The top of the heavenly realm, the Black Stone Sutra Tower.

There was no one on the altar, only a roll of black jade slips woven in silver silk, above the small and empty table.

There seemed to be ripples flashing between the void. In a flash, a high-tube boot stretched out from the ripples.

The true form of Li Xiang in the yellow-guarded Taoist robe stepped down in one step, standing in front of the black jade slip book.

With this step, Li Xiang Zhenzhen's head tilted backwards, a wisp of purple smoke rose from the top door, and a pair of carp dragging the cloud cart could be vaguely seen.

The phantom flashed in the purple smoke, then hit the jade slip head-on and disappeared without a trace.

As Zi Yan left her body, Li Xiang Zhen no longer had the intention of being smarter before. She only stretched out her hand and touched the cool, smooth and warm black jade album.

In an instant, a ray of light flew out of the ink jade slip and stepped straight into Li Xiang's true chest.

After obtaining this brilliance, Li Xiang's true form was silent, and his body turned again and disappeared without a shadow.

If someone with a discerning eye peeks at the side, you can see clearly that the brilliance is a brilliant talisman. Speaking of which, whether it is the Eight Trigrams Divine Official or the Twelve Doctors, the Xiayuan Taiyi Lord, which is transformed from the true form of the talisman, is the regular way of controlling one talisman, one talisman, and one talisman to follow. Unless you have reached the level of the previous Xiayuan Taiyi Lord, divide the divine thoughts and control the five cities, the Eight Trigrams Divine Official, and the Twelve Doctors into a whole, you can recite and move the commands, just like using your fingers.

Li Xiang Zhenying obtained this talisman order, then changed his body and left the Black Stone Sutra.

But this time, a pair of eyes were staring at it, unwavering.

It was Wei Ye.

When Wei Ye stabbed the talisman used to command the Eight Trigrams to the chest of Li Xiang Zhenying, Li Xiang Zhenying's perspective was shared with Wei Ye.

Without Wei Ye being in charge of the presidency, Li Xiang Zhen's vision was nowhere to be said. It was just like a mirror that blessed magic techniques such as the round light technique, reflecting everything in front of him. The blue sky, white clouds, clear water, and bluestone, these colors are meaningless to a talisman. In Li Xiang Zhen's eyes, there are only two concepts of light and darkness.

For example, now, Li Xiang’s true form is passing through the snow talisman, and what Wei Ye sees in front of him are cold lights flying around. And those dark and slightly human-shaped shadows slightly far away are naturally a group of unlucky guys who are blocked in the crystal cluster.

The blue and white light pillar that was rushing down to the top gate of Li Xiang's true shape was the thunder sword that was sacrificed by the real people in the five cities.

With a loud bang, Li Xiang's true form was hit by this thunder sword. The bamboo crown, Taoist uniform, and magic sword given to it were all instantly stirred up by a powerful force, revealing the true form of the Li Xiang's true form talisman.

At this moment, a one-eye with a fist size appeared in the lightning.

It was like an eye, eyelashes, and eyelids embedded in the void. It was all alert, and its pupils looked carefully at the true form of the Lord Li Xiang.

Although it was just one eye, Wei Ye felt that the look of his eyes showed no disgust, and he also wanted to kill the master who controlled the true form of the Lixiang God Lord.

As this strange eye appeared, the snow talisman around it felt, frost and snow rolled around, and attacked the strange eye.

However, the strange eye just closed its eyes suddenly and then disappeared without a trace, leaving only the broken true form of the Li Xiang God Lord still stayed in place.

After a while, the true form talisman of the Lixiang God Lord seemed to be induced, slowly moved with the wind and still flew towards the top of the sky.

Wei Ye stood on the Black Stone Sutra at this moment, rushing the wind with his hands. Following his movements, the true form talisman of the Lixiang God King bombarded by divine thunder flew to the immortal magician.

I didn't dislike this true shape talisman that had reached a point where the inspiration was dispersed and almost scrapped. As soon as Wei Ye's sword technique was introduced, the true shape talisman stood in front of him and then exploded and opened.

The true shape talisman turned into a spark of Mars, but a blue and white lightning light appeared from the true shape talisman. The lightning light was like a snake, aiming at Wei Ye tightly, as if he wanted to eat it but was willing to do so.

Unfortunately, Wei Ye stood in front of this lightning light that could definitely kill him to the slag, with an extremely relaxed expression.

The magician couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, because most of this lightning was wrapped around a wide-blade straight sword with an ancient style. No matter how many times the soul-devouring lightning twisted, he wanted to break free from the constraints of this ancient iron sword, but he still couldn't do it.

On the contrary, this ancient iron sword flashed with the lightning, and the Shanyunwen, which was covered with blades, seemed to be more vivid, like thunder clouds surrounding the lonely peak, as if you could faintly hear the thunder sounds coming.

In Wei Ye's eyes, a long-dormant sword aura rose up on the ancient iron sword. Its shape looks like a dragon but not a dragon, and it is not like a normal dragon species. Instead, it is covered with thunder and evil spirits.

This ancient iron knife is the prison thunder knife that Wei Ye got from Dong Zhuo.

Looking at the wide-blade straight sword that was gradually emerging from the strange phenomenon, Wei Ye looked unfair and said softly: "In the past, Dong Zhuo asked Cai Zhonglang to identify your origin. The old man only said that it was a weapon cast by Xiang Yu, the king of Chu. Dong Zhongying was also ignorant, but said that it was the destiny of heaven, and that he would become a king. Who knew that there was such a mysterious secret in this ancient iron knife. Isn't this the meaning of sealing thunder and becoming a prison?"

The magician was very moved here, but the thunder sword was still changing. As the lightning flashed, purple light flowed faintly between the blade, and the originally dim iron material also brought a light purple aura, which seemed mysterious and inexplicable. Every time the purple aura deepened, the lightning light was reduced by one point.

Later, the purple light on the Prison Thunder Sword was burning, but the thunder light was not there at all. After another cup of tea, the purple light on the Prison Thunder Sword was just restrained. However, holding the Prison Thunder Sword in his palm and looking carefully, you will find that there was a faint sword energy moving in the ancient iron sword. Although it was attracted but not emitted, even Wei Ye felt like a poisonous snake was dormant, and he wanted to escape from the blade and choose someone to eat it.

The magician tried to swing the prison thunder sword a few times, but the sword wind whistled, and there was no trace of mystery. Wei Ye had to shake his head and sighed: "Although our Taoist sect's feathers are incompatible with the weapons left by the King of Western Chu, let alone your original owner was killed by my sword. But I thought that I had let you swallow this thunder and lightning essence, as a guest, you always have to give the host a message to the family, and you don't even have a polite word. As expected, they are the same as the King of Duke back then. They are really a mule, and you don't know how to distinguish between them."

Before he could finish his sentence, the purple light of the prison thunder sword rose, and an electric snake attacked Wei Ye

However, before the lightning and body were still needed, the magician's sword finger was drawn into a text, but another true shape talisman was drawn different from before.

Between the fingertips, a purple beard and green-eyed guardian god was about to appear. On his head, there was a big fist pearl embedded in the big martial artist crown like the Li Xiang God Lord. The Zhen Gua Talisman appeared in the corner of the pearl light, which was the Zhen Gua Talisman's true shape talisman.

Looking at the newly formed Zhenxiang God's true form talisman, Wei Ye nodded and circled around the Zhenxiang Real form.

This Zhenxiang God is wearing a true form, wearing an indigo blue cloud thundercloth, holding a magic sword in one hand, and the sword is covered with thunder seals, but in the other hand, it holds a crystal-clear green stone axe, and a faint blue and white lightning flashes at the axe blade.

Relying on this shaking elephant true form, the magician looked at the prison thunder knife in his hand and chuckled: "If someone else is suddenly attacked by you, he might lose half of his life, but this move is not very good in front of me. I have taken away all the lightning energy that has just swallowed. I dare to ask Brother Dao, and I am still convinced by me, the temporary sword master."

He teased and joked here, and if the Prison Thunder Sword had spirituality, it made continuous sounds of swords.

Wei Ye was too lazy to bully such a spiritual object, and his index finger bounced on the blade: "Although I am not your destiny sword master, if you still want to absorb some lightning energy, you will obediently listen to my orders. Only good children can be considered as good children, and only good children can eat candy."

After saying that, the magician didn't care whether the psychic ancient iron sword could understand his gossip. He raised the thunder knife and sent it to Zhenxiang's true chest.

When Wei Ye was busy rectifying the true form of the shaking elephant, over the sea of ​​Xuanyun, Han Zhong and the white deer cloud car turned into a white rainbow through the sky, traversing the ice crystal pontoon bridge.

With the white rainbow blocking, the ice crystal pontoon bridge that was damaged everywhere under the attack of the snow talisman was even more powerful and scattered into several segments in an instant. As the ice crystal pontoon bridge broke, there was no wind or wave on the sea surface. As the waves surging, countless black-armored and sword warriors standing on the pontoon bridge were knocked into the water.

As these strange swords and soldiers fell into the water, countless vortexes suddenly appeared under the water.

When the water flowed into a vortex, a powerful force of Mo Yu was born, and he dragged these black armored soldiers under the water.

Just this change, I don’t know how many magical soldiers under Helan Gong were destroyed.

Although I couldn't see who was under the water, the two black-clothed ghost officials who were fighting the banner raised their bodies in the air and shouted loudly: "Han Zhong and Fan Li are about to return to their throne. The three Taiyi Daojun of Shangyuan, Zhongyuan, and Xiayuan must also belong to the three Taiyi Daojun. You can only leave a picture of the fairy spirit and rely on the three Yuan palaces in Taiyi Purple Room to transform into shape. Why bother with the Taiyi Daojun and repent, stop the snow talisman and water array. We promise you that you will definitely give you the hope of free and free liberation."

The white rainbow transformed by the Han people was silent, but Fan Li's ridicule came from the sound of waves: "Your Helan Gong is nothing but a false god, a false man and a false bird. However, in order to invade Taiyi Zifang, you should calculate it. How many evil spirits have he introduced from the world, such as blood and filth, and evil spirits, if it is allowed to ascend to the position of Taiyi Daojun, seize the Sanyuan Palace, and occupy Taiyi Zifang, how many murders will be committed."

Listening to Fan Li's sneer, the black-clothed ghost official didn't care, but just chuckled: "The people who assisted Goujian and conquered Wu territory back then are so soft now. Since you regard our master as an alien, you are different and not planning to each other. However, at this moment, the two fairy spirits who were taken by their predecessors must know."

Before the black-clothed ghost official finished speaking, he was interrupted by Han Zhong's cold shout: "The left and right are just confusing dreams and chaotic people's moods. It is better not to say such empty words."

The black-clothed ghost official was not annoyed at all, but suddenly burst into thunder and shouted loudly: "Whether the dream is inverted, please tell me at one glance."

In the loud shout, the ice scattered on the sea rose up, and the colorful light reflected in the sky light. If someone saw this strange scene at this moment, no matter what else, his eyes would be blinded by the strong light.

However, between the colorful streaming light, the ice surface was connected, and it faintly turned into a huge square mirror made of crystal.

Above the square mirror, there was a statue of Helan, a human-headed and bird-body, lying on his head, holding his head with his wings, with a bad expression like watching the show.

But in the mirror, a completely different scene from the Sea of ​​Xuanyun appeared.

It was a lonely peak towering into the clouds, and there was a golden palace on the top of the peak.

Gold is the platform and gold is the palace. It looks so dazzling and vulgar.

Before the Golden Palace, there were no guards, maids, or kings or ministers. There was only one Taoist wearing a long yellow cloth and half-hunched body standing.

Needless to say, that is Zhang Jiao, a great wise teacher from Taipingdao.

The leader of the Central Plains Taoist Sect now has an apricot-yellow scarf on his head, his face is faint, looking at the clouds on all sides of the lonely peak, without any movement by the golden palace that satisfy all the fun of nouveau riche.

And at this moment, the clouds suddenly separated

The two big stars separated the clouds, facing the Golden Palace from afar.

In the sky, these two big stars had no idea of ​​disappearing, but became brighter and closer to the Golden Palace.

It was not until they approached the Golden Palace that they could see clearly that they were not two big stars at all, but a pair of eyes burning like eternal light.

It is so huge that the Golden Palace, which stands on the lonely peak, is like a miniature toy to the owner of these eyes. Zhangjiao, which stands in front of the Golden Palace, is not even a micro-embled villain.

Then these eyes rose up to the clouds, deforming half of the sky because of its body. The clouds, the lonely peaks, and the golden palace were all uneasy because of the arrival of this residence.

It was a golden dragon.

Its dragon whiskers raised high, like a dragon mane condensed by golden light, slowly floating, staring at Zhangjiao.

Generally speaking, when people walk across the ridge of the field, they will not care about the ant blocking the road under their feet. Unless the ant climbs up the instep even more ignorantly and bites it down at the giant creature in front of them.

But for some reason, from the golden dragon's eyes that were burning like a star, it seemed that the anger that was bitten by an ant could be read.

Despite the anger displayed through the phantom, this dragon power still caused the Sea of ​​Xuanyun to fall into a silent uneasy.

But Zhang Jiao was unmoved at all. He still spoke in his slightly northern accent and slightly sharp voice: "That's right for you. The only one who entrenched here should be Huanglong. How about it? Do you want to listen to the Taoist Taiping and tell you what the essence of Taiping is?"

Well, the great wise and good teachers are great wise and good teachers. In a few years, half of the thirteen states of the Han Dynasty have become popular in Taipingdao. How can I do if I have no tricks in missionary preaching?

Even the image of Helan Gongshen on the top of the square mirror seemed to have become a little stiff, and then the scene where Zhang Jiao was about to start preaching the Taiping Sutra was hidden.

However, he still refused to give up. The statue of Helan Gong stretched out his wings and pointed it on the mirror. Then the content exposed by the square mirror changed again.

This time, it was no longer the sea of ​​clouds that seemed like a fairyland, nor the golden palace that was like a nouveau riche.

The first thing that appeared was a crow with blood on the corner of his mouth.

The human-faced crow jumped among the woods with joy.

There is no green in this forest, only reclining branches extending out from the ground. On the branches and bark, blood stains and charred or yellowed fat are everywhere. Some low bushes are hung with air-dried human skin.

Occasionally, people with beast-faced faces were sitting naked on the skeletons of dead people, and used a knife made of leg bones to divide the fresh or rotten corpses. On the other side, some skeletons covered with blood were surrounding the grill that burned the living, and happily threw dice.

This hellish-like woodland spreads, but the scope of the woodland seems to have been repaired by a clever gardener, like an eight-leaf lotus, surrounding a heart-shaped mountain.

It may be not very accurate to say that the heart shape is, but to be precise, it is the heart that has cracked into eight petals.

On this cracked heart, countless creatures are squirming on each myocardium. Looking closely, it is the slim body, drooping chest, and the tall yaksha ghost man with a tall waist and animal skin, who are hardworkingly pushing the iron plowshare and cultivating terraces among the peaks.

Yes, terraces are made up of live animals such as screaming soldiers, war horses, merchants, farmers, etc.

As the iron plow of the ghost soldiers and the Rakshasa girl pushed past, newly squeezed blood flowed down, gathering into gurgling red water rivers, and finally pouring into the basin in the center of the eight peaks.

The basin has long been watered into a sea of ​​blood.

Above the sea of ​​blood, skeletons and evil ghosts were floating, like swimming fish, patrolling around a red palace in the center of the sea of ​​blood. The color of that palace was like the best red coral, and the palace walls and eaves seemed to be carefully selected southern red agate.

However, between the coral, agate and red jade, there are bloody bones.

The skeleton with hollow eyes was on the eaves and grinned silently on the tiles. I don’t know if it was mocking the builder of this demon palace or mocking his own destiny.

Only on the top of this Demon Palace, there was a ball of flames like a sunshine and flew back and forth. In the flames, a fire phoenix roared sharply.

Zuo Ci sat cross-legged on Huo Feng's back, and there was no expression on his face that the old lame man had. He only narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a terrifying light.

"Well, Helan Gong, what a sad scene is the look of these demons dancing around you? It's better to burn them into it as soon as possible."
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