The true disciples kept quiet out of fear, and no one dared to step forward to help. Even Wan Jianfeng, who was not afraid of death, let go of the hilt of his sword. A kind of terror that surpassed death stopped him in his tracks. Novels
It was like facing a bottomless abyss. Even the bravest warrior would stop in his tracks. This had nothing to do with cowardice. It was completely out of instinct, because the abyss was unconquerable. One couldn't even stare at it for too long. Otherwise, one would have the illusion that the abyss was staring at them.
The soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion were at a loss after losing the enemy. They had finally killed their way through the enemy's formation and arrived in front of the 12 Citadel Demon Annihilation Formation. But what should they do next?
Without a new order, they couldn't do anything to those towering pillars.
As the blood-red swirl in the sky receded, the power bestowed upon them by the Asura realm receded like the tide, making them feel deeply exhausted. They felt like they could no longer endure this set of armour. As a matter of fact, if it were not for their unity and their tenacious willpower, most of them would have collapsed on the ground like the demonfolk.
A wave of despair spread like a plague. They had already obeyed military orders and followed their general to fight to the death, but were they still unable to achieve victory?
The man they had placed all their hopes on seemed to have lost the strength to resist. In the vast sea of people, someone let out a desolate cry, "General!"
The hilt slipped from Li Qingshan's hand. At this moment, he felt so lonely.
He hadn't given up yet, but his arm was completely twisted, accompanied by unprecedented pain.
It even far surpassed the hellish pain he had experienced in the past. Every time he thought that the pain had reached its peak, those huge forked logs would further fork, increasing in number by countless times, penetrating and tearing every bone and every blood vessel.
The Asura's Undying Body seemed to have become the source of the pain. A normal person would have gone mad, and even a cultivator with a strong will would probably want to die.
There was great terror between life and death. Li Qingshan was no exception. He was scared to death and in pain.
And the ironic thing was, at times like this. The flow of time had always been abnormally slow, allowing him to clearly distinguish every trace of fear and pain. He could not help but complain, "Why do I have to suffer like this?" He would also feel regret, "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have come. Let these bastards die!"
But when this thought flashed through his mind, he couldn't help but laugh. He laughed at himself for being a mortal after all.
However, when that smile appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Bi 'an's eyes narrowed, and she was a little stunned. "He's smiling?"
In those crimson eyes, there was no hatred or anger. In the abyss of fear, he silently endured the pain, still absorbing the power from the boundless earth bit by bit, injecting it into this broken body. Then, he used his flesh and blood to break the giant trees and branches.
Kacha … Kacha … These densely packed sounds caused everyone's scalp to go numb, and the true disciples widened their eyes. It was as if he was looking at a monster.
Just Now, when he gave up on defense and attacked in a frenzy, they were already shocked. Now, their feelings were simply indescribable.
Ying Zhe also felt a shiver run down his spine. He suddenly realized that Tu Wancheng's defeat was not a coincidence. His opponent was not someone that anyone could defeat.
"Where did this kid come from? He's even more like the Demon Emperor than the Demon Emperor. There's no way the Myriad Appearance Sect could cultivate such a disciple. Wait, he … he can't be the legendary person chosen by the Demon Realm, right? "
Li Qingshan continued to struggle in a very ugly manner. Even if he died in battle here, even if he could not make it to the Nine Heavens, he would not let this life of his down. As long as he was alive, even if it was only for a split second. He had to continue forward.
A thought flashed through Bi 'an's head, This is far too strange. Perhaps he really is the legendary person! Then he became even more vicious. "A dead legend isn't a legend!"
"Release him!" An extremely furious voice rang out. The pale-white sea of fire burned away the corpses of a million demonfolk. The flames gathered towards a set of crystalline white bones in the sky.
The flames that were originally silent now surged violently, like the flames of endless fury.
"You're still bold enough to come out!" Bi 'an was rather surprised. Since when had the path of white bones become so loyal and loyal?
Little Ann said nothing. The flames condensed into a pale-white bone claw, reaching towards Bi 'an viciously.
It illuminated the world, turning it pale. The Samādhi Flames of White Bone condensed from the corpses of several million demonfolk condensed into the bone claw. It was even larger than Bi 'an himself. The claw was basically earth-shaking.
"If you had undergone the fifth heavenly tribulation, you might have posed some threat." Bi 'an was unfazed. With a wave of his hand, the bone claw collapsed layer by layer before dispersing back into regular Samādhi Flames of White Bone.
Just like Tu Wancheng, Little Ann had yet to attain Situohan Fruit, so she struggled to control the Samādhi Flames of White Bone condensed from the corpses of several million demonfolk. If she were dealing with regular Demon Kings, she would obviously be able to kill them with a single swipe, but she was rather powerless against Bi 'an's avatar.
"Hmm?" The flames dispersed. Bi 'an was about to kill her as well, but she suddenly discovered several dozen vicious Skeleton Demons on the ground charging towards the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous, the totem pole that belonged to her.
As it turned out, she also understood that it was impossible for her to threaten Bi 'an. The bone claw was only a diversion. The key was still to destroy the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous.
"What cunning, but it's a pity that it's useless." Bi 'an pressed down again, and huge, black logs shot through the air, crushing every single Skeleton Demon. She dodged several times, but she was still struck by a huge log. Her sternum shattered, and she fell out of the air.
The abbot Yangon finally discovered the white skeleton successor he had been searching for so long, but he was surprised by her fury. He gazed at the white skeleton in the sky before looking at Li Qingshan and suddenly understood something. He stood up and chanted the Great Clarity Mantra. The Wisdom King possessed him, and he rushed into the air, swinging his sword at Bi 'an. "Demon subduing!"
Bi 'an squinted his eyes slightly. "Damned bald donkey, you're bold enough to throw your life away. You want to go to the Western Paradise? I'll disperse your soul, and you'll never be able to reincarnate again! "
He grabbed him in his hand and crushed him to pieces. Right when he was about to completely erase his existence, a beam of buddhist light descended from above, enveloping Bi 'an's hand and dispersing it silently, revealing the abbot's soul inside. It glowed with faint light.
Auspicious clouds surged in the sky, and the chanting of buddhist scriptures could be heard. It seemed close yet unreachable, enough to make people yearn for it.
Bi 'an said sternly, "Guided Buddhist Light!"
This Buddhist light originated from the Western Paradise, and was personally guided by Gautama Buddha. However, it was not something an ordinary monk could enjoy.
He suddenly realized that he was not the only observer.
The abbot put his palms together and said with a peaceful expression, "Qingshan, I can only help you this much. You have a compassionate heart and are fated to be with Buddha, so you'll definitely have an extraordinary fate." He then revealed a hint of compassion. "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. I understand this principle. The world is not a pure land, and all living beings are foolish and stubborn, but they are worth sacrificing for. Namo Amitabha! "(To be continued.)
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