Nightwatcher

Zhao Shou, with the soul of a Confucian sage and a hero, crashed into the thick black cloud with an unstoppable and unavoidable momentum.

He and the souls of the Confucian saints and heroes were instantly swallowed by the black clouds, and the black clouds that almost replaced half of the sky quickly shrank and gathered towards the center, as if to wrap and refine the souls of the Confucian saints and heroes.

But at the next moment, a ray of clear light burst out from the dark and thick black cloud, and then thousands of beams of light broke through the black cloud. The clear air and the black cloud were mixed and entangled, like a chemical reaction, and continuous explosions occurred in the high altitude.

The explosion sounded layer upon layer, shaking the ground, and the fleeing civilians crawled on the ground, trembling with their heads in their hands, completely losing their minds, leaving only boundless fear.

In the face of natural disasters, human fear will devour reason and lose thinking.

But crawling and trembling could not change their fate. Most people died from the shock wave of the explosion, and every "thunder" would set off a terrifying storm, rolling people and things on the surface into the sky.

This includes armies of the walking dead, too.

Amidst the series of explosions, the black cloud thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Roar!"

A huge fuzzy face protruded from the black cloud, roaring angrily and deafeningly.

The army of walking corpses on the ground withered quickly, and streams of blood flowed into the clouds. The black clouds that had become thinner became thick again, with splashes of color.

"Blood Spirit Art is not allowed here!"

In the clouds, a thick and deep voice came out.

The next moment, the blood energy collapsed, and the army of walking corpses stood still.

"The dead should be buried in the ground."

The deep and deep voice came again.

An unbelievable scene happened, the barren ground was cracked in cracks, and the army of walking corpses staggered here and there, falling into the cracks, and then the cracks closed. One moment there were thousands of troops, and the next moment it was empty, leaving only A devastated land.

At this moment, the tide of corpses swallowed by the fissures completely disconnected from the witch god.

Seeing this, the witch god immediately summoned nine vague phantoms, nine first-rank warriors, each of whom was at the pinnacle of martial arts, possessed the great power to move mountains and fill seas, and was once invincible in the world.

Although their real combat power cannot be the same as before, they only retain their physique, strength and aura.

But Confucian saints are not Confucian saints before they were alive, and there are witches and gods in front of them, with the help of the nine first-ranks. When facing other super-ranks, if they are used properly, this is the nine great powers that can change the situation of the battle.

However, he confronted Confucian saints.

At the moment when the nine first-rank warriors were condensed, nine figures also appeared in the sky on the other side.

Sitting cross-legged on a nine-petal lotus platform with a miniature sun condensed behind his head, he is a Buddhist Bodhisattva thousands of years ago.

One wears a dragon robe and a crown, carries a Fangtian painted halberd on his back, and holds a bronze sword carved with intricate patterns in his hand. This is a certain emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the past.

A naked upper body, tall and strong, with a thick snake tail on the lower body, no weapons in both hands, and a pair of eyes scarlet like snow.

One was entirely beastly, shaped like a lion, with six heads and a mane of tiny snakes.

Of the remaining six, three are scholars wearing Confucian robes and crowns, and one of them is the founder of Yunlu Academy, a first-rank sub-sage.

There are three more wearing Taoist robes, one with sword energy like a rainbow, one with the power of merit, and one with an illusory figure, as if in another world.

Confucian saints have also recruited former powerhouses who have a causal relationship with him, and the system is more complex and the methods are more comprehensive.

As for the method of summoning, of course it was prostitution of the witch god.

Confucian students of the sixth grade of Confucianism can quickly learn other people's spells and skills, and record them. For scholars, learning ability is the foundation.

And at the level of Confucian saints, you can 100% reproduce the enemy's spells just by looking at them.

Eighteen formerly powerful heroic souls fight together, relying on the cooperation of multiple systems, Buddhism plays support, Confucianism plays control, Dizong cuts blessings, monsters and warriors take the lead in taking damage, and Renzong Tianzong plays output.

The heroic souls of the nine warriors summoned by the witch god were quickly strangled.

"Curse killing spell here!"

"Dreams are not allowed here!"

"The power of heaven and earth cannot be summoned here!"

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Every time it is recited, part of the magic of the witch god is deprived, and the figure of the Confucian saint is blurred accordingly. exist

When the Confucian saint stopped chanting, the witch god lost all his extraordinary abilities. He had no super-grade personality, but he lost the corresponding power and spells.

Immediately afterwards, the Confucian saint held the carving knife, and was already on the verge of an illusory figure. He took a step forward and stabbed out the simple and unpretentious carving knife. Immediately, the wind and thunder roared, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The dazzling clear light expanded like a small sun.

Layers of black clouds were annihilated, turbulent, and huge blurry faces once again condensed out, roaring angrily:

"Confucian saint!"

The next moment, it also annihilated together with the black cloud.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, there is no wind, there are clouds, it is peaceful and peaceful.

Everything is as if nothing happened.

The civilians and military officers who survived by chance looked around in a daze, and after confirming their safety, they immediately broke out into earth-shattering cheers.

Chu Yuanzhen stood stupefied, tears blurred his eyes.

Huaiqing glanced at him, the emperor in the world was as cold as ice, hiding deep grief, took a deep breath, and said:

"The witch god is not dead, but was scattered by Confucian sages, and will surely come back within three to five days. Brother Chu, you should go to Mount Quanrong quickly, and let the Wulin League cooperate with the Jianzhou government to gather the people and abandon Zizhong's property. Evacuate to the capital as soon as possible."

Chu Yuanzhen nodded, hesitated a little, and said:

"Your Majesty, what about you?"

Huaiqing smiled bitterly and said:

"I don't have a single bit of luck in my body, Dafeng is about to perish."

Dafeng's luck has dissipated, just like the Three Kingdoms of Yankangjing, without luck, the country will perish and become a part of Dafeng.

Now that the fortune of Dafeng has been lost, it seems that sooner or later it will be swallowed by Chaopin.

Thinking of this, Chu Yuanzhen felt even more heavy and sad, not knowing where the future of Dafeng was, and where the future of the creatures of Kyushu was.

"Now we can only do our best to obey the destiny."

Regardless of his sadness, he bowed to Huaiqing, leaped onto the spine of his sword, and roared away.

Leizhou.

Yang Gong's body trembled suddenly, and the fresh air in his eyes became extremely dense, surging like a dense fog.

He felt the coming of Confucian saints, and then understood Zhao Shou's choice.

Powerful grief and hesitation welled up in my heart, and tears slid down my cheeks silently. The newly promoted third-grade scholar whispered:

"The dean is dead!

"Dafeng. The fate of the country is lost."

Li Miaozhen, who was in front of Yujian, suddenly looked back, sadness appeared in her eyes, and the sadness of her lips were dead and her teeth were cold.

The other superpowers were silent at the same time.

"very good!"

Gala Tree Bodhisattva knocked Asuro away with a punch, shook his bloody fist, and instantly recovered.

The Guangxian Bodhisattva not far away smiled, and Liuli also heaved a sigh of relief.

The three Bodhisattvas saw Zhao Shou's departure and did not try to stop him. On the one hand, the pressure on them would suddenly be relieved because a second-rank Confucian was gone, and on the other hand, they also needed someone to stop the witch god and delay time.

Because, Shenshu is about to die!

Two giants stood in the "silt" pool, one was Buddha's condensed Dharma, after he merged into the Vajra Dharma, a ring of fire ignited behind his head, and twelve pairs of arms holding various magic tools grew out of his back.

But the facial features are still vague.

Another pitch-black Dharma image, half of the twelve pairs of arms were broken, and it could not be condensed for a long time, and the breath had already declined seriously.

Standing behind one side are seven dharma figures, whose aura is like a rainbow but not weakened; one dharma form is broken, and there is no strength to even reunite.

Compete with each other.

"call"

A golden storm blew up, and the boundless "mire" opened its mouth, spitting out miniature golden suns. The small suns gathered quickly and formed a huge scorching sun in the sky.

Still growing in size.

While condensing the Dharma image of the Great Sun Tathagata, the Buddha appeared silently on the side of Shenshu, and the twelve arms on the right side were stretched out at the same time.

Shenshu, who was slow to react, quickly turned sideways and raised his remaining eight pairs of arms to block.

The next moment, he slid out like a high-speed train, with his legs touching the ground, splashing "mud" tens of meters high.

"boom!"

It wasn't until this moment that the sound of fists and arms colliding sounded, which was heard by the extraordinary masters in the distance.

The Buddha reappeared behind Shenshu, twelve pairs of arms slammed down, and the speed of the practitioner's dharma was faster than the warrior's premonition of the crisis.

Shenshu was punched out again.

Bang bang bang The Buddha kept appearing and disappearing around Shenshu, his fists were powerful and domineering, and his fists turned into strong winds, raging in all directions.

In the beatings again and again, the pitch-black dharma form was inevitably distorted, and it was on the verge of disintegrating and collapsing.

"boom!"

Shenshu, who was pounded by twelve pairs of arms again, leaned back, but did not slip back. He abruptly let go of the force that pushed the mountain to break through the city, and reached out with eight arms to grab the Buddha's four pairs of fists.

Immediately afterwards, Shenshu kicked on the Buddha's chest, forcibly pulling off his four pairs of arms.

There was a flash of light on the mouth of the bottle of Medicine Master's Dharma Aspect, and the Buddha's arms recovered instantly. Six pairs of arms pressed Shenshu's shoulders and sank suddenly.

boom!

Shenshu was pressed to the ground alive.

He raised his head and roared at the Buddha.

The Buddha's face was blurred, he couldn't see his expression, he couldn't see his emotional changes. Like an emotionless war machine, his two arms stretched out, holding down the upper and lower jaws of the dark Dharma figure, and tearing them apart forcefully.

The divinely crippled head slumped to the ground.

Then, the Buddha kept the six pairs of arms pressing down, and the remaining six pairs of arms held up high.

The Dharma Sign of the Great Sun Reincarnation slowly drifts over.

Seeing this, the extraordinary powerhouse in Dafengfang's heart shuddered, his brows twitched fiercely, without any hesitation, the three extraordinary swordsmen of the Taoist sect rushed out of the camp and rushed towards Buddha and Shenshu.

The gods cannot be defeated, the gods are there, and they can barely restrain and delay time.

Once Shenshu is defeated, first of all, he may be taken to the Western Regions by the Buddha for refining, and secondly, the people along the more than 100,000 miles between Leizhou and the capital will be wiped out.

Sure enough, Zhao Shou passed away, and after his great energy was exhausted, everything took a sudden turn and fell into an irreversible crisis.

This is the number of days in the dark.

At this time, Liuli Bodhisattva took Jia Luoshu and Guangxian, and blocked the front of the three extraordinary Taoists.

In desperation, Daoist Jinlian and Li Miaozhen had no choice but to stop. If they rushed forward, they would surely die.

The colored glaze Bodhisattva raised his foot and stepped lightly, and the colorless glazed field expanded instantly, covering not the Dafeng Chaofan, but the path leading to the Shenshu and Buddha battlefields, which could effectively block Li Miaozhen and others from casting spells through the air.

Not only that, the Jialuo tree squeezed the seal with both hands, solidified the space, and complemented and complemented the colorless glazed field.

On the other side, the "heavy" image of the great solar cycle has floated between the six palms held up high by the Buddha.

The hearts of Li Miaozhen, Jinlian, Asuro, Kou Yangzhou and others were suddenly tightened, and despair rose in everyone's heart.

There is no help left.

There is no other way.

There is no way to break through the blockade of the three Bodhisattvas in a short time.

The tide is gone!

Tianzong.

Under the memorial archway in Xianshan Mountain, Li Lingsu's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and his cheek muscles were bulging. He roared like a raging lion:

"Chaopin devours the Central Plains and replaces the Dao of Heaven. The entire Kyushu will be wiped out. Is it useful to seal the mountains? Can the closure of the mountains make Chaopin turn a blind eye?

"It's fine now, it's useless for you to be born, can you fucking beat the witch god?

"Go to the goddamn Taishang Wangqing, the human race is gone, why do you still want to practice Taishang Wangqing, get the hell out of here, I just don't want to practice Taishang Wangqing.

"If you don't do good things, why forget love? Aren't you born and raised by your parents? You all jumped out of rocks? Forget love, what kind of bastards are there.

"The Human Sect and the Earth Sect are all fighting to the death in the front, so we, the Tian Sect, are the only ones to shrink our heads and rank among the three Taoist Sects? Are you worthy?"

Sheng Zihou's face was red and his neck was thick, his voice echoed like thunder in the world.

His mentality collapsed, even if Tianzun was born, it would be too late, so he broke the jar.

"It's too much to forget love, right? If you don't come out of the mountain, are you really forgetting love or are you greedy for life and afraid of death?" Shengzi took a deep breath and roared:

"Tianzun, sun your mother!!"

Day your mother.

your mom.

The old mother's voice echoed over and over again, and then the distortion disappeared.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.