"How could you do this? Who exactly is the enemy? You don't even have the strength to kill the skeleton soldiers, but you actually want to attack the masters!
Even if you occupy the top of the mountain, how many days can you hold out without the help of the masters from the Compassionate Heaven?
Look ahead, where the seven masters are, the skeleton soldiers have lost their fighting power. Not only do you not kill the skeleton soldiers, you are even trying to attract the attention of Cibeitian! "
A heroic-looking female cultivator stood up and shouted angrily. After finishing her words, she flew down the mountain, flashed around Zhizhen and the others, raised her sword, and slashed at the skeleton soldiers whose mobility was affected by the Buddha's light. [First published online]
Gradually, more monks stood up and flew down the mountain.
What the female cultivator said was right. In the current situation, there is no way to engage in internal fighting.
Wasting the power of human monks and rebelling against them is simply seeking death.
Zhicheng and others simply put away the temple behind them, then went to the center of the skeleton soldiers and threw the temple down.
The temple had a strong Buddhist aura, and when it was smashed down, the skeleton soldiers instinctively dodged.
More than twenty monks sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, beating wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures.
Saving the souls of evil spirits was what the monks were best at. With the monks of Mercy Heaven holding the skeleton soldiers back, the hundreds of monks who joined in later were able to kill the skeleton soldiers with ease!
At this time, the monks stranded on the mountain fell into despair.
Although the skeleton soldiers were unconscious, they knew how to avoid danger and seek good fortune. They bypassed the temple and Monk Zhizhen and others and chased towards the mountain.
Without the temple guarding the top of the mountain and the monks chanting sutras, those who remained on the top of the mountain realized that even if they had the formation plate, they would not be able to hold out for long.
By this time, it was too late for them to escape down the mountain and join the monks' group.
The skeleton soldiers who surrounded the mountain and blocked the waterside didn't give them this opportunity at all.
The dense swarms of skeleton soldiers were like a swarm of locusts. When they left the mountain, the monks on top were eaten till nothing was left.
The Skeleton Soldiers had no intention of staying to fight the monks. After they wiped out those on the mountain, they quickly rushed forward without looking back.
At this time, the sky gradually darkened and the heavy snow stopped.
The monks who stayed behind to follow Master Cibeitian took the initiative to clean up the battlefield.
"You can't touch anything belonging to the skeleton soldiers! Once you put on these armors, you will lose your mind and become puppets enslaved by the armor! These skeletons and everything on them must be burned!" Zhizhen reminded all the monks.
Back then, when he was outside the sea of Pangu's consciousness, he had personally experienced the incident with the skeleton soldiers.
Although everyone felt it was a pity, no one dared to doubt Zhizhen's words.
The reason is simple. If Monk Zhizhen coveted those things, he would not let them destroy them.
Moreover, if there is no problem with such a good thing, these masters of Cibeitian will not refuse it.
After Zhizhen finished speaking, the temple was surrounded by a sea of fire.
"Meet Master Zhiframe!"
“Thank you, Master Zhiframe!”
“Thank you, Master Cibeitian, for giving us a way out!”
Someone took the lead and everyone immediately followed suit.
"Amitabha, you choose your own path, you choose life for yourself!"
The female cultivator who took the lead in speaking was actually the old acquaintance Rao Ling!
Standing beside her were Cao Fugui and Luo Xinghun.
"Amitabha! How are the three benefactors? Let's go into the hall and chat."
The three of them quickly saluted Zhizhen again. This monk had saved them for the second time.
When the scattered cultivators saw that the three people were actually friends with Master Zhizhen, their eyes became a little hot when they looked at them.
Many people decided to please the three people in order to obtain protection in the Heaven of Mercy.
Cao Fugui said, "Master, you should go and rest first. We will clean up this place first and do some defensive work."
Zhizhen smiled slightly and said, "Well, I'll take my leave now!"
After Zhizhen entered the hall, everyone put out the fire, cleaned up the surroundings, and then surrounded Cao Fugui and the other three.
A male cultivator stepped forward and said, "Everyone! There are still ten years until the portal to the Void God Realm opens, and these skeleton soldiers are coming with such force this time. If we want to survive this, we must unite.
I suggest that we take Fellow Daoist Cao as the leader!"
"I agree. From now on, I will follow Daoist Fellow Cao's lead!"
"We are willing to take Fellow Daoist Cao as our leader!"
His proposal was immediately supported by others. Those who were able to survive until now and choose to follow Cibeitian to fight against those skeleton soldiers were relatively smart.
Cao Fugui didn't want to cause trouble for the monks of Cibeitian. If too many people gathered together, they would make a big conspicuous sight.
Easily surrounded by skeleton soldiers.
Of course, if there are fewer people, it is easy to die at the hands of skeleton soldiers.
"Everyone, I think our gathering together will make us look too big. I was just about to say goodbye to Master Cibeitian..."
Before Cao Fugui could finish his words, he was interrupted.
"Fellow Daoist Cao, you can't leave! The safest place to stay now is by the side of the Merciful Heaven Masters!"
"That's right, Fellow Daoist Cao, if you leave you'll be courting death!"
"Friend Cao, don't be impulsive!"
"Second uncle, we can't agree to them. They are just worried that if we leave, the masters of Cibeitian will not take them in." Luo Xinghun quickly sent a message to Cao Fugui.
“Yes, Uncle Cao, if we stay here, we will cause trouble for the Master Sect of Cibeitian.
There aren't many skeleton soldiers today, but if they become numerous someday, I'm afraid the masters won't be able to hold on. "After all, chanting sutras still consumes a lot of energy."
If the monk Cibeitian had acted alone and found another place to hide, he might have been able to escape this catastrophe.
"I know! I won't agree to them!"
"My fellow Daoists, even without these skeleton soldiers, I don't think my chances of survival are very high. After all, only a thousand people can survive among 500,000 people, and that doesn't include the direct descendants of the various heavens.
Now we are gathered together, but in the end, we will inevitably kill each other.
Therefore, Cao cannot agree to your request. Cao still feels that if there are too many people together, the conspicuousness will be too great.
Fellow Daoists, I, Cao, will now take my leave!"
After Cao Fugui finished speaking, he took Luo Xinghun and Rao Ling to the outside of the temple's main hall to ask to see Zhizhen.
"Amitabha! Has Donor Cao decided to leave?"
"Yes! Thank you Master Zhizhen for saving my life. If I am lucky enough to survive, I will definitely go to the Merciful Heaven to thank you!"
Zhizhen didn't force them. To him, no matter what choices others made, it was nothing more than cause and effect and fate.
He had no intention of interfering.
"Master, after we leave, please take care of yourself first!" Cao Fugui was worried that the monks would have to bear the burden of the hundreds or thousands of people outside.
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