Dafeng Night Watchman-Chapter 725 The Sun Rises in the West

After the indifferent and ruthless eyes appeared, the clear air then outlined the figure. Suddenly, a strong wind swept over, and the robe fluttered. The image of a Confucian scholar with fluttering sleeves appeared in front of Xu Pingfeng and others.

The heroic spirit of the Confucian saint returned to the world, and the terrible pressure came over like a landslide, a tsunami, and the collapse of the sky.

Because the distance was too close, the three people and the beast were facing the gaze of the Confucian saint directly.

The limbs of the White Emperor trembled uncontrollably. It seemed that it had completely degenerated into a beast, crawling with a hunched back, baring its teeth, and roaring in its throat like a protest.

Xu Pingfeng and Hei Lian retreated again and again. They, who were in the second-grade realm, did not dare to show off at this moment.

The Bodhisattva of the Garo Tree relied on the arrogance of the Vajra Dharma Image and the defense of the Acala Dharma Image. As the most resistant existence in the first-grade realm, he resisted the impact of the waves like a reef.

The heroic spirit of the Confucian saint took shape, and a cut appeared between the eyebrows of the supervisor, and blood flowed.

The body began to slide into the abyss of collapse, which was the price that had to be paid.

He took a step forward, and the carving knife in his hand was extended, and the first one to stab was the Bodhisattva of the Kalo Tree.

The heroic spirit of the Confucian saint behind him made synchronous movements, as if it was the most solid support for the supervisor. .

The Bodhisattva of the Kalo Tree stood still, his cassock was fluttering, his muscles were swollen, and the thick blue veins under his skin were prominent.

Although he did not move, the Vajra Dharma behind him stepped forward and blocked the Bodhisattva of the Kalo Tree.

The carving knife stabbed slowly, as if he was not afraid of the enemy escaping.

The twelve pairs of arms of the Vajra Dharma closed forward, and the twenty-four palms made a palm-to-palm movement, clamping the supervisor and the carving knife in the palm.

The Acala Vidyaraja Dharmakaya sat cross-legged with a seal, and formed a circular air shield behind the Vajra Dharmakaya, covering the Bodhisattva Kalasin.

Suddenly, the twelve pairs of arms of the Vajra Dharmakaya began to tremble, as if they could not withstand the advance of the carving knife.

"Boom!"

The fire ring behind the Vajra Dharmakaya's head expanded, and a dazzling flame rose.

The trembling twelve pairs of arms stabilized again.

But in the next moment, first the twenty-four giant palms cracked, followed by the arms and body... The Vajra Dharmakaya, which was famous for its defense and combat power, collapsed inch by inch.

The energy overflowed from the collapse of the Dharmakaya raged in all directions, dispersing the sea of ​​clouds below and revealing the vast land.

The supervisor held the carving knife and stabbed the bulging shield of the Acala Vidyaraja Dharmakaya slowly.

Buzz!

The intersection of the light golden air shield and the carving knife splashed out distorted and chaotic energy.

A beam of white light approached the Supervisor silently and attacked from behind.

In the blue vertical pupils of the White Emperor, only the madness of a beast remained, without any spirituality.

It suppressed its spirituality, highlighting the madness rooted in the blood of gods and demons, in order to offset the pressure of the Confucian saint.

The crazy descendants of gods and demons will not be afraid.

In addition, although the spirituality is suppressed and spells can no longer be used, this does not weaken its combat power. The physique of the descendants of gods and demons is stronger than that of warriors, and their close combat ability is extremely terrifying.

The Supervisor raised his left hand, "snapped" the Confucian cap, and slowly said:

"Retreat five hundred miles."

The White Emperor, with his fangs open and pouncing, disappeared suddenly at the moment when he was about to touch the Supervisor, as if he had never existed.

This is certainly not because the Supervisor has learned the Confucian saying that what he says is what he says, but because he is using the power of the Confucian cap to perform Confucian magic.

However, without the control of a high-quality cultivator of the same system, the power of the Confucian crown is limited, and the Baidi is of extremely high grade, so the Supervisor cannot use the power of the Confucian crown to attack it directly.

Because it is destined to not threaten the Baidi.

But the characteristic of Confucianism is not attacking, but "fancy".

After temporarily kicking the Baidi out of the battlefield, the Supervisor took another super-powerful step with a carving knife.

The air shield supported by the Acala Vidyaraja Dharma Image deflated exaggeratedly.

This is not because Acala Vidyaraja is not strong enough, on the contrary, it can persist until now with the blessing of the heroic spirit of the Confucian Saint. The Gala Tree Bodhisattva is known as the strongest defense under the super grade, and it deserves the name.

Xu Pingfeng in the distance opened the brocade bag and grabbed a huge cannon, nine feet high, with a barrel ten feet long, cast from black iron, and engraved with dense array patterns on the surface.

As a second-grade warrior, he could not face the pressure of the Confucian sage at close range. Fortunately, the warlock's favorite thing was long-range attack.

One after another, the array patterns lit up, and the array engraved on them began to absorb the spiritual power around them. The black muzzle condensed a fist-sized, white light ball that continued to collapse inward.

Using the array to pry the power of heaven and earth is the most adept skill of the warlock.

"Boom!"

When the collapse reaches the extreme, it will explode, and the muzzle will eject a white light column.

Seeing that the light column was about to hit the supervisor, a clear light-filled array suddenly blocked the trajectory.

The artillery fire that could severely injure a third-grade warrior hit the array, like a drop in the ocean, and disappeared without a trace.

The next second, a white light column shot out from the void behind Xu Pingfeng and engulfed him.

The supervisor used the teleportation array to return the artillery fire to him.

Buzz!

The void beside the supervisor trembled, and another beam of light shot out, trying to cover his face.

Xu Pingfeng was not swallowed by the beam of light attacking from behind. He copied the supervisor's method and used his own method to treat the supervisor.

In this way, the white light kept appearing and disappearing between the master and the disciple.

Until the supervisor transmitted it to the Black Lotus Taoist priest in the distance, Black Lotus, who had no sense of crisis as a warrior, was caught off guard and could only show the immortal Yang God of Taoism to tear the bombardment apart.

At this time, the Acala Dharmakaya finally couldn't hold on, and the Confucian Sage's carving knife pierced the air shield. In the energy storm where the Acala Dharmakaya was disintegrating, the carving knife touched the forehead of the Gala Tree Bodhisattva.

A flash of green light.

Puff! The head of the Gala Tree Bodhisattva exploded, and bones, blood and flesh splattered.

His eight-foot-tall body instantly relaxed, and he fell backwards powerlessly toward the vast earth.

At the same time, blood mist burst out of the Jianzheng's chest, and the power of the Confucian sage was destroying his body.

The Jianzheng did not care about the state of his body, nor did he attack Xu Pingfeng and Hei Lian, but turned around and stabbed the carving knife.

A white shadow passed by him.

The white shadow turned into Baidi, rolling awkwardly, like a wild dog kicked away, and blood was spilled in the process.

Xu Pingfeng raised his hand and lifted Baidi up, and the circular formation lifted him up to relieve the impact.

"Woo, woo woo..."

The blue fierce eyes of Baidi were filled with madness, and a deep wound was cut on its abdomen, almost disemboweled, with large intestines hanging down.

But it was biting a heart in its mouth, the heart of the Jianzheng.

Baidi tilted his head slightly, swallowed the heart without chewing it, and after a few seconds, the madness in his fierce eyes receded, his spirituality grew, and he regained his sanity.

Baidi was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect that he would regain his sanity in advance.

After a little hesitation, he understood something, and looked at the supervisor with greed.

Supervisor slowly lowered his head and looked at the big hole in his chest, where the heart was missing.

Take his life while he is sick... Black Lotus's eyes shot out fierce light, and the Yang God immediately split into four parts, and the four Yang Gods looked different.

One was as black as ink, with hair like dancing water grass, and the body was surrounded by a light mist of water spirit power; one was red all over, with a flame mark engraved on the forehead, and the hair was a blazing flame.

One seemed to be composed of airflow, not very stable, and the body was sometimes tilted and sometimes stretched, and it could turn into a gust of wind at any time.

A body covered in stone armor, with a sturdy physique, rippling circles of earth-yellow ripples.

The four Dharma images of Taoism "Earth, Wind, Water and Fire".

The second-grade thriving period cultivates these four Dharma images. After reaching the second-grade great perfection, the four Dharma images merge into one, and then face the heavenly tribulation.

After surviving the heavenly tribulation, the Dharma image and the flesh body perfectly match, and then one can achieve the status of a land immortal.

Black Lotus should have been the second-grade great perfection, but the golden lotus left his body, leaving him with a "defective body". Not only is there no hope for thriving, but even his combat power has dropped by a level.

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The four Dharma images have no intelligence and are completely controlled by Black Lotus. They can be regarded as puppets and are not afraid of the pressure of the Confucian saints.

A porcelain bottle flew out of the storage bag hanging on the waist of the supervisor, and the cork popped open, and a yellow pill flew into his mouth.

In an instant, the flesh and blood on his chest squirmed, and his heart regenerated.

Although warlocks do not have the self-healing ability of warriors, they can carry elixirs that can bring the dead back to life.

Waiting for the opportunity... Black Lotus silently recalled the Dharma image and chose to wait and see.

"You are indeed the gatekeeper!"

The White Emperor laughed. The wound on its abdomen could not heal. The power of the carving knife eroded its vitality.

On the other hand, after taking the elixir, the Supervisor was like a dying person who took a breath and returned to the peak for a short time.

"Don't move!"

The Supervisor raised his hand and flicked the Confucian cap.

This time, the shadow of the Confucian sage also made the same move.

The White Emperor's body sank and froze in place.

The Supervisor took a step forward and stabbed the Confucian sage carving knife in a simple and unpretentious manner, just like he did with the Jialuo tree just now.

Zizizizi, the horns on the top of the White Emperor's head, one was jumping with arcs, and the other was condensing with a black light ball.

Lightning and water spirits converged between the horns, condensing into an energy ball with a dark core and electric light on the outside.

The moment the Confucian Sage's carving knife stabbed at him, Baidi tried his best to regain some control of his body, raised his head, and let the carving knife with his horns.

Blazing light burst out, and thick electric snakes danced like whips.

The power of the water spirit rushed in all directions like a bursting dam.

The Confucian Sage's carving knife advanced layer by layer, breaking through the impact of the two energy storms and piercing Baidi's head.

"Roar..."

It let out a shrill roar.

Even if it was a descendant of gods and demons, it could not resist the heroic spirit of the Confucian Sage.

Just as Baidi was about to follow in the footsteps of Jialuoshu, a scorching sun suddenly rose in the west.