Chapter 124 Chapter 124 Finale (Part 1)

Shen Jingxuan heard that the leader of the Zhunti flag had specially arranged a safe position for him and his group of people.

But this is really unnecessary.

Seeing that the leader of the Zhunti flag wanted to continue to encourage him, Shen Jingxuan raised one hand, placed it in front of his chest, chanted the Buddha's name, and interrupted the leader of the Zhunti flag from saying the next word.

"Amitābha." Shen Jingxuan said in a loud voice, "We, the Vajra Warrior Nuns and Vajra Warrior Monks, vow to use the Dharma to dispel evil karma. Now that the aliens are at our doorstep, there is no reason for us Buddhists to retreat to the side."

The smile of the Zhunti Banner Master paused slightly, and his expression was obviously hesitant.

this……

How should I describe it to the master?

What they need on this trip is a sharp knife to cut through the enemy camp, not masters with thick shields and high defense!

Seeing the concern of the Zhunti Banner Master, Shen Jingxuan said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "My Fanyin Temple is willing to be the vanguard to eliminate the sins of the world!"

Behind her, a group of Wuni monks who came to the demon world to support her said in unison: "We, the Fanyin Temple, are willing to be the vanguard and eliminate the sins of the world!"

At this moment, the monks and nuns stood tall, put their hands together, and the 108 beads wrapped around their wrists moved automatically without wind, swaying and colliding, making tiny sounds.

The gentle tapping of each bead seemed to be knocking on the heart of the Zhunti Flag Master.

Finally, the leader of the Zhunti flag gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Okay, since the masters have made a vow, I can't refuse your kindness."

But when he turned around, Zhunti Flag Master still felt a little guilty.

Therefore, he specially arranged several baboon monsters, tiger monsters and bear monsters on both sides to re-form the left and right wings of the team.

The leader of the Zhunti flag had a good idea: even if the attack power of the masters was not as high as expected, considering how difficult Buddhist practitioners were, they would definitely be fine.

He would react accordingly, and if he found that the front force was insufficient, he would immediately send the left and right wings to press forward!

However, a quarter of an hour later, the leader of the Zhunti Banner was completely dumbfounded.

“…”

Master Jingxuan was seen standing in front of the monks and nuns, wearing a pair of impressive black boxing gloves on his hands.

The shape of the gloves was very sharp and gleaming, reminiscent of both sea urchin and cactus. As for the roots of the spikes, they were stained with a very ominous, thick blood color.

Zhunti Banner Master: “…”

Wait, aren’t you monks meant to be compassionate?

Master, what you are wearing on your hand... this is not a weapon, it is a torture device, right?!

Shen Jingxuan said solemnly: "Amitabha, I am here to save you."

Zhunti Banner Master: “…”

Ah? Is he short of knowledge? You Buddhists are now popularizing physical salvation?

When the time came, Shen Jingxuan did not hesitate and led a group of monks and nuns to rush towards the alien camp swiftly and fiercely.

Compared to the people behind them, these masters from the Fanyin Temple were at the forefront and extremely fierce.

As a native of the demon world, the leader of the Zhunti Banner thought he had enough experience.

However, today, everything he saw and heard really refreshed his horizons!

In the blink of an eye, Master Jingxuan's swift and powerful figure had disappeared among the pile of alien species.

She stabbed into the alien camp like a sharp knife, and the whole process was even easier than cutting a piece of fried dough sticks with a blade heated by hot water.

Under the sun, Shen Jingxuan's bald head shone brightly.

The sharp spikes on the boxing gloves were also shining.

These two twinkling brilliant lights almost illuminated the eyes of the leader of the Zhunti flag.

Even with the strength of the baboon tribe, they were unable to keep up with the speed of the masters of the Fanyin Temple who were advancing alone.

As if in just a blink of an eye, this group of masters were running around freely like a husky that had been let go of its leash, a kangaroo that had seen its punching target, or a wild horse with a knife stuck in its buttocks!

This wave not only stunned his teammates, but also killed all the aliens in the camp, leaving them upside down.

This was a rare opportunity, and the leader of the Zhunti Banner quickly grabbed the arm of his trusted confidant and urged, "Hurry, let's catch up!"

With his lips trembling slightly, the Zhunti Banner Master said uncertainly: "Should we send someone to protect the Master?"

If an ordinary Buddhist disciple has a golden bell cover that is thicker than a turtle shell, then he naturally does not need protection. He will even protect everyone with a compassionate face.

But when it comes to this group of Buddhist disciples...

The leader of the Zhunti flag was a little skeptical, whether such superb attack power was obtained by the masters in exchange for the protective golden light?

The confidant looked far ahead, took a closer look, and said hesitantly:

"I think the masters may not need our protection very much."

In contrast, it is our fragile demon clan members who need careful care.

The way to protect them is to stay away from these masters who have fully unleashed their powers.

Take Master Jingxuan for example: within a few feet around her, a blank area like a spinning top has formed.

And in the very center of the "spinning top", there was a flash of golden light with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The confidant was so frightened by the sight that he grimaced and shuddered, and then he shrank back and stood behind the leader of the Zhunti flag.

Fortunately, no matter how chaotic the battle situation is, the presence of the masters is as eye-catching as the rising stars.

Then, the leader of the Zhunti flag counted the shining bald heads of the masters one by one, like an old farmer planting watermelons.

Only after he counted all the brains and confirmed that all the cherished Buddhist practitioners were there did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The leader of the Zhunti Banner said with emotion: "Master Jingxuan's pair of boxing gloves is really a treasure."

Compared with the traditional instruments in the hands of other monks and nuns, such as the Qimei Staff, Jie Dao, and Demon-Subduing Pestle, this set of boxing gloves is not only innovative, but also stands out from the crowd.

The Zhunti Flag Master's eyesight was indeed good, because that pair of boxing gloves were the product that Yan Luoyue had re-melted for Shen Jingxuan.

After smelting, the effects of this magic weapon include but are not limited to amplified attacks, spiral stabs, and electric drill-like sizzling...

Finally, Yan Luoyue named the magic weapon "The Sea Urchin Fist That Passes Through Your Head and Covers My Soul".

But Shen Jingxuan thought the name was a bit complicated, so he simply referred to him as "Ci'ertou".

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Although it's simple, it sounds more brutal.

At this moment, Shen Jingxuan picked up two thorns and made the battle situation so fierce that it was difficult to pass the review, easy to be blocked, and every video website would choose to blur it with a layer of mosaic.

The leader of the Zhunti flag led the rear wing and pressed forward closely.

As the distance between the two sides got closer, Zhunti Banner Master gradually developed an illusion:

It seemed that even the sound of the baboon demon beside Shen Jingxuan howling and beating its chest was not as fierce as the sound of her diamond fists hammering on the flesh of the invading aliens.

“…”

No, wait, this doesn't seem to be an illusion.

In fact, even if the baboons beat their chests, they couldn’t beat Master Jingxuan!

The leader of the Zhunti Banner swallowed his saliva and felt a little dizzy.

While the sounds of fighting on the battlefield masked his movements, he whispered to his trusted confidant:

"Have you, the gorilla clan...ever lost a child before?"

Confidant: “…”

The confidant said honestly: "Even if this is a lost one from our tribe, we dare not acknowledge it!"

…

Just like that, with the cooperation of the masters from the Fanyin Temple, the people under Zhunti razed the enemy's camp and seized the space passage behind the camp.

Even when a group of people passed through the passage and entered the demon world, some people were still secretly looking in the direction of Shen Jingxuan.

After this battle, it is estimated that the words "violent nun" will be added to the list of natural enemies of many demon tribes.

Among all the people, except for a few who had entered the demon world's lair and had some understanding of the demon world's environment, others were coming to such a place for the first time.

There is no sun or moon in the demon world, and the sky is a bright pink. This environment is novel, but it also represents danger.

The leader of the Zhunti flag pondered for a moment, temporarily found a hidden place, and led the large troops to live there.

"In our direction, the enemy's defense is very weak, which gives us an opportunity to take advantage of it."

"Next, our main task is to find the enemy's base camp, and then split into several teams, drug their alien mother demons, and provoke infighting among the alien species."

After briefly explaining the current situation, the leader of the Zhunti Banner sent out dozens of bird tribes to explore the way.

Everyone lay in wait and waited patiently for a while.

Soon, the bird monsters that were sent out earlier returned one after another.

During this period, they also encountered several alien strongholds.

But after circling in the sky and looking down, the bird demons found that those strongholds were sparsely populated and there seemed to be no trace of the heteroseraphs.

This situation is very strange and does not match the number of alien species exceeding the standard.

Someone questioned: "Are you flying far enough?"

The bird that was drinking water immediately rolled its eyes at him and said, "We have already flown to the other side of the mountain!"

Raising his hand to stop his subordinates from quarreling, the leader of the Zhunti Banner fell into deep thought.

You know, although they all came to an unfamiliar world, the purpose of the demons was different from that of the invading alien species.

Everyone's trip is not to occupy territory, but to cleverly use wisdom to curb the reproduction of the alien mother demon.

You know, when the alien species invaded, they mobilized a large army.

When they came to the demon world, they only brought the elites from one flag area.

Therefore, you must be brave and swift when charging the enemy camp.

But when they return to the aliens' homeland, they need to be steady, cautious, and careful...

However, who would have thought that this plan would encounter setbacks at the first step:

He sent out more than forty bird tribesmen, but not a single one of them found the Heteromorph.

While the leader of the Zhunti flag was thinking about his next plan, the Buddhist practitioners in the team of the Fanyin Temple were also whispering to each other.

The masters discussed for a while, and suddenly someone recommended: "Otherwise, let's ask Junior Sister Jingxuan to lead the way for us."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti Flag Master raised his head, his eyes sparkling: "Master, are you also good at finding the way?"

Buddhist monk from Fanyin Temple: “…”

In fact, Junior Sister Jingxuan possesses exactly the opposite talent...

Shen Jingxuan lowered his eyes calmly and said calmly: "Buddha will save those who are destined to be saved."

Looking at her expression which was so solemn and almost holy, the leader of the Zhunti Banner felt a chill on his back for some reason, and then suddenly there was a blockage.

If another nun said this, it must be because of their profound karma.

But when Master Jingxuan said this... he had to think about it in his mind first, whether the real meaning was "Buddha saved the ape-men"?

After a light cough, the Zhunti Banner Master said solemnly, "Then I'll trouble Master Jingxuan to lead the way."

The group followed Shen Jingxuan trustfully, being careful along the way and deliberately hiding their tracks.

But soon someone discovered: Something is wrong, why are they going underground?

Among them, the most shocked was the leader of the Zhunti Banner.

You know, as a pure ground rat demon, he didn't even notice the hole here until Shen Jingxuan stepped on it!

Thinking of this, the leader of the Zhunti Banner looked at Shen Jingxuan with eyes suddenly filled with admiration.

She is indeed a famous nun of the time who has profound knowledge of Buddhism, and her every move is full of Zen.

In the past, Buddhism introduced people to the path of Buddhism with the method of giving them a wake-up call.

Today, Master Jingxuan’s affinity with Buddhism can probably be described as “being trampled on by one foot.”

However, the Zhunti Banner Master did not know that at this moment, an elderly nun was wiping the cold sweat from her bald head and whispered to Shen Jingxuan: "Jingxuan, are you sure you have found the right place?"

Shen Jingxuan said calmly, "My Buddha saved me."

"...Jingxuan, I am your senior sister, please don't fight with me."

Shen Jingxuan said firmly: "Don't worry, we are heading north all the way."

Old nun: "..."

In this way, the group continued to move forward and gradually walked to the bottom of the mountain.

When he discovered that there was a stair-like building in front of him, and sensed a cave hall in front of him with the scent of an alien demon wafting from the hall, the leader of the Zhunti flag finally understood.

——No wonder the birds sent out earlier couldn’t find any trace of the Allopath.

It turned out that these alien species lived together underneath, like a pagoda, arranged downwards layer by layer.

And the Heteromorph lives at the bottom of the pagoda!

The leader of the Zhunti flag came to his senses instantly: he should not have sent birds to explore the way, he should have sent the rat monsters of his own clan and the rabbit monsters who had three burrows to explore the way!

This discovery was quickly reported to the alliance headquarters via the voice stone. At this moment, the leader of the Zhunti Banner was already convinced.

"As expected, Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved. Master Jingxuan, you are truly a destined person!"

Shen Jingxuan's face showed no joy or sorrow for anything else, he just nodded slightly.

"Amitābha, thank you for your praise."

In fact, Shen Jingxuan was just thinking seriously: She was heading towards the Falling Moon Tree at first, right? Where is she now?

On the other side, the leader of the Zhunti flag coughed lightly, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of mite monsters gathered around him with understanding.

"—ready to take action?"

"Ready—action!"

…

The location is changed to the main hall in the human world.

The leader of Guiyuan Sect seemed to realize something and turned around and pulled a rope.

The next moment, on the wall opposite to the first map of the human world, a map more than ten feet wide slowly descended.

This map is different from the previous one in terms of color, markings, and topography. It is undoubtedly the map of the demon world.

There was no need for the leader and others to mark it personally, as several flames had already been lit on the map of the demon world.

This time, in addition to the flames, a small shining star actually lit up on the map at the location of the "Zhunti Flag".

When the head of Guiyuan Sect saw this, a relieved smile appeared on his face: "It seems that our friends and neighbors have entered the demon world."

Another elder laughed and said, "The demon world is still one step ahead of us."

As soon as he finished speaking, a message came out from the communication stone on the table.

The leader of Guiyuan Sect listened attentively for a while, suddenly laughed, turned around and lit up the first star on the map of the human world.

After the first one, the second one came soon.

The cultivators from the human and demon worlds, as if they had agreed to compete with each other, lit up brilliant stars on the map.

These stars gradually connected into lines, woven into a web, and then penetrated deep into the heart of the demon world.

…

Due to the different numbers, species, and abilities of the invading aliens, the situations faced on each battlefield are different.

For example, the Xiyang Cliff where Ling Shuanghun is now is a tough bone to chew.

Although historians are the ones who write, they also pick up swords at certain times.

For example, at this moment, and at this moment.

On the battlefield, there is no time to soar high in the sky like a white crane or to take notes with a pen.

Looking around, there are enemies in front of me, enemies behind me, enemies above me, enemies under my feet...

At this location in Xiyang Cliff, the Puppet Love-Devouring Net actually opened up more than twenty space passages in one breath.

The invading alien species surged out of the dark, gaping space tunnel like a tsunami.

The alien stench that was everywhere was almost solidified, squeezing the monks inside like a can.

Ling Shuanghun swung the double-edged swords in his hands until he was almost numb. Even at this moment, he still used the last bit of his ability as a historian.

"That's a ghost-headed demon... Be careful, they can grow another head in their mouths."

The beautiful voice that the Crane Clan was so proud of had become hoarse at some point.

Ling Shuanghun strained his vocal cords to send a warning to the monk beside him.

At the beginning, Ling Shuanghun was assigned as the messenger of this team.

Since the cranes have naturally high-pitched and penetrating voices, he was responsible for conveying the mobilization orders to everyone's ears.

Four hours ago, the large group was dispersed by too many alien species.

But two and a half hours ago, everyone gathered together again.

During this period, Ling Shuanghun sang several crane songs again and again, and practiced attacking techniques again and again.

Finally, the crane's graceful, dancing-like figure became stiff and mechanical.

The crane songs, which the crane tribe has always been so proud of, sometimes even make the singing voice hoarse.

His arms were like they were filled with lead, and every time he drew out a strand of spiritual energy, it was like squeezing out his already clenched dantian.

However, as long as you don't fall, you must fight to the end.

Even if the large army was dispersed several times, even if every monk was drowned in the sea of ​​alien species, like a floating duckweed. Even if the throat was dry and bleeding. But... but!

——Xiyang Cliff has not been lost yet!

The things in front of him had become a little hazy, and Ling Shuanghun's fingers holding the sword were stiff and numb. If he let go of the hilt of the sword at this moment, he might not even be able to hold a small ink pen.

However, just when the spiritual support was about to reach its end, a faint smile appeared on Ling Shuanghun's lips.

He thought: I have written so many sad and happy stories. From today on, I will become one of the people in the books.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood foam and looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the dark and oppressive figure like a dark cloud, and his originally scattered gaze instantly condensed into a thorn!

The trip to Shancha Town in the past made Ling Shuanghun never forget the name of this monster even after his death.

It is - the love-eater!

This kind of monster is too rare, and its species' talents are too strange.

There are very few people in the world who can deal with this kind of monster. Even Chu Tiankuo had to refine himself into half a magical weapon before he could control this monster.

As for Chu Tiankuo, he was not on this battlefield.

As soon as Ling Shuanghun saw the figure of the Love Devourer, he knew something was wrong.

Even though he was about to die, he managed to muster up a last-ditch effort and shouted with his torn voice:

"It's a Devil of Love! It can split into several parts and control the actions of monks. During this period, the Devil of Love will empathize with the monks being controlled. If a monk next to you is controlled by a Devil of Love, stab him immediately or deprive him of his ability to move. This way you can save his life!"

Although she said so, Ling Shuanghun couldn't help feeling bitter in her heart.

After all, in the current situation, the Desire Devourer controlled a monk and might use him to stab someone else immediately.

Once chaos arises, no one can accurately identify who is controlled by the love-devouring demon.

Other alien species also kill people, but the love-eater can destroy people's hearts.

Ling Shuanghun's pupils dilated, and he thought in a daze: If Chu Tiankuo were here...

Chu Tiankuo was thousands of miles away at this time, so naturally he couldn't go there in person.

However, although Chu Tiankuo did not arrive, Ji Qinghong did.

On the corner of his plain white robe, there was a bloodstain that looked like a flaming red lotus. It was obvious that he had just rushed here after cleaning out the alien species from other places.

Ji Qinghong's iconic white hair and red eyes are too eye-catching.

Ling Shuanghun's mind had already mostly faded by this time, and he could only recognize the alien's face and make his announcement based almost entirely on instinct.

"These are Grabbers. Watch out, they'll launch themselves from under your feet..."

"This is a golden-eyed demon. Don't look directly into their eyes..."

"This is Ji Qinghong. Don't be afraid when you see him smile..."

Ji Qinghong: “…”

When his name was suddenly called, Ji Qinghong couldn't help but look over.

Ling Shuanghun looked somewhat familiar, as if he had once been the kidnapped partner of two very troublesome little bastards.

Ji Qinghong thought for a moment and recognized the person: "Bai He...Oh, it's you."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Qinghong smiled slightly, flicked his finger, and a round pill shot into Ling Shuanghun's throat like a bullet.

If the pill had not melted the instant it entered his mouth, Ling Shuanghun would not have died at the hands of the alien, nor would he have died from exhaustion. Instead, he would have almost choked to death on a life-saving elixir.

As the pill entered his mouth, its medicinal power instantly transformed into abundant spiritual power, nourishing Ling Shuanghun's almost dried-up Dantian meridians.

Ling Shuanghun coughed violently for a while, and finally suppressed the strange feeling in his throat.

When he looked up again, he found that Ji Qinghong was holding a flame in his hand and throwing it lightly towards the love-eating demon in the sky.

For some reason, the flame seemed to be extremely attractive to the Devil of Love.

Originally, the Devil of Love was floating in the sky, intending to stir up trouble among the monks who were fighting fiercely.

However, as soon as the flame appeared, the love-eating demon instantly turned into a hungry ghost who seemed to have not had a full meal for 800 years and finally smelled the aroma of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and rushed towards the flame impatiently.

If the Love Devouring Demon itself was not formless and intangible, Ling Shuanghun would even suspect that the long thread in the "dark cloud" was the Love Devouring Demon's uncontrollable saliva.

What happened next left Ling Shuanghun dumbfounded:

As soon as the love-eating demon came into contact with Ji Qinghong's flame, it was ignited like a moth attracted by a flame.

The flames burned the soul-devouring demon's insubstantial body.

The Love Devouring Demon cried out in pain but was reluctant to throw himself into Ji Qinghong's flames.

This scene awakened Ling Shuanghun's instinct as a historian, and subconsciously, his first action was to take out a pen.

It was not until the hilt of the sword hit his body that Ling Shuanghun realized that now was not the right time.

But he still couldn't suppress his desire to record, and tried his best to get closer to Ji Qinghong.

In the end, Ji Qinghong discovered Ling Shuanghun's intention, and made a standard "pulling radish" move to pull Ling Shuanghun to his side.

Before Ling Shuanghun could even catch his breath, he hurriedly said, "Thank you, Ji Yaozun."

Ji Qinghong looked lazy, but he was ruthless in killing the aliens.

He shook his head at Ling Shuanghun in a moment of leisure: "Don't be so polite. Since you know that my smile doesn't mean bad things will happen, how come you don't know that I don't like others to be too polite?"

This young man from the White Crane Clan is an old friend of Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang.

Even though Ji Qinghong is usually cold-hearted, he would be too lazy to meddle in other people's business unless he was in a good mood.

But here - especially in this land, no one should lose their old friends.

Ling Shuanghun usually pays the most attention to her appearance. Even if her hair crown is slightly tilted, she will immediately stop what she is doing and use both hands to straighten it.

However, at this time, Ling Shuanghun's jade crown had been broken in the fierce battle, and a large part of his hair had been cut off. The cinnabar mark between his eyebrows had been stained with blood, blurring into a somewhat weird petal shape. As for his clothes, they were even splashed with blood and ash, and were completely unbearable to look at.

Ji Qinghong chuckled and said, "I just heard that you are good at identifying the species of aliens."

Ling Shuanghun was stunned and said, "Yes."

He added: "Compared to Xiao Wu, my ability to invent alien species is still far behind."

Ji Qinghong didn't seem to care what Ling Shuanghun said, he just needed someone to listen.

Ji Qinghong recited slowly: "This place not only has the Love Devourer Demon, but also the Plague Demon, the Ghost Head Demon, the Golden Eye Demon, the Explosive Flame Demon, the Giant Rolling Sphere Demon..."

If someone else pronounces the dishes in this way, it can be said that the person is very knowledgeable and knows everything about them.

But somehow, when Ji Qinghong read them one by one, it was as if he was reading a list of assassinations with a smile on his face.

The hot, fishy wind on the battlefield suddenly became a little cold. Ling Shuanghun couldn't help rubbing his arms.

Ji Qinghong smiled and said, "One thousand eight hundred and forty-six."

Ling Shuanghun was confused: "What?"

Ji Qinghong didn't mind repeating it again, and even went into more detail:

"I personally went to the battlefield of the Demon War for the last time. One thousand eight hundred and forty-six - this is the number of alien species that we killed together with our swords in the past."

At this point, Ji Qinghong smiled slightly and said, "You Crane historians are always well-read in history books. Do you know what happened next?"

“…”

Hearing this, Ling Shuanghun suddenly reacted belatedly.

"Master Ji Yao, is this the burial place of Senior Yun Suzhen..."?

Ji Qinghong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It's amazing that someone still remembers it."

Ling Shuanghun said with a smile: "I once borrowed the name of Xiaoyan to read Gui Yuan Dan Lie Zhuan."

As a historian, memorizing all written materials has evolved into an instinct.

Since he had read "Gui Yuan Dan Lie Chuan" once, Ling Shuanghun remembered most of its contents.

Ji Qinghong seemed to suddenly become interested.

He pointed to the magic seal next to him and said, "In the beginning, Su Yu used his body as the last piece of the formation on this seal."

Having said this, Ji Qinghong suddenly narrowed his eyes and spoke in a soft voice as if he was talking to himself.

——"Now I have to let her see what I am going to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flame in Ji Qinghong's palm suddenly burned violently.

That flame was extremely special. Apart from the crow's cry fire, it was the only one Ling Shuanghun had ever seen in his life.

The flames were several feet away, passing over Ling Shuanghun's face, allowing Bai He to feel the scorching temperature of the flames.

But behind the flames, Ji Qinghong's red eyes were as cold as two pieces of crystal clear ice.

He whispered: "One, two, three..."

Every time he named one, Ji Qinghong would use one of the aliens as the center of the formation and nail it to the ground using a special method.

He selects each alien species with great care, and will not kill any but high-level alien species.

Every time Ji Qinghong took the life of an alien, the monks around him could feel the pressure relieved.

"One thousand eight hundred and forty-four, one thousand eight hundred and forty-five... one thousand eight hundred and forty-six." Ji Qinghong sighed softly, "That's enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, one thousand eight hundred and forty-six alien species appeared, forming one thousand eight hundred and forty-six formation points.

The sharp silver rays intertwined into a piece, and a formation was completed!

…

Just when Ling Shuanghun was at Xiyang Cliff and had not yet met Ji Qinghong.

At that time, Ling Shuanghun was still flapping his wings and commanding the monks.

At the same time, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang finally arrived at the roots of the Luoyue Tree.

It may sound a bit narcissistic to say this.

But for this giant tree that reaches from the sky to the earth, no matter if one is looking at it from afar through the clouds of Pengshan Mountain or getting close and appreciating it carefully with the head tilted upwards, the first impression that the Moon-falling Tree leaves on Yan Luoyue is one of warmth and beauty.

Yan Luoyue couldn't help but stretch out a hand and press it on the trunk of the Luoyue Tree.

At this moment, she clearly felt a strong sense of blood connection coming from the tree to her continuously.

Logically speaking, the bark should feel rough and rugged.

But when Yan Luoyue leaned against the tree trunk, it was like holding his right hand with his left hand.

This feeling cannot be said to be that she was divided into two, because the Falling Moon Tree and the Falling Moon are actually the same existence.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue could feel: his feet were on the ground, and his roots were deeply rooted in the soil.

On the other hand, Wu Manshuang also established a connection with the Manshuang Stone.

He sat on a huge black rock covered with frost patterns. When he looked up, he could see two branches that had twisted in the opposite direction and were hanging down towards the frost-covered stone.

Wu Man Shuang gazed deeply into the shade of the trees, then suddenly stretched out her hand.

The next second, a falling green leaf was held in Wu Manshuang's palm with great cherishment.

As a natural divine creature, the Moon-falling Tree will not shed its leaves easily.

So this leaf is naturally...

Wu Manshuang looked at Yan Luoyue, only to see her playfully making a face at him: "I'll bloom for you later."

Wu Ti Zhi Huo was fed bird food by these two people until he lost his mind.

He quacked and hopped to the Froststone. He stomped his two tiny feet hard on the stone a few times, raised his wings, and pointed them in the direction of the enemy: "Let's go! Let's go straight to that guy!"

Yan Luoyue stopped the crow from crying impulsively: "Not yet. I can feel that my original body and the puppet Love Devouring Net are still in a stalemate."

At this moment, the branches of the Falling Moon Tree and the thin threads of the Puppet Love Net were entangled together, like a tangled ball of red and blue scrambled yarn.

And Crow's Cry Fire's suggestion was as if he was going to cut the blue line directly with a sword.

The blue line can of course be cut directly, but at the same time, the red line will also be cut into two parts.

Wu Manshuang understood this matter more thoroughly.

He gave an example to Wu Ti Zhi Huo: "It's like when a little turtle breaks out of its shell, it has to pry the shell open little by little by itself, and can't let others help it from the outside."

Crow Crying Fire was about to nod to show that he understood, when he heard Yan Luoyue smile and say, "Well, it's the same with little snakes."

Crow's Cry Fire: "..."

It's so annoying, you two keep showing off your affection, it's almost making it mad!

But in the next second, when Yan Luoyue stretched out a hand to Wu Ti Fire and said, "Wu Ti, come and help me," Wu Ti Fire still snorted lightly and flew awkwardly to Yan Luoyue's arm.

The only flame in the world that can refine the Falling Moon Wood is the Crow's Cry Fire.

As for Luoyue, what he needs to do next is to refine his own Luoyue Wood body into a container to capture the Puppet Love Devouring Net.

Wu Manshuang also walked down from the Frost Stone and silently pressed Yan Luoyue's shoulder.

In theory, they have deduced the entire refining process many times before.

Because the Falling Moon Tree itself has no killing power, she needs to rely on Wu Man Shuang's power and use the power of extreme yin as a knife to behead the Puppet Love Devouring Net.

The flame was like a thin thread, melting and flowing into the trunk of the Falling Moon Tree.

The first step of refining was like a computer hard drive finally being installed into a machine. Yan Luoyue retrieved all his memories of the past and of "The Unification of All Worlds".

…

It’s like the left and right hands are drawing a square and a circle respectively.

At this time, a part of Yan Luoyue was still carefully carrying out the refining process.

The other part of her, however, floated leisurely in the sea of ​​consciousness, wandering freely in her own memories.

Yan Luoyue saw that the souls of the sacrificed were carefully collected by her in the Falling Moon Tree. After a period of rest, the chaotic souls gradually became sober. Each weak soul was a new level 1 trumpet.

Yan Luoyue also saw that the "players" found joy in adversity, started from scratch, and used spiritual power to build a new environment, replacing desolation with abundance.

During this period, several modern players were particularly active. They not only built the Qin King dungeon in the underground palace, but also set the first record of "Qin King walking around the pillar".

Yan Luoyue also saw that even in the form of a soul, she still couldn't stop love from happening.

So, a seahorse demon fell in love with a human.

The players surrounded them and held a wedding for them. They also forced the male player to give him a seahorse pouch as a token of love.

The male player protested loudly: "Whose soul can give birth to a child?"

"Take it with you first, and we'll talk later."

"That's right, it's not a matter of giving birth or not, it's a matter of attitude!"

During this period, the golden consciousness bar above Yan Luoyue's head had been flickering slightly.

But faced with such a vast amount of information, she is now able to handle it.

In addition to those fragmentary and joyful messages, Yan Luoyue also read a memory.

Long before the incarnation of Luoyue Tree was established, he was still manipulating a trumpet named "Yan Luoyue" and strolling in "The Unity of All Worlds".

There was once a spirit who knew her identity and sat down to have a casual conversation with the Moonlit Tree.

She said: "Humans do not have strong claws, nor do they have the racial talent to fly into the sky, dive into the sea, or hide underground."

But in another world, humans started out as raw meat eaters, then gradually picked up axes and pickaxes and made iron plows to till the land...

Until, step by step, I grasped the slender pen in my hand, and then picked up the omnipotent mobile phone.

In this world, humans developed the Dao of Talismans, the Dao of Alchemy, the Dao of Instruments, the Dao of Arrays...

Humans use every way they can think of to develop spiritual energy and get closer to the way of heaven.

Therefore, among the many races in the three realms, humans stand out and are a unique entity.

The soul named Yun Suyi held her chin with one hand and looked at Yan Luoyue with a deep and quiet gaze.

She said: "This is what we humans are good at, turning the external environment into our own strength."

"——It's like we transformed the environment of "One World", and it's like you own us."

Yun Suzhen placed her palm on the back of Yan Luoyue's hand.

She said: "Since the incarnation cannot directly carry the memory, in order to find the Crow's Cry Fire, you need a skill as a lead. So, between refining elixirs and refining equipment, I suggest you learn refining equipment."

And facts have proved that the choice made at that time has become a crucial move today.

Yan Luoyue not only learned how to refine weapons, but also used these methods to transform herself.

When the spiritual consciousness took in all the memories, the refining of the Falling Moon Wood by the Crow's Cry Fire was just completed.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue's consciousness turned into a torrent of information, and Man Shuang and Wu Ti became the wings for Yan Luoyue to fly.

She was like a sharp knife, carrying the power of extreme yin and extreme yang, climbing up along the branches and silver threads, piercing through the opponent's eighteen layers of defense and heading straight for the opponent's nest.

Then, in the close combat, Yan Luoyue saw the deepest secret hidden by the Puppet Love Devouring Network——