The Absolute Soul Formation uses a force that defies the will of heaven to forcibly change the spiritual veins of heaven and earth. It is a very difficult formation to set up. There are 108 flags and 108 cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage. The Nascent Soul stage has already entered the threshold of masters among cultivators. No matter which sect, the sect that can send out more than 50 Nascent Soul disciples at once is the best in the world of cultivation.

It takes the whole righteous path to gather 108 Nascent Soul cultivators. If one person is missing, the Absolute Soul Formation will dissipate and the whole game will be lost.

The righteous path carefully selected the candidates for the Absolute Soul Formation, fearing that they would choose people who have ties with the Demonic Path or cultivators who are weak-minded and easily affected by the demons. The 108 Nascent Soul cultivators they gathered are the mainstays of the righteous path in the future. They dared to attack the Demonic Sect only when they were sure that the formation would never be broken.

Who knew that Shu Yanyan had planted a nail that was difficult to remove in the righteous path eleven years ago, and eleven years later, she shook the Absolute Soul Formation and the entire righteous path.

In mid-air, the pink-shirted woman held the Nascent Soul of a righteous cultivator in her hand and casually stuffed the Nascent Soul into her own magical instrument, a budding red spider lily.

Shu Yanyan's life-defining magical instrument was a quasi-magic instrument that was as greedy as she was. Every time it was used, it had to be fed with a Nascent Soul before it would work.

After swallowing He Wenchao's Nascent Soul, the red spider lily slowly bloomed, paving a blood-red road among the evil spirits summoned by Qiu Congxue, like the road to the other shore that sent souls back to the underworld.

The remaining 107 disciples looked at these two beautiful but poisonous women in despair, and gradually lost their minds in the fragrance of the red spider lily.

"Shu Yanyan!" Qiu Congxue said angrily, "Your flower swallowed several of my evil spirits!"

Shu Yanyan said lazily: "You know my red spider lily, I can't control it myself, it eats whoever it wants, can you control your own evil spirit? When I get close to you, I can hear the sound of hungry ghosts gnawing on bones, doesn't it hurt? No wonder you can't beat the Lord even in the Mahayana period, you can't control your own weapons, too weak."

The two women of equal strength mocked each other while harvesting the lives of the enemies. Qiu Congxue said dissatisfiedly: "The Lord doesn't allow me to swallow their souls, I feel uncomfortable."

After saying that, she gritted her teeth.

"The Lord said that dead cultivators can be reincarnated as ordinary people. If there is no deep hatred, don't destroy people's souls. We killed cultivators, which is a rebellious person killing a rebellious person. The heaven will not count the sin on us. If we destroy people's souls, it will violate the rules of the six reincarnations. The heaven will punish us severely, and our heavenly tribulation will be difficult." Shu Yanyan said.

"As a demon cultivator, I kill without blinking an eye, but I have obsessions in strange places." Qiu Congxue said disapprovingly, "When I set foot on the Shura Road, I didn't plan to turn back."

Shu Yanyan shrugged: "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize the Lord, but you have to beat him first. In our Xuanyuan Sect, whoever has the bigger fist has the final say."

As Shu Yanyan's red spider lily bloomed, the sky's Tanlang star gradually turned red, and a red star shone in the sky.

"Sure enough," said the leader of the Nine Stars Sect, "Qisha, Pojun, and Tanlang, these three stars are the biggest obstacles in this battle between good and evil."

The master of the Biluo Valley said: "Fortunately, we still have a backup."

"Amitabha." The abbot of Wuxiang Temple gently flicked the Buddhist beads in his hand, chanted a Buddhist name, and then threw the rosary into the air.

At the same time, a peacock with colorful Buddha light appeared above Shu Yanyan and Qiu Congxue's heads. Under the Buddha's light, the red spider lilies withered one after another. Shu Yanyan's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and she said dryly: "No way, the Buddhist cultivators even invited the Peacock King Dharma this time?"

In Buddhism, it is said that the peacock was born from the phoenix and is a foodie. One day, it swallowed the Buddha, and the Buddha broke out of his stomach and wanted to kill it. The Buddhas dissuaded them, believing that the peacock had a rebirth with the Buddha, so they took the peacock to Lingshan and named it "Buddha Mother Peacock King Bodhisattva".

The Peacock King Sutra has the power to stop disasters, eliminate diseases and prolong life. Whether it is Shu Yanyan's red spider lilies or Qiu Congxue's resentful souls, they are all suppressed.

Under the Buddha's light, the red spider lilies withered, and the resentful souls re-entered the six reincarnations.

Shu Yanyan is still better, that is, she is pure and desireless, and the power of the charm technique is greatly reduced, but it does not hurt the source. Qiu Congxue was different. She was originally a ghost cultivator. This was simply to send her into reincarnation. It was really killing her.

At this time, among the dozens of remaining Nascent Soul cultivators, eighteen cultivators suddenly took off their hoods, revealing eighteen shiny bald heads, sitting cross-legged and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

"What the hell!" Shu Yanyan screamed, "I haven't heard of a bunch of bald heads in the formation. I can't do anything about these bald heads!"

Qiu Congxue in the Buddha's light smiled and said, "We just rushed for a while, and most of these righteous disciples were killed or injured. The rest were also seriously injured and could not fight again. Your and my mission is completed. I will break this Dharma image of the Great Ming King later, and you can escape."

"Are you crazy? Do you want to be saved?" Shu Yanyan said, "Are you Qiu Congxue such a selfless person?"

"Shut up." Qiu Congxue kicked Shu Yanyan and flew into the sky. Countless white bones appeared in front of her, blocking the Buddha's light for Qiu Congxue.

A string of prayer beads was faintly seen in the Buddha's light. Qiu Congxue smelled a burnt smell on her body, and the bone armor gradually dissipated in the Buddha's light.

I saw it!

She stretched out her bone fingers, grabbed the string of prayer beads, and threw them far away.

Shu Yanyan heard Qiu Congxue's shrill screams, and her figure disappeared in the Buddha's light. The eighteen Buddhists vomited blood. Obviously, in this battle without gunpowder, they and Qiu Congxue were both injured.

The Buddha's light disappeared. Shu Yanyan looked at the wounded righteous monks and those Buddhist monks who could no longer fight. She put away the smile on her face and said lightly: "You can go."

The people who thought she was going to kill looked at Shu Yanyan in confusion, only to hear the witch of Xuanyuan Sect say: "Ten years of war, countless casualties, whether it is the righteous way or the evil way, it takes a hundred years to recuperate. Enough people have died, and I have killed enough."

She held a piece of black cloth, turned around and left, leaving the righteous monks who were still alive looking at each other.

On the outskirts of the Xuanyuan Sect mountain range, Baili Qingmiao kept picking up the fallen monks. In order to rescue the fellow disciples who were still breathing, she walked farther and farther, gradually away from the main force. She saw a black figure floating by the river, and hurriedly pulled the person up with Yingyue Xuanshuang Ling.

"Thank God, you're still alive!" "Oh my God! All the flesh and blood on your body is gone!" "Your face is all black, I can't tell which sect you are from!" "Are you a man or a woman?" "Don't give up, you must persevere!"

Qiu Congxue's eyelids moved, and she was unconscious because of the noise in her ears. She opened her eyes slightly and saw a woman in a goose yellow dress, crying and healing herself.

"It's so noisy." Qiu Congxue opened her mouth and found that her throat was burned, and she could only make a hoarse sound that was neither male nor female.

"You're still alive, wuwuwuwu!" Baili Qingmiao cried sadly, "Don't die, too many people have died, so many seniors have died, don't die, I don't want to see anyone die in front of me anymore."

Qiu Congxue: "..."

She opened her eyes, and for some reason, a sentence rose in her heart-I saw a ray of rising sunlight sprinkled on Baili Qingmiao, her expression was gentle and firm, and she looked so beautiful when she was trying to save people.

What a mess? Qiu Congxue frowned her scorched eyebrows. Why did such sour words suddenly pop up in her mind?

With the rising of the morning sun, the war on the other side also came to an end. The strength of the good and evil sides in the north of Xuanyuan Sect was almost the same. Most of them were killed or injured in the past ten years. The spiritual medicine accumulated in the medicine hall for many years was also used up. Even if there were more injured, they could not save them.

Yuan Tanzhu was the only one of the four altar masters who could still stand. Only one or two righteous cultivators were still able to move. Yuan Tanzhu asked, "Are you still fighting? The spiritual energy has been revived. If we continue to fight, we will both lose."

The righteous cultivators looked at the battlefield between Wen Ren'e and the twenty-one masters in silence and shook their heads silently.

Ten years, such a result is really too tragic. Fortunately, they have exchanged a glimmer of life for the cultivation world and successfully avoided a small disaster that occurs once in ten thousand years.

Yuan Tanzhu also bowed and said, "In this case, please leave Xuanyuan Sect. We will not attack secretly."

The righteous cultivators discussed it, nodded, helped up the Taoist friend beside them, sacrificed a large magic weapon flying boat, and left Xuanyuan Sect.

In the battle between good and evil, only the top twenty-two people were left on the battlefield.

After several years of recuperation, Yin Hanjiang, whose injuries had gradually healed, did not care about the retreating righteous cultivators, but stared at the battlefield. One day passed, night fell, the stars in the sky flickered, but the Seven Killing Stars were dim.

"Your Majesty!" Yin Hanjiang stood up with his sword and said nervously.

"Don't look at it, Wen Ren'e will not survive." Ruan Tanzhu "comforted" him on the side, "Twenty-one high school students besieged him, and one of them was a Buddhist cultivator. Do you know how powerful the Buddhist sect's "Saving All Living Beings" and "Putting Down the Butcher Knife" are? As soon as he read the Buddhist scriptures, he lost all his fighting spirit. Wen Ren'e relied on his passionate fighting spirit to defeat the strong countless times. Buddhist cultivators are his biggest nemesis. If he didn't have the fighting spirit, Wen Ren'e would just be a Mahayana cultivator."

Ruan Tanzhu really carried out the double-faced character of the demon cultivator. He called him "Your Majesty" one moment, and became Wen Ren'e the next moment. He really turned his face and didn't recognize people.

After the "comfort", he spat out a dead bug, crushed it with his foot, and cursed: "I told you to give me the Heart-Eating Gu, and I'll kill you! Ten years ago, before Wen Ren'e died, you had already figured out how to control the other altar masters and guardians to compete for the position of the sect master, right? You are so scheming, why didn't the battle between good and evil kill you!"

"It's almost like death," sighed Yuan, the altar master, "The mother Gu was killed by someone, otherwise how could you spit out the Heart-Eating Gu so easily?"

Even the ruthless Ruan altar master, looking at the dry bones of Xuanyuan Sect, couldn't help but say: "Too many people died."

"The righteous path is also preparing for the catastrophe that happens once every ten thousand years," said Yuan, the leader of the altar. "In fact, the demon path has been very obedient under the control of the Lord for many years. We only harm the cultivators and dare not attack ordinary people. The righteous path forcibly took the initiative to attack and launched a war between righteousness and evil, and used tactics such as the Absolute Spirit Formation to deceive the Heavenly Dao, so that it would not use a catastrophe to cleanse the human world. It is worth it to use the lives of so many people in exchange for ten thousand years of life."

"We are all people who are destined to be calamities. It is our destiny." Ruan, the leader of the altar, rarely said a polite word. He turned his head and saw that Yin Hanjiang was gone. He immediately cursed, "Damn it, where is Yin Hanjiang!"

Those who could still move twisted their necks with difficulty and saw that the place where Yin Hanjiang had been sitting was empty. In the deep mountains, in the forbidden area of ​​Xuanyuan Sect, the sound of drums was faintly heard, one louder than the other.

After listening to Ruan, Yin Hanjiang understood what kind of attack the Lord was facing at this time.

Will to fight, as long as there is will to fight, the Lord will never lose!

But now, two of the three battlefields have ceased fighting, and Your Majesty is facing the strongest Buddhist cultivator in Wuxiang Temple. Where does he get the will to fight?

In desperation, Yin Hanjiang thought of the Burning Heaven Drum, the drum that contained the memory of the battle between immortals and demons.

He decisively merged with the magic sword, transformed into countless blood swords and rushed to the Burning Heaven Drum. With the power of the Void Realm, he used his body as a hammer to forcibly strike the Burning Heaven Drum.

"Dong", a gentle sound seemed to hit Wenren'e's heart.

He slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him, an old monk with a kind face said to Wenren'e: "Major General Wenren, don't hate it, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

Major General? Such an old name, I haven't heard anyone call him that for three hundred years.

Three hundred years ago, he was still an ordinary person. The Wenren family was loyal to the country, but in return, the whole family was executed. He resented and hated it. He wanted to kill all the tyrants in the world. Later... what happened later?

"Dong"! The second drumbeat hit Wenren'e's heart hard again. His eyebrows jumped. A little boy appeared in his memory again. He was so small, reaching out his hand and grabbing the corner of his clothes. He looked very much like himself when he was rescued by the people nearby and left a breath on the battlefield, but heard that the Wenren clan had killed all nine of his clans.

"Young General, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back now." The old monk recited Buddhist scriptures again, and Wenren'e's murderous intent that had just risen dissipated again.

"Dong, Dong, Dong!" The three rapid drumbeats sounded like a horn urging Wenren'e.

He saw another picture, a man wearing a ghost mask, holding his robe, closing his eyes peacefully in front of the eternal lamp.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!" The sound of the Burning Heaven Drum was deafening, just like someone shouting in Wen Ren'e's ear: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Wen Ren'e opened his eyes completely, and said to the compassionate old monk in front of him: "Master, before you put down your butcher knife, should you first ask my knife if it is willing to do so?"

The abbot of Wuxiang Temple shook his head tremblingly: "In the end, it was a failure."

As he spoke, the illusion around Wen Ren'e dissipated, and twenty-one masters raised their own magic weapons and aimed them at Wen Ren'e. If he woke up a moment later, so many magic weapons would have beaten him to death.

The sound of war drums urged his life. Wen Ren'e raised the Seven Killing Halberd and said loudly: "You can force me to this extent, it is worth my fighting. We are all exhausted. The last blow, who can survive, let fate decide."

After that, the Seven Killing Stars in the sky shone brightly, and the Seven Killing Halberd in Wen Ren'e's hand met with twenty-one magic weapons. Twenty-two top magic weapons collided, and the huge power of heaven and earth collided, causing thunder!

The demons who were chatting looked at the sky. Master Ruan said in disbelief: "The master is still alive, how did he survive? Twenty-one masters!"

"Don't worry about changing your mouth to call the master, quickly set up a protective formation! Do you want to die!" Master Yuan kicked Ruan Weiyi's butt.

Ruan Weiyi hurriedly opened the Xuanyuan Sect's mountain protection formation. The moment the barrier was just set up, a bloody light rushed out of the formation and rushed into the battle circle without fear.

Yin Hanjiang didn't care about the damage to his body caused by the aftermath of the fight between masters. His eyes were bloodshot as he searched for Wen Ren'e's figure among the countless fallen ruins.

This broken limb is not it, that magic weapon is not it, where is it, where exactly is it!

A Zen stick fell down and was about to hit Yin Hanjiang. At this time, a tattered halberd seemed to have life and blocked Yin Hanjiang in front of him, blocking the attack of the Zen stick for him.

Yin Hanjiang saw the halberd, restored his human form, picked up Wen Ren'e's life magic weapon, and found the dying Wen Ren'e with the sound of the magic weapon's resonance.

He flew forward and hugged Wen Ren'e. The joy of regaining what he had lost made Yin Hanjiang's teeth numb and he couldn't speak.

The two landed smoothly. Yin Hanjiang hugged Wen Ren'e and trembled all over, while Wen Ren'e slowly stretched out his hand, rubbed Yin Hanjiang's face, and said weakly: "Protector Yin, you finally saved me."