The glaze Buddha Light and the pitch-black Devil Qi changed several times in an instant. In the end, the filth gained the upper hand. The entire mummy turned black and was surrounded by black light. The intent of killing and blood rushed to the Vital Spirit and the Devil Qi was extremely terrifying!
However, most of its breath was used to resist the glaze Buddha Light. It was much weaker than before and seemed to be only slightly stronger than Bluecloud Progenitor.
Seeing this change, Mengqi and the others knew that there was no turning back. Fear, heaviness, and fear rose in their hearts. However, they were also experienced in life and death situations. They were fearful but not panicked. They made prompt decisions without hesitation.
Ruan Yushu spat a mouthful of Blood Essence on the Phoenix-perching Zither. The zither glowed and floated in front of her.
Her expression was cold and focused. Her hands slowly stroked.
Above the Ninth Heaven, a clear and sonorous chirp sounded. It penetrated the clouds, split the Devil Qi, and tore apart the Buddha Light. It went straight to the bottom of one's heart. Even if hundreds of birds sang together, it would not be as wonderful. It was a feeling that could not be described with words.
The mummy, which had just suppressed the Buddha Light and was about to make a move, suddenly trembled. Wisps of Devil Qi spurted out and dissipated.
It stopped in place as if it was listening to the chirp.
Mengqi restrained all his fear, uneasiness, and dread. His heart was as calm as still water. Reflecting the surroundings, he swung his saber.
He did not choose to activate the Buddha's Lamp. This was different from the last time he chanted sutras to expiate the Luohan. At that time, there was a Buddha horizontal board with the words "Big Leiyin Temple". The lamp was almost destroyed and was only at the level of the Exterior. Even if it could help the Buddha Light, it seemed that it could not suppress the Devil Qi. He could only hurt the evil spirit first and dispel part of the Devil Qi.
At this moment, he forgot everything else and the possible consequences. Even the undulating ground and twisted plants between him and the mummy disappeared from his heart lake. All his attention was on the evil spirit.
With the help of this Qi movement and the existence of the evil spirit, the dark ground, twisted plants, and everything else around him were outlined in Mengqi's heart world. It was exactly the same as what he saw with his own eyes. However, there was an inexplicable feeling.
Under the great pressure, all the accumulated gains from the past were transformed into something that belonged to Mengqi. His Kung Fu entered a new realm.
Boom! His innate eighth orifice opened. The brewing of his life force and the transformation of his Essence Qi seemed to have transformed into a huge wheel that spun madly, causing his true qi and his psychic power to break through the shackles and reach a higher level!
Once the Qianyin Aperture acupoint was opened, the impurities in the body had another channel to discharge. Vitality was brewing around the impurities, hiding the beginning of the mystery of the womb and the mystery of refining energy into Qi. It was becoming more and more similar to nature, indescribably mysterious!
The power of the heavens trembled eight times on the spot, like eight high-speed blades slashing through the air. Purple lightning overflowed and transformed into a berserk dragon.
A dense fog suddenly rose in the surroundings, dark clouds gathered, streaks of silver-white lightning leaped inside, rolling thunder reverberated.
Rumble!
With a thunderous roar, Mengqi slashed out with his saber for the last time, causing the airflow to collapse. The surrounding vitality, moisture, and lightning all gathered in front of the saber!
Rumble!
Dazzling bolts of lightning and incessant thunderstorms seemed to be harmonizing with Mengqi's saber momentum. Huge raindrops poured down, splashing water mist.
With a crackling sound, countless lightning bolts gathered and transformed into a huge dragon, mixing with the purple lightning. It was almost overwhelming!
Tiny electric snakes flashed around, smashing the Devil Qi and dispersing the Buddha's Light. The black ground was scorched, and the plants of the Demonic World vanished into thin air.
Rumble!
The purple berserk dragon pounced on the mummy with crushing momentum.
Half a beat later than Mengqi, Qi Zhengyan also displayed the Thousand-mile Ice and activated the Dragon Stripe Golden Sword.
The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and layers of black gas froze, turning into a layer of ice like a clear black gem.
The falling raindrops condensed into snow, flying all over the sky like goose feathers. A ray of cold light, like a hornless dragon, pounced on the mummy, freezing everything in its path.
At the same time, Zhao Heng took out a small yellow seal with three five-clawed golden dragons coiled on it. It was noble and dignified, as if no evil could invade it.
The small seal was activated and turned into the size of a millstone. The three golden dragons seemed to have a life of their own, circling around the seal. The yellow light spread out, and the black ground nearby turned brown, removing the filth.
Jiang Zhiwei was half a beat slower than them. She was expressionless, forgetting friends and enemies, forgetting victory and defeat, forgetting death, and using the Anatta Sword.
The world became darker, making the sword light even more beautiful. It seemed to be able to cut through everything, including layers of obstacles, dangers, life and death, and the Devil Qi and Buddha's Light.
The Sword Qi surged, and the ground sensed the Qi, leaving a deep mark. Plants flew up, and the cut was smooth. A boulder-like hill was directly split open!
They were all doing their best, deliberately attacking at different levels!
Mengqi's spirit was gone, and his seven apertures were bleeding, but he couldn't divert his attention to use the Sacrifice Formula. There was only the blade and the devil in his heart!
The huge and terrifying purple dragon pounced on the mummy. Crackling sounds were heard, dispersing much of the Devil Qi.
But at this time, the mummy had already broken free from the Ninth Heaven Phoenix Cry. It clenched its right fist and punched Mengqi's blade as if it had mastered some kind of rule.
With this punch, the surroundings became dark, as if all the light had been absorbed. Nothing else could be seen. Countless twisted shadows appeared and pounced on the purple thunder.
Boom!
The thunder exploded, and Mengqi flew backward, blood spurting out of his mouth. The faint golden glow on his body dimmed and shattered, and he fell heavily to the ground.
If the mummy hadn't just broken free from the influence of the zither and couldn't use its full strength, this punch would have sent the long blade in Mengqi's right hand flying and shattered his bones.
Crackling, the Devil Qi dissipated a lot, and it became more difficult to suppress the Buddha's Light.
There were no wounds on the mummy. It was as black as before, like a demon god.
The chill was overwhelming. Layers of Devil Qi solidified, freezing the mummy in a layer of ice.
The sword will pierced through and was about to slash its body.
The mummy suddenly raised its left hand, which turned pitch-black and blocked the Sword Qi just in time.
Pa!
The sword qi was damaged, and the freezing intent became stronger, but there was no mark on the mummy's palm!
Creak, creak, creak. An obvious crack appeared in the layer of ice. The small yellow seal descended like a mountain, hitting the mummy's head.
Bang! The mummy was affected by the ice and the sword qi, so it couldn't dodge. The layer of ice on its head broke, and it took the hit.
The yellow light shone brightly, and three golden dragons drilled into the mummy's body.
"Ah!" The mummy let out a shrill cry, and a bloody mark appeared on its forehead. Devil Qi spewed out and tore the golden dragons apart.
The Buddha's Light became much stronger, but it still couldn't regain control.
The sword light that seemed to be able to cut and pierce through everything arrived. It shocked the Vital Spirit and locked on to the glabella.
Suddenly, the mummy's body became transparent, and it turned into countless black shadows that scattered in all directions. The Sword of the Sun-Penetrating Rainbow only hit a few of them, and they disappeared.
Countless black shadows danced in the air, and they gathered again, pouncing on Zhao Heng.
Crack, crack, crack. Many things on Zhao Heng's body were damaged. They were either bright yellow or red, and they blocked the black shadows.
The black shadows were terrifying, and the many lights seemed to only be able to block them for a second.
A long dragon roar sounded, vast and boundless, shaking the Demonic World. Ruan Yushu played the 12 Magical Sounds of Langhuan again. His eyes lost their light, and he fainted.
The surrounding Devil Qi rolled outward, as if it was avoiding the dragon roar. The black shadows stopped where they were, as if they wanted to crawl.
Mengqi gritted his teeth and activated the Sacrifice Formula. His Energy, Qi, Spirit, and Will reached the peak again, and the Flowing Fire in his left hand was fully activated.
His right hand was still numb, and he could only attack with his sword.
At the same time, he still didn't choose the Buddha's Lamp, because the Devil Qi still had the upper hand. Just now, only Zhao Heng's small yellow seal could be considered to have dissipated part of it.
A beam of fire flew into the sky, and the sword will was pure. It was beautiful, without any fancy moves, and it was full of the Dharma and Logos of Sword Taoism. There were no flames rising around it, and the heat was highly restrained.
The long sword pierced the lifeless black shadow, and a Yin Fire emerged from the bottom of its feet, penetrating every pore. A golden flame with the power of the Heavenly Dragon came down from the glabella.
The two kept burning the Devil Qi, and they grew stronger.
At this moment, a black Devil Flame burst out from the mummy, and like a storm, it instantly swallowed the Yin Fire and the Eight Tribes Sky Dragon Fire.
Then, it split into black shadows again and fled in all directions, dodging Qi Zhengyan's "Thousand Miles of Ice" by a hair's breadth. One of the shadows even pounced on Zhao Heng, taking away much of his Blood Essence and knocking him out.
Zhao Heng had many secret treasures and supreme arts, but it was also because of this that he became the focus of the Exterior-level evil spirit. He had exhausted everything to stay alive.
The difference in strength between the two sides was obvious!
Seeing Ruan Yushu and Zhao Heng unconscious, and Qi Zhengyan on the verge of collapse, with his Energy, Qi, and Spirit exhausted, Mengqi couldn't help but feel despair. He only had ordinary combat strength, and could no longer use Exterior-level moves.
Only Zhiwei still had the strength to attack, but the evil spirit had turned into many black shadows. There was no way to lock on to it, and it couldn't hurt its "vital parts"!
"The little foodie is unconscious, and we can't hit him. He can kill anyone with a casual attack. How can we fight?"
This was the most desperate battle Mengqi had ever experienced. Even against Penbo Erba, his team still had the strength to fight!
He wasn't someone who would lose his fighting spirit at the first sign of despair. Instead, he had the temperament of a man who didn't fear death.
"Even if I die, I'll drag this guy down with me!" "Even if I die, I'll drag this guy down with me!"
"What else can I use?"
"At the cost of my life, I'll use the Sacrifice Formula to activate the Buddha's Lamp?"
"Eh, Mr. Lu's wooden sculpture. I wonder if it can" scare "the evil spirit and create a chance for Zhiwei!"
As soon as the thought came to mind, Mengqi suddenly felt the airflow around him solidify, as if something strange had happened.
He looked over in surprise and saw Jiang Zhiwei standing in the same place with a solemn and determined expression. Her vague figure appeared in the air, as if her Vital Spirit had left her body.
Determination, courage, and no turning back. Such a feeling suddenly rose in Meng Qi's heart.
Jiang Zhiwei's body wielded a long sword, and her Vital Spirit shadow in the air burned rapidly. She also wielded a sword of her mind.
The wind stopped in the air, the rain froze in the sky, and the Devil Qi stopped rolling. Everything was quiet.
The colors seemed to fade, and the black and white became distinct. The scattered black shadows of the evil spirit were like mosquitoes in amber, frozen in place.
Mengqi's mind became slow, and a cry echoed in his heart.
"No!"
This was the Twenty-three Swords Skill, the sword of the heart, the sword of the soul, the sword of the Vital Spirit, and the sword of the sword will. With one stroke, the senses would stop, and all things would freeze. It was unstoppable. When practiced to a high level, it would have the power of "Heaven Emperor Trampling on Time"!
It was an Exterior move, not stronger than the Anatta Sword, but under certain circumstances, it was more useful than the Anatta Sword. There was no stronger, only more suitable!
However, this sword required burning the Vital Spirit and almost giving up one's life to use. It was the glorious light of life!
"Zhiwei … the Chicken-slaying Sword God …" Mengqi's heart was in a frenzy, and his emotions were surging.
"It's okay!" "Using the Twenty-three Swords Skill won't kill me. As long as I hurry up and blow up the passage, I can return to the square. With the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms around, I can definitely be saved!"
He constantly comforted himself.
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