The Samadhi fire has never burned so extreme as it did at this moment.
Zhusheng didn't have time, she knew that Ji Yuan waved his hand and it was the life of hundreds of monks.
Those people outside used to be strangers, but they believed in her, followed her, and after three years of entrusting their lives, they were all her comrades-in-arms, no longer strangers.
Their life and death are no longer irrelevant to her.
Zhusheng pushes the samadhi fire to the extreme.
She even felt her every cell burning.
She didn't know what the results would be if she burned herself to the extreme, whether it would hurt her body, her inner dan, or her life.
But she didn't have time to think about it now, she could only burn, burn, burn and burn again One cell is burned to death, and new cells are born.
The large number and recurrence of death and rebirth inevitably brought pain to her physical body, making her feel as if she had returned to the time on the Yang Refining Peak in the past.
The translucent Naidan swirled and burned like crazy.
The transparent parts are getting clearer, and the white parts that are not burned through at the core are getting smaller and smaller.
Takesheng lost his sobriety.
At this moment, burning became her only belief.
Eventually, the Nedan began to slow down.
The once pure white Nedan had only a tiny bit of white as the size of the gravel at its core.
The samadhi fire burned tenaciously, stubbornly fighting against that bit of white.
That little bit of white is finally gone The bamboo-born inner pill is crystal clear, like crystal.
The Naidan stopped spinning, the Samadhi fire stopped burning, Takebu stopped breathing, and her heart even stopped beating.
Her time stopped.
Takesheng heard the voice.
Like one person, like many people.
She felt the touch, like a person, like many people.
Whether it is a person or many people, he, she, or them seem to be far away and close to each other.
Takebu felt the call.
The summoning came from higher and farther places, from better worlds, from completely different levels of life.
Like a wonderful dream.
But this dream is only for a moment, and time only stops for a moment for Zhusheng.
At the end of the moment, Take's eyes opened, her heart began to beat again, she opened her mouth slightly, and took a deep, deep breath.
She felt that the world had changed.
No, the world hasn't changed, it's she who has changed.
Zhusheng took a deep breath, and then, the wind rose.
Ji Yuan swallowed Zhusheng into his black mist, and his confidence increased once again.
He didn't intend to kill Takeyu.
Zhusheng is almost the most worthy woman in his ideal, he has been reborn, and he no longer looks down on first-class vulgar fans such as Lu Fu and Song Xianzi, and he should be accompanied by a woman like Zhusheng.
Zhusheng has immortal power to protect the body, and there are eight treasures to purify the dead qi, and Ji Yuan actually can't help her for a while.
But Zhu Sheng couldn't get out of trouble for a while, so Ji Yuan freed his hand.
The monks no longer gathered in groups and fled in all directions.
Some people don't look back and run for their lives, but there are still many who just retreat farther away and don't leave.
Life is precious, but people have a bottom line, Zhujun is still fighting, none of the Jindan people escaped, they are also people, they are unwilling to do things that will shame their future lives.
The black mist of Ji Yuan divided into dozens of strands, attacking these foundation-building monks who refused to leave.
Several monks watched a black mist roar towards them, and their eyes widened in horror, but they didn't have time to escape.
At the critical moment, a sword intent as sharp as the wind stood in front of them, blocking the black mist.
"Let's go," Ruiying shouted.
Several people hurriedly dispersed and fled for their lives.
Rui Ying fought against the black mist.
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She was surprised by how quickly the cultivation of the demon cultivator had improved, just now, a few of them had worked together to block a block, and now she felt struggling to deal with this black mist that had been differentiated.
Yiming only had one arm left, and he had already taken the pill and recovered his qi and blood.
Usually, if a limb is cut off, as long as it is still there, the Rejuvenation Pill can connect it.
But his lost arm is atomized, and if he wants to regenerate his broken arm, he needs to find another special elixir.
At this time, he could only use one left hand to dance the Zen staff whirring, blocking a black mist for a few monks.
None of the Jindan retreated.
But there are only four Jin Dan still alive, and the number of people they can protect is really limited.
Some of the foundation building monks who were still good at cultivating worked together to fight against the black fog, and some relied on protective magic weapons to keep the black fog out.
However, among the thousands of people who entered the Xuanyan Secret Realm, the absolute majority were casual cultivators.
Similarly, the absolute majority of these people gathered by Zhusheng are also loose cultivators.
They are all poor and scattered.
Some people's protective magic weapons were suddenly corroded by the black mist, and people were also corroded and became part of the black mist.
Su Rong was still alive, but she watched the people not far away around her being pounced on by the black mist, and it dried and fogged in a moment, and she was so frightened that she cried.
She's a very, very desperate person.
So when she felt that the situation was wrong, she had already released three protective magic weapons and erected three layers of protective shields.
Two of the layers were shattered by the black mist, and the two magic weapons cracked in response.
The last magic weapon was given to her by Chong Xin temporarily before entering the secret realm, this magic weapon was obviously much higher than the other two, the black mist rushed twice, and she couldn't break through the spiritual power wall, so she gave up Su Rong and went to chase other monks.
Su Rong saw that someone had escaped.
At this time, it is natural to escape as far as possible, the secret realm is so big, find a place to hide, and in another three years, the door of the secret realm will be opened, and it will be safe when you get out of the secret realm Su Rong understood the thoughts of these people very much, because she also wanted to escape But she saw that Senior Sister Feng who was piercing the cloud peak was still fighting, and she saw that Senior Brother Bao and a few monks who didn't know him at all and didn't know what sect or sect were working together to resist a black mist, allowing a few cultivators to escape for their lives.
Su Rong didn't know why, she couldn't take a step to escape for her life.
Mingming Xujing, Zhusheng and Chong Xin all told her that if they protect themselves in advance, if they can't do anything, they will escape.
Now, isn't it just something that can't be done?
But Su Rong didn't escape.
She was so frightened that she cried, and in the haze of tears, she saw a black mist hitting a disciple of the Changtian Sect.
The disciple was joining forces with others to fight against another black mist, unaware.
Su Rong didn't even have time to scream for warning, she didn't want to pounce at a speed that she couldn't reach on weekdays.
The speed of the black mist was also very fast, and Su Rong could pounce on that disciple before the black mist attacked that disciple, and her protective shield included that disciple The disciple suddenly turned around, and was horrified to see a black mist crashing against the protective cover.
"Thank you," he said in shock.
Su Rong suddenly seemed to open her mind.
Yes, her cultivation is weak, and she can't help fight against the black fog at all, but, but her magic weapon is good Su Rong wiped away her tears, and without saying a word, she sacrificed the flying magic weapon, and pulled the disciple up: "Follow me" The monks who were running around nearby and fleeing for their lives in fear suddenly heard a crisp woman's voice shouting anxiously: "Come to me, come to me."
When she looked back, there was a nun who had opened a large protective shield and someone was heading towards her.
The nun let everyone in as soon as she came.
Soon, more than 100 people were contained in Su Rong's protective shield.
Her shield was stretched to the limit, and it couldn't have been bigger.
These more than 100 people are not even flat gatherings, they are three-dimensional.
The shape of the shield can be controlled according to the owner's wishes, but if stretched to the limit, it is a spherical shape.
Su Rong was in the center of this spherical shield, and she had already put away all the flying magic weapons, and she was suspended in the air purely by relying on the imperial qi.
She was full of people in front of her, on the left and right, on top of her head, under her feet, up and down several layers of people.
Everyone put away the flying swords and flying magic weapons, and the people above even stepped directly on the shoulders of the people below.
But no one complained, because the space is so big, everyone is crowded together, and it is a life to save a little space and get one more person.
The last two people to come in are one at the very top of the ball and one at the very bottom of the ball.
Both of them were lying sideways.
The person at the top is lying on top of the heads of several people, and the person at the bottom is trampled on the soles of the feet by several people.
The space of the protective cover is used to the extreme.
There were too many monks gathered here, which naturally attracted the black mist of Ji Yuan.
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Three streams of black mist attacked the shield together.
The tip of the outermost monk's nose was almost against the wall of the spiritual shield, and the black mist rushed over viciously, and the distance of a few fingers in front of him collided with the shield, and it felt as if it had hit the tip of his nose, which frightened the outermost monk's vest full of cold sweat.
After several shocks of the black mist, to no avail, he abandoned them and went after other monks.
Su Rong's shield is obviously extremely powerful.
Su Rong didn't know that the magic weapons that Chong Xin gave her before entering the secret realm were all newly refined by him.
He had gained a lot of memories from Changtian's Divine Thoughts.
Although Changtian is annoying, he is really an all-rounder.
He knows almost everything, can do anything.
Chong Xin gained a lot of knowledge and skills from those memories, including refining weapons.
And the era of Changtian being a god monarch is the era of fighting against the demons, and the weapon refined by Changtian is a necessary attribute to restrain death qi.
When Chong Xin was refining those magic weapons from the new, he naturally refined the magic weapons into such attributes.
Su Rong naturally didn't know why, but she firmly thought that if she could get out alive, she would definitely set up an immortal card for Chong Xin.
At this moment, they saw a stream of light flying towards them against the flow of people fleeing for their lives.
A Jin Dan with a raw face came here, and when he saw the situation here, he didn't need to ask any more questions, he directly joined the battle group and fought against the black mist.
No one knew this Jin Dan, but if Zhusheng saw him, he could call his name.
This person is none other than Xiao Kun, who experienced the opportunity of the underground palace with Zhusheng a few years ago.
Xiao Kun followed Zhusheng, touched the light of her atmospheric luck, and obtained the exercises.
After separating from Zhusheng, he found a mountain here and hid in the belly of the mountain to concentrate on cultivation.
There are no strange beasts here, and there are no valuable spirit plants, and he uses a magic weapon to hide, and every day someone passes by occasionally, and he will not stay for too long, and it is very clean.
Today, however, many people suddenly appeared, and the situation was panicked.
Xiao Kun was alarmed by these fleeing people, and came out to check, but unexpectedly, the situation here was tragic.
He has been hiding here for the past few years, and he has never encountered a demon cultivator, and he doesn't know that the secret realm has become a nursery for demon cultivators.
He is not like the disciples of the Changtian Sect, who began to popularize the relevant knowledge about the demon race to his disciples more than twenty years ago.
When he saw those black fogs, he didn't know what they were, but he couldn't stand idly by and joined the battle group directly.
Monk Jindan then went from four to five.
But the five golden pills were still too weak in the face of dozens of black fogs, not to mention that there was the largest, blackest, and thickest black fog in the sky above their heads.
Some people also saw the situation on Su Rong's side and followed suit.
A small group of people hid in a one-man shield.
But as soon as the monks gather, they will attract black mist.
The black fog impacted once, the shield was intact, the black fog impacted twice, the shield was unstable, the black fog impacted the third time, the shield shattered, and the black fog shrouded several people.
The people on Su Rong's side watched as those people atomized and became nutrients for the black mist.
Although they were hiding in Su Rong's shield, how long could they hide Zhujun is dead, how long can the five golden pills resist When the golden pills are defeated, what should they do The demon cultivator will let them go Most of the weak monks who hid in Su Rong's shield were low-level cultivators, who watched people die outside the shield, but they had no ability to help those people.
They also watched that the more people who died, the stronger Ji Yuan became.
They felt hopeless.
At this moment, the wind rose.
The wind is blowing from the outside in, from a distance.
What started as a gentle breeze turned into a hurricane in a very short period of time.
The hurricane swept across the battlefield.
Those who opened their shields, those who fought with swords and blades, all felt that the magic weapon and the blade suddenly seemed to become more powerful.
Everyone felt the hurricane, but no one noticed that in such a hurricane, the leaves in the treetops and the grass on the ground were still and did not shake for half a minute.
Everyone's spirit is too tight, and they only focus on the war situation, only about life and death.
They didn't even notice that their bodies were feeling extra comfortable during the hurricane.
What finally made everyone notice something strange was that the wind began to flicker with a little light.
Hurricanes blow towards this area from afar, converge here, and form a spiral.
And they saw a little light, like silver dust, swirling in the wind.
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"That's," everyone exclaimed, "Is it the Pure Spirit Array?"
The people of the Changtian Sect contributed the Pure Spirit Array to share it with everyone, and everyone learned it.
Some people have learned, but cultivation is not enough, and they can't control the aura, and they can't extract a trace of the purest aura from the aura of heaven and earth.
Some people haven't learned it yet, and they also burned the formation with jade slips, thinking that it might be useful to keep it in the future.
They had all seen the Pure Spirit Array, and a few golden pills could work together to extract a very small amount of pure spiritual energy from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Those purest auras can effectively restrain dead air.
But everyone soon knew that it was definitely not a pure spirit array.
Because there were too many silver dust-like points of light, a few golden pills combined to form a formation, and they couldn't extract so much pure aura.
The silver-like dots of light began to connect.
A trace of extremely thin silver thread coiled upwards in a spiral shape with the hurricane.
With this silk thread as a mark, it can be seen that the eye of this hurricane is the demon cultivator who devoured Zhujun.
The silver thread met the black mist at this time, showing its power.
When the black mist encounters the silver thread, it is cut off.
The truncated black mist was like a wound that could not be healed, and could no longer be fused back into one.
Then they came across another silver thread The monks' gloomy and sad eyes lit up, and their desperate hearts rekindled hope.
The silver threads became denser and denser, constantly spiraling and rising, and they enveloped the entire battlefield, so in the process of spiraling and rising, they continued to strangle the black mist.
At the same time, the largest black mist in the sky suddenly shot out from the inside out.
Ji Yuan's terrible howl resounded across the battlefield.
A person who can take the life of others while talking and laughing does not mean that he can be so calm and calm when he is taken by others.
Of course, Ji Yuan was not at ease at all, he was going crazy, obviously he was about to reach the peak of his life, obviously he was about to usher in his time, why could this female cultivator actually kill him Ah, death is not reincarnated, and the death of complete silence is terrible Ji Yuan carried the resounding name that he had not had time to proclaim, with the life ideals that he was obviously about to realize, with endless panic and fear, and experienced death from the inside out.
He wanted to escape, but the root of death was in his womb, and he couldn't escape.
The pure white flames broke through the black fog and burned brightly, burning the black fog completely, and knocking Ji Yuan, who thought it could live forever, into the abyss of silence.
Ji Yuan's spirit was destroyed, and all the black fog was purified in the hurricane.
It was only then that the monk realized that the wind was not the wind.
The flow of air is the wind, and what envelops the entire battlefield is the aura.
That's why the magic weapons will become more powerful and powerful.
Because the magic weapon originally absorbed the aura of heaven and earth by itself.
The blade is also a magic weapon.
That's why the monks felt extra comfortable in the hurricane.
Because the monks originally used the aura of heaven and earth as food and energy.
The demon cultivator died, and the black fog dissipated.
The hurricane of aura formation began to slow down, but it did not stop.
The range of this battlefield is also a hundred miles, and within the diameter of this hundred miles, the aura of heaven and earth condenses and spirals up.
No one has ever experienced such a rich aura, and everyone feels as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.
All the people looked at the center of the whirlpool.
In the air, where Ji Yuan was just now, they thought that the fallen Zhujun was still alive.
Zhujun is the center of this vortex.
White flames burned on Zhujun's body.
This is Zhujun's samadhi fire, which everyone has seen before.
But everyone has never seen the Samadhi fire burn so fiercely.
Zhujun stood in the air, tilting his head slightly, as if looking at something.
Everyone saw her stretch out a hand towards the sky, as if she wanted to touch something.
But of course there was nothing.
Zhujun withdrew his hand and no longer looked up at the sky.
She floated there silently, closing her eyes.
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Rui Ying Daojun of the Changtian Sect was the first to react, she sat cross-legged in the air and began to cultivate.
With her taking the lead, the monks reacted.
Su Rong withdrew the protective magic weapon, and the monks who were huddled together in layers spread out, and they all crossed their knees and cultivated.
The battlefield that was just like the Shura field was suddenly so quiet that it could be heard that the needle was falling.
The aura between heaven and earth is formless and odorless.
The reason why these foundation-building monks couldn't use the pure spirit array was because with their cultivation and knowledge, their perception and mastery of spiritual energy were not enough.
Cultivators use aura as food and energy, and whether it is the exercises or techniques they practice, what they pursue all their lives is actually the use of aura.
The fluctuation of aura is actually a projection of the rules of heaven and earth.
At this time, this aura that should have been invisible and odorless became visible to the naked eye, and even formed a wind.
This is recorded in ancient texts, and only the purest aura can make people feel touched, and even directly observed visually.
It's like cheating in exams, and the most difficult point to learn is given to you to tick it out with a pen.
Those silver points of light, those shimmering silver threads, outline the most difficult things in a visual form.
And this kind of situation of condensing from the purest aura into the wind is called "aura bathing body" in ancient books.
In the present world where the aura is thin, it is already just a legend.
The greatest hope of these monks to experience in the secret realm is to find opportunities.
They fight alongside Takebu and treat her as a partner.
They never thought that partners could be chances. gd1806102: