Phi-Fic Chapter 133 The Thunder Arrives
Chapter 133 The Thunder Arrives
"Master, go on your own, I want to be with Brother Lin Chuan...to protect Renjia Town!"
Hearing that Master Yixiu wanted to take her out of Renjia Town, Qingqing immediately refused.
The reason is also very high-sounding.
A person who cultivates the Tao, how can he retreat in front of the battle.
"You don't understand the horror of the Corpse Refining Gate. If they catch you, you may not even have the chance to seek death!"
Master Yixiu threatened the female apprentice.
Qingqing knew that what the master said was true, her little face turned pale with fright, but she still shook her head firmly: "I'm not afraid, if they catch me, I'll just bite my tongue and kill myself!"
Master Yixiu sighed.
He wanted to say, silly apprentice, people cannot kill themselves by biting their tongues.
But it doesn't make sense to say it or not, because although Qingqing looks like a weak woman, she is actually very assertive, and she will never change what she decides.
no way.
Can only be knocked out and taken away.
Master Yixiu didn't want to do such a heavy hand to the female apprentice, but in order to save her life, he had to do so.
"Amitabha, Qingqing, look behind..."
Before Master Yixiu finished speaking, suddenly, a large cumulonimbus cloud suddenly appeared in the sky behind them, and thunder and lightning flickered in it, which could be clearly seen even more than ten miles away.
"What happened in the back? Hey, it's thundering!"
Qingqing turned her head and opened her small mouth in surprise.
Thunder is not surprising.
But there was a cloudless and sunny sky all around, Qingqing had never seen such a spectacle of thunder in just one place in her life.
Master Yixiu was about to stun Qingqing with his hands, but when he saw this scene, he also stopped.
"Someone is performing the technique of summoning thunder!"
Master Yixiu is also an eminent monk with mana, so the shock he felt was stronger than that of Qingqing.
The thunder element in the air was so thick that it was about to explode.
It is conceivable that the place shrouded by thunderclouds will be a terrifying scene of hell.
"I know! It's Brother Lin Chuan who is using the thunder technique to suppress those villains in the Corpse Refining Sect!" Qingqing's eyes shone brightly, as if Lin Chuan's strength was something she was worth showing off.
Master Yixiu kept shaking his bald head: "It can't be Lin Chuan."
"It can communicate with the heavens and the earth with the method of thunder, and cause the phenomenon of dew in the sky. This method of summoning thunder can only be performed by the master of Maoshan!"
Moreover, even if the head of the sect wanted to change the sky, he would have to bathe and change clothes in advance, perform spells on the altar, and cast spells for half a day to condense such a huge thundercloud.
How can this time-consuming and labor-intensive technique be used against the enemy?
"It must be Brother Lin Chuan, he is amazing!" Qingqing insisted.
Master Yixiu shook his head with a smile, looking at his apprentice like he was looking at a fool.
This silly apprentice worships others in his heart, and he doesn't even understand the basic common sense in the cultivation world.
However, this is also a good thing.
Anyway, Summoning Thunder is the orthodox technique of Xuanmen, and those who can use this technique must be from the famous sect, and that is the enemy of the Corpse Refining Gate.
Master Ikkyu changed his mind.
Since things have turned around, there is no need to stun the apprentice first, and we can discuss the situation after seeing the situation.
"Wait, follow behind the master, don't make any noise, let's take a look at the situation from a distance."
"If you can save Fellow Daoist Lin, I will naturally help you as a teacher."
The two discussed it, and cautiously lurked towards the place where the thunder was raging.
……
Here Uncle Jiu showed his might, one against three, without losing the wind.
Old Daoist Lingxu was annoyed.
The three elders of the Corpse Refining Sect fought together, but they couldn't take down a disciple of the Maoshan Sect?
If this gets out, it will be a joke for the Corpse Refining Gate to reappear!
But Uncle Jiu is indeed very difficult to deal with, and he is proficient in all kinds of talismans, formations, and swordsmanship.
If you don't use some means of pressing the bottom of the box, you really can't stop him.
Fortunately, not only the three elders, but also more than 500 disciples came here this time.
The Corpse Refining Sect is not a decent sect, and they never care about their fame, and they will never hesitate when they can fight in groups.
"The disciples of the three divisions of wind, fire and water listen to the order and form an array to defend against the enemy!"
The old Taoist Lingxu screamed sharply, and then looked at Uncle Jiu triumphantly: "I am here to refine the corpse, let's see how you can fly out of my palm!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
The three disciples of Feng Huo Shui had serious expressions and said yes in unison.
I saw a group of ten disciples from the Corpse Refining Sect, stepping on the seven-star footwork, constantly making formulas with their hands, and silently chanting incantations.
Small yellow flags were shot out from their cuffs and inserted into the ground.
In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and earth fire burst out from the crack.
In the air, countless winds roared, turning into sharp knives for killing.
In the sky, there were even more raindrops, and each drop of rain carried a vicious curse that corroded flesh and blood.
The ground net previously used by 30 people together can cast the trapping formation and seal all kinds of escapism.
And the real Fengshuihuo formation requires more than [-] practitioners to display it, and it is one of the top killing formations of the Corpse Refining Sect!
At this time, it was displayed and used on Lin Jiu's master and apprentice.
In Lingxu's opinion, this is killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, and it's easy to catch.
"Lin Jiu, die!"
The old Taoist Lingxu slapped out his palm, carrying the momentum of wind, fire and water, like a mountain pressing down on Uncle Jiu.
"Oops, the power of the formation is too strong, and it's not something I can compete with..."
At the moment of the fight, Uncle Jiu's face changed drastically, he felt a powerful force that was extremely violent, instantly defeated his body protection technique, and then blasted towards him!
At this point, it was too late to change the trick!
With the strength of one person, Uncle Jiu shook the formation of 500 people, just like hitting a stone with an egg.
"Pfft~~!!"
Uncle Jiu's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
My life is over!
At that moment, all kinds of life flashed before Uncle Jiu's eyes. He started cultivating Taoism when he was young, wandered the rivers and lakes when he was young, and guarded one side in middle age...he will eventually become a generation of celestial masters!
The splendid life passed by like a revolving lantern.
The life of the zombie Taoist priest is a wonderful life, a magnificent life, a life worthy of heaven and earth!
Uncle Jiu sighed in his heart, and chose to close his eyes and wait for death with peace of mind.
however.
A second passed.
Two seconds passed.
three seconds...
Uncle Jiu opened his eyes suspiciously.
The power of the Fengshuihuo formation that was supposed to come surging did not come down.
What fills the eyes is endless azure blue!
It's like being in a sea of thunder and lightning!
The old Daoist Lingxu, who was still invincible just now, is now disgraced, and barely resists the thunder and lightning that constantly bombards him.
Each thunderbolt is as thick as a bucket.
There are thousands of lightning bolts like this!
They were densely packed around the old Taoist Lingxu, as if they wanted to swallow him completely.
Under the thunder, all living beings are annihilated!
At this moment, the old Taoist Lingxu relied on the strength of the formation composed of more than 500 disciples to support him for a while.
But only for a moment.
After three breaths, the formation protecting Lingxu Old Daoist exploded.
"puff!!"
A large amount of blood sprayed out from Lingxu's mouth.
Old Daoist Lingxu, like a torn sack, drew a parabola in the air and hit the ground heavily, raising smoke and dust.
Life and death do not know.
It's not just Lingxu veterans.
The other disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect suffered the backlash of the shattered formation, and dozens of them were killed or injured in an instant.
The stronger the formation, the stronger the backlash after breaking the formation.
The remnants of the Corpse Refining Sect who were not shocked to death by the backlash force were all seriously injured and became defeated soldiers.
Uncle Jiu looked at the stalwart figure manipulating Thunder in the sky, and was in a daze for a moment, muttering to himself, "Master has come?"