Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

Mo Han swung his sword, and once again beheaded the demon cultivator who jumped in front of him.

The foul-smelling plasma splashed on the hem of his plain white clothes, stacked layer by layer, the blood soaked the soft cloth, and condensed into a thick scab.

However, the overwhelming number of demon cultivators still went on and on, and they couldn't see the end at a glance.

These monsters who need to wear human skin to camouflage are relatively low-level existences in the monster cultivator, and they have always been cannon fodder in foreign wars.

The real monster cultivator always likes to drive these barbaric clansmen to fight forward, while he stays in the rear and watches coldly, waiting for his enemies to be exhausted by the endless monsters before taking action leisurely and waiting.

This is the situation that Mo Han and his group are facing now. The real demon cultivator will not even be able to see each other, but he is about to be dragged down by those monsters with huge numbers and low mana.

Another colorful leopard with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth pounced on him. Almost numbly, he thrust out a sword, and mechanically split the monster in half. , Immediately clutching his chest and retreating again and again.

After killing countless monsters, the spiritual energy in his body was almost exhausted, and because he was in the outer layer of the small illusion mirror, he could not get the nourishment and supplement of the surrounding spiritual energy, and his body would not be able to sustain it at this time. go down.

Mo Han leaned on the blade of the sword with one hand, and reached into the lapel of his clothes with the other hand, took out the pill bottle that stored the spiritual energy pill, and carefully uncorked the bottle.

A faint spiritual energy suddenly emerged from the bottle, he peeked into the bottle, and saw that the spiritual energy pill had already been divided into several pieces and swallowed one by one, and at this time there was only the last small pill left at the bottom of the bottle Medicine, and a little bit of residue.

He looked at the last life-saving straw, showing some hesitation on his face, wondering if he should take this last bit of protection.

"Ah—big brother!"

Suddenly there was a scream from behind.

He raised his head abruptly and looked behind him angrily.

The monsters attacked, even though everyone resisted desperately, Mo Han tried his best to protect each other, but in the end they were outnumbered. The few members of the same sect who were originally few in number were dragged away by those animals in the continuous battle with the monsters Go out and tear it to shreds.

The disciples who are still alive at this time, but there is only one junior brother and one junior sister.

But it was obvious that the two of them were already exhausted, and their bodies had almost reached their limits.

Just now, a swarthy wild boar, relying on its rough skin and thick flesh, seemed to be wearing iron armor, rampaging like entering a no-man's land. With its fangs, it tore through the remaining defense line of the monks. To the Taixu Gate.

The only two remaining young disciples didn't notice for a while, and one of them was immediately bitten by the wrist holding the sword fiercely by the wild boar.

Seeing this scene, Mo Han was startled and angry at the same time. He couldn't care about anything else. He just swallowed the only little spiritual energy pill left in the medicine bottle, even the residue, turned around and rushed behind him with his sword in hand.

The last bit of elixir turned into a wave of spiritual energy, nourishing his dry dantian like spring wind and rain. Mo Han took advantage of this hard-won spiritual power to slash out with his sword, biting the head with just one sword. The wild boar's head fell off.

The little junior brother who was bitten struggled to stand up holding his almost crippled wrist, holding the sword in the other hand, and went into the battle again, his eyes were red from the killing.

But even so, the number of human monks is still decreasing. Even if he swallows his last bit of spiritual energy pill, that thin bit of spiritual power will still be consumed quickly.

In the end, the only remaining disciples of the Taixu Sect, Daneng Temple, and Wanshufang sect gathered together, leaning against each other and facing outward, each with endless despair on their faces.

Mo Han, who had exhausted his spiritual power, still held his sword in front of the only two remaining disciples, and couldn't help but exchanged glances with Zhi Yuan and Yan Qing, each with the same wry smile on their faces.

There were originally a large number of disciples from the two sects, but at this time there were only two or three disciples left from each sect, pitifully leaning together, and the total number of people who were still alive was less than ten.

But there are still tens of thousands of livestock surrounding them.

Among them, a disciple of Wanshufang who was wearing a blue fir Confucian uniform looked like he was about to collapse, his eyes were red, and he trembled with tears in his eyes, "Isn't the master also in the little magic mirror...why no one has come to rescue us now?" ..."

"Hey, look at this poor little girl, now she is counting on others to save her, and I can't bear to see it~~"

A high-pitched voice came, as if someone was deliberately holding their throat to speak, which made people sound uncomfortable.

The wild monsters who were still restless suddenly became quiet when they heard this voice, and then retreated to the side like a tide, making way for one person.

The monks followed the sound and looked up, and saw a monster with scales and a human head and snake body twisting its body and cruising in the middle of the herd.

This snake demon has a man's head, with a soft and slender appearance.

The body from the neck down was covered with layers of fine scales. As the parts of the body became thicker and thicker, the scales gradually fell off at the end of the python body, revealing a section full of tumors and mucus. The blood red flesh, very disgusting.

But for some unknown reason, the tip of the snake demon's tail was missing a piece, as if it had been cut off by someone, and there was a wound on the position of the arms on both sides of his body, as if even his two arms They were also beheaded together.

Mo Han suddenly saw this incomplete snake demon, opened his eyes immediately, and shouted angrily: "It's you?"

Wasn't the monster in front of him the one who wanted to sneak up on them at the foot of Taixu Mountain, but was seriously injured by the elder Qiu Chenzhi instead?

It's just that this person was under the demon lord Xuan Yuan at the time, but how could he be mixed with monsters now?

Is it...

His face suddenly became serious.

Could it be that the Demon Cultivator and the Demon Cultivator joined forces to form an alliance when the major sects didn't know about it?

Seeing Mo Han's worried look, the snake man couldn't help but also gave him a serious look, as if recalling something, he suddenly burst into a smile with his bright red mouth.

He said: "Oh~~ So it was you, I still remember...the disciples of the Taixu Sect, if I didn't see the more handsome Taoist priest at that time, I would have wanted to eat you..."

Now that Qiu Chenzhi was mentioned, the snake man also narrowed his eyes immediately, and the scales all over his body couldn't help shaking. He didn't know if he was still coveting the pure and rich spiritual energy on that man, or he was recalling the moment when his arm was chopped off. pain.

But no matter what the snake man was thinking in his heart, he still quickly cleaned up the expression on his face, and murmured with half regret and half lingering fear: "It's a pity, but the devil asked for that man by name, and he is so fierce." Very soon, the servants really dare not go any further..."

"As for you guys..." He dragged half of the snake body, cruising around the group of people as if taunting, with a pair of cold vertical pupils turning, with a sticky scrutiny in his eyes.

Just when everyone was feeling sick, the snake demon spoke slowly, and the shrill voice rang in everyone's ears: "The elder brother of Taixumen, the elder brother of Daneng Temple, the elder brother of Wanshufang ..."

His greedy eyes swept across the faces of the three of them: "It's good luck for the slave family. The top elite disciples of the young generation of the three factions have all fallen into my hands."

Yin Hong spat out the snake letter, and he said with a sinister smile: "What should I do with you handsome young gentlemen?"

Seeing such an ugly monster for the first time, but insisting on twitching and putting on airs, both Yan Qing and Zhi Yuan couldn't help but look ugly, as if they were disgusted, and looked at the snake man with disgust in their eyes.

The snake man twisted his body, and said with a coquettish smile: "Xiao Langjun looks at what I'm doing like this, so that I can't turn my eyes away, I must be shy."

"However, the young gentlemen have not spoken much, what are you waiting for?"

Shocked by the nausea, Yan Qing immediately turned her head away from looking at him, and Zhi Yuan, who was born in Buddhism, looked even more gloomy, and hurriedly lowered her head and chanted the Buddha's name.

As a result, at the moment when the two were distracted, the snake man's eyes flashed coldly, and he suddenly pounced, the rough and powerful snake tail immediately wrapped around the neck of Monk Zhiyuan, and with a force, he was dragged over directly .

Zhiyuan, who had regained his senses, was shocked, and he held the Vajra Pestle tightly in his hand, and Dang even slammed it hard on the snake's tail, making jingling sounds and flames splashing everywhere.

But the scales on the snake's body were thick, and Zhiyuan, who had exhausted his aura, hit him a few times, almost as if he was tickling him.

Seeing this, Mo Han on the side was startled, frowned, and with the last bit of strength, stabbed the snake man's scaleless tail with his sword.

The sharp sword plunged into the blood-red flesh in an instant, the snake man suffered from pain, the scales on his body expanded and rubbed, the snake's tail twisted violently, and immediately released the entangled monk.

Zhiyuan escaped at the right time, but before Mo Han could draw out his sword, the snake man rolled his tail and rolled him over again.

"Since you take the initiative to seek death, how about eating you first?"

A hint of sullenness flashed across the cold vertical pupils, the snake man looked at Mo Han who was still gnashing his teeth and wanted to grab the hilt of his sword, and laughed angrily, the snake letter spit out again, hissed: "Do you think someone will save you this time?" You?"

"You are still waiting for your seniors to come to rescue you, right? Hehe, they are like mud bodhisattvas crossing the river now, and they cannot protect themselves. Who cares about you?"

He pulled Mo Han's head with the tail of a snake, opened his red mouth, and showed two sharp fangs: "There is no aura in the little illusion mirror, even the head of the Mahayana stage, it is not supplemented by the aura at all." , can only be dragged to death in the end."

"Tell me, who can save you now?"

Mo Han looked at the sharp teeth that were bitten down suddenly, and instinctively closed his eyes.

After a while, the expected biting pain did not come.

His eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes in surprise, and saw the ugly snake man in front of him at a glance, still maintaining a posture with his mouth wide open, even the venom dripping from the fangs at the corners of his mouth was clearly visible.

But the snake man kept this weird expression forever, and never had the chance to bite down his fangs.

A long sword that was as bright as autumn water was falling on the snake man's head, and the thin and sharp blade split his whole body in half.

Qiu Chenzhi floated down from mid-air, his eyes were sombre that he couldn't see any emotion, he just stretched out his hand silently, and pulled out the sword blade from the beheaded monster.

The long sword in his hand was too sharp, not at all stained with the stinky blood of the snake demon, it was still like a clear autumn water, and the shiny sword reflected his expression like frost and snow.

Since he came to the world of comprehension, he has injured many people with this heavy sword, and he has also used this sword to kill many monsters in the illusion.

He slowly moved his gaze to the snake man who fell to the ground.

Even though this snake demon is not human, this is the first time he has killed a self-aware and talking creature, almost the first time he has killed a person since he came to the cultivation world.

Qiu Chenzhi swept his eyes over the living human monks again, especially stopping at the two disciples of the Taixu sect who were lucky enough to be alive, and then slowly looked at Mo Han who was about to die in Shekou.

If he came one step later, these few people he knew and was familiar with, I'm afraid none of them would survive.

He lowered his eyes, gently stroked the thin blade of the sword with his fingers, then turned around expressionlessly, and looked at the ruthless and endless monsters behind him.

really weird!The first time he killed someone, he didn't feel any psychological discomfort, as if he had entered a state in a trance, and all the living beings in front of him were nothing more than a speck of dust to him.

It was as if he really became a god above the nine heavens, looking down on everything, compassionate but ruthless.

"Qu, General Qu—"

Probably because he was shocked by Qiu Chenzhi's divine soldiers descending from the sky just now, the group of monsters froze for a while, forgetting to make any moves.

It wasn't until this moment that a little snake came to its senses. Seeing its beheaded general, it couldn't help screaming shrilly, calling its own general's name, and rushed towards the enemy without thinking about it.

Driven by it, a large number of monsters finally returned to their senses, as if they were revived, howling in grief and indignation, showing their sharp teeth and fangs, rushing towards Qiu Chenzhi like a tide.

Qiu Chenzhi stared blankly at the blackness in front of him, slowly raised his sword, and swung the blade lightly.

The sword light was extremely clear, and the speed was extremely slow. They moved forward slowly, but the herd of beasts were immediately shrouded in the overwhelming sword energy, and were terrified by the sword intent coming from nowhere.

"噗嗤" sounded softly.

I don't know how many monsters, and the demon cultivators mixed in it, all had their heads cut off by this sword, and bursts of blood mist suddenly exploded, and the heads that were still open eyes all rolled away one by one with horrified expressions. landed.

The human monks who were still alive looked at everything in front of them in shock.

They resisted desperately, but still couldn't resist the group of monsters, just like that... so easily...

Monk Zhiyuan, who escaped from death, trembled slightly, and after a while he closed his palms together and said in a low voice: "Amitabha."

Yan Qing also knelt down on the ground exhausted, eyes wide open, staring blankly at Qiu Chenzhi's startled back, and asked in a trembling voice: "This is... the one who opened the entrance to the illusion before... Mrs. Is it the elder of Xumen?"

The rest of the ordinary disciples were so surprised that they couldn't speak, so they could only stare at the black and white figure in front of them with their eyes wide open in amazement, looking over and over again with longing.

Only Mo Han, who managed to tear off the snake tail on his neck, was supporting his body with trembling arms, trying his best to get up from the ground, feeling the soaring sword intent almost intoxicated, looking at Qiu Chenzhi with bright eyes, shouting Said: "Chenzhi..."

At the moment when he blurted out, he felt a sudden strong attack from behind, and immediately slapped him back to the ground.

The bewildered Mo Han got up from the ground again, and patted his aching back blankly, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Just now... Did someone suddenly kick him?

On the other side, one of Qiu Chen slammed his sword against the monsters in front of the plane, and the remaining monsters smelled an unprecedented dangerous atmosphere, but those who still had a sliver of reason fled in all directions, one by one like headless flies. In the dense forest.

He calmly looked at the fleeing monsters, but he didn't go after them. Instead, he looked back at a group of human monks whose aura had dried up, and frowned slightly.

He said softly: "Since you claim to be the master of the illusion, is there a way to let these monks who have exhausted their spiritual power absorb their spiritual energy again?"

The monster cultivators invaded, and I'm afraid that there are not only monks in trouble in the small magic mirror. Only by letting the spiritual power exhausted human cultivators replenish and absorb spiritual energy can they have the power to fight this endless monster.

Also as a human being, Qiu Chenzhi would naturally not be on the side of the demon cultivator.

There was no one else in front of him, but Qiu Chenzhi knew that the invisible man in black clothes still existed, but for some reason he had hidden his figure, and was standing beside him at this moment.

Sure enough, after he asked the question, a deep voice seemed to be smiling, and then said in his ear: "Yes, but you have to agree to one condition first."

Qiu Chenzhi nodded slightly, motioning for him to continue talking.

The voice paused and said slowly, "Call me by my name."

He frowned slightly, and said: "I can't meet this condition... Until now, I don't know what your name is?"

The voice was silent for a long time, and suddenly, it seemed that someone was approaching him, the corners of cold lips were attached to his ears, and the deep voice was accompanied by a bit of cool breath, brushing against his jade-like auricles.

After hearing the words, Qiu Chenzhi pondered for a long time before slowly opening his mouth and saying, "Your name is really cute!"

The voice on the side continued to be silent, as if the owner of the voice was watching him expectantly, quietly waiting for him to say the next thing.

The light-colored lips parted slightly, and Qiu Chenzhi's voice, which had been very indifferent since just now, finally brought a gentle smile that seemed to be absent.

He said, "Xiao Jiu."

……

There was a bang, and the ground suddenly rumbled. The small illusion mirror, which was originally calm, shook instantly, as if every forest leaf and every grain of dust were trembling.

Not far from the entrance of the small illusion mirror, a group of monks who were fighting the invading monsters were all taken aback, and they couldn't help cursing their mothers in their hearts.

Wan Ziru held the Jiangshan pen in his hand, and once again poked a wildly attacking monster through, and couldn't help shouting loudly: "Master Liao Kong, what happened again?"

"Amitabha!" Liao Kong uttered the Buddha's name, and the purple gold bowl in his hand shone with a faint light, instantly enveloping a crowd of monsters, before he replied: "The poor monk doesn't know what caused the vibration just now."

They each led their disciples, who had practiced well in the small illusion mirror, but suddenly received a letter of distress from their own senior disciples, claiming that they had encountered countless demon cultivators in the illusion.

It was the first sign that a large number of demon cultivators had invaded in the little magic mirror. The two masters were also worried about their most outstanding disciples, so they instinctively took the remaining disciples to rescue them.

As a result, on the way, they unexpectedly encountered more demon cultivators attacking them. As a last resort, the two sects also had to cooperate to kill these demon cultivators and monsters together.

But unexpectedly, those monsters killed more and more. The two traced the source, and found that there were still a steady stream of monsters pouring in from the entrance of the small illusion mirror.

If it continues like this, I'm afraid there will not be a human monk in the little illusion mirror who can escape the clutches of these monsters.

In desperation, the two masters had no choice but to reluctantly give up on the eldest disciple who was estimated to be in danger, and led the remaining disciples to block the entrance and kill the monsters that flooded into the illusion one by one .

However, even at the Mahayana stage, the spiritual power has not been replenished, and the spiritual energy in the dantian will soon be exhausted.

Wan Ziru raised his hand and swallowed the last spiritual energy pill, threw out the ink again, condensed into countless swords and killed the monsters, and then let out a faint breath, and said bitterly: "Our spiritual energy is about to be exhausted, but these monsters The beast still looks energetic."

"They have also persisted for such a long time. It stands to reason that the aura in their bodies should have dried up long ago!"

At the side, Master Liao Kong shook the Buddhist beads in his hand, smashed a piece of monster into a meat paste, felt the aura overflowing from the monster's flesh and blood, immediately opened his eyes that had been squinting, and shouted: "That's not right!"

"These monsters have a lot of aura in their bodies, which is almost as abundant as the monsters born and raised in the small illusion mirror. In the cultivation world, the only way to cause this situation is to have swallowed a large amount of aura pills in advance. "

"The spiritual energy in the spiritual energy pill is stored in the body, so these monsters are so energetic, and they are not affected by the Cangbei boundary and the small magic mirror."

Hearing this speculation suddenly, Wan Ziru's eyes couldn't help but widen: "Impossible, the demon cultivator doesn't know how to refine spiritual energy pills."

"Even if it is a human cultivator, it is not easy to refine spiritual energy pills, so it is impossible for a demon cultivator to have so many spiritual energy pills for monsters to swallow, unless..."

Having said that, the two couldn't help but fell silent together.

Unless, there is a traitor in the human race.

There must be a very wealthy force in order to provide Yaoxiu with so many pills.

Coincidentally, there happened to be a very wealthy human force in the place closest to the small magic mirror in Cangbei Mountain...

Just when the two of them were depressed and guessed wildly in their hearts, they suddenly heard an exclamation from their own disciples beside their ears.

"Look, what's that—"

The two hurriedly looked up, and were shocked to find that a huge shadow gradually rose, covering the distant land.

A quaint and huge immortal cave suddenly appeared in the depths of the illusion after the earthquake just subsided, standing in front of everyone.

At the same time, with the appearance of the cave, an extremely strong spiritual energy instantly swept across the entire small magic mirror.

Feeling this extremely rich aura, all the monks couldn't help but feel happy, and couldn't help but take a deep breath immediately.

The dantian was instantly filled with pure spiritual power.