All the soldiers of the Peregrine Fate team stopped the group charge of the fifth formation of the Demon Pioneer Army with a death rate of over 60%.

The cultivation of a monk is not born or a tower in the air. It is a tower that has been repaired after many years of spring and autumn based on himself.

In just a short moment, Guo Sai reversed his meridians and shook Kunlun, destroying the magnificent pavilion he had built for decades of hard work. He would only seize the fleeting precious opportunity and instantly kill the demon general whose experience of joining the army was not inferior to him in one fell swoop, and would never give him a chance to react again.

The number of generals in the flank troops of the demon army was not as good as the main battle formation, but there were six or seven. Several generals of the virtual realm only saw the chaotic center of the battlefield. Suddenly, a black land of hundreds of feet in radius was overturned by unknown terrifying forces. Hundreds of demon soldiers were torn into pieces by this force of aura, and an insurmountable mountain was erected on the battlefield.

The half of the body of the general who carried a gun and refining the Void Realm was pulled up together.

Several generals in charge of their own area soon noticed the half-kneeling Immortal Alliance generals under the "black mountains", and snorted coldly, their figures flashed, and they came to Guo Sai in a moment. The loyal soldiers guarding the side roared, and the long sword flashing in their hands before they could be swung out, the demon general was hanged at the tip of the spear. The magic power surged, and the body of the soldiers exploded in an instant, and the corpse was left unstoppable.

A shot stabbed Guo Sai at the head. The man in Suzhou whose spiritual power tower had been destroyed had a calm look, and he could no longer move.

At this inexorable critical moment, the solemn Buddha's name suddenly sounded behind Guo Sai. An elderly monk with red cassock suddenly appeared in front of Guo Sai, with his palms solemnly closed, and the spear tip of the spear with a surging roar was locked in the palm of the old monk.

The cold and evil spirits met the Haoran Buddha light, which was incompatible with each other and made a hissing sound.

The domineering gun in his hand was blocked by the old monk. The demon general sneered, and the tip of the thorny blood gun in his hand twisted like a poisonous snake. Several times of gold and stone attack sounded out from the old monk's clasped palms. A wisp of light golden blood flowed down the old monk's wrist.

It is a golden body of Buddha that can only be cultivated by the Taoist monks.

The old monk's face remained unchanged and his steps remained unmoved.

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect who came here from Hongyuan Temple in Huizhou did not care about the blood flowing like a stream in his palms. He only said to the Suzhou man behind him: "Guo, we are late."

The female Bodhisattva who came from Mount Lanta stood beside Guo Sai, holding a clean bottle in his hand. A piece of willow branches in the clean bottle was taken out by the female Bodhisattva, and a few drops of sweet rain were sprinkled out. The sweet rain was met with a series of deafening explosions. The demon generals were damaged in the qi and decisively pulled out the tip of the spear from the palm of the abbot of the Pure Land Sect and retreated, pulling out a handful of golden blood.

The female Bodhisattva of Lantu Mountain, whose Dharma name is Six Pearls, then spread the sweet rain on Guo Sai. The magnificent vitality contained in the sweet rain wandered on his eight extraordinary meridians and finally gathered in his dantian to provide him with a steady stream of spiritual power.

Three thousand black hairs on the female Bodhisattva's head were flying in the wind. She said calmly: "The Guo tribe destroyed his cultivation for the people of the world. We admire it. This drop of return to Tianlin can barely remedy and recondensate the spiritual power in your body. There may not be no chance to climb to the peak of the immortal path in the future. Please don't give up. The Peregrine Falcon needs you."

Liuzhu Bodhisattva looked straight into Guo Sai's eyes, "Your son still needs a father."

Guo Sai felt a new force gushing out of his body, supporting him to stand up again.

Hundreds of thousands of monks were dealing with the demon soldiers who had flown into the rear due to the river tactics, and began to join the front battlefield and fight side by side with the elite soldiers of the Peregrine Falcon.

Among the 100,000 monks, not only Hongyuan Temple, Lanta Mountain and Vajra Sect, but also countless monks from the second and third grade Buddhists. Some of them went to Kunlun in response to the call of the Immortal Alliance; some of them went north to inherit the friendship of Yang Shen, the subordinate of Lieshan. But more of them were "uninvited".

Jiuzhou, which was swaying in the storm, is now at its most dangerous time. An old monk who became a monk halfway through the journey and even his robes are in pieces, said that the more time they are, the more they should stand in front of them, the more they usually receive incense.

Otherwise, you will be ashamed of the incense, the Buddha, and the sentient beings in the world.

The down-and-out old monk who was once called a wild monk by a pilgrimage took out a bad quality, but every one of the robes was carefully sewn on his shoulders. For many years, he was reluctant to replace himself with a pair of thick cloth shoes, and he couldn't bear to spend a few more copper plates to buy an egg to improve the food for sleeping in the wind. All of them were used to buy needlework and lamp oil. Every night, he used the faint lights to sew robes in the ruined temples where the wind was blowing everywhere.

He can ignore anything, but this robe can't be broken.

On the battlefield, he stepped on straw sandals with only a few cloth ropes, wore a fiery red cassock, chanting the Buddha's name that was more solemn than anyone else, combined with his palms that were more solemn than anyone else, and taking more unwavering steps than anyone else, he met the demon generals of the God Transformation Realm.

The demon general swung his sword and easily shattered the Buddha light of the old monk's body-protecting body. The demon sword penetrated into the bones and stabbed it straight into the old monk's chest. When the demon general thought he could take off another Buddha's head, he suddenly realized that he could not pull out the sword no matter what. He could use the sword energy to stir the blood, flesh and meridians in the old monk's body into a ball of minced meat paste, which was still useless.

The demon general raised his head and ran into the old monk's calm gaze. He was subconsciously stunned.

The old monk took another step forward, and the long sword pierced him completely. The blade pierced the cassock behind him, so that he could ignore the demonic light that protected the body during his lifetime.

He held a palm in front of his chest and trembledly pressed another dry palm that had been covered with traces of time to the heart of the demon general. Suddenly, the force broke the enemy's heart.

The old monk stood tall in a corner of the battlefield, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The blood was red, but the red one was like a fire robe on his shoulders.

The old monk who finally finished his wasted life finally got rid of his life and laughed and said, "Amitabha."

At this moment, the Buddhist paths in the nine provinces were no longer of the solemn Buddhist lords. In the solemn Buddha's name that resounded throughout the world, a total of 100,000 golden dazzling Buddha lights rose, shutting out the demon army like a high wall, and blocking the fierce torrent of black steel amplitude one hundred and thirty miles away from the flank of Jiayuguan, and not taking a step back.

The fifth wing formation of the left wing of the Demon Pioneer Army did not expect that these Buddhist practitioners would be so brave that they dared to use their physical bodies to resist the impact of the torrent. The most hateful thing was that they actually resisted it! All the generals in the formation of Void Refining Realm could not stand in the rear. They were all like ordinary soldiers, rushing on the front line to fight fiercely with several Buddhist masters who were also Void Refining Realm.

Because the attack of the fifth phalanx was blocked, the tenth phalanx that followed closely behind had already joined the vanguard. The Buddha light wall made by 100,000 Buddhist disciples would not be able to break through in a short time. Even if it was forcibly broken, at least 100,000 soldiers would be brought in. Although the third prince supervising the battle had previously ordered that he could break through at all costs and defeat the garrisons on both sides of Jiayuguan as soon as possible, the sooner he would join the front main combat troops, the better. However, the general of the Lien Void Realm who was responsible for commanding the tenth phalanx decided to reduce the loss of the troops and detour from both sides.

Among the 100,000 elite troops in the tenth phalanx formation were equipped with the Golden-backed Rhinoceros heavy cavalry. The 100,000 troops began to bypass a huge arc, avoid the Buddha light wall on the front, and began to move quickly to the hinterland behind the 100,000 Buddhist disciples. Guo Sai, who witnessed the changes in the tactics of the demon clan, looked pale as blood. Now their rear troops only have a group of young leaders who are not well-informed in the world. How could they stop such a demon clan army?

Nearly 70% of the soldiers of the Peregrine Falcon tribe were killed and killed, and the entire army was almost broken up. However, after they realized the intention of the demon army, they dragged their exhausted bodies again and continued to reinforce the rear. These soldiers who had been through the battlefield knew that once the rear was lost and were attacked on both sides, they would really not be able to recover the situation.

The five thousand gold-backed rhinoceros heavy rider was added twice, and the steps were as heavy as a mountain. The heat waves gushed out from the breath were enough to melt the snow in an instant. Their skin, which should have been pitch black, was abnormally red. It was obvious that the knight on their backs had some kind of forbidden technique to consume their lifespan, so as to be able to tear open the rear defense line of the Immortal Dao Alliance as soon as possible.

As long as you can successfully break through, these costs are worth it!

The demon knights on the golden-backed rhinoceros passed the high wall of Buddha light and crossed the peregrine falcons soldiers who were already unable to return to defense. The defense lines of young men and women in the rear seemed so ignorant and ridiculous under their roaring iron hooves. They seemed to have seen the panicked expressions on the faces of the young disciples.

As the wind and snow roared, the five thousand golden rhinoceros heavy cavalry successfully broke into the rear front of the flank of Jiayuguan. At this moment, not only Guo Sai, who was the rooster of the Peregrine Falcon, but even the abbot of the Pure Land Sect and the Vajra Sect who witnessed this scene changed drastically.

Only the female Bodhisattva who walked out of Mount Lanta was still unmoved.

A moment later, a loud noise came from the rear front, and then a loud roar of heavy objects cutting through the air was heard. A demon cavalry and a golden-backed rhinoceros were thrown into the sky, smashed heavily to the ground, and fell into two pools of meat paste.

Before the lingering sound passed, more golden-backed rhinos and cavalrymen were thrown out of the rear line covered by the wind and snow. Many cavalrymen and golden-backed rhinos had broken bones and died when they were thrown into the sky. What's more, only meat pieces and skeletons were left flying out of the wind and snow. Various things fell to the ground one after another, making a heart-wrenching dull sound. The snow in the sky was dyed blood red before it even fell.

Two half-step Void Refining Realm generals who were dormant among the five thousand heavy cavalry also turned into two headless corpses and were thrown out. Their heads rolled into the snow, their eyes widened, and they died with their eyes closed.

On the snow in front of the rear front, the hot blood melted the snow and was scarlet.

The demon generals of the Tenth Square Formation who saw this scene were cold all over the body.

In the still fluttering silver and white wind and snow, a melodious piano music suddenly sounded.

A moment later, a low flute sound accompanies the sound of the piano, and a clear and gentle female voice sings.

"A hundred feet tall and majestic pass, and stars hang on the corners of the building."

"The city walls of thousands of miles are connected to the sky, and the clouds fly on the walls."

"The moon is like a hook in the autumn night, and the wind and snow are together forever."

"I won't watch the wolf smoke in the past, the shepherd's flute and the east wind willow."

The woman's singing is melodious, and among the sound of the piano and the flute, there are seven characters of a man's cold poem.

"Qinghai Changyun Kunlun Mountain, and the lonely city looks at Jiayuguan from afar."

"Working with golden armor after bloody battles, you will never return until you break the enemy camp."

The gentle or cold voices of men and women echoed in the wind and snow, with only a few simple words, which made people feel a magnificent picture of a dream of golden swords and iron horses.

When I first heard the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute, I heard it again and it was already a murderous intent.

A elegant robe with green colors took the lead in walking out of the wind and snow.

It is like a long green bamboo that is not afraid of the wind and snow that has grown in this barren land.

The man held the bamboo flute in his left hand and the sword in his right hand. He was the fourth senior brother of Qingyun Houshan.

A gentle woman in goose yellow dress followed the man with her zither holding the piano, plucking the strings of her green fingertips, and the lingering sound broke the wind and snow. She was the third senior sister of Qingyun Back Mountain.

The fifth senior brother Chen Lu drew his sword and came out, and the wind and snow in the sky could not invade three feet in front of him.

The sixth senior sister Yu Han frowned, and the blood on the sword in her hand dripped like a stream.

Walking behind Senior Sister Six are two beautiful young women.

One is Xin Tong and the other is Qing Xuan.

In addition, there are Xi disciples from Jiange in Tianyong City, Ling Yue, Fu Gongxi disciples from Dan Tai Shuiyue, Dahuang Palace disciples from Jun Mo, Yu Mei, daughter of the hall master, Huangfu Youlian, daughter of the Wanxian Sect Master, Qiu Li, the youngest and most promising elder in Shangqing Palace, and countless young leaders from the first and second sects, all gathered here.

Among the tens of thousands of young leaders from various sects and sects in Jiuzhou, the little monk wearing a fiery red cassock felt that it was obvious that he was a little eye-catching.

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect did not allow him to participate in the most tragic battle on the front line. On the one hand, the abbot had a little selfish intention and could not bear to let the boy who was destined to be promoted to Hongyuan Temple in the future die here early. On the other hand, the abbot also gave Jueming a death order, so that he would find a way to save the lives of the two women named Xin Tong and Qing Xuan. The abbot said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appeared before the war.

The Buddha's warning is that Buddhist disciples should do their best to do it.

Jueming was not afraid of death. He went north and traveled all over the northern region for his passing master, seeing all the flowers and brocades of flowers on earth. He also broke through to the realm of refining the Void by a series of opportunities and became the youngest true Buddha in people's mouth.

But he just felt a little regretful, because he could not find Chang Xi among these young leaders.

After the battle in Wushan, he walked up to Qingyun to guard him with a hemp. Then he learned that Chang Xi had resurrected from the dead as if he was favored by the gods. He was so happy that he rushed from Hongyuan Temple to Qingyun Mountain, and was told that Chang Xi had rushed to Kunlun in the Northern Region.

When he followed the abbot to respond to the call of the Immortal Dao Alliance to go north to Kunlun, he was told that Chang Xi seemed to have gone to a very far and dangerous place alone, just to help Jiuzhou, which is now in turmoil, find a glimmer of life.

The little monk's mouth is warm. Isn't Chang Donor just such a great hero who helps the world? This is true in the Soul Burial Ridge, the Battle of Wushan, and even more so now.

If the donor in the constant world can worship the Buddha, maybe he might be the supreme true Buddha now, right?

The wind and snow outside the frontier began to rhythm as the fourth senior brother's slightly ups and downs breathing.

Wen Zhuyu and July looked at each other, and the latter gently stroked the strings of the tremolo and said softly: "We need to play an advantage with Guo tribe and the Buddhist seniors as soon as possible so that the Dongyou tribe and Xinghai tribe on the other side will act according to the prior plan."

Wen Zhuyu turned around and thousands of disciples of the sect took him as the one.

He let out a breath of Haoran from his chest.

"Brother, second brother, you are not here, so I will do this time."

This young sword cultivator in the fairyland who was not visible in the fairyland and was still exposed, finally shining with the most dazzling brilliance at this moment.

A bamboo flute is running slowly, and I hear a sword from the bamboo feathers swaying towards the sky!
Chapter completed!