Chapter 410 Recruitment
Stab!
Su Jie put his palm through his chest and grabbed a blood-red beating heart, keeping an indifferent expression on his face.
The person whose heart was ripped out was the elder of the Zixia Sect who was at the fourth level of the Secret Realm.
Four of the five elders who besieged Su Jie died in Su Jie's hands.
"The last one left."
Looking ahead at the elder of the Guanchao Pavilion, this powerful man on the fifth level of the Secret Realm was now covered with wounds of all sizes, showing that he was at a disadvantage during the battle with Su Jie.
And Su Jie is not feeling well either. His body also has wounds of various sizes. Even if he has the ability to heal himself, he still needs to consume spiritual energy. Su Jie's spiritual energy is now consumed in a huge amount in successive battles and cannot be replenished at all, so some wounds Neither can be repaired.
But in general, Su Jie was in far better condition than his opponent, and he didn't see the elder from Guanchao Pavilion running away quickly.
The fear of the Guanchao Pavilion elder took over. After Su Jie killed four people in a row, he had no intention of competing with Su Jie. He was so timid that he only knew how to run away until Han Ruyan blocked his way.
With a red wedding dress stretched open, Han Ruyan twisted her neck expressionlessly. In sync with her movements, the neck of the elder of Guanchao Pavilion was also clicking and twisting 360 degrees.
"Damn it!"
The elder of Guanchao Pavilion screamed. He wanted to resist. If he was still in the period of complete victory, he would naturally not be afraid of Han Ruyan.
But now that the spiritual power in his body has almost dried up and his body is seriously injured, he can no longer resist the invasion of Han Ruyan's strange power.
Seeing that Han Ruyan was about to strangle him, a solemn voice sounded in the void.
"Amitabha, donor Su is exorcising ghosts and killing people like this. This poor monk cannot ignore it."
Along with the sound, there was also a dazzling golden Buddha light.
The elder of Guanchao Pavilion who was about to be killed suddenly escaped. His body was shrouded in golden light, and the strange power attached to Han Ruyan was dispelled, allowing him to finally control his body.
A middle-aged monk wearing a monk's robe, with scars on his head, and holding a golden ruler walked slowly over. The Buddha's light filled his body, and he chanted Sanskrit sounds automatically, like a Buddha walking in the world, giving people a sense of A sense of sacredness.
"Bald Donkey, do you want to die?"
Su Jie looked at him coldly and let the Thousand-Handed Centipede carry him to the other party.
"The poor monk's name is Huiji. Put down the butcher's knife. Donor Su, you are young. It's too late to change your ways now. You can't win this war."
This monk Huiji clasped his hands together, and every word he spoke carried the sound of Buddha. He was like a compassionate and savior Bodhisattva, which made people feel inexplicably fond of him.
Of course, Su Jie is not among them.
"It sounds like you guys are sure to win."
Su Jie invited Han Ruyan to come closer to him. The monk Huiji in front of him was also at the fifth level of the Secret Realm. Judging from his fighting style, he was very restrained against monsters like Han Ruyan. Although Su Jie was very confident in Han Ruyan, he still had to be careful.
Monk Huiji smiled slightly and said: "Amitabha, why don't Master Su take a look at the current battlefield? You will only lose."
Su Jie narrowed his eyes. In the current battlefield situation, with the addition of the monks from Lingfa Temple, their restraint and attack on the Tianhun Sect was extremely serious, and the reinforcements of the Tianhun Sect were retreating steadily.
On the Ghost Ridge Palace side, they have to deal with the combined efforts of five righteous sects.
Especially after the rocket launcher position was disrupted and the bombing stopped, the opponent was pressed into the battle line, and the front line was already a little unable to bear it.
These are just ordinary disciples. At the high-end level, the elders of the Secret Realm rely on their numerical advantage to suppress the elders of Ghost Ridge Palace and Tianhun Sect. The casualty rate is much higher than that of the righteous path. People like Su Jie After all, there are only a few geniuses who can defeat many with one.
In the highest level of confrontation, the four Taoist realms cannot tell the winner in a short period of time.
It's no wonder that Monk Huiji is so confident and believes that the devil will fail.
"Donor Su, as a fairy seedling, you fell into the devil's path. If you can turn around and find safety, our Lingfa Temple is willing to accept you and let you enter our Lingfa Temple to correct your evil ways, so as not to waste your talent."
Monk Huiji had a compassionate smile on his face and actually wanted to recruit Su Jie.
"Want to recruit me?"
Su Jie immediately understood what Monk Huiji meant. The super genius of a fairy seedling made even Lingfa Temple willing to accept the devil Su Jie.
"I heard that you Buddhists are very good at brainwashing. Are you planning to modify my will and become your Buddhist master?"
Su Jie's mind was spinning, and the thought of surrender only stayed in his mind for less than three seconds before being dismissed by Su Jie.
Because Su Jie didn't trust the other party, Su Jie knew very well how many evil things he had done that embarrassed the righteous way, and the other party must have inquired about it. Even so, he still wanted to recruit, risking offending several righteous sects in Guanchao Pavilion. .
The other party took such a big risk. Su Jie didn't believe that there was love for no reason in this world. The other party must have some plot against him. Su Jie would not believe the other party's words easily.
"Donor Su has too much prejudice against us Buddhists!"
A flash of anger flashed in Monk Huiji's eyes, and the smile on his face gradually faded. He couldn't bear to hear Su Jie slandering his sect like this.
"Why, you got angry because of what I said."
Su Jie was no longer in a hurry, and said to Han Ruyan and Thousand-Hand Centipede: "You don't have to worry about me, go and protect the rocket launcher, let the puppet hall operate again, and support the battlefield. Even if we lose the war, we must take care of their younger generation." Kill them all to make them understand the consequences of offending our Ghost Ridge Palace.”
"Stubborn."
Hui Ji's expression changed immediately. When they were dormant just now, they saw the power of the rocket launcher.
This kind of war puppet is nothing to a master, but it can be said to be a unique skill in slaughtering vegetables. If those outer disciples were allowed to be bombed by the other side, there is no telling how many people would die.
"Oh, since you dare to interfere in the sect war, you must be aware that you will die."
"It seems that you have been too deeply eroded by the concept of demons and are hopeless. Anyway, I will get rid of you today with my own hands to avoid harming the people of the world in the future."
Monk Huiji slapped the golden ruler in his hand, and the golden light blasted out bursts of Qi. It was a low-grade magic weapon.
Pale arms sprouted from Su Jie's body, and in a blink of an eye, Su Jie was tightly protected inside.
The golden light and corpse hands collided and annihilated each other, and Su Jie's cold voice came out.
"Bald Donkey, do you think you can defeat me? Even if I consume a lot of spiritual power now, you can't win."
The sky became overcast, the wind blew violently, rain fell in torrents, and thunder flashed in the clouds.
Su Jie used the power of the Yuan Shen on a large scale. The Yuan Shen did not need the spiritual power in the body to participate, ensuring that Su Jie still had sufficient combat power.
"Is this Tianwei?"
Monk Huiji felt the thickness of the black clouds in the sky, and a flash of shock flashed in his eyes: "The Yuanshen at the Heshen level has reached such a height with his current level of cultivation at the third level of the Secret Realm. Even if this person is among the many immortal seedlings, He is also an outstanding person, no wonder the leader asked me to recruit him.”
Before Huiji could think too much, black clouds condensed in the sky and covered the ground for several miles.
Click! boom!
There was a flash of white light, and a thunderbolt as thick as a bucket struck down. The thunder meandered and hit the golden light that filled Monk Huiji's body in an instant. Its golden light rippled slightly, just like pebbles thrown into the lake surface, and a thunderbolt could not hurt the opponent.
"See how much you can defend against."
Su Jie waved his hand, and if one thunderbolt failed, there would be thousands of ways.
After a short period of brewing, thousands of thunderbolts descended from the clouds and continuously bombarded Monk Huiji, like a lightning rod attracting thunder and lightning.
The layer of golden light spread by Monk Huiji began to fluctuate violently. The Zixiao Sky Thunder was already outstanding, and with the blessing of the soul from the Heshen Realm, its power was even more domineering.
"Oops, I underestimated the other party."
Hui Ji wanted to escape, but his speed was far slower than the speed of the Zixiao thunder, and the thick dark clouds in the sky also moved with him.
From a distance, the thunderbolts almost formed a line, like a shining pillar of light between the sky and the earth.
"Who is going through the catastrophe!"
Some young disciples couldn't see the battle clearly, but saw a figure illuminated by lightning, and thought of the legend of overcoming the tribulation.
"It's Master Huiji. He's in trouble. The devil in the Ghost Ridge Palace opposite is so vicious."
Some monks from Lingfa Temple discovered something was wrong and recognized that the person who was being struck by lightning was their Master Huiji.
"Buddha's light shines everywhere!"
Taking a deep breath, a Buddhist circle appeared above Hui Ji's head, and then golden light bloomed. The whole person almost turned into a small sun. The infinite Buddhist treasure light spread out, and even the power of heaven condensed by Su Jie's soul was absorbed. There was a brief delay of two seconds.
Taking this opportunity, Huiji hurriedly escaped from the coverage of the mighty dark clouds.
At this time, Hui Ji looked somewhat embarrassed. His skin was charred and his monk's robes were torn. He looked like he had just been dug out of a coal mine. If he hadn't had no hair, he would have had a spiky head by now.
"Sure enough, the devil is the devil. Since the truth does not make sense, then I will use my fists to teach you what Buddhist truth is."
Hui Ji's body shook, and every inch of the burnt and cracked dirt on his body fell off, and a golden monk's robe automatically condensed on his body. With bright eyes, he was about to go find Su Jie to trouble him.
But when he saw Su Jie again, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Because Su Jie pinched the neck of the Guanchao Pavilion elder, his head drooped, and his neck had obviously been broken by Su Jie.
In the moment when he was trapped, Su Jie caught up with the elder of Guanchao Pavilion who had not yet escaped and successfully killed him.
The soul of the Guanchao Pavilion elder came out of his head, but as soon as it appeared, Su Jie used the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to suck it in, further strengthening the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.
Up to now, the souls absorbed by Su Jie's Ten Thousand Soul Banner have reached six secret realms during this war, including the soul of Wei Ji, an immortal seedling.
The Ten Thousand Soul Banner also absorbed many other souls on the battlefield. With Su Jie as the center, the souls of many disciples were sucked in.
Before the Tianhun Sect appeared, no one had competed with Su Jie for these, and the ordinary soul-summoning flags were not as strong and powerful in absorbing souls as Su Jie's Ten Thousand Souls Flags.
Looking at Su Jie's Ten Thousand Souls Banner, it is much stronger than before. The consumed ghosts can be replenished by reabsorbing souls, and the number of ghost generals bred in it is as high as hundreds.
"This little devil is so cruel and cruel that I can't let you alone."
Hui Ji's face turned dark. He felt that his intelligence had been insulted, and now he wanted to send Su Jie to see the Buddha with one palm.
"This is urgent. You want to stop looking at it."
Su Jie smiled contemptuously and put the body of the elder of Guanchao Pavilion into the storage bag.
Almost as soon as Su Jie finished speaking, there were sudden bursts of roaring noises in the distance.
On the battlefield, countless firelights rose from the ground, like howling strong winds. Large meteors and fire showers covered the sky, turning half the sky red. They were rocket launchers firing in volleys.
The regrouped Puppet Hall once again released the rocket launchers from their storage bags, set up their firing positions, and struck towards the right side.
16,000 rockets fell. Even if some were shot down in advance, nearly 10,000 rockets still successfully bombed the target area.
And this target area happens to be the position of Lingfa Temple.
One shot of these rockets can damage enemies within the scope of a football field. They are loaded with acid, fire poison, poisonous insects and other ammunition, causing a large-area killing effect.
Countless disciples of Lingfa Temple fell to the ground, wailing and rolling, and more disciples had been turned into cold corpses under the blanket of rocket bombs. Many of them did not even have their whole corpses left behind.
These disciples of Lingfa Temple looked unwilling until their death. They were sent by rocket launchers to meet their Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and ascend to the Western Paradise.
Seeing this scene, a volley of rockets was fired, and thousands of his own young monks died inside. Hui Ji's eyes suddenly turned red, and he rushed towards Su Jie regardless of his own safety: "Devil, I will send you to hell. .”
"I'll hit Lingfa Temple for two more rounds, and I'll hit this one first to help."
Su Jie sneered and kept stimulating the opponent with words, while the purple sky thunder bombarded him layer by layer, competing with him.
Under Su Jie's order, Puppet Hall quickly reloaded the rocket launchers, and rockets weighing 300 kilograms were launched into the air, hitting the area of Lingfa Temple and several Zhengdao sects.
These rockets are specially designed to attack those outer disciples, bringing their own characteristics of abuse to the limit.
Each round of more than 10,000 rocket strikes can kill thousands of disciples, and even more are injured and lose their combat effectiveness.
Such horrific killings offended all the righteous people.
Whether it was Lingfa Temple or several sects in Guanchao Pavilion, they all sent inner disciples and secret treasure realm elders to destroy the rocket launcher.
Thousand-Hand Centipede and Han Ruyan protected the rocket launch site. Later, Su Jie threw the Ten Thousand Soul Flags over and raised the Blood River Formation for comprehensive protection.
But more and more righteous elders came to attack, and they couldn't hold back even an insect, a ghost, or a flag.
Fortunately, when Guiling Palace saw what was happening, they decisively dispatched manpower to protect the rocket launcher.
"Protect me well and don't let anything happen to him."
Qiu Laodao shouted loudly, his left hand transformed into a huge sky-reaching python, and whipped away an elder of the Longhumen.
"As long as the rocket launcher position is there and a large number of low-level enemy monks are killed, the opponent may be able to retreat."
Tang Peiqing also appeared at the rocket launcher position. The battlefield situation was very unfavorable for Guiling Palace. Now he no longer thought about victory, but just wanted to force the opponent back.
As more and more elders competed for offense and defense around this place, the rocket launcher, which could only abuse food, became the core focus of the battlefield.
At the same time, Zhuang Liangru felt the changes in the battlefield situation with the four Taoist realm experts who had already reached an altitude of tens of thousands of meters. If there were too many casualties among his disciples, he would not be able to explain them when he returned.
Zhuang Liangru gritted his teeth, took out a jade token from his arms, and used his last trump card: "Baichuan Sea-Crushing Formation, open!"
The sky shook slightly, and a huge crack appeared high in the sky, and a terrifying aura filled the air.
(End of chapter)