My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Jing Yue: "But what did you find?"

Wei Zhentu said slowly: "I was thinking that Heavenly Road will never allow one world to have two hells, which means that the Black Tower is not a magic weapon created from nature, it must be refined by its predecessors. In this case, this magic weapon There must be a lot of formations and restrictions, that is to say ... "

Jing Yue: "There are eyes in this place."

Wei Zhentu opened his head and Jingyue understood. It should be noted that although the magic weapon of artificial refining can create space, if you want space to have its own logic, or even rules, you can only rely on matrix formation or prohibition.

Wei Zhentu smiled slightly, "A Jing understands me. Since there is an array of eyes, then we can leave if we break the array of eyes, as for where it is ..."

Jing Yue: "Abi Hell."

Abi Hell is also the endless hell. It is the most terrible layer in the eighteenth hell.

The two looked at each other and laughed, but Wei Zhentu said, "Every floor of Hell Road is not accessible. How can we get there? Is it necessary to exhaust this layer of evil spirits?"

Jing Yue: "Sixiang Villa has been prepared for at least several hundred years, and the evil spirits in each layer of **** are hard to count. If it is all overdone, how long will it take? Even if there is a magic weapon to help, it is not possible to use the magic tower rules."

Wei Zhentu sneered, "Want to know, otherwise, how dare he take us all in?"

As everyone was at a loss, Jing Yue suddenly said, "Will I try to be the master of this temple?"

Everyone was confused, "What do you mean?"

Jing Yue: "Although the Lord of the Eighteen Palaces cannot leave Hell, but he can go to any floor at will. If I become the Lord of the Palace, I will naturally take you to Abi Hell."

Wei Zhentu: "A King! To become the Lord of Eighteen Palaces, you must be refined, you ..."

Jing Yue: "I have my way. Don't help me resist it."

Wei Zhentu frowned, and the voice passed into the secret: "A Jing, you can't say more, but at least let me know about it, otherwise I'm upset."

Jing Yue has become Jin Dan, and can also spread the voice, "The twins have moved to a large array."

This time, I replaced my real body with a false one to confuse the enemy. Many years ago, he and Qin Yanzhi once distributed the clothes after catching a small rat.

Obviously Wei Zhentu has heard of it, and he is full of disapproval. "You can lie to twins, but you can't lie to the magic tower!"

Jing Yue spread her palms and looked at a red mole in her palm.

There is a door in Haotian Realm, which can be used for him to enter and exit at any time. Although he enters from which space, and the space is still out, he cannot escape the magic tower, but if he only keeps the prosthesis here, the body has disappeared. Can the law not be cheated?

When the prosthesis becomes one of the masters of the temple, he may come back to control the prosthesis, which may be successful.

Even if they fail, Yu will not lose anything, anyway, he is absolutely safe in Haotian Realm.

Jing Yue: "You don't have to worry, I know something."

As a result, a group of people watched Jing Yue leave a trance made of spirit wood as a fake, and he himself disappeared ...

disappear? ? ?

Everyone was shocked and didn't understand how Jing Yue did it? But the law is really deceived, because the fake breath is consistent with Jing Yue, and there is a sense of Jing Yue.

I saw endless magic flowing into the puppet, and the puppet had no spiritual power, and naturally was quickly eroded and refined.

I don't know how long, when the live **** suddenly shakes, and the flames are even hotter, all the jailers and evil spirits bow their heads to the prosthetic body-waiting for the living **** temple master to give birth.

In the Haotian Realm, Jing Yue was waiting outside the Shimen in the Inland Sea. He was the only connection between the Qifang Realm and the Haotian Realm. He could naturally perceive the divine knowledge left by him in the Qifang Realm. When the temple master lived, he laughed: "Quite cheating?"

So he stepped into Shimen.

Jing Yue disappeared and appeared inexplicably. He dragged a group of aggressive monks into his sleeves, and controlled the consciousness in him. He felt that only one **** was under his control, and then he moved into Abi **** with a thought.

Once here, Jing Yue released the monks. There are countless copper pots in the eyes. The pot is full of boiling molten iron. Countless spirit beasts are being tortured and boiled into the melt.

Ah Bi **** fire is endless, there is no gap in the suffering of evil spirits.

Several people floated in midair, leaving nowhere at all.

Zifu Zhenjun suddenly said: "Someone is ahead."

Everyone saw, there were a few people faintly in the eye, Jing Yue took the lead to fly past.

"Master Jingwu?"

When the fly was near, Jing Yue saw that one of them was Jing Wu. He held the hanging beads, chanted verses in his mouth, and the magic spells were hit on the iron pot one after another. Dissipate for the green smoke.

There are several other monks around who are also exorcising evil spirits, but they are not as good as Jingwu majors, and the effect is naturally worse.

These people all found that there was a living person suddenly in Abi Hell, and there were a few accidents, but Abi Hell was endless. They only came when Jingyue and others had fallen elsewhere before.

Jing Wu also put his hand away and saluted Jing Yue, "Jing, ancestor, we have met again, and you just ..."

Jing Yue: "We come from living hell."

There was a moment of consciousness, and there was some dignity on the face, "Where is this? Why can you copy the eighteen hells?"

As a Buddhist monk, he naturally felt that this place was not real hell.

Jing Yue talked about their speculation and experience just now, and a few people who heard it suddenly couldn't get back to God.

Most people's first reaction is anger. Although they all know that falling into this place is related to Mo Qianyun, at this time, they have been dissected layer by layer. The truth has made them even more furious! But then, anger was replaced by excitement, and someone asked with anticipation: "meaning, we don't have to overdo these evil spirits at all, we can just leave our eyes broken?"

Jing Yue: "First of all, we must find the eye."

Jing Wu: "There is a large hall in Ah Bi Hell, where the Lord of the Underworld resides, but Ah Bi Hell is infinite, and I do not know where the Lord of the Underworld is?"

Wei Zhentu: "A Jing, since your artificial body is already one of the eighteen hall masters, can you sense it?"

Jing Yue: "I try."

He hooked up on the little sense of impersonation. Although Abi Hell is not like the living **** that he can control, he still has special treatment. For example, the jailer dares not approach him, and he can indeed "see" the main hall of the hell.

"Yes." Jing Yue breathed a sigh of relief. "But it's far away. I can't move at this level. Everyone can only walk past."

No one has any objection. The situation today is enough to surprise them. It was originally thought that the evil spirits would be too vomiting here. It is likely that the evil spirits did not finish, they were eroded by magic.

In this way, everyone followed Jing Yue to the main hall of the underworld.

There was no danger along the way. Jing Yue took the opportunity to ask, "Master Jingwu, did you actually come to Sixiang Villa for another purpose?"

Jing Wu smiled bitterly, "I don't hide you now. I came here this time and found that Sixiang Villa is not right."

It turned out that he returned from a westbound journey through Ogawa Castle and overheard the disappearance of a monk in the city. He made the same judgment as Wei Zhentu, suspecting that there was a problem with Sixiang Villa, so he went to check. When he arrived at the Sixiang Villa, he was faintly aware of the magic, and before he could find more clues, he was taken into the **** magic tower.

Jing Yue: "The Hell Tower can hide the breath, even if the Buddha's power is as strong as you can hardly perceive it. I estimate that the magic qi you sense is mostly other monsters."

Jing Wu stunned, "Is the ancestor saying that there is a magic repair in Sixiang Villa?"

Jing Yue nodded, "It is very likely that to refine the Hell Tower, it would be very difficult to achieve it by Mo Qianyun alone."

Everyone was a thoughtful look, but at this time they should not let them think too much, their primary purpose is to find the front as soon as possible to leave here.

Time is not counted in hell, and the whole team can't feel the time flow rate. Fortunately, the direction is clear, and after some time, they will find the main hall of the hell.

This palace has three palaces and nine palaces, with awe-inspiring majesty, and sits at the highest point of Abi Hell. Once awake, you can swim to any of the eighteen hells and lead hundreds of millions of ghosts and gods.

Jing Yue deliberately explored the situation by using a fake body. There is no danger in the main hall of the Ming Dynasty, but there is an ice coffin to the south of the main hall, and a person lies in the coffin.

The group carefully entered the main hall of the Hades. When they approached the ice coffin, they saw a handsome young man lying in the coffin, with a calm face, as if they were just asleep.

But from his undulating chest and his pale complexion, it can be seen that he is actually a dead man.

At this time, the only Zifu Zhenjun suddenly said: "It is Zhao Qingyuan."

Others froze, who did not think of Zhao Qingyuan. Only Wei Zhentu had studied the Sixiang Villa, and said, "Is this the master of Mo Qianyun?"

Zifu Zhenjun: "Exactly. I used to have a relationship with him, so I knew it."

Another humane: "I heard that Mo Qianyun was a young man and refused to accept discipline. He went out with the head and died shortly afterwards. He got the head token and returned to the successor head of Sixiang Villa."

"Yes, there have been rumors from the outside that Mo Qianyun sabotaged the predecessor in order to get the position of the presidency."

"But why is his body here?"

"I see." Jing Yue suddenly said: "Mo Qianyun is not going to be the master of the puppet, he wants to revive Zhao Qingyuan."

Wei Zhentu: "What do you mean?"

Jing Yue: "This is the main hall of Zhaoming. Zhao Qingyuan is in the position of the main hall of Hades. If there is an array of eyes, it must be here."

Wei Zhentu nodded, of course he could see it.

Jing Yue: "If the **** magic tower is successfully refined, the Lord of the Underworld will naturally wake up, whoever benefits from the position of the Lord of the Underworld."

Wei Zhentu was puzzled: "If so, what would Mo Qianyun do? He is not the master and stirs up so many things. Can anyone let him hunt?"

Jing Yue: "His master has become an immortal master, and it is not easy to take control of this tower and take him as a living person."

Zifu Zhenjun again said: "I never expected that the facts were so far from the rumors. All the evil things Mo Qianyun did were for his Master."

Jing Yue smiled, "Since the front has been found, then it's broken. It's hard to teach Mo to wait too long."

Everyone laughed: "So!"

At this time, outside of the Hell Magic Tower, Mo Qianyun, as the core character of the refining magic tower, sensed that his eyes were in danger. He was anxious in his heart and madly stimulated spiritual power regardless of the load on his body.

A gray monk next to him was affected, and his face was not very good. "Mr. Master, you may not be able to support the successful refining."

Mo Qianyun ignored, and under his control, the other seventeen layers of magic in the eighteen hells poured into Abi hell!

By the ice coffin, more than a dozen practitioners were waiting to start. Suddenly, a layer of magic rushed in, as if the sea was raging and mighty, almost devouring the entire Hades Hall. They gathered together near the ice coffin, just like a hundred-foot-thick city wall.

The magic spirit brings the resentment of all spirits in hell. As soon as one touches, one can feel all the suffering in the other seventeen layers of hell. There is no gap and no end.

"Rewind!" At the first sight of Jing Yue, he was busy and reminded, if it is slow, I am afraid it will be entangled with magic.

However, it was too late. Some monks were one step too late and were instantly drawn into the thick black magic. Others heard nothing more than a short scream.

Jing Wu releases the Buddha's power, which is a little bit of a sigh for everyone, so you drag me, you pull me, and everyone flees quickly.

When they exited the hall, they could still see the magical qi dancing around the hall, like thousands of twisted poisonous snakes.

"It seems that as long as we are close to the ice hall, it can be sensed outside Hell's magic tower." Wei Zhentu's tone faded. "The people who refined the magic tower are so nervous that the ice coffin is enough to show that we have no intention of breaking the ice coffin. . "

Some people worry: "But the magic in the temple is too strong, we can't go at all?"

Those magic qi did not take the initiative to attack, as if the sole purpose was to protect the main hall of the Hades and the ice coffin. They covered the main hall of the Hades with no gaps exposed.

This is really difficult.

Jing Yue thought about it and said, "I'll try it with an artificial body? He has already become the master of a palace, maybe the magic will not hurt it?"

So he carefully released the puppet and urged the prosthesis to go to the hall.

When the prosthesis approached the magic air, the magic air was stagnant, but it seemed to sense that the prosthesis was one of the masters of the temple, and quickly avoided it, leaving a first-line passage. When the prosthesis entered the passage, the magic spirit quickly closed again, drowning the prosthesis completely, and looked very alert.

Everyone was a little nervous, they did not consciously look at Jing Yue.

If Jing Yue was not aware of it, he focused his whole attention on the cymbal, only to see that the prosthesis finally came to the ice coffin, and he seized the time and ordered: "Break!"

The law fell, and the half-arm of the cricket flew out, and it was about to hit the ice coffin. Suddenly, the whole Abi **** shook and the ghosts roared!

From moment to moment, Mo Qianyun's angry voice sounded, "You liar! I want you to die!"

The magic is so powerful that a ray of twist is formed, as if the arrow from the string comes straight, like a python with a large mouth opening up!

At the same time, the fake body shattered, and the imprint of the consciousness left by Jing Yue was completely devoured by magic.

Jing Yue resisted the soreness of her forehead, threw out a whip formed by spiritual power, entangled the magic gas in a circle, and quickly frozen the whip, trying to freeze the magic gas.

But is he able to stop the magic? Seeing that the ice-blue whip suddenly penetrated into the strands of black gas, it suddenly exploded, the ice crystals lifted, and the magic gas rolled into his eyes!

"Be careful!" Wei Zhentu shouted, threw out a catalogue in front of Jing Yue, and other monks also sacrificed weapons to stop everyone. Everyone knew that at this time they could only watch and help, or there would be a dead end.

Jing Yue took the opportunity to retreat, but the magical energy seemed to recognize him, compressed himself into a thin wire and passed through the gap between the weapons, suddenly thickened, and hit Jing Yue!

The speed of magic gas is extremely fast, Jing Yue retreats irreversibly. He is trying to enter Haotian Realm to temporarily avoid it. Between the light and the flint, a figure stands in front of him, his hands are crossed, and the golden light radiates from his fingers.

The monk's robes swelled, and an imaginary shadow of an ancient buddha rose behind him. The buddha had four sides, sitting on the lotus platform, facing the side of Jing Yue's eyes slightly, and his face was kind.

The words of the mantra echoed, and everyone smelled the quiet lotus fragrance.

Feeling dangerous, the magic gas curled up like a snake, raised its head again, and slightly tentatively moved.

Just listen to Jing Wu said: "Break!"

In an instant, there were numerous flower buds and lotus flowers blooming in the air.

One flower, one pure land, one soil is the same.

The ghost image of the ancient Buddha aimed at the magical aura, and saw that the magical aura, head, body, tail, and seven inches of the python form, bloomed a black lotus.

But more magical energy still surrounds the main hall of the underworld, and he is afraid to attack.

The crowd was relieved for a while, but Jing Wu shook. Jing Yue rushed forward to support him and thanked him sincerely.

Jing Wu stabilized his body, read the sound of the Buddha, and said, "I have one thing, ancestor Jing, please transfer it to the Sanjie Temple."

Immediately, he took a wooden sign from his arms.

Jingyue took a look, took it subconsciously, and saw that the front of the wooden sign was engraved with the Tallinn of Sanjie Temple, the back was the name of Jingwu, and the word "Zhang Yishun" in the corner was the common name before Jingwu entered the temple.

He looked at Jingwu puzzledly, and only listened to the other side saying, "I made a big wish in that year, not to exhaust the world's magic, and never to save myself. I went west to spend the magic, but I can repair it to a limited, limited number. It ’s rare. It ’s a godsend to be absorbed into this **** today. "

With the final ending, Jing Wu walked to the main hall of the nether world hidden in magic.

"Master Jingwu!" Jing Yue reached out to stop, but only caught the other party's corner, and Jingwu stepped out ten feet.

Jing Yue's palm left the touch of scratching, a little cold, and he looked at the back of Jing Wu's integration into the magic, until he completely disappeared.

Someone suddenly held his arm, and when Jing Yue looked back, he saw the concern in Wei Zhentu's eyes.

"I know, I understand." Jing Yue whispered.

Everyone was silent. Although the evil spirit cried and lingered in their ears, they were as quiet as a sleepy world under the moonlit night.

Then they heard the sound of the Buddha.

Like what I heard in front of Tianyin Tree that day, Miao Le is peaceful, pure and pure.

The magical qi became more and more embarrassing under the sound of the Buddha, rolled into a number of swirls, and gave out a cold howling.

Suddenly, a golden light burst out from the center of magic gas, and it instantly split into several lines.

In the golden light, the Buddha is trillions, and the Buddha is boundless. Its light lies in countless darkness.

Feeling the boundless Buddha power, Jing Yue felt only six consciousnesses, and all her karma was gone.

But for magic, Jin Guang is the most terrible weapon in the world, tearing it up, devouring it, and thawing it out ...

At this moment, everyone in Ah Bi Hell heard a sigh, as if it were near the ear, the old voice of Jingwu sounded, which is the sentence everyone has heard--

"I don't go to hell, who will go to hell."

As soon as the words fell, thousands of Buddhas opened their eyes together, with vast wisdom in their eyes and endless compassion.

At a glance, Purdue sentient beings.

Let go of the magic!

And beside the ice coffin, only a golden relic was left.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-"

Outside of the Hell Tower, Mo Qianyun howled in pain. He could feel that the magical energy that had been accumulated in the Tower for thousands of years was dissipated, and the cultivation he had promoted by refining the Tower also fell sharply. Just want to let everyone in the tower die!

But he still has ties, and there are more important things to do, he must keep Master!

Mo Qianyun made a desperate attempt to order all the evil spirits in the eighteen **** to enter Abi hell, and he even wanted to force Zidan to direct all **** karma to the main hall of the underworld.

The monk next to him had a **** nose and nose, and said anxiously, "Mr. Master! You must not be impulsive. If the magic, evil spirits, and evil karma are all sent to Infernal Hell, the Hell Tower will be completely destroyed. You and my thousand years of hard work will be ruined! "

"A thousand years is a millennium. As long as Master is preserved, I have millennia, and ten thousand years! If you are afraid, run away!" Mo Qianyun's face was pale, and his eyes were crazy.

The monk in gray was furious: "Why do I flee? I and you refining the magic tower together. You must go crazy. I can only be implicated by you!"

If he could escape, he would have escaped long ago, but if he retreats at this time, he will be defeated!

As soon as Mo Qianyun turned a deaf ear to it, he accelerated the purple dandelion. The purple dandelion kept spinning like a gyro, and Mo Qianyun's face gradually faded.

Just as he was about to force Zidan, more than a dozen blade-like sharp leaves shot at him, and Mo Qianyun felt a pain in his body, his movements were slightly delayed, and Zidan immediately stopped spinning and calmed down.

The monk in grey clothing breathed a sigh of relief, but Mo Qianyun's eyes were blood red, and he stared at a little blue chicken shaking with trembling, and the hatred in his eyes almost delayed it.

He grabbed with one hand, Lan Feng was pinched in his palm, Mo Qianyun squeezed hard, and immediately heard Lan Feng's painful cry.

He just wanted to break Lan Feng's neck, but he heard a loud noise, and the Hell Tower burst into two halves, half of them collapsed, and half of them were crumbling.

As the smoke billowed, he saw Jing Yue stepping out of the ruins of the magic tower, carrying a sword, his lips clenched, and his eyes were as cold as snow.

Behind Jing Yue, there were dozens of monks, but Mo Qianyun turned a blind eye.

He glanced over the people and landed somewhere in the ruins, where there was only a broken ice coffin and a broken bone.

"No !!! Master !!!!!!"

Mo Qianyun was about to crack, bleeding from the corners of his eyes, but he felt a numbness in his wrist. He caught Lan Feng's palm and fell to the ground, the blood sprayed out.

The pain came, but Mo Qianyun seemed to be ignorant, even too lazy to look at it. He looked at the bones of the ice coffin in the dust, and suddenly he laughed wildly in the sky until his throat was sweet.

"Go die !!! I want all of you to be buried for my Master !!!"

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