Infinite Sims Chapter 122

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"No dust! What did you do?!"

Zhao Qingyue looked at Wuchen coldly.

Compared with other monks with inadequate realm abilities, she can more clearly feel that spiritual power change, and she is more aware of the serious impact and panic it will cause.

"All sentient beings are suffering, and they are ruthless, but the Buddha only saves those who are destined."

Wuchen puts his hands together, and the voice clearly reaches everyone around him: "Wuchen is not talented, I would like to save all living beings with a small force."

"One of the reasons I hate monks is that you like to play dumb puzzles."

Zhao Qingyue sneered, and raised her right hand slightly.

Thousands of swords light emerged from in front of him, spanning most of the distance in an instant, as if to kill the dust on the spot in one fell swoop.

No dust, no hiding, no avoiding, calmly watching Jianguang.

"Um?"

Zhao Qingyue frowned, and instantly changed the direction of the sword light by casting a spell.

The sword light that almost submerged Wuchen passed through Wuchen like a stroke, but due to the excessive amount, a sword light still touched him.

Without magic weapon protection, without body protection aura, the powerful body trained by the Buddhist monks seemed to have no effect, and the edge of the sword light passed directly through the dust-free left shoulder.

One left arm was cut off all at once.

Accompanied by the flowing blood, his left arm fell into the battlefield below.

"When did the demon girl become so powerful?"

Seeing this scene, Wuyu and others suddenly fell into panic.

They didn't understand why it was the same technique, why they could easily resist it before, but now they had their left arm cut off.

Did Zhao Qingyue hide his strength, or Wuchen gave up resistance.

"Are you humiliating me?"

Although the dust-free left arm was easily cut off, Zhao Qingyue was not at all happy.

The sword intent of the whole body continued to flash and interweave, and a series of terrifying sword intent coercion appeared.

In just an instant, many of the Qi training realms below turned pale, and their bodies were like heavy objects, and they couldn't help but lie on the ground.

"Donor Zhao laughed."

Wuchen shook his head lightly, and said indifferently: "The poor monk is not Zhao Donor's opponent. Whether he resists or not, it is the result of this. What about humiliation?"

"The deity said that he hates you monk who plays riddles the most."

Zhao Qingyue frowned slightly, resisting the idea of ​​making another shot.

Just now, she felt that there was an unknown change in Wuchen's body, and the huge vitality in her body was quickly fading away.

Otherwise, even if he wants to find death, he will at most suppress the magic weapon and the automatic body of magic, but the tyrannical body that has been tempered to carry the magic weapon will never be able to easily break the defense by a sword light, or even be cut off. A whole arm.

Zhao Qingyue knew that in this state, once he shot, he would undoubtedly die.

"A long time ago, the poor monk discovered that power brought only fighting, oppression, and injustice, so the poor monk wanted to make some changes in this world."

There was a bright smile on Wuchen's face, and he explained: “The poor monk has planned for hundreds of years and used the immortal alliance to prepare for nearly a hundred years. He has set up ninety-nine large arrays of dispersing spirits, and today he uses himself as a sacrifice. Yuan, finally activated all the formations."

Zhao Qingyue's face changed slightly, and she blessed her eyes with a spell.

Looking far away from Lingshan, only a golden beam of light rose from the ground and plunged straight into the sky.

"Long Ling Formation?"

Among the thousands of monks below, several of them heard this name, and suddenly revealed a very complicated look, and they kept saying "finished" and "finished" in their mouths.

But more people are still puzzled.

They only knew that Wuchen seemed to have arranged powerful formations and sacrificed himself in it, but they didn't know why those formations were arranged and what effect they would have after activating them.

Desire face is like ashes.

As the number two figure in the Immortal League, he also knows a little about this formation.

At the same time, he also knew that Wuchen had activated the Great Formation as the source of sacrifice, and now he was bound to die. Even if he wanted to save it at this time, it would be impossible to save them.

Originally, I thought that Wuchen wouldn't be able to reverse the situation.

At least he could hold the terrifying demon girl, so that he and the dozen or so immortal alliance gold cores below were scattered and fled, maybe he could find a chance to escape.

But now, this hope is dashed.

Staying here, although you may not be able to live, but if you choose to escape, it's okay if you can't escape. Once there is a possibility of escape, the demon girl will definitely make a move, and there will be only one dead word at that time.

Just taking advantage of the riots.

Qin Tianyu released a few spells as a cover to reduce his spiritual power and hide his figure. He hid in the crowd. At this moment, he dared not reveal a trace of spiritual power.

Because there are several golden cores in the sky, they are constantly sweeping from the surroundings with their divine consciousness.

Obviously, these people have also found him hiding in the crowd. Once he shows his feet, he will be arrested immediately, or even killed directly.

"Ruined, everything about me is ruined."

A look of despair flashed in Qin Tianyu's eyes.

Before coming to this battlefield.

He is also the first person in the younger generation, the proud son of heaven, the son of the fairy alliance, the future lord of the fairy alliance, and the most admired person in the two worlds of cultivation and common customs.

But after coming to this battlefield.

However, within a quarter of an hour, the immortal alliance was on the verge of disintegration, and he was listed for all the crimes, and the master did not know what went crazy to sacrifice himself.

"This is a formation passed down from ancient times."

Wuchen glanced at the bloodless left shoulder, and said his purpose: "Its only function is to instantly destroy the eye of aura, or for a century or a thousand years, there will be no trace of aura in the world."

As soon as this sentence came out, it caused a lot of panic.

"This Absolute Spirit Broken Immortal!"

"When the eye of the spiritual energy is shattered, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will gradually be cut off."

"Impossible, the eyes of aura are invisible and invisible, how could it be destroyed!"

"False, it must be false..."

"Without spiritual energy, how can my generation of cultivators break through the realm, do they all use spiritual stones?"

A sound of frustration, madness, or anger sounded.

Reiki is the foundation of monks.

Destroying the eye of spiritual energy, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth will be unable to be replenished, and then gradually decay, which is equivalent to destroying all the hope of promotion and the possibility of extending life for all cultivators.

This is the tactic of the absolute best, the absolute root of the practitioner.

Compared with the Golden Core Realm, which was already at its peak, and the Qi Refining Realm, which had not yet been practiced, the Foundation-Building Realm cultivator felt endless anger after learning about this.

In their lifetime, they may have the opportunity to advance to the Golden Core Realm, doubling their lifespan.

But now the eyes of spiritual energy are shattered, unless they can lavishly use spiritual stones to cultivate, otherwise they will no longer be promoted to the golden core.

"Come on and destroy those formations!"

"Leader, we have no grievances and no grudges, why are you harming me?"

"This bald donkey uses himself as the source of sacrifice. Killing him, maybe killing him will restore the eyes of spiritual energy!"

"Dust-free bald donkey, why don't you die?"

The angry voices followed one after another, and many people looked at Wuchen, more like an enemy who killed his father and seized his wife.

Wuchen was unaffected, and patiently explained: "The Eye of Reiki has been destroyed. Even if all the formations are destroyed now, it will not have any effect. As for the life of the poor monk, even if you don't take it, you won't be able to live long. ."

Zhao Qingyue looked at all this calmly, her eyes a little complicated.

She had already arrived at the top of this world, and she was ready to deal with this matter, and then went to the Land of Absolute Immortals to fight for that gleam of vitality. Even if the aura of this world disappeared and the path of cultivation was completely cut off, it would not affect her in any way.

She just feels worthless for this hundred years of preparation.

Many killer moves have not yet appeared, and the enemies she has been thinking about for a hundred years have already gone to a dead end on their own.

"No dust, take your life!"

"You cut off our path of practice, we want your life!"

The crowd below heard loud shouts, many magic weapons and killing techniques blasted out, and they wanted to directly submerge the dust without the intention of resistance.

Faced with such a sudden move, Zhao Qingyue wanted to take protection, but it was too late.

"Amitabha."

Wuchen stood on his chest with one hand, calmly welcoming the impending death.

Seeing that he was about to be swallowed, a turquoise phantom flashed quickly, whether it was a magic weapon or a killing spell, it fell from the air like a heavy blow.

The spells dissipated directly, the magic weapons and magic weapons were greatly lost, and many of them collapsed into fragments.

The turquoise phantom stopped, quietly floating in the air.

"sword?"

Zhao Qingyue came back to his senses and found that it was actually a green flying sword.

Unlike the magic weapon, which can be seen at a glance, this flying sword has a restrained aura and no depth.

The foundation-building cultivator who did just now did not give up, and was about to do it again, but was strongly suppressed by several Jindan cultivators and died.

This powerful shot also immediately suppressed the commotion caused by the destruction of the Eye of Spiritual Energy.

"Little Sword Sword!"

Nie Xian'er was only curious about it, but when he saw Feijian, his eyes were faintly bright.

Even after so many years, she still remembered the natal spirit sword that treated herself like her eldest brother and father. She thought she would only see it again after entering the land of absolute immortality, but she didn't want it to appear here.

"Alas?"

Wuchen looked at Feijian not far from him, and felt a strange sense of familiarity for some reason.

He found that the breath of this flying sword originated from the same source as Nie Xian'er, so he looked at Nie Xian'er on the fighting platform below and asked: "Sister Nie, is this your sword?"

Zhao Qingyue looked suspiciously, and motioned the surrounding Jindan monks to disperse, avoiding the situation just now.

She also had a similar feeling to Wuchen, but the familiarity was even weaker.

"What do you want to do?"

Liu Zirou showed her little tiger teeth and looked at Wuchen ferociously.

She remembered very clearly that Xian'er didn't have the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power just now, and the flying sword in the sky could not be hers, it must be this person who wanted to instigate the discord!

"It's my sword."

Nie Xian'er didn't think so much, first nodded, but soon shook his head again.

Without waiting to ask, she explained: "This is my natal spirit sword, but I have lost contact with me since I was six, and I have only seen it now."

"I know you didn't do it."

In this regard, Wuchen is not unexpected.

Although his own vitality is constantly passing by, I can still clearly feel that the familiar feeling is by no means Nie Xian'er, that is to say, there is another person who controls Feijian.

"Don't look for it, it's me."

Seeing Wuchen, it seemed that he still wanted to find a sword-man. Jiang Ren controlled the body he occupied and quickly flew out of the crowd.

After waiting for a long time, the evenly matched battle between you and me has not started, but has witnessed the beginning of the Age of Doom.

If I had known so long ago.

Jiang Ren vowed that he would poke a few holes in Wuchen's body for the first time to calm him down.

"Brother Aotian?"

Liu Houde, who was monitoring the cultivator of the Immortal League below, showed a little confusion in his eyes.

"Fang...Fang trustworthy!"

Yu Fan in the stands was already dizzy by what happened in a short period of time.

Seeing Jiang Ren now, he immediately woke up.

It's impossible for him to admit his mistake with this face, because the day before he was sent to Misty Academy, he specifically went to see Fang Shouxin, who had been ruined and turned into a beggar, and even humiliatingly told the other party to get under his crotch. , And said that this would spare the other family of three.

Finally, when Fang Shouxin really got under his crotch, he certainly wouldn't fulfill his promise, but mocked a few words again, and left with a big grudge and laughed.

These two months.

Whenever Yu Fan was in a bad mood, he would recall that angry and helpless face, and his mood soon recovered.

It is also because of this that all the details of his opponent's trustworthy face are clearly remembered, and it is absolutely impossible to admit mistakes.

In order not to be discovered.

Yu Fan quickly buried his head between his knees, praying continuously in his heart.

He didn't know why Fang Shouxin became a monk, and why he could possess the strength of the Golden Core Realm, but he knew that if he was seen by the opponent, he would definitely die.

"Blood demon! He is a blood demon!"

Several exclamations came from the crowd.

When Jiang Ren took out the sword, he had removed all the disguise, because there was no need to hide it.

Hearing that someone found out that he was a Gorefiend, in order to applaud their good eyesight, he smiled mildly at those who made the sound.

But in the eyes of those few people, it was terrifying.

Suddenly bowed his head and shrank, his body trembling, and he hated why his mouth was so cheap.

"Little Sword..."

Nie Xian'er saw Jiang Ren's body and was a little at a loss.

With the appearance of the green flying sword in the sky, she found that the frozen connection of the life contract was gradually unraveling, and it was no longer as if it were before.

But she couldn't understand why the life contract had a deeper connection with this man.

"Girl, don't think too much, I'll tell you later."

Jiang Ren came to his sword and said to Nie Xian'er through the life contract.

Although Nie Xian'er had never heard her own natal spirit sword speak, this familiar feeling immediately let her know that she had not admitted wrong, this was her own little sword sword.

She suppressed the joy in her heart and nodded vigorously.

"No dust, little princess."

Jiang Ren glanced at Wuchen, then at Zhao Qingyue, and said with a smile: "Long time no see!"

Hearing these intimate words, Wuchen and Zhao Qingyue were taken aback at the same time.

In their memory, they did not find this person, but this familiar feeling, and this familiar tone, did not seem to be fake.

The familiar tone immediately stunned the surrounding Jindan monks and the crowd below.

Isn't the Gorefiend a murderous demon?

Why are they so familiar with the two strongest practitioners in the world today? Could it be that there is any secret behind this?

Nie Xian'er was also puzzled, and said inwardly: Did Xiao Jianjian do something behind my back?

"Little princess..."

Zhao Qingyue remembered.

There were not many people called by this name, and the last person saved her countless times, and finally sacrificed his life to save her.

Reminiscing about the feelings of being in the Trial Palace a hundred years ago, she tentatively shouted: "Brother Dao?"

"I didn't expect you to remember me."

Hearing this name, Jiang Ren smiled: "You have not seen you in four hundred years. You have grown from a little princess at the beginning to a giant crocodile of Taoism, the first person in the spiritual world. It is really touching to think about it."

Four hundred years? In the same era as Zhao Qingyue?

Wuchen felt as if he had caught something, but it seemed that there was still a gap between him, and he couldn't remember who this person was.

"It's really you, what about him?"

The sword intent of Zhao Qingyue's whole body was disordered for an instant, and her voice trembled slightly.

It turned out that the person said that his sword was conscious, and it turned out that it was not a sense of illusion caused by the love of the sword, but a real existence.

But since the man's Dao brother is still ~www.mtlnovel.com~, is he still there too?

"He is dead."

Jiang Ren knew that the "he" in Zhao Qingyue's mouth did not refer to others, but his first tool man-Nie Qingge.

"died......"

The light in Zhao Qingyue's eyes dimmed for an instant.

But then it seemed to let go of something, and he was relieved. Perhaps this would be the best result.

Jiang Ren shook his head.

At the beginning, he could see that Zhao Qingyue had a trace of affection for Nie Qingge.

After all, she was just a little girl at the time, and it is not surprising that she would have that kind of affection when faced with someone who has saved herself many times and relied on.

She thought that after four hundred years, she had already forgotten Nie Qingge and didn't want to just keep deep in her heart.

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