With a soft sound, a bright divine light bloomed like a flower from the mouth of the Qiankun Cauldron, and a piece of dark black ashes fell from the mouth of the cauldron. It was not the bloom of life, but the withering of a tyrannical creature. This chaotic universe of the world
In the middle, there is no more remnant soul of Qihuang Great Demon!
On the wall of the ancient bronze cauldron, a bright black light flashed, and the hideous and terrifying figure of the great demon quietly emerged, turning into a mark of avenue runes and becoming a part of the world in the cauldron.
Flying ashes were scattered, and everyone was so shocked that they could not recover. A great demon who had reached the peak of a saint and was about to fall into the realm of heaven with half of his feet died like this. His death was so miserable that it made people feel both in their eyes and in their hearts.
, all produced a strong sense of shock.
Without the culprit that disturbed the starry sky, the stars under Li Qingming's feet began to slowly converge, and the meteorites in the sky returned to their original trajectories. Even the scattered rocks, after losing their propulsion power, also
It stood still in mid-air.
Everything in the star field gradually returned to calm!
"Ah, the creation of life is the Qiankun Ding! This is the Qiankun Ding!"
After the silence, in the dark void universe, a silver bell-like exclamation suddenly came, and Fairy Qingya's smart eyes were filled with disbelief, and her red cherry mouth opened slightly, revealing a little bit of the bright red inside.
When everyone in the distance heard the words, they were all shocked. As for the legend of the Qiankun Ding, everyone was already familiar with it before leaving the Pangu world: Nuwa used the Qiankun Ding to refine the stone to mend the sky; after the Conferring God War, the prehistoric world was shattered. Daozu
Hongjun borrowed the Qiankun Ding to re-smelt the prehistoric earth; Emperor Yu of Great Xia arranged the Jiuding that bounded the nine states of China, and it was based on the Qiankun Ding...
These legends cast a powerful and mysterious veil over the Qiankun Cauldron, making everyone yearn for it and not bear to blaspheme it, as if they were looking at flowers in a dream.
Now, everyone has really seen the astonishing power of this Qiankun Cauldron. While everyone is surprised, they are also inexplicably shocked!
The power of this Qiankun Cauldron is really amazing. It can actually turn the spirit and form of the things it smelts into runes and imprint them into the world inside the cauldron. Such mysterious power is truly terrifying.
Putting away the shock in his heart, Yan You led everyone to fly in front of Li Qingming, took a deep breath, knelt on his knees, put his hands together, touched the air with his head, and said: "Student Yan You brings Ji to the palace disciples
, I thank my predecessors for slaying the great demon and saving the hundreds of millions of people of our ancient Yafeng city from fire and water. Let us preserve the hundreds of millions of years of foundation of our ancient Yafeng city!"
"Thank you, senior, for saving the hundreds of millions of people of our ancient Yafeng City from fire and water, and for ensuring that our hundreds of millions of years of Yafeng Ancient City's foundation can be preserved!"
All the disciples of the Ji School Palace, including the elegant fairy in a white dress filled with snow, all bowed respectfully to Li Qingming.
Li Qingming had an indifferent expression from beginning to end. He lightly waved his sleeves and threw out a gentle force to lift everyone up and said: "Everyone, get up! I said I am partly responsible for this, you don't have to
Thank you. Yafeng Ancient City's protective array, I believe you can also restore it. In addition..."
At this point, Li Qingming's hand flashed with brilliance. It had been reduced to a middle-grade innate spiritual treasure, and the completely dull Shanhe Brush appeared in his hand: "This Shanhe Brush is returned to you!"
"Whoosh!"
Shan He's pen drew a beautiful arc in the air and flew towards Yan You. When Yan You saw the pen, his face changed slightly, he raised his hand and held it in his hand, and said sincerely: "Student understands what the senior has said."
Meaning! It’s just that this matter involves our senior brothers, so we still need to report it to our master!"
Li Qingming waved his hand and strode towards the void below that was shrouded by Dayan tortoise shells. A clear voice left in the sky: "That's your business. There's no need to report it to me. I'm just curious!"
"Whoosh!"
When Li Qingming reached the sky below, the Dayan tortoise shell, which was as dark as jade and covered the entire Yafeng Ancient City, changed back to its original appearance with a hiss and disappeared into Li Qingming's arms.
"Look, it's clearing up! That guy was finally taken away!"
"My dear ancestor, can anyone tell me what happened just now? Why did the formation outside this city suddenly become so broken?"
The dark clouds piling up on the heads of everyone in Yafeng Ancient City dissipated. Everyone looked up at the sky, but were shocked to find that although the sky was still blue at this moment, there were countless existences in Yafeng Ancient City 90,000 miles away.
The billion-year-old protective formation has long been shattered, and some of the remaining seal fragments even have scattered stars and meteorite fragments.
In addition, they also saw a group of white-robed Confucian scholars headed by Commander Zixia, flying back and forth in the sky, seemingly repairing the magic circle.
The people in the city began to discuss loudly, trying to figure out everything that happened here. But no one knew what was going on, and they did not have the courage to ask the Confucian scholars in Ji Xuangong.
…
On the second floor of Yashi Pavilion in the northwest of Yafeng Ancient City, Li Qingming, with a calm expression, sat next to a slender table, with dragons, beards, tigers and others all lined up.
And standing in front of everyone was Yan Xingzhi, the son of the sage Yan Hui.
Li Qingming held the wine cup, looked at Yan Xingzhi with a half-smile, and said, "Your name is Yan Xingzhi, right? Are you the young master of this Ascot Pavilion?"
Yan Xingzhi raised his head, secretly looked at Li Qingming, and said: "Senior Hui, my father named Yan Hui, and he is the master of the Ascot Pavilion. The student has learned the ways of life from my father's side since he was a child, and he often goes in and out of the Ashi Pavilion.
Pavilion, so everyone in the pavilion calls me Young Master!"
"Oh! Yan Hui?" Li Qingming knocked on the table lightly and said, "Does your father know that there is a seal of the great devil in the Shanhe pen?"
"I know, I know..." Thinking of the ferocity of the demon shown in the mirror just now, Yan Xingzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously and said.
"Snapped!"
Longxuhu, who was sitting next to Li Qingming, slapped the long case fiercely, released all his momentum and pressed towards Yan Xingzhi, and said angrily: "Since you know this, why would you give such a taboo thing to that shameless villain?
?Isn’t he afraid of causing a catastrophe?”
Yan Xingzhi made a gurgling sound in his mouth, and was covered in cold sweat by the pressure. He forced himself to calm down his nervous mood, lowered his head in shame, and said:
"Senior taught me a lesson! It's just that this spiritual treasure was given to the students by my father. Later, I saw that shopkeeper Cai Wen had worked hard for Ascot for a long time, but he didn't have the spiritual treasure with him, so I gave it to him.
A few more seals were placed on the object and given to Cai Wen! Who would have thought, this old guy would secretly unlock the seal, and now he has committed a heinous crime! It is really the fault of a student!" (To be continued, please search
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