Within the [Qiongguang Zhaoying Light Splitting Sword Formation].
Zhao Buyan's true form shifted and leaped freely among the lurking ghosts. On the pale white Law Sword in his hand, the hair of lovesick men and women uttered mournful words that disturbed the mind, piercing Chen Shuangbai's heart again and again with each strike.
He knew he had fallen under Chen Shuangbai's illusion, but he couldn't detect any signs of the illusion, nor could he find the flaws or key points of the formation found in traditional illusions.
In just a few breaths, " Chen Shuangbai " had been pierced through the heart dozens of times.
But for every Chen Shuangbai falls, more Chen Shuangbai are born.
They hovered high above the swaying tassels, the white snow and delicate golden flowers flying around them transforming into streaks of golden-white Sword Essence, like endless drizzle, falling one after another, gathering into an ocean of Sword Essence energy, crashing back and forth in this sea of white sand.
Jingxu could barely maintain the [ Lotus Bound Fragrance Wondrous Affinity Law Formation ].
He opened his mouth and suddenly spat out a beam of Glazed Glass light, shimmering with golden dust, which swallowed up the Sword Essence that attacked him. But he only felt an emptiness, as if he had fallen into nothingness.
"Fake?"
The tall, crowned monk behind him was slightly taken aback. He then reached out of the magic array and pulled a golden-white Sword Essence from the white sand. But the moment he touched it, he cried out. When he came to his senses, half of his hand was severed at the root. The wound was as smooth as a mirror, and streaks of Great Yin Illusory Radiance wrapped in frost spread upwards. A chill emanated from his mouth, and he felt as if he were about to be frozen.
Jingxu hurriedly activated the limited power of his Pure Land to rescue his fellow disciple Gao Guan Shixiu. He stared blankly at the endless Sword Essence falling from the sky, feeling a sense of despair.
The interplay of reality and illusion, reality and illusion, weaving between falsehood and truth.
"Like a flower in a mirror, or the moon's reflection in water, they appear to exist, yet are illusory; they seem to be a continuation, yet are real... The boundary between these two lies entirely in the caster's single thought."
Chen Shuangbai's true form moved back and forth within this sword formation, her Divine Sense spreading to every corner of the formation.
Rather than calling it a sword formation, it's more accurate to describe it as an illusory realm existing between reality and illusion.
Just now, Jingxu felt that he had struck empty air, but when Shixiu reached out from behind, half of his hand was cut off and could never be healed. This was because the difference between reality and illusion was exchanged in the blink of an eye.
One after another, piece after piece, on the white sand, endless Frost Osmanthus Sword Essence floated, converging into a sea of Sword Essence, like thousands of birds, flashing with golden and white light, shuttling back and forth.
The Glazed Glass light emanating from Jingxu and the two Buddhist monks behind him gradually dimmed, and the ancient bell above their heads also gradually dimmed, with cracks appearing on it, indicating that its spiritual power had been greatly damaged. The chanting that had been gradually rising also became much lower.
But this wasn't enough to make Jingxu feel distressed. What terrified him most was that the power of the [ Lesser Lotus Pure Land ] he had borrowed couldn't be sensed here.
This means that he can no longer draw power from the Pure Land and can only rely on his own Law Power to struggle on.
Because he couldn't feel it, his resistance began to decrease significantly.
"Senior brother, we..."
The tall, crowned monk behind him trembled, and a look of horror gradually appeared in his eyes.
Another Buddhist practitioner also felt a sense of despair.
Jingxu gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
He suddenly turned around, grabbed his two fellow disciples from the same temple, opened his hands, and his palms shone with colorful light, the light of Glazed Glass and gold powder shimmering, making the two monks dizzy and lose consciousness, letting his palms cover their heads.
Only the tall, crowned monk, in the instant that Jingxu's palm touched his crown, suddenly cleared his mind for a moment, his eyes revealing horror and anger, and roared, " Jingxu, how dare you?"
"It's all part of the temple's plan!"
The tenderness in Jingxu's eyes vanished, and his heart hardened. The seven orifices of his two fellow disciples from the same temple emitted Glazed Glass light, and large amounts of gold powder fell off their faces. Their originally plump and radiant bodies quickly became shriveled. Two colorful beads were pulled out from them and swallowed by Jingxu in one gulp.
The Glazed Glass light emanating from its body gradually intensified, and the ancient bell above its head, having received this power, began to heal its cracks at a visible speed. The bell's sound also became louder once more, with layers of golden sound waves spreading out, temporarily forcing back the surrounding Sword Essence.
Jingxu didn't even glance at the two withered corpses, letting them turn to dust and dissipate into the white sand.
He slammed his fist on his chest, tearing it open and scooping out a living heart. A fragrance of lotus blossoms wafted out; it was a Glazed Glass heart, with a golden cicada on it.
A sinister look appeared on Jingxu's face. He grabbed the golden cicada, and its noisy, ear-piercing chirping resounded through the sky. The noisy sound waves melted a lot of the white sand, and a lot of the Sword Essence sea evaporated out of thin air.
His voice was hoarse and deep. " Far-Reaching Luminous Sword Immortal... you've forced this humble monk to this point, so don't blame this humble monk for being ruthless!"
Having said that, he suddenly prepared to use the golden cicada to escape.
But the next moment.
Ding-dong!
The familiar voice rang in my ears again, like a drop of water falling on a calm, still lake, making a crisp sound.
Jingxu blinked and came back to her senses.
His physical body was unharmed, and the golden cicada was not dug out. Behind him, his two fellow disciples from the same temple, the high-robed monk and the golden-faced monk, jointly summoned their Law Treasure, releasing continuous Glazed Glass light to barely support the precarious [ Lotus Bound Fragrance Wondrous Affinity Law Formation ] and resist the endless Frost Osmanthus Sword Essence that flew like birds.
The blood-red soul banner, as tall as a mountain, was already teetering on the brink of collapse. Countless Far-Reaching Luminous Sword Immortal fell into the swaying tassels, allowing Zhao Buyan, transformed into a ghost, to shuttle back and forth, slaying one after another.
Jingxu felt a pang of confusion and momentarily forgot to exert his strength, causing a corner of the already precarious [ Lotus Bound Fragrance Wondrous Affinity Law Formation ] to collapse, prompting the tall-robed Buddhist monk to cry out in alarm.
"Senior Brother Jingxu!"
Jingxu turned around abruptly, and the ancient bell above his head emitted Glazed Glass light once more. He turned back and stared intently at his two junior brothers, his eyes filled with bewilderment, but also with even greater horror.
Illusion?
Gao Guan Shixiu was somewhat confused and shouted, "Is it an illusion?! We're still trapped in his illusion! Senior brother, cheer up! If necessary, use the power of the Pure Land to escape this place!"
So real! Not a trace of falsehood...
Jingxu felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He had clearly made his choice, clearly absorbed the cultivation of his two junior brothers, clearly extracted the Glazed Glass heart, and crushed the golden cicada—
But why?
Why has everything come full circle?
"Illusion... or just illusion..."
He muttered to himself, raising his hands and looking at his pale, Glazed Glass hands, which were free of any bloodstains.
He... couldn't tell.
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