4780 Formless Great Power
The solemn-looking monk tried his best to suppress the curses that escaped his mouth. His eyes were as big as copper bells, as if he wanted to skin those guys in the Sand Demon Cave alive.
“Don’t talk nonsense,” Monk Konglun frowned. For a moment, the front of the army was silent.
At this time, a disdainful voice came from the top of the city wall of the Sand Demon Cave.
“Hey… Why are those bald donkeys hiding their heads and showing their tails looking for trouble with your grandpas? Do you want me to help you loosen your bones?”
When the solemn-looking monk heard this, he immediately said, “How dare you! Senior Brother, I’m going to teach that bastard a lesson right now!”
Monk Konglun said, “Jian Qing, don’t be reckless.”
At this moment, the sage-like old man with a sword on his back stepped forward and said, “Immortal Master, let us follow Immortal Master Jian Qing. Destroying the Sand Demon Cave is also a blessing for the billions of living beings.”
When Monk Konglun heard this, he did not say anything.
Another clean-faced monk came forward to pay his respects. “Senior Brother, the rules are no longer of any significance to them. The Blood Qi here is ten times denser than the last time we came here. It’s obvious that they’ve massacred countless lives again.”
“If we don’t punish him, this entire Heavenly Region will be in a bloody mess.”
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“What are those old bald donkeys talking about? Why aren’t they attacking yet?” an ugly and ferocious top cultivator on the wall of the Sand Demon Cave said impatiently.
Cui Jing glared at him and then said in a deep voice, “All of you, be quiet and be on guard!”
“This time, whoever cuts off a bald donkey’s head will be rewarded with a pool of blood!”
As soon as these words were spoken, the people on the city wall became restless again. All the top cultivators’ eyes brightened, and they were already somewhat impatient.
“What’s going on? It looks like they’re really going to fight.” Several figures quietly squeezed onto the city wall.
Cheng Qing placed his hand on his forehead, his eyes wide as he looked at the distant army.
Jian Wushuang did not say anything. He looked through the light red mist and saw the monks standing in front of the army.
There were two sides to everything, life and death, and space and time.
The resentment of the creatures in the Sand Demon Cave and the Blood Qi were so thick that they could not be dispelled. Therefore, there would definitely be a side that was opposing it.
Could these monks represent the extreme of the other side?
Perhaps, this was the opportunity to untie the inexplicable Karma on them.
A light flashed in Jian Wushuang’s eyes. He was waiting and taking advantage of the situation to move.
In the Sand Demon Cave, the evil top cultivators flew up as if they could not suppress the riot. They rushed out of the city and tore the assembled army to pieces.
Cui Jing was getting impatient. He kept hitting the ground with his eight-foot long rod.
At this moment, the few monks who were standing in front of the black mass of troops suddenly stepped on the air and arrived.
“With kindness, Cui Jing, please listen to this old man’s advice.” Monk Jian Qing, who had a solemn face, suppressed the discomfort in his heart and spoke in a clear voice against his will.
Cui Jing, who was far away on the city wall, heard this and smiled.
“Kindness your mother! Brothers, charge forward and tear them to pieces!”
After receiving the order, a wave of bloodthirsty excitement rushed into the sky.
“No way! They fought in such a hurry?!” Jian Wushuang and the others could not believe it.
Cui Jing was a mad dog…
The black mass of top cultivators that covered the sky seemed to have broken free of their restraints and rushed out of the Sand Demon Cave City like blood-drinking wolves.
Like a black sky river that was flowing backwards, the monks who were here to give a useless lecture all put on a serious face and put their palms together.
A myriad of precious lights shone down, dispelling the corrosive Blood Qi.
As for monk Jian Qing, he was almost filled with blood. That nonsensical phrase ‘kindness your mother’ almost instantly ignited his fiery temper.
“What an evil beast! I’ll definitely destroy your body and soul today!” Jian Qing stepped on the flowing cloud and flew up, his white robe fluttering in the strong wind.
“Junior Brothers, help me!”
A total of four rays of light gushed out from the palms of the four monks behind Jian Qing, blending into a rainbow bridge, and flew out.
With a stern expression, Jian Qing’s image form put its palms together, faced the black sky river, and began to chant a spell!
“Infinite Ten Thousand Forms, Formless Great Power!”
On a huge rainbow bridge, the heavens and earth trembled, and an impressive white dragon with four horns appeared.
Under the white dragon, Jian Qing was like an Arhat with angry eyes, and he threw out a spell.
Heaven and earth trembled. The white dragon opened its mouth and faced the tens of thousands of top cultivators with the power of heaven and earth.
The two collided, and an unparalleled light erupted.
At this moment, the earth was torn apart, and the sand fell into the earth’s core.
The black sky river was broken by the white dragon.
Countless ferocious top cultivators fell from the sky, all of them seriously injured.
At the same time, the image form of the white dragon was also shattered. Monk Jian Qing, who was ashen-faced, was not afraid at all. Holding a black metal Buddhist staff, he rushed into the camp of the Sand Demon Cave and started to destroy them.
The army of 87 sects could not hold back anymore.
The sage-like old man suddenly pulled out his True Sword and pointed it at the sky. “Destroy the Sand Demon Cave and open up the great path of cultivation for our Juniors!”
His voice reverberated in the sky. At this moment, 87 sects and 16,000 top cultivators were engaged in a bloody battle against the Sand Demon Cave!
Black and white collided, and a tragic battle broke out.
The wind wailed as the top cultivators continued to die and fall.
They were the most talented geniuses in each sect in this vast Heavenly Region, and they had the brightest cultivation path.
However, in the battle with the Sand Demon Cave, they were continuously destroyed and died.
In the territory of the Sand Demon Cave, the gathered top cultivators’ abilities were more or less affected.
The number of casualties was rapidly rising. Countless geniuses died, and the broken corpses of divine bodies fell to the ground like rain.
On the city wall, Jian Wushuang’s face grew grave.
When the chaotic battle broke out, the monks had already blocked the front line and were fighting with the top cultivators of the Sand Demon Cave.
There was no way for Jian Wushuang to get close to them.
Even if his strength was restored to its peak, he would still be seriously injured if he was not careful in this chaotic battle, not to mention that he could not control Yan power freely now.
“Is there no other way?” Jian Wushuang was silent. At the same time, he was thinking quickly about how to get close.
These monks are not inferior in strength, they were all in the Yan Immortal cultivation realm. Naturally, they were not at a disadvantage in this chaotic battle. Ordinary top cultivators could not get close to them.
Under their leadership, although the assembled sects suffered heavy injuries, they were still pushing forward, slowly pushing towards the city wall.
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