Cultivation begins with separation.

Chapter 167 The Immortal Mother
The core magical power of each of the three volumes of the Taiping Sect's heavenly book is the "Taiping Wonderland". In an era when there were no modern spiritual magical powers, the "Taiping Wonderland" was the top-ranked magical power in the Tiandu spiritual world.

I saw countless magic spells combined into huge circles. Inside the circles, those Yellow Turban warriors were blessed with all kinds of small magical powers such as "invulnerable to swords and guns", "immune to water and fire", "infinite strength", etc. The Yellow Turban warriors were strengthened to the level that they could even rival the Golden Elixir.

The magical power "Taiping Wonderland" drew a prison in Yi Ling's magical space and expelled the surrounding fire.

It’s not that Yi Ling’s magical powers are inferior to the other party, but because the gap in cultivation between the two is too great.

In terms of the amount of mana, Yi Ling may not be inferior to the other party, and may even have much more than the other party.

But the quality of mana is not as good as the opponent.

However, Yi Ling was not in a hurry. The consumption of the magical powers used by the ancient cultivators has always been a problem for them. After using so many magical powers, the opponent's mana would soon be exhausted.

Tens of thousands of broken Buddhas entered the realm of Taiping Wonderland.

Each of the remaining Buddhas was stronger than the Yellow Turban Warriors, but the Yellow Turban Warriors formed military formations and were able to suppress Yi Ling's remaining Buddhas.

Zhang Fuyang continued to use spells to expand the scope of "Taiping Wonderland".

Yi Ling felt a spiritual wave spreading out, which carried an induction that led people to convert to Taiping Sect.

However, this kind of fluctuation naturally had no effect on Yi Ling.

at this time.

A staff shaped like a bamboo appeared in Zhang Fuyang's hand and he threw it lightly.

The scepter appeared above Yi Ling's body as if it had crossed space, and shattered Yi Ling's body with one blow.

But Yi Ling's body shattered and turned into sparks and disappeared.

This scene was then repeated several times.

Zhang Fuyang frowned slightly. He felt that Yi Ling seemed to be able to predict it. Before his attack landed, the other party had already escaped.

"Sure enough, this Luofu Buddha Mother is said to be able to suppress and kill gods, so she does have some strength."

Thinking about it, Zhang Fuyang began to ponder.

He had never fought against Jin Xiu before. This time when he fought against Jin Xiu, he discovered the difference between Jin Xiu and Gu Xiu.

If ancient cultivators were to fight each other, both sides would fight openly, and the battle would be to see who had stronger cultivation, and the superiority of their magical powers and magic weapons.

There is no need for ancient cultivators to think too much. They can usually determine the winner by using all kinds of magic weapons and supernatural powers.

However, when fighting against Jin Xiu, he felt like he had no power to use.

His magical power could find the location of Yi Ling's soul, but every time his attack was formed, the opponent would move.

All the control spells and magical powers he used would be easily broken by the opponent in a few moments.

He had practiced his soul-locking skill for a hundred years, but before he could even get close to the other party, the other party broke it with a set of spells.

My cultivation, reaction, spiritual awareness, etc. are far superior to the other party, but the other party is able to dissolve my methods with ease. This cannot be explained by the other party's quick reaction.

No matter what magical power you use, the other party seems to be able to respond with any means at will.

Zhang Fuyang couldn't help but look into the depths of the magical space at Yi Ling's eyes, whose pupils reflected the starry sky.

Before Zhang Fuyang could figure out how to deal with the other party's foresight.

The blazing sun in the sky fell down.

Zhang Fuyang paused as he was casting the spell, and immediately realized that his Taiping Wonderland could not hold up.

He was about to travel through space and leave.

However, his body blurred and reappeared at the same place.

"this".

Zhang Fuyang then saw that outside the magical "Taiping Wonderland", there were hundreds of thousands of broken Buddhas chanting scriptures.

He focused on attacking Yi Ling's body and ignored the remaining Buddhas who were fighting against the Yellow Turban warriors.

I didn't expect that the formations formed by those magical creations could actually block the space.

Zhang Fuyang was shocked but remained calm.

The scepter that was flying in the space appeared in his hand at some point.

The scorching sun fell, all the Yellow Turban warriors turned into ashes, and Zhang Fuyang also disappeared without a trace.

“Although the foundation of the evil cult cultivators is not as good as that of the ancient cultivators of the Immortal Country, this incarnation is not a normal incarnation.

But even so, relying on all kinds of magical powers and magic weapons, he was able to fight me for so long without falling into a disadvantage. "

Yi Ling looked in one direction of the magical space.

the other side.

Zhang Fuyang's face changed slightly.

He had not expected that the distance covered by “so close yet so far away” was only this small.

He no longer wanted to fight Yi Ling. He had done his best for the White Lotus Sect, so there was no need for him to risk his life for them.

When fighting against Yi Ling, I couldn't hit him at all, and he would always launch all kinds of powerful combination attacks or use all kinds of secret spells on me without my knowledge.

Just like now, he didn't know when countless spell marks appeared on his body, and the increasing gravity made him feel like he was being pulled by a mountain range.

The evil cultivators in the Immortal Kingdom have always been known for their powerful magic powers. Even if the opponent is only at the foundation-building stage, one's own magic power is probably no match for the opponent. If one is hunted down by the opponent when the magic power is exhausted, given the opponent's endless means, it is a bit frightening to think about it.

When Zhang Fuyang was about to fly away.

In a trance, a bald girl appeared in front of him.

The bald girl held a long rosary in her left hand.

When he appeared in front of Zhang Fuyang.

Hands together,

"Amitabha!"

The bald girl's movements seemed extremely slow in Zhang Fuyang's eyes, but he knew it was an illusion. His "Escape Technique" was so fast at the moment that from the time the girl appeared to the time she completed a series of movements, he had not even moved a step.

Before Zhang Fuyang could do anything.

He found that his body had been firmly bound by the rosary, and his spiritual power was completely imprisoned by the rosary.

Zhang Fuyang widened his eyes.

He knew the girl who had been following Yi Ling, and he also knew that her cultivation level was probably at the level of a spirit being transformed. However, he did not expect that he, who was born in the Taiping Sect, would be caught by her at the first sight. The magical powers fixed on her and the various magic weapons she carried did not move at all. This was simply outrageous. Yi Ling flew in from a distance.

"Buddha!"

Wuming bowed eleven times to Yi Linghe.

Yi Ling said:

"What a pity. I wanted to play with him again. He is quite interesting. He can use the magical powers and spells of a god, but his own cultivation is not a true god, so he poses no threat to me at all."

"Should we let him go then?"

"No need, just kill him."

Zhang Fuyang was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die. He had just been promoted to the God Transformation Realm and had not yet become famous, but he was humiliated by these two women. He listened to the two women's words, and they didn't even have him in their eyes. He couldn't help but said:
"Don't be so proud, this is just my incarnation, you..."

When Zhang Fuyang was about to say something, the rosary beads that bound him were twitched, instantly crushing his body and soul together.

Wuming put away his rosary beads,

"This person is indeed an incarnation. Now, we can track him down based on the connection between the incarnation and the original body. Do you want to go over?"

Yi Ling thought about it,
“No need, let’s leave the three evil cults to Cheng Ziyan.

How's the thing I asked you to do?"

"We have already done."

"Very well, let's go."

At this time, a green ox flew over, Yi Ling rode on the green ox, Wuming followed, and the two men and the ox quickly disappeared into the sky.

After a long time, Fu Suqing's figure appeared in the sky, and with her appeared several mummies.

It can be seen that there are countless silk threads on the mummies that are constantly being pulled out and disappearing into the air.

Fu Suqing looked around, pondered for a moment, and flew away.

Within the magical space of the long river of destiny.

The incarnation who looked like an old woman killed the last White Lotus guardian who attacked her, and looked at the figure of Bai Lian. There was no longer the previous indifference in his eyes, and only deep fear remained.

Who could have thought that the other party's magical power could actually control the White Lotus Guardian, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, like a puppet.

Now, there are only three people left in this magical space.

The two Bailian sisters and the old woman.

Bai Lian had a faint smile on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes, her gaze was cold.

Because she already knew that not only had her parents been killed by the other party, but her souls had also been refined into a ghost weapon to be used against her.

Although Bai Lian's feelings for her parents are not as deep as when she was a child, she does not want to see them die, or even have their souls rest in peace after death.

At this moment, Bai Lian's eyes were deep.

The murderous intent in her heart was no longer directed solely at the White Lotus Sect.

Her parents were in the provincial capital. If she had no official connection, it would have been impossible for the White Lotus Sect to kill her parents quietly and then refine their souls.

Bai Lian has decided that when she finds out the truth, even if the other party has a great relationship, she will definitely kill all the clans of those who participated in the murder of her parents.

the other side.

Bai He's eyes were calm, but her expression seemed a little anxious.
"Elder, the White Lotus Seal of the Lotus Sutra has no effect on her. What should we do now?"

How to do?
The old woman also wanted to know. All her attacks had failed. Moreover, now she couldn't leave even if she wanted to, because there was an invisible force that imprisoned her soul in this space. If she forced to leave, her soul would be torn apart.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look up at the somewhat dilapidated stone gate in the sky.

If it weren't for that magical treasure, I would be so helpless.

"There is no other way. Can the Immortal Mother come?"

Ok?
Bai He, who originally had an anxious expression, suddenly looked cold.

Bai Lian didn't know what would happen to her if she was possessed by the Virgin of No Birth, but she was dead for sure.

She had just become a Nascent Soul and had not yet enjoyed her life, so how could she easily lose her life?

"how?

You don't want to?"

The old woman's face turned cold. The White Lotus Saint was not a Buddhist. As long as there were enough resources, the Saint could be manufactured on an assembly line and was not valuable.

Seeing the threatening look in the old woman's eyes, Bai He was angry in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She pretended to be fanatical and said to the old woman:

"I am extremely honored to be the Dharmakāya of the Immortal Mother, but I still need the elders to help me stop her. I am going to invite the Immortal Mother to descend."

"Time is running out, hurry up."

Bai Lian looked at the two of them, especially Bai He, and frowned slightly. She could not see the end of the other party's fate. In simple terms, the other party's death had not yet come.

Seeing what the other party wanted to do, Bai Lian put away his distracting thoughts and activated the Gate of Destiny to attack forcefully.

At this moment, the old woman released a green lotus magic weapon, and a green light shone towards the white lotus.

Bai Lian’s mind moved.

The Gate of Destiny swallowed the green light and then shot it towards the opponent again. The opponent blocked it with a magic weapon and then created a light shield.

Before Bai Lian could drive the Gate of Destiny again to launch a more powerful attack.

In the dark, a grand will descended upon this magical space.

Bai Lian looked over and saw Bai He covered by a beam of white light, with a look of pain on his face.

Bai Lian frowned.

Just then, she heard Bai He's voice.

"Defy fate and change destiny - transplant flowers and trees!"

In an instant, the old woman's figure replaced Bai He's figure and appeared in the light column.

"How dare you, bitch!"

The old woman was horrified. Before she could do anything, white light filled her body and made her confused.

(End of this chapter)