"Qinglong City God is said to be the most powerful of the divine power among the many city gods in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Now it seems that the strength of the civil and military judges around him is comparable to that of the city gods in other cities." The gods possessed by Ma Jingyi looked at the surrounding divine power grids and saw the divine power levels of several gods.

The level of the gods is arranged by the nine levels of heaven, from Qing'an Taihetian to Qingxuan Taijitian, the nine levels of clouds are increasing layer by layer. Although the city god has a high status and controls one side, the level of divine power only requires the third level of heaven to exercise the priesthood.

"Looking at the Great Zhou Dynasty, many city gods will reach the third level of divine power, and there are several gods with the third level of divine power in Qinglong City?" The evil god exclaimed, and his hands were accumulating strength. A silver needle gathered his own divine power and shot it at the network of divine power.

"It's a pity that the lower god is the lower god after all. The gap in realm and the quality of divine power are enough to break all your imagination!" The silver needle shot out, and the divine power from the high-level god instantly broke through the divine power net.

Immediately afterwards, the silver needle turned into light rain and shot towards the gods outside.

"Get back!" Judge Wen shouted quickly and quickly outlined the words around him with a pen.

"Yu"

"Protection"

"Shou"

"town"

"Certainly"

The spring and autumn swords and pens have a vertical and horizontal meaning. A magic seal stands on the chest, with earth walls erected to offset the light rain, a golden light protects the body to protect itself, a white mist melts the silver needle, and a rain of cursing and killing the needle.

Judge Wen looked at his companion, and Wu pointed at the ground with his sword, and the demon-subduing golden ring guarded everyone around him. Bai Fu turned into a light cloud and drilled into the ground. However, the soldiers of the palace were penetrated by the light rain and turned into pus and blood without any resistance. The souls flew back to the city god's mansion and reshaped their bodies in the spirit pool.

"Fortunately, our palace soldiers are all puppet Taoist soldiers, and they can be rebuilt at will." Wen Punishment thought to himself, staring at the womb of divine power. The evil god possessed by Ma Jingyi calmly walked out of the divine power net.

The two looked at each other, and Wen Jue's heart trembled and he said nothing. The evil god stared at Wen Jue, as if he was applauding and sighing, his eyes were filled with covetous expressions.

The realm of literary and Taoism does not take martial arts first, but a realm of sublimation with one's own literary spirit.

The two of them just looked at each other and saw the essence of each other's literary heart.

The green and yellow energy above Wen Punishment turned into a volume of "Spring and Autumn", and a sword and pen next to it was flying red. This is the "Spring and Autumn sword and pen" of Wen Xin's state. The pen suppresses ghosts and gods, and Wen carries the spring and autumn.

The evil god observed Wen Jing's heart and sighed softly: "What a delicate and clear spring and autumn literary meaning. I believe that I can add another noble man to my mountain and river painting."

Wen Jue only had one literary heart, which was his spiritual root and the foundation of his soul. But in his eyes, there was a beautiful scroll of beautiful mountains and rivers opposite him. Among the mountains and rivers, there were countless literati who danced, wrote poems, painted landscapes, country, country, and countless people. Each literati evolved into a literary way, and the fragrance of books condensed a literary heart.

On a rough note, this evil demon of literature has at least 800 literary hearts, including many artistic conceptions that seem to be in the realm of literature judgment.

Judge Wen looked ugly: "The power of our literary god lies in the literary heart transformed by Wenyun's talent. Only by sublimating the literary heart can the realm be improved step by step. But how does the evil god Wen Xin look like..." Feeling the threat of a natural enemy in the dark, he subconsciously picked up his pen to report to Ke Zhuangyuan, the Chinese Chinese Qu Shen in the city.

One god and one heart, the mountains and rivers condensed by countless literary hearts can only form this picture-like country of eight hundred literati!

And this evil method that devours other people's cultural hearts is hated by all literary gods.

"I believe you can see it too. The way of cultivation of this god is to devour the literary hearts of you, the literary gods, and use your power to strengthen my beautiful literary spirit. You are also from the literary god. Do you want to follow me to understand the realm of the saints above the literary Tao?" As he said that, the mountain and river map spanned the sky and suppressed the literary judgment.

The country is like brocade, the country is like a painting, and the vast long river calligraphy and painting runs through history. The artistic conception condensed by the spring and autumn texts was immediately suppressed by the vast mountain and river texts.

"The Dragon Emperor's Imperial Order!" Bai Fu crawled out of the ground, spewed out a golden light and disappeared again.

The golden light shot out, shaped like a dragon, and the dragon swung its tail to break the map of mountains and rivers.

At this time, Wen Punishment came to his senses. Bai Fu's shout came from his ears: "Don't be deceived by him, can a mere divine thought suppress you?"

Wen Punishment was stunned and suddenly realized. Yes, no matter how he said that, he would have come to his original body. Even if the other party's realm is higher than his, a wisp of divine thought wanted to swallow him?

Stop kidding!

After a moment of thought, I calmed down. The spring and autumn texts were filled with blue and yellow colors, and there was also red surging. The sword and pen flew out the dragon and the phoenix danced out a poem about killing formation.

In an instant, the murderous intent of heaven and earth was scattered, the red snake and golden dragon danced, and thousands of troops emerged out of thin air to the evil god's mountain and river map. The mountain and river map, which was broken into two halves, was swept away by murderous aura and disappeared.

The evil god saw that he could not be intimidated, so he didn't care. He just smiled and looked at Bai Fu who was hiding below: "You little devil is not in the divine way, but your knowledge is really extraordinary. As for the golden dragon magic weapon in your hand, it should be the treasure of the dragon energy that is given by the imperial emperor? Which emperor of your Great Zhou?" His hands kept attracting power from their bodies. When they scared Wen Jue, they had completed the ceremony of inviting gods.

All the injuries on Ma Jingyi's body healed, and the sky appeared behind him, with green mountains and clear waters and mountains and rivers listed. Then another sky appeared, and the people and all living beings worshipped. The third sky was filled with stars, the blue clouds and the rising sun, and the fourth sky was full of divine palaces.

The judge of civil and military breathed in a breath: "It's actually a god!"

There are roughly two types of practice in the Divine Way. One is the Lord of God, and there are many gods under it, who can gather the power of the gods on oneself to establish the nine-level world.

This nine-level world is the essence of the practice of the Divine Way. One level is better than the other level, and the nine-level heavens are all coming out, which means a supreme god. This is also the most serious path to practice of the Divine Way.

On the other hand, the civil and military judges have the foundation of their divine realm in the City God Mansion. The City God himself practices the ninth level of heaven, but they are only gods who depend on the City God. Although they also divide the realm according to the ninth level of heaven, their divine power is far inferior to those gods who control the world of heaven.

In other words, the practice of the Nine-level Heavenly Realm is to worship one person with the power of ten thousand people, and in the end that person can obtain all the power of the God to reach the realm of the Nine-level Heavenly Emperor.

Originally, Bai Fu and others predicted that even if this was an evil god, the first confrontation should start with the gods. Shouldn’t this kind of god master appear in the end?

Who would have thought that the first time I caught someone, I would catch a god master directly?

"From the top level of this god's god's palace, there are eight temples around the central god's palace, and there are at least eight gods of this god's god." Bai Fu murmured: "It's just a believer, please ask God to invite the god's god?"

It's just a big hit!

So many gods didn't encounter them, and they immediately found the Lord of God.

The faces of several gods changed slightly, and the generals of the ghosts, the generals of the patrol mountain patrol and others quickly led their subordinates to descend. Facing a god master, even if it was just a divine thought, it should not be underestimated.

Just as the two were in a stalemate, a clear stream suddenly rolled up under the dense forest. The vitality restored the dense forest to its original state. The spring breeze sprouted heavily from the spring breeze, and green branches and leaves were drawn out, thriving.

"The jade dew buds are sprouted by the toon, and the peach blossoms are burning, and the breeze blows through the willows." The spring breeze blows, and the flowers and leaves are moving. Xun Yi's voice sounds again, hoarse and low. Accompanied by the weak voice of the boy, the spring breeze symbolizing vitality swept through the dense forest.

"It's useless. A mere mortal man also wants to break my heaven--" Before he finished speaking, a mysterious yellow arrow shot into the fourth level of heaven in the distance, forcibly interrupting the evil god's relay across the air.

"Who is it!" The evil god looked at Qinglongcheng and was frightened and angry. The slow spring breeze below lifted from the dense forest. The Maolin spring sword formed by the gathering of three sword intents was like chains entangled in the air.

"The power of the Spring God?" The evil god couldn't believe it. Where did a mere mortal get such divine power? And he could feel that the divine power contained in this sword was even stronger than him!

"Fifth level of heaven? No, the sixth level of heaven, where did a mere mortal come from such a high-quality god I!" Looking at Xun Yi's heart, the source of divine power is Xun Yi's heart!

More importantly, the life span he had just drawn by Ma Jingyi was actually refilled and restored. In other words, this sword was not a killing person at all, but to save Ma Jingyi.

Save the enemy? The evil god couldn't help looking at Xun Yi, and was shocked again when he saw it.

Xun Yi's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, his eyes were light golden, and a hidden appearance appeared behind him.

"Xuanyuan Zhanxiu! Damn, he is a descendant of Xuanyuan!" The evil god took his divine thoughts and gave up the body of Ma Jingyi. But layers of spring breeze swept across the world, and the divine thoughts were wrapped in the spring breeze before they could leave, and turned into white crystal beads and fell to the ground.

Plop—
Chapter completed!