MTL - I Am Immortal-Chapter 165 Everything here is a legend!

  Chapter 165 This body is here, it's all a legend!

When everyone was still immersed in the joy of the New Year, the disaster of demonic barriers appeared suddenly, or in other words, when disasters appeared, they always appeared when they were not prepared, accompanied by a situation similar to the broken air mechanism. With a sound, a huge ferocious bird fell from the sky and descended into the world.

  Opened its sharp claws and grabbed a person's shoulder directly, and then tore that person apart like crushing tofu.

  Blood and organs exploded.

   Splashed on the ground, and splashed on the people around.

  Distribute heat.

Next to him are his parents with graying temples. They were still talking about the New Year’s Eve just now. The man said that he earned some money this year. He said that he would buy some better things for his parents during the New Year’s Eve. Clothes, his parents were a little reluctant for their children to spend money. After saying a few words, the man became a little annoyed and went shopping on his own, while his parents were a little embarrassed to follow behind.

   Enough is enough, enough is enough, the clothes at home can still be worn.

  Three to five Wen wine is the same.

  You are just about to save money, so you can’t be so extravagant.

   And in the blink of an eye he died here.

After his mother was stunned, she almost instinctively threw herself on her **** son, and another fierce bird jumped down. The old man with a slightly bowed waist picked up a stool from a booth next to him and threw it at him with a roar, blocking his wife and children. , and then torn into pieces, the white-haired wrinkled woman's eyes were filled with tears, and the third one fell to the ground.

  The instant tragedy turned the whole street from festive and cheerful at the beginning to tragic panic.

People were pulling their children, or running wildly, their eyes were full of panic, and such a picture appeared at the same time in more than 200 squares and cities in the entire Zhongzhou prefecture. Falling, tearing people's flesh and blood, wantonly destroying people's bodies.

The people fled in a panic and hid in the houses, but soon they discovered that not to mention the thatched roofs of ordinary poor families, even the houses of the rich families with brick and stone structures and horizontal beams as beams Unable to withstand the piercing of these monsters, the shivering man holding the child in the house raised his head and saw cracks in the masonry.

   Fear appeared in his eyes, and the child asked, "Daddy, the house is moving..."

   "It's nothing, it's okay."

  He forced a smile, then held the child in his arms, turned around with his back facing the outside.

  A huge ferocious bird slammed down violently, the man's face was pale, and suddenly an invisible aura swept over him.

  The fierce bird turned into a puddle of flesh and blood in an instant.

  A talisman appeared in this room, and the white-haired old Taoist held a sword and said, "Don't move."

   "Stay within the range of the talisman."

"you are…"

  The man's eyes were wide open, his face was pale, and before he even asked, the old Taoist of Lianyang Temple rushed out again.

  Sweeping with the long sword, slaying demons and eliminating demons, sweeping out the talisman, it will disperse the dirty energy, which can ensure temporary safety.

Before the Daomen Xiantian Qi is to retrieve the treasure of life, if the three talents are complete, the state of the Taoist will always remain at the peak of consolidating the Xiantian Qi, and will not decline due to age, but even so, there is still a limit, the old Taoist People's talismans are constantly being exhausted, and he knows very well that this is no longer a problem that a mere Taoist priest with innate energy can handle.

  Even real people can't solve this disaster that has been planned for a long time to swallow millions of people in a city.

  However, the affairs of the world, the people of the world, how can they stand by and watch?

  Things cannot be done, but they must be.

   It is not in vain to practice Taoism for two hundred years.

   "Lang Lang is too empty, and the dirty energy is scattered!"

  The old man cut off with his sword.

  He tried his best to save people. Even though his physical strength is weak, he can save people after all. To practice one needs to cultivate one's heart, and the Dao has never been ruthless.

   And more people choose to instinctively run to temples and Taoist temples after finding that their houses cannot shelter themselves.

There is Jueming Temple in Zhongzhou Fucheng. The temple is huge and quite luxurious. There are Buddhist halls and Buddhist halls. Among them, the statues of Thousand Buddhas and the golden body of Buddha are extremely exquisite and can be called treasures. At this moment, people are flocking here, wanting to come in , but at this time, the door of the temple was closed.

  People were outside crying and banging on the door.

  The door could not be opened, the monks looked miserable, the old abbot sighed, and suddenly there was a loud noise.

   "Noisy, noisy, what are you arguing about?!"

   "Ah, Master Jiansi."

"this…"

Many young monks stepped aside, a tall, greedy monk with a shiny face came, with a Buddhist bead in his hand, frowning for a long time, raised his hand to push away the surrounding monks, walked in front of the old monk, and said bluntly: "What are you doing, host? Why don't you open the door!"

   "Want to ignore death?!"

  The old host said sadly: "The guest rooms are already full of people."

   "All the monks are here, give up the house to the common people, and the demon will fall from the sky."

"The room in the temple has been smudged by incense for a long time, and it can resist a little. Without shelter, the common people will die here, and more demons will be attracted. In that case, the people who are hiding in the room now will also Will die... Zhenjing, do you want to save some people, or want to save all of them arrogantly, but let everyone die in the end, do you understand the choice?"

   "Buddhist disciples, you can still have the strength to fight, and you will protect this person hiding in this temple."

  The monk Zhen Jing of Jiansi was silent, and suddenly cursed: "Silly donkey!"

   "I have a way!"

He turned around and strode away suddenly, he went directly to the Thousand Buddha Hall, and there was a sound of shattering, and then he heard the sound of the Buddha statue shattering. They were all smashed, and then thrown out of the hall like trash.

  In the end, he didn’t give up, and went straight to the Daxiong Palace. The old monk was startled, then turned pale with shock, and said:

   "Magika, what are you going to do?!"

"do what?"

The monk laughed loudly, and many monks were frightened. They ran together and were shocked immediately. They saw the monk carrying the Buddha statue of the Mahavira Hall on his back, walking out step by step, with his eyes raised, because he was carrying the Buddha statue on his back. So no one dared to block his way and let him go out, saying:

   "Practice Buddhism, cross the world and save people!"

   "Isn't there a house here? Hahahaha, old man, you are still not as smart as me."

   "You might as well give me the host!"

   "The Hall of Thousand Buddhas has been incensed by the common people for thousands of years. All disciples, take the statues of Buddhas and burn Buddhist scriptures to form a large formation!"

"yes!"

  Monk Zhenjing laughed loudly: "My disciple, open the door!"

Those young monks rushed to open the gate, and people rushed in, pushing and shoving, wanting to squeeze themselves in, chaotic and noisy, with crying, noisy, cursing, and so on. , extremely chaotic, wishing that all the people in front would get behind him, but suddenly he heard a roar:

   "If you mess around again, the poor monk will throw you all out, smash them on the ground, and smash them into flesh to attract demons!"

   Everyone was startled, their hearts seemed to stop beating, and they turned their heads to see a monk standing there, it was the monk of Jiansi.

  He raised his eyes and said in a deep voice:

  "Buddhist disciples form a stick formation, the young go first, then the young, and finally the old."

  An old man who was drunk said angrily: "Why?! Didn't you say respect the old and love the young?"

   Zhen Jing sneered and said: "You have lived for decades, you don't have many years to live, young people still have decades to live, you go in, let young people wait outside to die?"

  The old man was stunned, and said angrily, "What kind of monk are you!"

  The monk directly scolded back: "I am just like this monk, if you like to come or not, don't come and get out!"

In the end, those who came here alive, the nearby people were accommodated in the temple. The monks smashed the statues of the Thousand Buddha Hall, and used these statues that have absorbed the incense for thousands of years to write Buddhist scriptures, on the walls, and on the pillars of the temple. Up and down the pen, dignified Buddhist luck, open and aboveboard, Zhenjing stood outside the temple gate, eyes closed, expression calm, shoulders loosened.

  The statue of Buddha in the Daxiong Hall fell heavily, blocking the mountain gate.

  Buddha is merciful, looking ahead.

   Zhen Jing held a mixed iron long stick, and behind him were monks who were either young or no longer young, and said:

   "Everyone, let's form an formation."

"yes!"

With so many people making such a noise, when they were fleeing, they had already attracted many monsters. Zhen Jing's eyes were slightly opened, and amidst the loud shouts, he swung a long stick and charged into the many monsters. Swaying, extremely heavy and domineering, Buddhism is merciful, but if replaced with such a heavy weapon, it is a blunt weapon specially designed to break armor, and its martial arts have reached the top in the world.

  The realm of Buddhism is already equivalent to the innate Qi of Taoism, and it can also be the host of a temple.

  Even a monster in scales can't hold back his full blow, and will be beaten into flesh and blood.

At this moment, holding a stick in front of the demon, blocking most of the attacks, many disciples are assisting on both sides, but the momentum of the demon is too fierce. Qi, like a fire in the dark, is extremely obvious, and the killing of monsters is layer after layer, almost never stopped.

   Gradually, casualties also appeared among the young monks.

A monk let out a scream, and was caught by a demon while swinging his stick, and was dragged over directly, and was eaten up in an instant. Sweeping with the stick, there was a burst of Buddhist energy: "Steady!"

   "Hold on!"

   "Buddhist sect enjoys extinction, no suffering, no suffering..."

Zhenjing gritted his teeth, and the iron rod in his palm danced like a dragon to defeat the demons. It took more time for the monks to resist the demons for a whole stick of incense, but the scriptures were not finished yet, suddenly there was a woman's voice Came: "Help, master, master, help..."

  Many monks saw a woman stumbling towards her, with so many injuries that she almost died.

   There is a child in her arms.

When she saw the monks over there, her eyes lit up. Before she was held up by a ferocious wolf, she raised her hand, and the child was thrown to the monks in front. Still subconsciously, Jing stepped forward, swept the weapon in his palm, smashed the heads of several monster wolves, grabbed the child with his left hand, and immediately his wrist was in severe pain.

  The child hugged him tightly, biting his wrist hard.

   Actually bit the Buddha's physique.

Zhenjing lowered his head in a daze, and saw that the child had been infested with miasma and demonic energy, and there was a wound on his neck that exposed bones. Like a mandrill, Zhenjing's body trembled slightly, and he roared, like a lion's roar, and the sound shook the monsters back a few steps.

Backed up a few steps, lowered his head, and saw that the child still had fear on his face, but he was parasitized by a demon. At this moment, he was in a posture of neither life nor death. He was still looking up at the monk, and there was still a trace of humanity left in his eyes. Tears of fear.

  I saw a five-color silk thread woven on her wrist to ward off evil spirits.

   Zhenjing looked miserable, her left hand was bitten by the monster, her right hand was raised, and gently pressed against the child's face.

"Feel sorry…"

   The Buddhist Light Qi machine vibrates.

   directly dispelled the child's aura.

The demon biting his wrist still didn't let go, it was a demon specially designed to break his body, he could feel miasma entering his body from his wrist, and the bite was so hard that his muscles and bones were already visible, the monk fell silent, and then suddenly A disciple snatched Jiedao in his hand and chopped off his own wrist with a single blow.

  The expressions of many monks changed suddenly.

  Holding a knife in his right hand, Zhen Jing blocked the flow of blood with his body, and said angrily: "Form the formation!"

On this day, Jueming Temple blocked the monsters attacking like mountains and seas for almost an hour, and finally the entire temple was written with Buddhist scriptures. When the formation was completed, it emitted a warm Buddhist atmosphere, temporarily sealing off the miasma and evil spirits. , and only six of the monks who stopped outside were still alive.

"Walk!"

"Walk!"

Zhenjing held a knife in his right hand and pushed and shoved the monks around him with his left arm, but they seemed to have bloodshot eyes and refused to leave. The monk roared in his mouth like a lion's roar, which shocked these disciples. Overwhelmed, with tears in his eyes, the boy who was still only in his teens said:

   "Uncle Jiansi, they are all dead... Ours, my brother in that room, I am the only one left now..."

  Zhenjing replied: "It is joy for Buddhism to perish."

   "No bitterness, no crying..."

He rubbed the monk's head with his severed arm, smiled, and suddenly a huge burst of force threw the young monk directly behind the wall. Come on, Zhenjing turned around, and when the Jie Dao was thrown out, it tore out a large amount of blood, and then threw the disciples over the wall one by one.

   With a kick of his right foot, the statue of Buddha fell down like a mountain rolling stone.

Zhenjing strode towards the gate, wanting to take off, but sank, and saw two former monks, after their deaths, invaded by miasma, swallowed by demons, hugging his feet tightly, To make him unable to get up again, the gate of the temple opened a gap, and the monks inside were anxious to let him in quickly.

   "Shut the door! Shut the door!"

   Zhenjing roared: "Close the door, old monk, seal the array!"

   "No more entry!"

   "No one is allowed to enter again!"

   "We will close the formation when you come in, we are ready!"

"fart!"

Zhenjing tried his best to shake away the monsters, then rushed to the door, raised his right foot, a long stick flew up, held it in his palm, swung around and swept away, and scattered several monsters. He seemed to know when he saw these monsters The formation is about to be accomplished, and the crazier becomes more and more crazy. If he steps into it, he will definitely follow in.

   With a cruel heart, the cooked copper stick in the palm suddenly passed through the door cymbals outside the heavy mountain door, sealing the door from the outside.

  Then directly with the posture of clasping hands together, he locked the cooked copper stick in his bent elbows, and the strength of his body surged, turning into a second chain.

   "Lock array!"

   "Uncle Master..."

   "Fix formation!"

The monk outside the door roared, his body was already close to the limit, suddenly he trembled, lowered his head, saw that the abdomen was pierced, and the little remaining strength quickly dissipated, the blood vessels on his face flushed, and he felt the evil spirit invading his body, his hands, In other words, one hand and a broken wrist are still barely in the posture of offering to the Buddha, and the eyes are slightly lowered.

  The monk in the door gritted his teeth, burst into tears, and wrote the last step of the Buddhist scriptures.

   "Everything has action."

   "Like a dream bubble."

   "Like dew is like electricity."

   "Consider it like this."

   Zhenjing recited the last four sentences, felt the warm Buddha light flowing, smiled slightly, and bowed his head to recite.

   "Amitabha..."

   Haven't finished reading.

  The body has been torn apart, the body is smashed to pieces, the flesh and blood are eaten by demons, and the soul is also swallowed.

  ………

   "Run!"

   "Run!"

There are frequent chaos in the city. There are more than two hundred squares and millions of people. When there is chaos, there are even more crazy people. The car was rushing to the house quickly, and all the monsters attacked all the way, but he was knocked away by this extremely heavy car.

  Suddenly there was a flying bird to kill, he rolled forward, and while avoiding it, he skillfully stretched out his arms.

  It was only then that he discovered that his arms were actually extremely long, very similar to the requirements of the ape arms used to pick up samurai in the army.

He directly clamped the neck of this fierce bird, and with the help of its forward momentum, he rolled and unloaded, and inserted the dagger into its neck, killing the monster, and hurried home, his eyes were red, and he returned home , but found that his wife and children were there, the man relaxed and hugged his wife and children, his body trembling.

   "It was the Taoist priest of Chunsheng Temple who came and left us a talisman."

   "Say, it's okay to say that this talisman is there."

  The peddler who sold the sesame cakes understood now, and said, "Chunsheng Temple? Daoist..."

"Those two Taoist priests who were still young still bought sesame cakes from me. I was sick before, and he came to see me... I don't know which Taoist temple it is from, but they are so good, so good... It's great that you're all right..." A five-year-old girl hugged her father's leg, also scared.

  His wife begged softly: "We will hide here, the priests will solve these things..."

"…Um."

   "Don't go out, okay?"

  The woman's voice was almost pleading.

"…Um."

There were people's screams outside. The sesame cake vendor gritted his teeth and trembled. When he was talking with the young Taoist priest, the wife who would take care of him day and night seemed to understand something. He stretched out his hand to touch Touching his cheek, he took a few steps back, with a sad face, turned around to pick up a package, which was a key, and handed it to the peddler.

"…take it."

   "!"

  The man pursed his lips, hugged his wife, and strode back to the corner of the room.

The old man who sold five-color silk thread to ward off evil spirits outside was thrown down by a monster. He felt that he was bound to die. When his face was full of sorrow, he suddenly heard a dull sound, and something flew across and directly hit the monster. I don't know what it was , it was so heavy that it smashed the monster into pieces, and the old man's face was splashed with blood.

   The object hit the ground heavily.

The old man raised his head and saw the man striding out, flying up and striking a monster. It seemed that he had a hidden wound, and he was particularly prone to getting sick before. Such violent movements made him cough unceasingly, but the monster was unexpectedly caught. He retreated from the blow, and the thing wrapped in white trembled like a tiger roaring.

  The package was scattered, and inside was a huge iron box. The man turned over and opened the box.

   Reach out and dig into it.

In an instant, as if strong wine had been spilled on the blade, the man who lived here raised his eyebrows, he raised his hand, and the thing was taken out, it was a sword with a wide palm, very heavy, black in color, exuding a dark aura Murderous intent, draw your sword, charge!

   There are many, many similar people, and they all instinctively choose to rush to one place in the end.

  The armory in Zhongzhou Fucheng.

  The ordnance officer hiding in the warehouse was caught, looking at the men in front of him, his body kept shaking.

   "The demon claws are sharp, we need armor."

   "Just protect the vitals."

  The ordnance officer's face was pale: "Opening the armory without permission is a serious crime, and you will be executed!"

  He swallowed, took out the key, and said, "So, can you knock me out?"

   "In that case, I will be exiled at most, and I will not die in the execution ground."

  He took out the key, pointed to not far away and said: "This room is the spare armor of Zhongzhou Baihui Army."

   "What about the other side?"

"Over there? There are old armors over there. All the soldiers whose ancestral home is in Zhongzhou and retired from the army are placed there. If necessary, they will be transferred away...Huh? Do you want those old armors? The new armors are all different shapes and sizes. Yes, the old armor may not be suitable for you, the established army armor is in circulation, and the ones stored here are all those who have been abolished from the name of the regiment..."

  The ordnance officer seemed to understand something, and his body trembled slightly.

  The man replied:

   "No, there will be."

  …………

"Hold it, stand it all for me! The deputy city lord and the others have already killed to find a way to restart the luck formation. The formation in this city has now partially recovered. At least these **** can't fall from the sky. But they can still enter through the city gate..."

   "Before the Humane Luck Formation is activated, everyone will die here and cannot retreat!"

The defenders of Zhongzhou Fucheng widened their eyes and roared angrily. A group of soldiers had already died here, but because of the pressure in Zhongzhou, they forcibly withstood the pressure here and never collapsed. However, these Zhongzhou soldiers had no experience of fighting against demons at all. The price was heavy, and suddenly there was a loud noise.

  A huge hole was directly opened on the side of the city gate, and a tiger-like monster with a full three feet was killed.

   Without the luck of humanity, the effectiveness of the military formation will be reduced, making it impossible to deal with it.

The guard subconsciously made a judgment, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but when he thought of his own words, his face became grim, and he said angrily: "Damn, people are dead and birds are up to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years. I will fight you!! "The blood was surging, desperate to die on his duty, but suddenly he heard Pokong's voice violently, bursting into a loud voice.

  In an instant, the black long spear came through the air, directly nailing the demon to death!

  The demon screamed several times, and the bleeding stopped, but the tail of the spear was still trembling, which showed its power was heavy.

   "Black spear..."

The guard murmured, and suddenly remembered the group of people he was ordered to stare at, and the criminal army who was scolded by thousands of people back then. He raised his head, turned around, and saw that the road ahead was covered in darkness, and all the demons had been killed. Kill, the people who come here are all wearing old armor, the sound of the armor is chilling, only this heavy armor can fight with demons.

  They wore black armor, heavy armor, battle helmets, and visors.

  The thick waist is the tiger's mouth.

  There are delicate lines on the shoulders of the armor.

  A token is hung on one side of the waist, and a long sword is hung on the other side.

Their expressions were cold and stern, they held their swords, the outermost ones held their shields, and then they formed a formation with their spears. Everything was just as recorded in the history books. They smashed demons, they smashed through the rain, as if re-emerging from the hazy history. Walking out, the history is only seven years past, the guard murmured: "Shenwu Xuanjia Army..."

  The leader drew out his spear and replied indifferently:

   "The former cavalry captain of the Third Army of the Shenwu Xuanjia Army led the crowd to help."

   "Get out of the way, you are not their opponents."

  He calmed down and said: "You have done a good job."

  The army defending the city retreated, and the torrent of black steel took over the battlefield.

  After being abandoned for seven years and bearing the world's infamy for seven years.

  The Xuanjia Army of the Shenwu Dynasty stepped onto the battlefield again.

  Mo Jiaxuan cloak, call the name of the army to rescue, help the good and punish the evil, protect the country and the people.

   Kyushu is brave and fierce, Shenwu Xuanjia.

   "Fix formation!"

   Human affairs are managed by human beings.

  (end of this chapter)