Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 225: The Magic of the Heavenly Book
At this moment, high in the sky.

Yu Yangzi quickly recited the secret with one hand, and the black and white colors on the Yin-Yang Mirror flashed. Seven Yin-Yang Mirrors were condensed again, and then there was a shock!
With the support of the formation, the Yin-Yang Mirror condensed this time is several times more powerful than before.

Suddenly, Wen Min, Yan Hong, Fashan and Xiao Yicai felt an overwhelming force coming at them, and the four of them were directly blown dozens of meters away.

While still flying backwards in the air, he spat out a mouthful of hot blood, indicating that he was seriously injured.

Lin Jingyu, the Dharmakāya, and Lu Xueqi are both in the Shangqing realm. The magic weapons in their hands shine brightly and barely block the attack.

"Hmph!" Yu Yangzi snorted coldly and made another hand gesture. Suddenly, a huge rock weighing one hundred thousand pounds appeared on the Yin-Yang Mirror above, like a small mountain, and suddenly pressed down towards the three people below.

The Dharma Image was horrified when he saw this. He muttered something, and golden light shone from his body. He shouted:

"Golden Bell!"

Suddenly, a huge golden bell condensed and protected the bodies of the three people.

"puff!"

However, the hundred thousand jin boulder not only weighs hundred thousand jin, but it is also flashing in black and white, and it is actually blessed by Yu Yangzi's magical power.

The magic power of Yu Yangzi is added to a boulder weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds, which is several times heavier. Its attack power is so terrifying!
As soon as the boulder touched the golden bell, a crack suddenly appeared on the golden bell.

"puff!"

The Dharmakāya spat out a mouthful of hot blood and was seriously injured.

However, he knew that he had to hold on for now, otherwise the three of them would be crushed by the hundred thousand jin boulder and turned into meat patties.

Lu Xueqi also practiced the Tianyin Temple's supreme mental method, Mahavairocana Prajna, but it only included the mental method and did not include Buddhist spells such as the Golden Bell Cover.

However, Lu Xueqi has cultivated the Mahayana Prajna to the fifth level of Shangqing, which is even deeper than the Dharmakaya.

Lu Xueqi knew that the Great Brahma Prajna was more powerful than the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao in defense, and the Golden Bell Cover was an unparalleled defense, so she activated the Great Brahma Prajna, with golden light surrounding her body, and slapped the back of the Dharmakaya with her right palm.

Suddenly, the depressed look of the Dharma image shook for a moment, as if he had taken a powerful pill, and became a hundred times more energetic. He looked at Lu Xueqi in disbelief, and then drew forth the vast magical power that surged into his body.

"Buzz!"

The golden bell that was about to break made a loud buzzing sound and emitted a golden light. The dense cracks on it were instantly repaired and the giant bell more than doubled in size.

Lin Jingyu also understood that this was a life-threatening moment, and he frantically activated the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao in his body. The dragon roar from the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand continued to shake the sky, and a phantom of a green dragon howled towards the sky.

"Swordsmanship!"

The Dragon-Slaying Sword turned into a stream of light and shot onto the hundred thousand jin boulder.

However, the boulder flashed black and white and blocked the attack.

"amnesty!"

Lin Jingyu used all his strength, and the magic power in his body flowed out continuously. The Dragon-Slaying Sword emitted a green light in an attempt to break the boulder.

However, the boulder did not move at all, but instead pressed down slowly and quickly.

Although the Dharma image was blessed by Lu Xueqi's fifth-level Mahavairocana Prajna power, the power of the Golden Bell Cover was greatly increased.

However, Yu Yangzi was at the eighth level of Shangqing, and at this moment his magic weapon, the Yin-Yang Mirror, was enhanced by a formation. He put his two fingers together and pointed downwards.

A hundred thousand pounds of huge lime flowed in two colors, white and gray, and its power increased greatly, pressing the Golden Bell Cover towards the woods below.

"Hold on!"

The Dharmadhatu clenched his teeth and roared loudly, his gums bleeding from the strain.

However, no matter how hard Fashang, Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu tried to resist, the huge rock pressed down the Golden Bell Cover rapidly.

"boom!"

The Dharma image stepped on the ground, and a huge pit with a radius of ten meters was instantly pressed out of the formation.

At the same time, a shock wave spread out in the surroundings, and giant trees within a hundred meters in radius were instantly broken.

“I can’t stand it any longer!” The Dharmadhatu screamed in despair. Blood was seeping from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth corners…

Lu Xueqi placed her jade hands behind the Dharma image, her magic power continued to surge out, and she had no other options at the moment.

Because, if she withdrew her hand, the golden bell would be shattered instantly, and the three of them would be crushed into meat patties by the huge rock in an instant.

Zhang Xiaofan had just stabilized Song Daren's injuries at this moment, and he was furious when he saw this scene.

However, he couldn't attack directly at this moment, because there were Jin Ping'er, Qin Wuyan, many hidden demons and monsters around, even Qinglong and Zhuque.

He is now the deputy leader of the Ghost King Sect. If he saves the righteous path directly, he will probably...

Fortunately, he had learned several new magical skills from the Heavenly Book in the past ten years.

Although it is not as powerful as the sword that opens the sky, it is still a magical skill comparable to the divine sword's secret of controlling thunder!
Moreover, he had never used these magic arts in front of others. If he used the magic arts of the Heavenly Book to save the three people now, even the people in the Demonic Cult would be able to guess that it was him who did it.

But if someone refuses to admit it, that will be the end of it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan practiced Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao, performed the magic of the Heavenly Book, muttered something, and the golden mysterious runes outside his body rotated.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Suddenly, there was thunder in the sky, dark clouds rolled, and countless thunders exploded, as if the god of thunder was about to come to the world.

Fashang, Lu Xueqi, and Lin Jingyu also saw this scene.

However, the three of them were now in a difficult situation and had no time to pay attention to the strange weather.

It was Yu Yangzi, standing on a huge rock, looking up into the sky with a pair of sinister eyes.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of danger in my heart.

"Humph!"

Yu Yangzi snorted angrily and looked arrogantly at the sky where thunder was exploding. Now that he had the support of the formation, the power of the Yin-Yang Mirror increased several times.

If the center of the formation cannot be found, even if the Poison God came here in person, he would have no chance of breaking his formation.

In the woods, Li Xun looked at the three people who were about to die under the boulder, his eyes full of anxiety.

Fashang can die, Lin Jingyu can die, and it's just right that there will be two less powerful opponents in the future. A hundred years later, maybe Fenxiang Valley will become the number one sect of the righteous path, and he will become the number one person of the righteous path.

But Lu Xueqi cannot die.

Ever since they first met eleven years ago, he had been captivated by this goddess-like woman.

"do not want!"

Li Xun roared angrily, suppressed the injuries in his body, and flew towards Yu Yangzi in the distance.

Wen Min, Yan Hong, Xiao Yicai, and Fashan also flew over from a distance and attacked Yu Yangzi.

Yu Yangzi looked at the five people with disdain and said arrogantly:
"The clown!"

With a wave of his hand, five Yin-Yang mirrors condensed and appeared, directly knocking the five people away.

Then, looking at Lu Xueqi and the other two below, he could see that they were all at their weakest, and sneered:
"Now, die!"

"boom!"

Just as Yu Yangzi was about to shatter the golden bell at once and crush the three people to death, a loud thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Yu Yangzi suddenly felt alert and looked up, only to see countless thunders in the sky condensing into a phantom of the Thunder God.

The shadow of the Thunder God was a hundred feet tall, holding in his hands a giant thunder sword formed by countless thunders!
"Thor strikes!"

In the distant woods, Zhang Xiaofan put two fingers together and pointed at Yu Yangzi!
The next moment, the hundred-foot-tall phantom of the Thunder God clenched the giant sword in his hand and stabbed it fiercely at Yu Yangzi below!

(End of this chapter)