I am immortal

When everyone was still immersed in the joy of the New Year, the evil disaster suddenly appeared. In other words, disasters always appear when they are not prepared, accompanied by something similar to the shattering of the air. With a loud voice, a huge ferocious bird fell from the sky and descended on the world.

He opened his sharp claws and directly grabbed a person's shoulder, and then tore that person apart like he was crushing tofu.

Blood and organs exploded.

It splashed on the ground and on the people around him.

Radiates heat.

Next to him were his parents, whose temples were turning white. They were just talking about the New Year. The man said that he had earned some money this year and would buy some nice things for his parents during the New Year, buy a bottle of good wine, and pull cloth to make something fashionable. For clothes, his parents were a little reluctant for their children to spend money. After saying a few words, the man became a little angry and went to buy things by himself. His parents followed behind and felt a little embarrassed.

Saying enough is enough, the clothes at home can still be worn.

The same goes for wine worth thirty-five cents.

When you are saving money, you can't be so lavish.

And then he died here in the blink of an eye.

After his mother became stunned, she almost instinctively pounced on the bloody son. Another vicious bird pounced down. The old man with a slightly bent waist picked up a stool from a stall next to him and smashed it angrily, blocking it in front of his wife and children. , and then was torn into pieces, the white-haired and wrinkled woman had tears in her eyes, and the third one fell to the ground.

The tragedy in an instant turned the entire street from festive and cheerful to tragic panic.

People were pulling their children, or running wildly, with panic in their eyes, and this scene appeared in more than two hundred cities and towns in the entire Zhongzhou capital at the same time. The tragic blood soaked such a majestic city, and fierce monsters emerged from the sky. Falling down, tearing people's flesh and blood, destroying their bodies arbitrarily.

People ran away in panic and hid in the house, but they soon discovered that, not to mention the thatched roofs of ordinary poor people, even the houses in rich families with masonry structures and horizontal timbers as beams were all different. Unable to withstand the penetration of these demons, the shivering man hiding in the house with his child raised his head and saw cracks in the masonry.

There was fear in his eyes, and the child asked: "Dad, the house is moving..."

"Nothing, it's okay."

He smiled reluctantly, then held the child in his arms and turned around with his back facing outside.

A huge fierce bird swooped down, and the man's face turned pale. Suddenly, an invisible force of energy swept over him.

In an instant, the fierce bird turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

A talisman appeared in the room. The white-haired old Taoist held a sword and said: "Don't move."

"Stay within the range of the talisman."

"you are……"

The man's eyes widened and his face turned pale. Before he could ask, the old Taoist from the Yang Yang Temple walked out again.

The long sword sweeps across to kill demons, and the talisman is swept out to disperse the dirty energy, ensuring temporary safety.

Before the Taoist Xiantian Yiqi was retrieved, the life treasure was retrieved. Once the three talents are complete, the Taoist's state will always remain at the peak of condensing the Xiantian Yiqi and will not decline due to age. However, even so, there are still limits, the old Taoist People's talismans were constantly being depleted, and he knew very well that this was no longer a problem that a mere Taoist priest with an innate talent could handle.

Not even a real person could solve such a calamity, which had been planned for a long time to wipe out millions of people in a city.

However, how can people in the world sit idly by and watch what is happening in the world?

It cannot be done, but it must be done.

Two hundred years of practicing Taoism are not in vain.

"Langlang is too weak, and the dirty energy is scattered!"

The old Taoist slashed away with his sword.

He tried his best to save people. Even though his strength was weak, he could still save people. Practicing requires cultivating the mind. The Dao is never ruthless.

And more people choose to instinctively run to temples and Taoist temples after discovering that their houses cannot protect them.

There is Jueming Temple in the capital of Zhongzhou. It is a very large and luxurious temple. It has a Buddhist hall and a Buddhist temple. Among them are thousands of Buddha statues and the Buddha's golden body. They are all extremely exquisite and can be called treasures. Now people are flocking here, wanting to come in. , but at this time, the door of the temple was closed.

People were crying and banging on the door outside.

But the door could not be opened, the monks looked sad, the old abbot sighed, and suddenly there was a noise.

"What's the noise about?!!"

"Ah, Uncle Supervisor of the Temple."

"this……"

Many young monks got out of the way, and a tall monk with a somewhat oily face and a greedy mouth came over. He frowned for a long time with a Buddhist bead in his hand. He raised his hand to push away the surrounding monks, walked up to the old monk, and said politely: "What are you doing, host? Why don't you open the door!"

"You want to die without saving me?!"

The old host said sadly: "The rooms and guest rooms are already full of people."

"All the monks are here and have given their houses to the people. Demons will fall from the sky."

"The rooms in the temple have been smudged by incense and air for a long time, and they can still resist a little. Without the shelter of the house, the people who come here will die, and it will attract more demons. In that case, the people who are hiding in the house now will also Will die... Zhen Jing, do you understand the choice between saving some people, or arrogantly wanting to save them all, but letting everyone die in the end?"

"Buddhist disciples are still capable of fighting and will protect this person hiding in this temple."

The supervising monk Zhen Jing was silent and suddenly cursed: "Silly bald donkey!"

"I have a solution!"

He turned around and strode away suddenly, and went directly to the Thousand Buddhas Hall. Soon there was a burst of shattering sound, and the sound of the Buddha statue breaking into pieces was heard. The monk actually directly took the Buddha statue that had been enshrined for thousands of years. They were all broken into pieces and then thrown out of the hall like garbage.

In the end, he didn't give up and ran straight to the Main Hall. The old monk was startled, then turned pale with shock and said:

"True Mirror, what are you going to do?!"

"do what?"

The monk laughed loudly, and many monks were frightened. They ran towards each other and were immediately shocked. They saw the monk carrying the Buddha statue from the Mahavira Hall on his back. He walked out step by step, raising his eyes because he was carrying the Buddha on his back. So no one dared to block his way and let him go out, saying:

"Practice Buddhism and save people!"

"Isn't there a house here? Hahahaha, old man, you are still not as smart as me."

"Why don't you let me be the host!"

"The Hall of Thousand Buddhas has received incense from the common people for thousands of years. Disciples, take the statues of Buddhas and burn Buddhist scriptures to form a grand formation!"

"yes!"

Monk Zhen Jing laughed loudly: "My disciple, open the door!"

The young monks quickly ran to open the door. People came in all at once, pushing and shoving, wanting to stuff themselves in. It was chaotic and noisy, including crying, making noise, and shouting and cursing. , extremely confused, wishing that everyone in front of him would fall behind him, but suddenly he heard a roar:

"If you make any further moves, the poor monk will throw you all out, smash you to the ground, and smash you into a pulp to attract the monsters!"

Everyone was startled and their hearts seemed to stop beating. They turned around and saw a monk standing there, it was the monk overseeing the temple.

He raised his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Buddhist disciples form a stick formation, the younger ones go first, then the younger ones, and finally the older ones."

An old man who was drunk said angrily: "Why?! Isn't it said that we respect the elderly and love the young?"

Zhen Jing sneered: "You have lived for decades, and you don't have many years to live. Young people still have decades to live. Are you going in and letting young people wait for death outside?"

The old man was startled and said angrily: "What kind of monk are you!"

The monk directly scolded him back: "I'm just a monk. Come or not if you like me, get out!"

In the end, those who were able to come here alive were accepted into the temple. The monks crushed the statues in the Thousand Buddha Hall and used these statues that had absorbed thousands of years of incense to write Buddhist scriptures on the walls and pillars of the temple. Putting pen to paper, the Buddhist destiny is upright and upright. The real mirror stands outside the temple gate, eyes closed, expression calm, shoulders relaxed.

The Buddha statue in the Main Hall fell heavily to the ground, blocking the mountain gate.

The Buddha was compassionate and looked ahead.

Zhen Jing was holding a long mixed-iron stick, and behind him were monks who were either young or no longer young, and said:

"Everyone, form a formation."

"yes!"

The hustle and bustle of so many people attracted many demons when they were running away. Zhen Jing opened his eyes slightly, shouted violently, and waved his long stick to kill among these demons. It is swaying, extremely heavy and domineering, Buddhist compassion, but when replaced with such a heavy weapon, it is a blunt weapon specially designed to break armor, and its martial arts has reached the top level in the world.

The realm of Buddhism is equivalent to that of Taoism. He can also be the abbot of a temple.

Even a demon covered in scales and armor cannot withstand his full force blow and will be beaten to pieces.

At this moment, he was holding a stick in front to stop the demon and blocked most of the attacks. Many disciples were assisting on both sides. However, the demon came with too much force. When everywhere was filled with turbid and filthy air, there was a sense of clarity here. The energy is like a fire in the dark, extremely obvious, and the demons are killing them layer by layer, almost without interruption.

Gradually, casualties also appeared among the young monks.

A monk screamed and was caught by the demon while swinging his stick. He was then dragged directly over and was eaten clean in an instant. Many monks were stunned with their sticks, and Zhen Jing roared angrily, holding a round ball in his palm. The stick swept across, and the Buddhist energy burst out: "Hold on!"

"Hold on!"

"Buddhist peace is happiness, no suffering, no suffering..."

Zhen Jing gritted his teeth, and the iron rod in his palm danced like a dragon to defeat the demons. The monks resisted the demons for more than a stick of incense, but before the scriptures were finished, a woman's voice suddenly came out Came: "Help, Master, Master, help..."

Many monks saw a woman stumbling towards her. She had many injuries and was almost dead.

There was a child in his arms.

When she saw the monks over there, her eyes lit up. Before being held up by a fierce demon wolf, she raised her hand and the child was thrown to the monks in front. Even if she knew something was wrong at this time, it really Jing subconsciously stepped forward, swept the weapon in his palm, and smashed the heads of several demon wolves. He grabbed the child with his left hand, and immediately felt severe pain in his wrist.

The child hugged him tightly and bit his wrist hard.

It actually bit the Buddhist body.

Zhen Jing lowered his head in confusion and saw that the child had been infected with miasma and demonic energy. There were wounds on his neck exposing the white bones. It was obvious that he had been killed for a long time. He raised his head and saw that the woman had peeled off her own skin. What appeared was With a mandrill-like appearance, Zhen Jing's body trembled slightly, roared angrily, and made a lion's roar. The sound shocked these monsters back several steps.

He took a few steps back and lowered his head. He saw that there was still fear on the child's face, but he was parasitized by a demon. He was in a posture of neither life nor death. He still looked up at the monk, with a trace of humanity still remaining in his eyes. Tears of fear.

On her wrist, she saw something woven with five-color silk thread to ward off evil spirits.

Zhen Jing looked miserable, his left hand was bitten by the demon, and he raised his right hand and gently pressed it on the child's face.

"Feel sorry……"

The Buddhist light machine vibrates.

It directly dispersed the child's energy.

The demon biting his wrist did not let go. It was a demon that was specially designed to break his body. He could feel the miasma entering his body from the wrist, and the bite was so hard that his muscles and bones were visible. The monk was silent, and suddenly he died. A disciple grabbed the sword in his hand and chopped off his wrist with one strike.

The expressions of many monks suddenly changed.

Zhen Jing held a knife in his right hand, blocked the blood flow with his body, and said angrily: "Form up!"

On this day, Jueming Temple blocked the monsters that came like mountains and seas for almost an hour. In the end, Buddhist scriptures were written down on the entire temple. When the formation was completed, it exuded a warm Buddhist atmosphere and temporarily blocked the evil miasma. , and only six of the monks who blocked him outside were still alive.

"Walk!"

"Walk!"

Zhen Jing held a knife in his right hand and pushed the monks on his left and right with his left arm, but they all seemed to have red eyes and refused to leave. The monks roared in anger, making a lion's roar, which shocked the disciples, and then they turned back. After coming to his senses, with tears in his eyes, the boy, who was still only in his teens, said:

"Uncle Superintendent of the Temple, they are all dead... Our brothers in my room, I am the only one left now..."

Zhenjing replied: "Buddhism is happy when it is peaceful."

"No pain, no crying..."

He rubbed the monk's head with his broken arm and smiled. Suddenly, a huge force burst out and threw the young monk directly into the wall. When the young monk realized what he was about to say, he had already stopped. Come, Zhen Jing spins around, and when the sword is thrown out, it tears out a large amount of blood, and then throws the disciples over the wall one by one.

With a kick of his right foot, the Buddha statue crashed down like a rolling stone from a high mountain.

Zhen Jing strode towards the door, about to take off, but his body sank, and he saw the two previous monks, who were invaded by miasma and swallowed by demons after their death, clinging to his feet. When he could no longer get up, the door of the temple opened a gap, and the monks inside were anxious to let him in quickly.

"Close the door! Close the door!"

Zhenjing roared: "Close the door, old monk, seal the formation!"

"No more allowed in!"

"No one is allowed in again!"

"We'll seal the formation as soon as you come in. We're ready!"

"fart!"

Zhen Jing used all his strength to shake away the demons, then rushed to the door, raised his right foot, and a long stick flew up, holding it in the palm of his hand, spinning and sweeping, scattering several demons. When he saw these demons, he seemed to know After the formation was about to be completed, he became more and more crazy. If he stepped into it, he would definitely follow.

With a cruel move, the cooked copper stick in his palm suddenly passed through the door cymbal outside the heavy mountain door, sealing the door from the outside.

Then, with his hands clasped together, he locked the wrought copper rod in his bent elbows. The strength of his body rose and turned into a second chain.

"Lock the formation!"

"Uncle Master..."

"Formation!"

The monk outside the door roared angrily. His body was already close to its limit. Suddenly, his body trembled. He lowered his head and saw that his abdomen was pierced. The remaining strength quickly dissipated. The blood vessels on his face turned red. He felt the evil energy invading his body. His hands, In other words, one hand and a broken wrist are still reluctantly in the posture of worshiping the Buddha, with their eyes slightly lowered.

The monk inside gritted his teeth and burst into tears as he wrote the last step of the Buddhist sutra.

"Everything is conditioned."

"Like a dream."

"Like dew and like electricity."

"This is how you should view it."

Zhen Jing recited the last four sentences and felt the warm Buddha light flowing. He smiled slightly and lowered his head to recite.

"Amitabha……"

Never finished reading.

The body has been torn apart and broken into pieces. The flesh and blood have been eaten by demons, and the soul has also been swallowed up.

………………

"Run!"

"Run!"

Chaos occurs frequently in the city, with more than 200 square meters and millions of people. In times of chaos, even crazy people will do evil things that they would never dare to do in such an environment. The vendor selling sesame cakes recommended The car rushed home quickly, and monsters attacked all the way, but he was knocked away by the extremely heavy car.

Suddenly a flying bird pounced on him. He rolled forward and avoided it while skillfully stretching out his arms.

It was only then that we discovered that his arms were actually extremely long, very similar to the requirements of the army to select warriors with ape arms to catch flying scorpions.

He directly clamped the neck of the ferocious bird, used its forward momentum to roll to relieve the force, inserted the dagger into its neck, and killed the monster. He hurried home, his eyes were red, and returned home. , only to find that his wife and children were there, the man relaxed and hugged his wife and children, his body trembling.

"It was the Taoist priest from Chunsheng Temple who came here and left us a talisman."

"Tell me, it's okay if this talisman is here."

The vendor selling sesame cakes finally understood and said: "Chunsheng Temple? Taoist Priest..."

"The two younger Taoist priests also bought sesame cakes from me. I was sick before, and they came to see me... I don't know which Taoist temple they are from, but they are so good, so good ...It's great that you are all right..." A little girl who was only five years old was hugging her father's legs, but she was also scared.

His wife prayed softly: "We will hide here, the Taoist priests will solve these things..."

"……Um."

"Don't go out, okay?"

The woman's voice was almost pleading.

"……Um."

People screamed outside. The sesame cake vendor gritted his teeth and trembled. When he was talking to the young Taoist priest, he mentioned that his wife, who would take care of him sleeplessly, seemed to understand something. He stretched out his hand to touch She touched his cheek, stepped back a few steps, with a look of sadness on her face, turned around to get a package, which was a key, and handed it to the vendor.

"……take it."

"!!"

The man pursed his lips, hugged his wife, and strode around to the corner of the room.

The old man outside who was selling five-color silk thread to ward off evil spirits was knocked down by a monster. He felt that he would definitely die. With his face full of sorrow, he suddenly heard a dull sound, and something flew across and hit the monster directly. I don't know what it was. , was so heavy that it smashed the demon into pieces, and blood splashed on the old man's face.

The object hit the ground hard.

The old man raised his head and saw the man striding out. He flew up and struck a monster on the body. There seemed to be hidden wounds. He had been particularly susceptible to diseases before. Such violent movements made him cough. However, the monster was actually injured. He fought back, and the thing wrapped in white shuddered, roaring like a tiger.

The package spread out, and inside was a huge iron box. The man turned over and opened the box.

Reach out and reach inside.

In an instant, as if strong wine spilled on the blade, the man who made a living in this place raised his eyebrows. He raised his hand, and the thing was taken out. It was a sword, as wide as a palm, extremely heavy, showing a black color, and exuding a gloomy aura. With murderous intent, draw your sword and charge into battle!

There are many similar people appearing, and they all instinctively choose to rush to one place in the end.

The armory in Zhongzhou Fucheng.

The ordnance officer hiding in the warehouse was captured. Looking at the men in front of him, his body kept shaking.

"Demon Claws, we need armor."

"Just protect the vital points."

The armory officer's face turned pale: "Opening the armory without permission is a serious crime and you will be executed!!"

He swallowed, took out the key, and said, "So, can you please knock me out?"

"In that case, the most I can do is be exiled and I won't die on the execution ground."

He took out the key, pointed not far away and said: "Inside this room are the spare armors of Zhongzhou Baihui Army."

"What about the other side?"

"Over there? There are old armors over there. The armors of all the soldiers who are originally from Zhongzhou and have retired from the army are placed there. They will be transferred if necessary... Huh? Do you want those old armors? New armors of various sizes There are all of them. As for the old armor, there may not be one suitable for you. The armor of the established army is in circulation. The ones placed here are all those who have been abolished from the name of the regiment..."

The ordnance officer seemed to understand something, and his body trembled slightly.

The man replied:

"No, there will be."

……………………

"Hold it, hold it all! The deputy city lord and the others have already gone to find a way to restart the luck formation. The formation in this city has now been partially restored. At least these bastards can't fall from the sky. But they can still come in through the city gate..."

"Before the Humane Luck Formation is activated, everyone will die here and cannot retreat!"

The defenders of Zhongzhou City opened their eyes wide and roared. A number of soldiers had died here, but because they were in Zhongzhou, they withstood the pressure here and never collapsed. However, these Zhongzhou soldiers had no experience in fighting against demons. The price was heavy, and suddenly there was a loud noise.

A huge hole was opened directly on one side of the city gate, and a demon that looked like a tiger but was three feet long came to kill.

Without human luck, the effectiveness of the military formation would be reduced and it would be impossible to deal with it.

The guard subconsciously made a judgment and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but when he thought of his own words, his face became ferocious and he said angrily: "Oh no, if a man is dead and a bird is in the sky, if he is immortal for tens of millions of years, I will fight with you!!" !" His blood surged, and he was desperate to die on his duty, but suddenly he heard a fierce and loud voice in the air.

In an instant, the ink-colored spear came through the air and directly killed the monster!

The demon screamed several times and stopped bleeding, but the tail of the spear was still trembling, which showed how powerful it was.

"Ink-colored spear..."

The guard murmured, and suddenly he remembered the group of people he was ordered to keep a close eye on, and the criminal army that was scolded by the crowd. He raised his head, turned around, and saw that the road ahead was completely dark, and all the demons were killed. Kill, everyone who comes here is wearing old armor, and the sound of armor is killing, but this heavy armor can fight with monsters.

They wore dark armor, heavy armor, battle helmets, and face shields.

The strong waist is swallowed by the tiger's mouth.

There are fine lines on the armor and shoulders.

There is a token hanging on one side of the waist and a long sword hanging on the other side.

Their expressions were cold and solemn. They held swords, held swords and shields on the outermost sides, and then formed a formation with spears. Everything was just as recorded in history books. They smashed monsters and broke through the rain, as if they were re-creating from the dim history. After walking out, the history was only seven years old. The guard murmured: "Shenwu Xuanjia Army..."

The leader drew out his spear and replied indifferently:

"The former cavalry captain of the Third Army of the Shenwu Xuanjia Army led the troops to come to the rescue."

"You guys get out of the way, you are no match for them."

His expression softened and he said, "You have done a great job."

The troops defending the city retreated, and a torrent of ink-colored steel took over the battlefield.

After being abandoned for seven years and bearing the infamy of the world for seven years.

The Shenwu Chao Xuanjia Army once again set foot on the battlefield.

The black armor and black cloak call out the name of the military to rescue the good, punish the evil, and protect the country and the people.

Jiuzhou is brave and fierce, and the magic black armor is strong.

"Formation!"

Human affairs must be taken care of by human beings.