Fuji Avenue

Chapter 377 Living Funeral

([-]) 【Live funeral】

After the woman in the yellow skirt appeared, she turned around in mid-air, and a faint light left her hand, sprinkled into the formation, and sprinkled into the surrounding light balls.

"Dear fellows,"

She floated in mid-air and sat down cross-legged.

There was a soft light floating on her face, making it difficult for people to see her face clearly, and she had an inviolable aura of her own.

The coercion in her body is hidden but not revealed, but just by her calm and composed posture in front of the ancestors who have enlightened to the Tao, it is known that she is also a great power at the enlightened level.

A dignified voice sounded:
"Today, for the sake of the peace of this world, for the sake of Hongran's thousands of monks, and for the sake of the common people in the world, please go all out and give everything you have!"

Most of the low-level disciples in the lower formation were panicked when they heard this.

What is liver and brain paint.

What does it mean to do everything you can.

It is clear that this formation is fatal.

One sentence made everyone turn pale with fright, and they didn't know how to protect themselves.

The top of your head is full of people who cover the sky with one hand. They tell you to die at the fifth watch, who dares to survive until the third watch?

The nun in the yellow skirt stopped talking, and remained silent for a long time in mid-air, as if she was observing a group of low-ranking monks.

The atmosphere suddenly became lifeless, mournful and desperate.

It was like a funeral for a living person.

Her sleeves were lightly shining, and a yellow light shone like moonlight, covering every corner of the hall.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the hall shook violently.

There seems to be an earth dragon stirring violently in the ground.

The formation has finally started!
In the main hall, thousands of light masks are shining together.

A group of monks suddenly felt that their physical bodies were no longer under their control, and the inner sea was running on its own, and the mana swayed and moved, following the meridians to the sea of ​​consciousness.

Taking another look, my sea-suppressing beast supernatural power has been activated by the magic circle, and the whole person is plunged into chaos.

On the mask of the formation, there are all kinds of strange scenes staged one after another...

([-]) [Re-Entry]

The same is true.

The shackles on Bi Fei's body were untied at some point.

Mana is running uncontrollably.

"It's finally here!" His heart shuddered, and he pulled himself together, knowing whether he could survive death, all in one fell swoop.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the pale yellow scroll flickered faintly, and the illusion of "Disaster to the Soul" circulated in the mind, and it seemed that a faint impression was stripped from the mind, left the body, and gently attached to the mask above.

A dreamlike picture began to play out in my mind.

[Disaster to the Soul] The advanced power appears again, and Buer's whole body seems to be wrapped in spiritual consciousness, like a bird flying into an illusion.

Looking at it again, I was taken aback.

It turned out that the scene that I had glimpsed in the illusion in the past came again!
——I saw, this blue sky and white sun, that bright universe.

To the west of Dunhuang, the city of a thousand towers.

Several miles outside the city, the two armies faced each other.

The army array is like a mountain, mighty and mighty.

The horn is like thunder, earth-shattering.

The cylinder is the eye, and the cone angle sits.

Mountain trolls, covering the sky and the sun.

Buer still remembers that day in the illusion, he turned into a spirit bird and flew to the front of the two armies.

Only a little closer, a cold snort came from the horned demon formation, and a purple horned demon looked at him.

Immediately, a black light shot out, stinging his nerves, and the phantom formation also collapsed.

At this moment, he was flying like a bird again, and flew towards the confrontation between the two armies—he recalled the last time he was in danger, he felt trembling all over, and subconsciously wanted to go back, but how could he decide now?

The next moment, the purple horned demon who had fought before turned around to look at it, but it was startled first, and quickly lowered its head and closed its eyes, but it was already too late.

Seemingly an invisible wave swayed towards it, the Purple Horned Demon trembled and fell to the ground, turning into a phantom and disappearing in an instant...

No two, it is still a bird flying in the sky, watching all kinds of scenes of the two armies facing each other, but no one else disturbs them.

By this time, the magic circle had been running for some time.

A group of low-level monks took out panacea one after another to make up for the lack of mana.

But I don't want to, the spiritual energy in the magic circle flows back in, a steady stream, making up for every loss, without any loss.

Some people have calmed down—if that's the case, wouldn't they be fatal?

([-]) [Phantom Game]

Above the magic circle, the female cultivator in yellow skirt looked down at the scene of thousands of light curtains below, her eyes swung around, but she looked at Bu Er's side, her beautiful eyes opened, and she seemed to have gained a lot.

Immediately, he pointed his finger at Buer's side.

Immediately, the mask of Bu Er burst into light, and the light curtain also rotated rapidly.

As for Bu Er, before watching the first battle, he suddenly felt a huge suction force coming from the magic circle, and a lot of mana surged rapidly - the replenished aura in the magic circle could no longer keep up with the consumption.

In an instant, the mana in the Inner Sea was emptied, and the bottom of the Inner Sea swayed suddenly, and the source of cultivation showed signs of loosening, and some overflowed in the blink of an eye.

He was startled suddenly, knowing that something bad had happened.

——Like the hazy scene I saw in the illusion before, how can I force myself to observe the future without moving the source?

He quickly took out a Life Origin Pill from his bosom and swallowed it.

Swallowing the elixir into the stomach, it turned into a wisp of fresh air and dived into the bottom of the inner sea, replacing the true source and going straight out—this Shengyuan elixir was originally a substitute for what was in the box. Guan Shouyuan is long-lived, and he doesn't want to lose even one iota.

At the moment when Qing Qi was on the top, the nun in the yellow skirt rode the formation through the air, and the aura in the formation rushed towards the unerring tide like a flood.Only the danger of the origin can be solved.

Only then did Bu Er breathe a sigh of relief, and secretly said in his heart: "The world of practice is where the weak eat the strong, the winner is king, and the survivor is king. I have understood this truth for a long time, but I just heard a sentence in the future. I just think about it." , there are the rules of the clan alliance, and there are big sects and big sects that are powerful in all directions, so no one can be unscrupulous and unscrupulous. Today, I have gained a lot of knowledge. Why did these great monks who have enlightened the Dao state put the lives of low-level monks like me in their eyes? ? You can't rely on the sky and the earth, and relying on the rules of the clan alliance is like a phantom. When things come to an end, only your own ability and brain are real, and you have to rely on yourself for everything."

Just as he was thinking, the picture in his mind suddenly changed.

He, a flying bird, suddenly appeared in a vast and boundless world full of red.

Look again, there are five people floating in the sky.

Among the five people, four of them were unfamiliar with each other.

The other person was wearing a yellow dress, and his face was also covered by the mist. It looked very similar to the woman who had just appeared above the magic circle.

Just relying on feeling, I feel that there is only one person in nine out of ten.

The demon had black horns on his head, was completely naked, and his face was unclear. He stood like a tiger among the five people.

"what?"

In a certain ball of light, Yun Hefeng seemed to have noticed the scene here, "Look, everyone!"

In the 31 light spheres, a group of Taoist monks cast their eyes on this place...

Xiuxiu hesitated, looked down, and saw that the black-horned demon was covering Buer's mask with a cruel smile on his face, and then whispered a Horn language—she could hear clearly, it was exactly the sentence "war!" stop!"

Then, there were some broken, fragmented, messy, and strange pictures, as if something was disturbing the laws of heaven and earth, and the chaos became chaos.

Of course Xiuxiu couldn't understand the situation.

But the Dao Enlightenment cultivators present seemed to see something from it.

Especially the characters who are in the fantasy battle situation - [Lingshan Shenyue, Baiyun Thick Soil, Miaoshou] five.

—Everyone held their breath and concentrated, lest they miss a moment.

After Black Horn said "Fight over", Buerjue's mana consumption increased sharply, and the origin of the inner sea shook violently.

He scolded the nun in the yellow skirt in his heart, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment, took out the small bottle, and put the Shengyuan Pills into his mouth one by one.

It's heartache again - it takes a lot of military power to get this Shengyuan Pill, and the savings in the past few years will be exhausted.

It's frightening again - if it continues like this, the elixir will be exhausted, and the source will be activated, and his life will be over!

([-]) [Life and Death Sacrifice]

Bu'er was in shock, but the nun in the yellow skirt also saw Bu'er's precarious situation.

She thought to herself: "This kid has powerful supernatural powers, and he can also withstand high-level illusions. If he is exhausted to death now, it is really unsatisfactory to find someone to replace him. Besides, with his strength alone , although the supernatural powers are powerful, the illusion of evolution is only fragmented, which is really a bit of a waste.”

But asking the nun in the yellow skirt to help herself, she was absolutely unwilling.

This is too detrimental to the luck of the Tao - just like the way of Anji to help the world that she upholds in her heart, she vowed to help the world, but Anji is ahead.

Another example is the magic circle on the soles of the feet, she only needs to run it, and ask the magic circle to do the deduction, so it still feels that the division is not clear enough.

After thinking for a while, he immediately pinched his fingers and changed formation. Thousands of low-level monks present suddenly felt a huge suction rushing in. Their mana, consciousness, and even the mysteries of supernatural powers all rushed to the mask, and then to a certain place in the field. moved away.

As the fighting skills on the non-duer light curtain become clearer and more coherent, the power absorbed becomes more powerful.

Soon, someone found that their inner sea was about to be sucked dry, and the sea of ​​consciousness was also empty. They had a splitting headache and were extremely weak. They took out a lot of pills to replenish mana, but they couldn't keep up with the speed of the deficit.

What followed was that the origin of the inner sea was absorbed and exhausted.

His expression was terrified and ferocious.

The body begins to age, wrinkles appear, and hair turns gray.

Aging and failure seem to be just a momentary thing.

When the source is completely exhausted, people have become a shriveled mass of skin and bones.

His limbs struggled slowly, his face full of unwillingness and despair.

The painful journey is not over yet.

The pattern of magic circle on the sole of the foot flashed white light suddenly, and the pattern changed again in a trance.

The color also changed, and the bloody light diffused from the soles of the feet.

In the next moment, the shriveled flesh exploded instantly, turning into a pool of blood mist, which was completely absorbed by the mask that originally enveloped the person.

A shallow, faint incantation spoke, and then stopped after a while.

A ray of ghost floated over the formation, and it seemed that a bloody mouth opened in the dark, swallowing the ghost.

The Dao enlightened monks present all felt a trace of heaven's resentment fade away, like a key to unlock it - it can be seen that exploring the secrets of the heavens really brings harm to the sky, and the death of the prophet and the disappearance of the Tao are the only way to resolve the damage.

The spell gradually stopped.

The sound faded away, the mask disappeared, and the lines on the soles of the feet also disappeared.

There was only an empty stone slab left in the original place, as if it had gone through the whole process of life and death sacrifices, and only the scene of the deceased struggling to death was left, which was still replaying in the minds of the bystanders over and over again...

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In the past few days after the Chinese New Year, there are so many things to do, it seems that the tasks of the year have to be arranged in these few days.

After staying up at night for five or six days in a row, I almost rest at two or three o'clock every day, which is really miserable.

After complaining so much, of course it was for the recommendation ticket-I found that my skin was getting thicker and thicker.

Updates are so slow and so few, you dare to ask for recommendation tickets, you dare to ask for this or that, Wen Dao hand to you is really shameless.

I scolded myself, save your mouth... okay?
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