"The road is flat at the 46th juncture, so there is no need to be shocked when pedestrians arrive here. From the teaching calf, they will make the sheep carts rush and rush. Cross the sea and pass by the river, and go up to the sky and the earth and fall. After success, they will go straight to the Hall of Longevity, and their sleeves will be filled with magic beads all night."

The setting sun was like blood, and the city was full of fire, and the city was bright. The Asura soldiers and the people all over the city suddenly started to smoke and fire, searching for ways to run. The people called their wives and children, cried and roamed; the soldiers were in a panic and fled their lives. Some people were scared to death and ran out of the house, ran into the house, and ran out, running around in the battle at a loss. People shouted and the horses were neighing. This was a sad battle, and everyone was rolled in. The immortals who practiced benevolence and abstained from killing on weekdays became the devil of hell. The whistling magic bullet fireball dragged the long light to cut through the darkness.

Xu Lingling was completely immersed in the music of massacre. He did not know how to think in advance, estimate or measure the power of himself and others. He felt crazy happiness and intoxication in the war. When his head became hot, everything rose and fluttered in front of his eyes, his head rolled, and his broken limbs and arms were broken.

Fengchun stood on a small hill beside the Heishui River, and other immortals were hiding. Looking at everything in front of him, even though there were many scenes of war in the memories of his previous life, it was the first time that the massacre among monks had been seen. It was not about enjoying fireworks, not about the prosperity of modern urban neon lights, nor about the men and women who were spinning ball lights in the dance hall, and the bored and twisted and unrestrained under the brilliance of the static magic lamp. Every lightning here and every ray of light are the last brilliance of life.

Sitting high on the platform, preaching morality and kindness, the rise and fall of all things, the great way of Yin and Yang, and the changes of the five elements. At that time, facing the disciples with kind faces, the nobles with immortality, shouted and roared. Fengchun could not understand everything in front of him? The pure and desireless immortals became robbers who burned, killed, and plundered. Do races have to live and die? Seeing the tragic situation of the immortals' city, Fengchun was angry. Seeing the Asura clan was like being massacred by the Melon and Vegetable Chopstick without any power to fight back, Fengchun felt sad again. War in heaven could not be avoided? It should have known long ago that even the pure land in the world would not be the heavenly realm. If there were no war in the heavenly realm?

Fengchun was confused for a moment. Before coming, she wanted to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions. After coming, she felt that what was the point of doing this? Immortals were also contradictory. The fairy world was also a world of material desires. For a moment, Fengchun yearned for "Xiaoyaoyou": "The supreme person has no self, the gods and the man has no merit, and the saint has no name". The realm may only be that the most saint immortals who transcend the four meditations and the formless realm will have the so-called selflessness, no merit, no name! Perhaps this path is still relatively to the current self.

It's too far, but I may not be able to reach it? The mountains block me, I split the mountains, the sea separates me, I fill the sea. The "Avatamsaka Sutra" describes the heart of a monk. One person must have the courage to face thousands of troops without retreating. You should know that when life and death come, you will not pick up weapons to kill the thief, and you will be spared if you hide in the house? Walking on the road to practicing Taoism is like crossing a single-plank bridge, with beasts chasing behind it, and there are thousands of fire pits on both sides. The only way is to move forward bravely. If you retreat slightly, you will be doomed.

For a moment, under the baptism of blood and fire, Fengchun strengthened the heart of Tao. He felt ashamed of the previous practice of only protecting his life. As he was thinking, a group of Asuras flew towards Fengchun's mountain bag. No one dared to fly in the sky, and that would only become a living target. He formed a group of people in groups, either escaping for his own life or riding a spirit beast, and was as dark as an ants moving. In short, there were many people coming.

Less than 4,000 immortals in the Plague Tribe were scattered in the Heishui River Basin. Fengchun was located in Shanbao, with only three teams and a team of about 300 people. Although most of them were ugly two-armed Shura, if you look closely, you will not find that there were some four-armed Shuras hiding their arms and mixed in the team. The highest immortals were the peak of the scattered immortals. Seeing the Asura mad cow rushing towards him like a trapped beast, with bloody mouths and bared fangs, most of them felt guilty, and even trembled with two wars.

"The soldiers under the army obeyed the orders and formed their own formations to defend the enemy. Block Asuras and could not let them break through the defense line. The other two pairs of fellow Taoists should quickly release the plague poison and form the Ten Insect Seven Flowers Immortal Formation." Fengchun saw that the immortals were frightened, so he quickly issued orders, and even interfered with the affairs, and ordered two other pairs of orders. The immortals of the Plague tribe were first shocked by the tragic slaughter of the city, and now they were captured by the momentum of Shura no longer had their own opinions. The Ten Insect Seven Flowers Immortal Formation was the gifted magical power of the plague tribe gods. He heard someone's orders that the immortals had never seen Fengchun's appearance, but he also felt that this strange immortal had a terrifying aura, and involuntarily Zhao Fengchun ordered to do it. The Ten Insect Seven Flowers Immortal Formation was not very effective, and at most it caused people to have hallucinations and were lost in the black fog for a while. However, those with deep cultivation would soon wake up. Fengchun's move was just to be able to stop the previous one.

Black smoke filled the riverside, rolling in and covering the river. There were nine four-wall Shura in this team, and they all sensed that the mountain was not large and there were no masters to rush towards this side with a pair of people.

As soon as Fengchun opened his eyes, he could see clearly the four walls of Shura hidden inside. Under the heavenly eyes, the Asuras were surrounded by black energy. It turned out that they were evil gods with only heavenly blessings but no heavenly virtues. They were all plagued by injustice, and even if they did not have military orders, they would not lose their merits.

The nine four-armed Shura each rushed into the black fog with seventy or eighty people. The immortals each released a spell, but they were blocked by Asura, and no one was injured or killed. All the immortals could see the situation in the fog clearly, and their hearts were chilling for a moment, but when they were confused about the formation, wouldn’t they be more passive when they reacted? Fengchun’s flag was ordered to form a formation and guard it. After a shock, the other two pairs of flag captains also realized their status, and led their subordinates to rush into the fog to fight.

Two hundred people stood in the convenience of the black fog and blocked a pair of Shura to fight. The flying sword treasures flew randomly. Asuras lost in the fog and each started to fight for casualties. However, the Asuras, who were seventy or eighty people, woke up before half of them were killed. There were seven or eight hundred Asuras in the river. After they reacted, the 200 plague immortals who had not strong combat power but only had the cultivation of scattered immortals were killed in an instant. Especially the nine four-armed Shuras, each with four hands, had a magic weapon, with forks, arrows, halberds and spears. They could control both long, short, and near weapons. For a moment, the scene in the fortress city reappeared here, but the object became an immortal.

Fengchun looked at the gods who were about to be massacred and sighed in his heart. They had formed a formation to defend and wait for reinforcements, but the second flag leader might be dissatisfied with Fengchun's orders and rushed out to kill the enemy. It would be impossible not to take action at this time. Several pairs of Asuras rushed to the formation set up by the Fengchun flag. This formation may not be able to kill the enemy, but the defense was good. Even two of the four-armed Asuras attacked several times but failed to shake the formation base.

Fengchun breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he was his own soldiers. Fengchun had the obligation to lead them to achieve success and do his best to protect their safety.

Fengchun turned into a Chilong, and opened its mouth and sprayed a stream of mysterious water. In an instant, the stormy waves on the Black Water River rushed towards the Asuras like a tsunami. When Fengchun changed into a Chilong, the immortals under their posts realized that Fengchun was the storm of the small ethereal fairy world in recent days. The Lord of the Green Chi Star was just not visiting because the war was approaching. The immortals who already thought Fengchun had a mysterious power to control water were so outstanding that they rushed back a few miles with just a wave. Those who had weak cultivation were even washed to the riverside.
Chapter completed!