediately. They saw the monk carrying the Buddha statue of the Mahavira Hall on his back, walking out step by step, with his eyes raised, because he was carrying the Buddha statue on his back. So no one dared to block his way and let him go out, saying:
"Practice Buddhism, cross the world and save people!"

"Isn't there a house here? Hahahaha, old man, you are still not as smart as me."

"You might as well give me the host!"

"The Hall of Thousand Buddhas has been incensed by the common people for thousands of years. All disciples, take statues of Buddhas and burn Buddhist scriptures to form a grand formation!"

"Yes!"

Monk Zhenjing laughed loudly: "My disciple, open the door!"

Those young monks rushed to open the gate, and people rushed in, pushing and shoving, wanting to squeeze themselves in, chaotic and noisy, with crying, noisy, cursing, and so on. , extremely chaotic, wishing that all the people in front would get behind him, but suddenly he heard a roar:

"If you mess around again, the poor monk will throw you all out, smash them on the ground, and smash them into a pulp to attract demons!"

Everyone was startled, their hearts seemed to stop beating, and they turned their heads to see a monk standing there, it was the monk of Jiansi.

He raised his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Buddhist disciples form a stick formation, the young go first, then the young, and finally the old."

An old man who was drunk said angrily: "Why?! Didn't you say respect the old and love the young?"

Zhenjing sneered and said: "You have lived for decades, and you don't have many years to live. Young people still have decades to live. You go in and let young people wait outside to die?"

The old man was startled, and said angrily, "What kind of monk are you!"

The monk directly scolded back: "I'm just like this monk, if you want to come or not, don't come and leave!"

In the end, those who came here alive, the nearby people were accommodated in the temple. The monks smashed the statues of the Thousand Buddha Hall, and used these statues that have absorbed the incense for thousands of years to write Buddhist scriptures, on the walls, and on the pillars of the temple. Up and down the pen, dignified Buddhist luck, open and aboveboard, Zhenjing stood outside the temple gate, eyes closed, expression calm, shoulders loosened.

The statue of Buddha in the Daxiong Hall fell heavily, blocking the mountain gate.

The Buddha is merciful, staring ahead.

Zhenjing held a mixed iron long stick, and behind him were monks who were either young or no longer young, and said:
"Everyone, let's form an formation."

"Yes!"

With so many people making such a noise, when they were fleeing, they had already attracted many monsters. Zhen Jing's eyes were slightly opened, and amidst the loud shouts, he swung a long stick and charged into the many monsters. Swaying, extremely heavy and domineering, Buddhism is merciful, but if replaced with such a heavy weapon, it is a blunt weapon specially designed to break armor, and its martial arts have reached the top in the world.

The realm of Buddhism is already equivalent to the innate energy of Taoism, and it can also be the host of a temple.

Even a demon in scales couldn't bear his full strength and would be beaten into flesh and blood.

At this moment, holding a stick in front of the demon, blocking most of the attacks, many disciples are assisting on both sides, but the momentum of the demon is too fierce. Qi, like a fire in the dark, is extremely obvious, and the killing of monsters is layer after layer, almost never stopped.

Gradually, casualties also appeared among the young monks.

A monk let out a scream, and was caught by a demon while swinging his stick, and was dragged over directly, and was eaten up in an instant. Sweeping with the stick, there was a burst of Buddhist energy: "Steady!"

"Hold on!"

"Buddhism's extinction is joy, no suffering, no suffering..."

Zhenjing gritted his teeth, and the iron rod in his palm danced like a dragon to defeat the demons. It took more time for the monks to resist the demons for a whole stick of incense, but the scriptures were not finished yet, suddenly there was a woman's voice Came: "Help, master, master, help..."

Many monks saw a woman stumbling towards her, her body was so injured that she almost died.

Also holding a child in his arms.

When she saw the monks over there, her eyes lit up. Before she was held up by a ferocious wolf, she raised her hand, and the child was thrown to the monks in front. Still subconsciously, Jing stepped forward, swept the weapon in his palm, smashed the heads of several monster wolves, grabbed the child with his left hand, and immediately his wrist was in severe pain.

The child hugged him tightly and bit his wrist tightly.

It actually bit the Buddha's physique.

Zhenjing lowered his head in a daze, and saw that the child had been infested with miasma and demonic energy, and there was a wound on his neck that exposed bones. Like a mandrill, Zhenjing's body trembled slightly, and he roared like a lion's roar, and the sound shook the demons back a few steps.

Backed up a few steps, lowered his head, and saw that the child still had fear on his face, but he was parasitized by a demon. At this moment, he was in a posture of neither life nor death. He was still looking up at the monk, and there was still a trace of humanity left in his eyes. Tears of fear.

She saw a five-color silk thread woven on her wrist to ward off evil spirits.

Zhenjing looked miserable, his left hand was bitten by the demon, his right hand was raised, and gently pressed against the child's face.

"Feel sorry……"

The Buddhist Light Qi Machine vibrates.

It directly dispelled the child's aura.

The monster biting his wrist still didn't let go, it was a monster specially designed to break his body, he could feel miasma entering his body from his wrist, and the bite was so hard that his muscles and bones were already visible, the monk fell silent, and suddenly he let himself go A disciple snatched Jiedao in his hand and chopped off his own wrist with a single blow.

The expressions of many monks changed suddenly.

Holding a knife in his right hand, Zhenjing blocked the flow of blood with his body, and said angrily: "Fix the formation!"

On this day, Jueming Temple blocked the monsters attacking like mountains and seas for almost an hour, and finally the entire temple was written with Buddhist scriptures. When the formation was completed, it emitted a warm Buddhist atmosphere, temporarily sealing off the miasma and evil spirits. , and only six of the monks who stopped outside were still alive.

"go!"

"go!"

Zhenjing holds a knife in his right hand, and pushes and shoves the monks around him with his left arm, but they seem to have bloodshot eyes and refuse to leave. The monk roared in his mouth like a lion's roar, which shocked these disciples. Overwhelmed, with tears in his eyes, the boy who was still only in his teens said:

"Uncle Jiansi, they are all dead... Ours, the brothers in my room, I am the only one left now..."

Zhenjing replied: "Buddhism is joyful when it perishes."

"Don't suffer, don't cry..."

He rubbed the monk's head with his severed arm, smiled, and suddenly a huge burst of force threw the young monk directly behind the wall. Come on, Zhenjing turned around, and when the Jie Dao was thrown out, it tore out a large amount of blood, and then threw the disciples over the wall one by one.

With a kick of his right foot, the statue of Buddha fell down like a mountain rolling stone.

Zhenjing strode towards the gate, wanting to take off, but sank, and saw two former monks, after their deaths, invaded by miasma, swallowed by demons, hugging his feet tightly, To make him unable to get up again, the gate of the temple opened a gap, and the monks inside were anxious to let him in quickly.

"Close the door! Close the door!"

Zhenjing roared: "Close the door, old monk, seal the array!"

"No more entry!"

"No one is allowed to enter again!"

"We will close the formation when you come in, we are ready!"

"fart!"

Zhenjing tried his best to shake away the monsters, then rushed to the door, raised his right foot, a long stick flew up, held it in his palm, swung around and swept away, and scattered several monsters. He seemed to know when he saw these monsters The formation is about to be accomplished, and the crazier becomes more and more crazy. If he steps into it, he will definitely follow in.

With a cruel heart, the cooked copper rod in the palm suddenly passed through the door cymbals outside the heavy mountain gate, sealing the door from the outside.

Then directly with the posture of clasping his hands together, he locked the cooked copper stick in his bent elbows, and the strength of his body surged up, turning it into a second chain.

"Lock array!"

"Uncle Master..."

"Combine!"

The monk outside the door roared, his body was already close to the limit, suddenly he trembled, lowered his head, saw that the abdomen was pierced, and the little remaining strength quickly dissipated, the blood vessels on his face flushed, and he felt the evil spirit invading his body, his hands, In other words, one hand and a broken wrist are still barely in the posture of offering to the Buddha, and the eyes are slightly lowered.

The monk in the door gritted his teeth, burst into tears, and wrote the last step of the Buddhist scriptures.

"Everything has its own way."

"Like a dream bubble."

"What is like dew is like electricity."

"Should be viewed as such."

Zhenjing recited the last four sentences, felt the warm Buddha light flowing, smiled slightly, and bowed his head to recite.

"Amitabha……"

Never finished reading.

The body has been torn apart, the body is smashed to pieces, the flesh and blood are eaten by demons, and the soul is also swallowed.

………………

"Run!"

"Run!"

There are frequent chaos in the city. There are more than two hundred squares and millions of people. When there is chaos, there are even more crazy people. The car was rushing to the house quickly, and all the monsters attacked all the way, but he was knocked away by this extremely heavy car.

Suddenly there was a flying bird to kill, he rolled forward, and while avoiding it, he skillfully stretched out his arms.

It was only then that he discovered that his arms were actually extremely long, very similar to the requirements of the ape arms used in the selection of warriors in the army to meet the requirements of flying dogs.

He directly clamped the neck of this fierce bird, and with the help of its forward momentum, he rolled and unloaded, and inserted the dagger into its neck, killing the monster, and hurried home, his eyes were red, and he returned home , but found that his wife and children were there, the man relaxed and hugged his wife and children, his body trembling.

"It was the Taoist priest of Chunsheng Temple who came and left us a talisman."

"Say, it's okay to say that this talisman is here."

Only then did the peddler who sold sesame cakes understand, and said, "Chunsheng Temple? Daoist..."

"Those two Taoist priests who were still young still bought sesame cakes from me. I was sick before, and he came to see me... I don't know which Taoist temple it is from, but they are so good, so good ...It's great that you're all right..." A five-year-old girl hugged her father's leg, also frightened.

His wife begged softly: "We'll just hide here, the priests will solve these things..."

"……Um."

"Don't go out, okay?"

The woman's voice was almost pleading.

"……Um."

There were people's screams outside. The sesame cake vendor gritted his teeth and trembled. When he was talking with the young Taoist priest, the wife who would take care of him day and night seemed to understand something. He stretched out his hand to touch Touching his cheek, he took a few steps back, with a sad face, turned around to pick up a package, which was a key, and handed it to the peddler.

"……take it."

"!!"

The man pursed his lips, hugged his wife, and turned around with big strides to the corner of the room.

The old man who sold five-color silk thread to ward off evil spirits outside was thrown down by a monster. He felt that he was bound to die. When his face was full of sorrow, he suddenly heard a dull sound, and something flew across and directly hit the monster. I don't know what it was , it was so heavy that it smashed the monster into pieces, and the old man's face was splashed with blood.

It hit the ground hard.

The old man raised his head and saw the man striding out, flying up and striking a monster. It seemed that he had a hidden wound, and he was particularly prone to getting sick before. Such violent movements made him cough unceasingly, but the monster was unexpectedly caught. He retreated from the blow, and the thing wrapped in white trembled like a tiger roaring.

The package was scattered, and inside was a huge iron box. The man turned over and opened the box.

Stretch your hand into it.

In an instant, as if strong wine had been spilled on the blade, the man who lived in this place raised his eyebrows, he raised his hand, and the thing was taken out, it was a sword with a wide palm, very heavy, black in color, exuding a gloomy aura Murderous intent, draw your sword, charge!
There are many, many similar people, and they all instinctively choose to rush to one place in the end.

The armory in Zhongzhou Fucheng.

The ordnance officer who was hiding in the warehouse was caught, looking at the men in front of him, his body kept shaking.

"The demon claws are sharp, we need armor."

"Just protect the vitals."

The ordnance officer's face was pale: "Opening the armory without permission is a serious crime, and you will be executed!!"

He swallowed, took out the key, and said, "So, can you knock me out?"

"In that case, at most I would be exiled, and I would not die in the execution ground."

He took out the key, pointed to not far away and said: "This room is the spare armor of Zhongzhou Baihui Army."

"What about the other side?"

"Over there? There are old armors over there. All the soldiers whose ancestral home is in Zhongzhou and have retired from the army are placed there. If necessary, they will be transferred away...Huh? Do you want those old armors? New armors of various sizes There are all of them, the old ones may not be suitable for you, the established army armors are in circulation, and the ones stored here are all those who have been abolished from the name of the regiment..."

The ordnance officer seemed to understand something, and his body trembled slightly.

The man replied:
"No, there will be."

........................

"Hold it, stand it all for me! The deputy city lord and the others have already killed to find a way to restart the luck formation. The formation in this city has now partially recovered. At least these bastards can't fall from the sky. But they can still enter through the city gate..."

"Before the activation of the Human Dao Luck Formation, everyone will die here and cannot retreat!"

The defenders of Zhongzhou Fucheng widened their eyes and roared angrily. A group of soldiers had already died here, but because of the pressure in Zhongzhou, they forcibly withstood the pressure here and never collapsed. However, these Zhongzhou soldiers had no experience of fighting against demons at all. The price was heavy, and suddenly there was a loud noise.

A huge hole was directly opened on the side of the city gate, and a tiger-like monster with a full three feet was killed.

If there is no human luck, the effectiveness of the military formation will be reduced, and it will be impossible to deal with it.

The guard subconsciously made a judgment, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but when he thought of his own words, his face became grim, and he said angrily: "Damn, people are dead and birds are up to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years. I will fight you!! !” His blood was surging, he was desperate, and wanted to die on his duty, but suddenly he heard Pokong’s fierce voice, bursting out loud.

In an instant, the black long spear came through the air and directly nailed the demon to death!

The demon wailed several times, and the bleeding stopped, but the end of the long spear was still trembling, showing its heavy power.

"Black spear..."

The guard murmured, and suddenly remembered the group of people he was ordered to stare at, and the criminal army who was scolded by thousands of people back then. He raised his head, turned around, and saw that the road ahead was covered in darkness, and all the demons had been killed. Kill, the people who come here are all wearing old armor, the sound of the armor is chilling, only this heavy armor can fight with demons.

They wore black armor, heavy armor, battle helmets, and face armor.

A fierce waist is a tiger's mouth.

There are delicate lines on the shoulders of the armor.

A token is hung on one side of the waist, and a long sword is hung on the other.

Their expressions were cold and stern, they held their swords, the outermost ones held their shields, and then they formed a formation with their spears. Everything was just as recorded in the history books. They smashed demons, they smashed through the rain, as if re-emerging from the hazy history. Walking out, the history is only seven years past, the guard murmured: "Shenwu Xuanjia Army..."

The leader drew out his spear and replied indifferently:
"The former iron cavalry captain of the Third Army of the Shenwu Xuanjia Army led the crowd to help."

"Get out of the way, you are not their opponents."

His expression softened, and he said: "You have done a good job."

The army defending the city retreated, and a torrent of black steel took over the battlefield.

After being abandoned for seven years and bearing the world's infamy for seven years.

The Xuanjia Army of the Shenwu Dynasty once again set foot on the battlefield.

Ink-armored black cloak, call the name of the army to rescue, help the good and punish the evil, protect the country and the people.

Kyushu is brave and fierce, and the god of martial arts is Xuanjia.

"Combine!"

Human affairs are managed by others.

(End of this chapter)