Chapter 307: Senluo Cult Master’s Appreciation (1)
Lu Yi sat cross-legged outside Yangcheng and regulated his breathing all night.
After killing countless evil spirits last night, his cultivation had made a huge leap forward. If we had to talk about the level of his cultivation, he had made a big step forward from the initial stage of the Golden Lotus cultivation to the middle stage of the Golden Lotus cultivation.
At this moment, Lu Yi was simply sitting cross-legged on the ground, but he gave people the feeling that there was a mountain standing here.
If people in the Buddhist community saw Lu Yi, they would feel that there was a living Vajra, a walking Arhat entrenched here... That aura, that power, that unshakable, indestructible charm, already had some of the true Vajra power.
Of course, if a cultivator like Lu Qingyang, who has practiced the art of talismans and is in perfect harmony with the natural world, comes to observe, he will vaguely sense that at the core of Lu Yi's Buddhist Vajra power, there is an even more transcendent, more subtle, more profound and indescribable Taoist charm.
The only flaw is that Lu Yi's cultivation level improved significantly last night, and his height grew to 12 feet 5 inches.
His appearance also became harder and more ferocious, and when he narrowed his eyes slightly, he showed the power of an ancient ferocious beast that suddenly rose up and wanted to hunt ferociously.
It would be extremely difficult for ordinary people to stand firm in front of him.
When the sun rose in the east, Lu stood up and stretched his body. He just moved his body slightly, and accidentally shook the air, causing a strong wind in the dense forest, almost uprooting a dense forest of a hundred acres.
Lu Yi carefully stopped his movements, knowing full well that this was because he had killed so many evil spirits last night and his strength had increased abnormally too much, especially the negative effects brought about by the excessive increase in physical strength.
After a few days, when the mind and soul have adapted to the surge in cultivation, everything will return to normal.
Looking at Yangcheng, where shouts of killing were still deafening and all kinds of strange lights were surging, Lu Yi frowned and pondered for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it, I originally wanted to be friendly with you neighbors and not interfere with each other."
"But you actually targeted me!"
"Especially, I have used the Dream Bubble Pearl to change my appearance. Even Master Lu couldn't see through the illusion created by the Dream Bubble Pearl. How could you find me directly?"
"No, I have to take the initiative to deal with you ."
Lu Yu gritted his teeth.
As for Hua Sangnu, after the battle in Haojing, he actually didn't care about Hua Sangnu and the evil people around her.
What harm could those evil things do to him?
For an ordinary monk whose greatest ideal in life is to live a few more years and whose current life goal is to live for ten thousand years, why would he take the initiative to provoke troubles?
But now it's different.
It was not Lu Yu who went looking for trouble, but trouble that came to him.
This means... we can only kill them ruthlessly and end this quickly.
"To deal with evil spirits, we still have to rely on Buddhism... Actually, Taoism is not bad either, but unfortunately, we don't have that kind of relationship. Otherwise, the Taoist methods of exorcising demons and monsters would be more varied than Buddhism."
Lu Yi sighed, took out a fist-sized Buddhist bead, and lightly tapped it with his fingers. The Buddhist bead vibrated violently with a "hum" sound.
Soon, the voice of Monk Shenzui came from the Buddhist beads.
Lu Yi and Shenzui whispered a few words to each other, and Shenzui's voice suddenly became higher, and a chilling murderous aura came through the Buddhist beads.
When the call ended, Lu Yi couldn't help but shake his head: "Tsk tsk, this Buddhist monk is so murderous, tsk tsk!"
Lu Yi whistled, and the dark cloud beast under the tree let out a high-pitched roar and suddenly jumped up to a height of more than ten feet. Lu Yi jumped on the dark cloud beast and pointed towards Yangcheng. A large cloud of black smoke surged, and the dark cloud beast stepped into the air and ran towards Yangcheng.
The city of Yang was already a sea of blood and corpses.
Of the twelve sects in Yuanlingtian, except for the Xuehe Sect and the Mosuan Sect, which had no disciples involved, almost all of the first and second batches of the other ten sects that invaded Jishengtian were dispatched.
In the six sects of the Supreme Saint Demonic Dao, a large group of disciples, under the command of some deacons and elders, used their magical powers to fight with the Yuanlingtian monks.
All kinds of magic skills, magical powers, and even some forbidden tricks were used crazily and unscrupulously.
The streets of Yangcheng have turned into huge pits.
Several small rivers flowing through Yangcheng carried the blood of the people in the city whose bodies were turned into mud, and flowed into the Yangjiang River in the north. A section of the river that was hundreds of miles long was completely dyed red with blood.
On the ground, countless metal puppets of the Demon Puppet Sect and countless zombies of the Corpse Demon Cave were fighting each other.
Whether it was the magic puppets or the zombies, they were all extremely powerful, thick-skinned and thick-fleshed, and fearless. The magic puppets and zombies collided with each other in a mighty force, and metal components broke everywhere, and the zombies were beaten to the point of breaking bones and tendons with dull noises.
There were black smoke and blood clouds everywhere, ghost shadows dancing everywhere, shrill ghost howls, wild laughter, and some inexplicable strange noises.
Severely wounded, with an abnormal pink aura on his face and a weak breath, Tu Lao Mo seemed like he might die at any time. Surrounded by several elders from the Secret Demon Cliff, he gritted his teeth and activated the Formless Yuan Demon Hood. Countless blood-red eyes floated in the void, emitting blood light like a rainstorm, sprinkling towards those Yuan Lingtian cultivators.
Among the Yuanlingtian cultivators, there were also some disciples with sufficient status who took out extremely powerful magic weapons and fought back from a distance.
In terms of numbers, there is no doubt that the disciples of the six sects of the devil have an absolute advantage.
However, in terms of the realm of cultivation, the cultivators who invaded from Yuanlingtian were on average in the late stage of the Fiery Realm, or some were in the perfect stage of the Fiery Realm, or even had the strength of half a step to grow the golden lotus.
Moreover, the magic weapons they use are, on average, two or three levels higher than those used by the disciples of the six sects of the devil!
It is true that the spiritual power of the world in Jishengtian has collapsed, and there are only a few good things that can be preserved in each sect. It is completely incomparable to the complete inheritance of cultivators like Yuanlingtian. Every invading cultivator has a complete set of high-level treasures with both offensive and defensive capabilities.
Even some deacons from the six demonic sects used secret treasures that were not as good as those of an ordinary Yuanlingtian cultivator!
Only the elders like Tu Lao Mo have some hidden treasures in their hands, which are much stronger than the secret treasures used by the cultivators of Yuan Lingtian.
In short, after a balance of factors such as the number of people, cultivation, secret treasures, etc., the two sides were evenly matched in Yangcheng.
Every once in a while, a howl would be heard, and it was because a disciple from some unknown sect had died.
Since the cultivators of the six sects of the Demonic Path belong to the Demonic Path, it goes without saying that they are extremely ruthless.
Among the cultivators who invaded Yuanlingtian, most of them were from evil sects, such as the Zhugu Sect, and they were even more evil and ruthless.
Therefore, both sides were rapidly bleeding each other, while they were also losing blood rapidly.
What is even more disturbing is that on the ruins of the original Paradise Palace, the pavilion built by Huasangnv is still standing. Weird fairy sounds and singing float out from the pavilion, and strange female figures appear on the battlefield from time to time.
They attacked the monks of both sides indiscriminately, and were also attacked crazily by the monks of both sides.
The chaotic battle reduced Yang City to ashes, except for the four city walls, which were created in who knows how many years ago from ancient times. They were of extraordinary quality and extremely strong. No matter how many spells and magical powers fell on the walls, they only made a loud noise like a landslide, but there was not a single crack on the walls.
Lu Yi rode on the black cloud beast and jumped directly onto the east gate tower of Yangcheng.
He looked out at the city and saw that apart from Hua Sangnv's small building, there was not even a complete building in the city.
There were erratic figures everywhere, flickering lights everywhere the smell of burnt corpses ignited by lightning, and in some places, there were the shrill barking of dogs and the screaming of roosters...
There is also the screaming sound of a frightened cat whose fur stands on end...
The huge Yangcheng was turned into a bloody hell, and the situation was extremely tragic.
Lu Yi looked at the tragic scene in Yangcheng coldly, remained silent for a long time, put away the Vajra Spear, jumped off the Dark Cloud Beast, swung the Vajra Bow, and took out a huge alloy box. He opened the lid, and inside was heavy arrows made of extremely hard alloy and tempered a thousand times.
On these arrows, there are Vajra talismans melted by magic, filled with incense ashes offered to Buddha in the Vajra Temple, and secret methods are used to perfectly integrate the incense ashes and arrows.
The black metal arrow had a faint golden glow and the incense ash outlined a beautiful pattern on it.
Such a big box contained a total of 10,000 arrows.
Lu Yi drew his arrow and drew his bow. Then, his arm turned into a blurry afterimage. With a terrible "whoosh" sound, a rain of arrows burst out. The arrows cut through the air, stirring up high temperatures and emitting dazzling flames. In front of Lu Yi, it was as if a gorgeous flower suddenly blossomed!
Lu Yi's archery skills were wild and brutal, and he was extremely rude and unreasonable.
The Vajra Bow weighs as much as an elephant. After being infused with Lu Yi's magic power, it bursts out with terrifying force.
In Yangcheng, strange red shadows were floating around, circling and flying everywhere, ready to pounce at any time. Suddenly, they were hit by arrows. With sharp howls, the red shadows exploded one after another, leaving only a wisp of sandalwood scent and a faint, warm and bright golden light lingering in their place.
Red embroidered shoes, red sachets, red lanterns... and red handkerchiefs, red head coverings, and red pillows...
All the strange and unique items used by women in the boudoir were blown to pieces by the arrows.
Even more dense arrows fell towards the brightly lit small building, shooting countless dense holes in it.
The screams of the Flower Sangnu and the Moon Sangnu resounded through the sky, accompanied by piercing curses. The exquisite pavilion suddenly disappeared, and all the erratic red shadows in the entire Yang City also disappeared in an instant.
At the same time as these red shadows disappeared, beneath the collapsed houses in Yangcheng, the shrill cries of women rose to the sky. A series of hazy female figures appeared out of thin air, spun on the spot, and disappeared without a trace along with the red shadows.
An oppressive heat lingered all over Lu Yi's body, especially his right arm, which was drawing the bow, and was emitting red light as if it was burning.
He slowly put down his longbow, with three large empty boxes beside him.
In a short period of time, he shot 30,000 special arrows and killed countless monsters.
In the void, waves of pure and powerful power rolled over and continuously poured into his body.
Before his cultivation was stable, he once again somersaulted upwards.
