Volume 10: Fuyao Chapter 147 Chicken Soup Monk
The battle in the wake of the Spirit Sea Tide has been going on for six days.
The evil spirit on Gu Qiu has almost condensed into substance.
In a complex battlefield like the tail current of the Spirit Sea Tide, the sword cultivation system that can unleash its offensive in a short period of time undoubtedly has a unique advantage.
As one of the most outstanding sword cultivators of the human race, he and Li Shiyi killed countless demons in these six days.
The number was so large that even he couldn't remember them all.
Perhaps, the number of demon cultivators that many cultivators have seen in their entire lives is not as many as the number that Gu Qiu has killed in these six days.
At this moment, he was looking at the sky in the distance, frowning slightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking.
Just then, there seemed to be a breeze blowing by, bringing a refreshing air flow.
Then, a sword cultivator appeared behind Gu Qiu along with the breeze.
"Gu Qiu."
"Shiyi, did you feel it too?" Gu Qiu knew who was coming behind him without turning around, and asked calmly.
"Although there are no specific statistics on casualties, we can clearly feel that the casualty rate of our human cultivators in the past two days is not right." Li Shiyi replied in a deep voice.
"Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary," Gu Qiu said word by word, "What do you think is the reason?"
"I think there must be a real master among the demons who took action." Li Shiyi frowned and said.
This is the biggest possibility.
"If this trend continues, our plan may not proceed as expected." Gu Qiu was worried, and the sect master's instructions before leaving flashed through his mind.
Help him delay the demons as much as possible.
Today, only eight days have passed since the sect leader left.
This amount of time is far from enough.
"No matter what the situation is, we must change this situation and not let the demons slaughter our human monks without hindrance and without scruples."
Li Shiyi said: "Even if it is Soul Master and Yu Master who take action this time, we must try our best to hold them back. Even if it is..."
Even if it is.
No matter how hard you try, you will die.
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The eighth day of the Spirit Sea Tide Battle.
Western frontier state.
This place was once a state in the western region of Zhongling, and was extremely prosperous and bustling.
But with the invasion of demons and the eruption of the Spirit Sea Tide, the Western Frontier State had long since turned into a deserted and dangerous place. Now it has become a corner of the cruel and chaotic Taoist-Demon battlefield.
High above the sky above Lingcheng, the former capital of Xichuizhou.
Two streaks of light flashed by.
Then, following a stream of spiritual energy in the far west of the path of flowing light, a human cultivator in the third calamity realm who had been hiding there for a long time fell straight from the sky.
In a city far away
In the five small battlefields in the north, a total of eight human cultivators suddenly felt black in front of their eyes and lost their lives...
There were no scars on these people's bodies, and they looked peaceful, as if they were asleep.
Without knowing how or when to attack, dozens of human cultivators, including one in the third calamity realm, died in this way.
Even among the powerful demon clan, there are only a handful of people who can possess such means.
At this moment.
The two streams of light stopped, revealing a human figure within them.
The Azure Dragon rules, the White Tiger rules.
Not long ago, these two were the gatekeepers of Zhongling and the patron saints of Zhongling. But now, they have suddenly turned into the Demon Lords of the Demon Race and the gods of death who reap the lives of human monks on this battlefield.
The reason why the human race's casualty rate has increased sharply in the past two days is because two days ago, the Azure Dragon Lord and the White Tiger Lord began to intervene in the battle in the Spirit Sea Tide.
These two masters were once the two most powerful cultivators in Zhongling.
Facing such an existence, in order to stop him, in addition to extraordinary courage and will, truly powerful strength is also needed.
At least the middle spirit does not have such power.
The Sword Sect does have a top swordsman like Xie Qingyun, but Xie Qingyun is not here now.
So who can stop these two?
In a trance, a monk in a cassock appeared on the scene at some point, in front of the Azure Dragon Lord and the White Tiger Lord.
His robes were stained with blood and should have been dirty, but they still gave people a clean and ethereal feeling.
This is true for both body and mind.
Chicken soup monk.
The abbot of the Chicken Soup Temple has already cultivated to the highest level of physical invincibility.
Ordinary attacks cannot hurt him at all.
Even the high-level demon cultivators in the demon army couldn't do much to deal with him.
Even the raging spiritual flow was ignored by the Chicken Soup Monk.
Next to the Chicken Soup Monk are two sword practitioners.
Who can stop the Azure Dragon and White Tiger Lords?
It’s the Sword Sect, of course.
The most powerful force among the Zhongling human race at this moment is the Sword Sect.
A monk and two sword practitioners stood in front of the Azure Dragon Lord and the White Tiger Lord.
…
"Xie Qingyun chose to flee in the end when facing the two of us. Do you think you are stronger than Xie Qingyun and can stop me?"
The Azure Dragon Lord looked at the three people in front of him and asked.
His tone sounded sincere, but in fact it was full of condescending contempt.
"The sect leader has fought with you?" Gu Qiu was a little surprised.
"Escape in panic." The Azure Dragon Lord smiled triumphantly.
"So..." Gu Qiu thought for a moment and said concisely: "Then you are really strong. I admire you."
"So you guys are still planning to try to shake a tree with an ant?"
Gu Qiu held the sword, thought for a moment, turned his head and glanced at Li Shiyi and the Chicken Soup Monk beside him, then looked at them, turned his head and answered the Azure Dragon Lord seriously: "We want to give it a try."
His answer was calm, yet confident.
Before this, the Azure Dragon Lord was a regional cultivator.
There are only seven cultivators of this level in the entire human race. For any cultivator, they are an unattainable existence.
But Gu Qiu definitely does not lack the courage to challenge.
Hearing Gu Qiu's words, Azure Dragon Lord couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh from the bottom of his heart. He raised his hand and pointed at Gu Qiu, saying: "You human cultivators are so arrogant that it's cute and ridiculous."
He snorted coldly and waved his hand, "In that case, I'll play with you guys."
The next moment.
The wind and rain were dark, with thunder and lightning.
The flow of spiritual energy began to swirl inexplicably, forming a tornado that splashed out.
The Azure Dragon Lord attacked fiercely at this moment without showing any mercy.
Ripples spread out on his palms , and his pressure was like a flood that opened up, pressing down on Gu Qiu, Li Shiyi and the Chicken Soup Monk.
But at the same time, Buddhist chants inexplicably sounded between heaven and earth, and the low chants could be heard.
"Om, Baza, Hei, Om, Baza, Chanza, Maha Ruhana Hum Hei."
This is the heart mantra of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.
The chicken soup monk has a peaceful and meditative look on his face.
He took a step forward, each step covering a hundred feet, and stood in front of Gu Qiu and Li Shiyi.
Facing the attack from the Azure Dragon Lord, the monk in a cassock stretched out his arm, formed a seal with one hand, and chanted the Buddha's name.
Just as the name of the Buddhist mantra suggests, great power comes in an instant.
The whole body of the Chicken Soup Monk suddenly glowed with golden light.
Although the tornado sent out by the Azure Dragon Lord was as powerful as if it could turn the clouds and rain upside down and overturn the rivers and seas, it could not enter the vicinity of the holy monk.
