When going down the mountain, under the cover of his wide robe, Wei Yuan raised his right hand and grasped Ah Xuan's arm tightly to steady himself. The young Taoist was startled and noticed Wei Yuan's weakness at this moment, and said nothing.
He just quietly raised his hand to support him.
Wei Yuan whispered: "Go slowly."
"Don't rush."
"Um."
Along the way, we met Kamo Seira and his party.
Wei Yuan nodded politely. Kamo Xingluo watched the two Taoists, one big and one small, leaving, silent. He just took a step back and looked back in the direction of Fugaku. The terrifying scene made him lose it for a moment.
Language ability.
The violent flames and thunder, enveloped by the sword energy, did not flow down the mountain, but rose into the sky.
The lava rushed into the clouds and caused thunder and rainstorms.
When it fell, it had turned into pure volcanic ash.
At this moment, the thunder and fire directly enveloped the entire Mount Fuji. Wei Yuan abided by the agreement with Zhang Ruosu and used the return wind and return fire engraved on the scabbard to limit the scope to the transcendent world. The falling lava did not break through the Fuji Five Lakes and Onmyoji
Due to the blockade of the barrier, no outbreak spread to the city.
But it also makes it extremely conspicuous. As long as you look up in the night, you can see the red in the distance.
Qualitatively, this is of course just an extraordinary conflict.
But the impact in all aspects far exceeds this.
Kamo Seira raised his hands, covered his eyes, and let out a painful low sound in his throat.
This kind of influence is worse than that of the young Taoist who cut through Sakurajima's extraordinary world with his sword more than a hundred years ago to steal the sake of the Amaterasu Grand Festival.
The first mountain, the tall mountain that symbolizes Sakurajima's freedom and solemnity, has transformed into an angry mountain god, surrounded by flames and thunder. Tonight, the inner beliefs of countless people are destined to collapse.
This sword cut through the holy mountain in everyone's heart.
But when the Taoist priest passed by, he didn't have the courage to take action.
After more than a hundred years of practice, when faced with the same scene, he found that he was still the same child as before. He calmed his mind, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Go and help, and try to reduce Fugaku's influence to the minimum possible level."
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"yes!"
Everyone hurriedly rushed in that direction.
Kamo Xingluo felt a little heavy in his heart.
With more than a hundred years of cultivation, he is known as the Great Onmyoji, and his star divination is his strong point.
At this time, he earnestly hoped that he was not good at this type of magic.
suddenly.
A roar that was sharper than the vastness of thunder erupted. Even though they were still some time away from Fugaku, many Onmyoji felt the ground trembling under their feet. Their bodies swayed and they almost lost their balance. Kamo Seira finally managed to stabilize himself.
body.
I heard someone shouting and exclaiming in despair:
"Mountain?!"
"The mountains are moving!"
Kamo Seira's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly raised his head to look. Mount Fuji was still shrouded in violent thunder and flames, because the flames themselves continued to spurt upward, stirring up thunder and lava collisions between heaven and earth. At this time, a huge beam suddenly rose next to it.
His body, when fully stretched out, was no worse than Lieyan.
With eight heads and eight tails, there are sixteen light yellow vertical pupils, looking down at the world coldly.
The terrifying alien beast raised its head and roared, its head swallowing lava, flames, thunder, strong wind, heavy rain, bright moon, starlight, and scales, emitting powerful power fluctuations, and then madly attacked Sakurajima's symbolic Fugaku.
In the quiet night there was only the roar of ferocious beasts.
Kamo Seira stopped and looked weak.
"...Yama no Orochi?"
In the entire Sakurajima legend, he is the most famous and powerful god of disaster.
A disaster that surpasses the Great Tengu, the Golden-faced White Fox, and the Shuten Boy.
And when he was desperate, a figure soared out of Mount Fugaku. It was a gentle man wearing a robe and a few strands of long beard. However, his eyes were filled with anger, which ruined his overall temperament.
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After Wei Yuan and Ah Xuan came down from the mountain, they followed Wei Yuan's request and rushed towards the bay as quickly as possible. Halfway through, Wei Yuan's magic power recovered a little, and he endured the pain in his meridians and cast
The art of controlling the wind grabbed A Xuan and rushed towards the destination.
He asked the disciples of Tianshi Mansion to help prepare a small boat.
Now the whole Sakurajima is in chaos.
Because no one said hello in advance about this matter.
So completely unprepared.
Onmyoji and monks formed a formation to save Mount Fuji. Let’s not talk about the beautiful scenery for now. The symbolic significance is too important. We must not let this mountain be destroyed by thunder and fire at such a special time today, and Yamata no Orochi
The appearance of him left all the high-ranking practitioners in Sakurajima at a loss.
The legendary monster from Sakurajima suddenly appeared in a period of mysterious seclusion from the world.
They felt like they were in a dream for a while.
It's even hard to tell whether this is reality or a nightmare.
Just when Wei Yuan stepped onto the ship, he seemed to notice something and turned his head slightly.
Naturally, with his eyesight, he could not see the changes taking place in the sky above Fugaku.
However, with the monk's perception, he can feel the violent fluctuations and changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Yamata-no-Orochi, as the last descendant of Xiangyanagi, was so crazy just now that he absorbed the fire power of lava and the power of thunder from heaven and earth. Now he briefly controlled thunder, fire, feng shui,
As well as the original poisonous power.
And the enemy.
Able to suppress Xiang Liu's enemies by himself.
only one.
Wei Yuan closed his eyes, but as if through the collision of changes in vitality and the flow of the wind, he sensed the person who was fighting with Xiangliu in the sky. The condensation of Sakurajima's divinity, one of the strongest true cultivators in the world in the pre-Qin era.
The current main god of Japan is Tian Zhi Yu Zhong, Xu Shi.
The tone is polite and gentle, like talking to an old friend.
"I found you, Mr. Xu."
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Xu Shi and Yamata no Orochi directly flew into the air to fight.
One of them is one of the strongest true cultivators in the pre-Qin period, with two thousand years of Taoism, immortality, and divinity. The other is a descendant of the fierce god whose name can be recorded even in Shenzhou in the Age of Gods, and has also absorbed the power that Fugaku erupted.
With strength, it can be said that he has met his opponent for a while.
The battle between the two sides also made today's events even more grand and grand.
There is no way to hide it.
The power Xiang Liu exerts is flame, thunder, storm and poison.
As the landowner god, Xu Shi also has this extremely powerful power in Sakurajima.
Control earthquakes, fire, storms, and thunder.
Move the natural force of heaven and earth.
Even around his divine body, a body that was as huge as the Yamata no Orochi evolved, exuding a vast golden light. The two behemoths were fighting crazily here. It was obviously night, but at this moment, there were hundreds of miles around.
Bright as day.
The clouds and mist rolled, were shattered by thunder, and turned into heavy rain.
The heavy rain was involved in the whirlpool of thunder and fire, but was evaporated and turned into white gas.
The battle in Xu City did not care about where this place was, causing the surrounding waves to become more and more majestic. Soon, bits and pieces of light could be seen again. It was other gods from the entire Sakurajima pantheon who appeared to subdue the Yamata-no-Orochi.
The Yamata-no-Orochi fell into the sea, raised its head and roared without fear.
On the boat, the little Taoist priest Ah Xuan looked at it blankly, holding a fly whisk in his hand, his fingers squeezing the ground blue and white.
Even if it is a small place in the eyes of China, after all, there have been elixirs that can be refined to grow the medicine of immortality, the remaining divinity, and the top true cultivators of China who once fought against the fierce gods of ancient times. If not both sides can count.
It is not impossible that if you are cautious and hold back, a disaster will occur and the island will sink.
"Sure enough, it's still very strong."
When Ah Xuan heard the sound, he turned his head and saw Wei Yuan sitting cross-legged on the deck, facing the direction of the battle, with his eyes closed, but he seemed to be able to see everything clearly. The methods of controlling water and controlling wind were like breathing.
After it was displayed, the entire ship followed the water towards China.
And at some point a blank scroll appeared in Wei Yuan's hand.
Wei Yuan gently pressed his fingers against the file.
And the Yamata no Orochi, who was secretly plotted and sealed for a long time, caused a big fuss.
Xu Shi also had to use most of his methods.
Wei Yuan closed his eyes and sensed the subtle fluctuations, distinguishing Xu Shi's various magical powers and moves, controlling earthquakes, triggering thunder and wind and fire, and operating the art of yin and yang. With the recognition, extremely clear tracks appeared on the file.
Ah Xuan saw that it was an ink painting with rough brushstrokes, but divine intention.
On the island, a volcano erupted.
In the sky is a man wearing a robe, surrounded by many gods.
The whirlpool in the water was entangled with thunder and fire, and a ferocious beast with eight heads raised its head and roared.
It can't be beaten, at least for now, within Sakurajima.
It's hard to kill this Heavenly Royal Center.
However, Wei Yuan had no intention of going there so decisively from the beginning.
You have to prepare in advance and collect information.
Make a decision and then act.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes and looked at this painting. Ah Xuan looked at the aftermath of the distant battle in shock. He noticed Wei Yuan's sight and murmured: "Is this the strength of a true cultivator?"
"No, this is already considered a battle of gods."
Wei Yuan replied: "Just watch one last show before you leave."
Ah Xuan nodded confusedly, scratched his head, and said sheepishly:
"At first I thought, Master of the Guard, you were going to let the lava burn the surrounding area. So it turns out you were just giving a warning."
Wei Yuan leaned back and said, "It's not necessary. Killing is not the purpose, it's just a means."
"What's more, Shenzhou and Sakurajima are very close. Who knows if there are people from Shenzhou under the mountain."
"I don't want to hurt innocent people."
Ah Xuan thought for a while, asked a question, and said:
"So, are those people innocent of the atrocities committed by their fathers?"
"I think this sentence seems to make sense, but after thinking about it, I think it's ridiculous."
Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the deck, thought for a while, and said:
"It's really ridiculous."
"In this way, for example, a person kills hundreds of people and earns bloody money just to make money. Then his daughter and son can use the bloody money to eat the best food.
Wear the best clothes and get the best education, which are what other people need to survive."
"They feel like they didn't do that kind of sinful thing. They think they're innocent."
"Do you think they are innocent?"
"The same goes for a country."
"Resources are fixed, so they will only flow. Such a small country has no special products. They can have such generous social welfare now because they deprived ten times the lives of innocent people and used their initial plunder.
The accumulated resources will feed one person and kill ten."
"The enemy is using the money and resources gained from killing your ancestors to live a life that is ten times more generous and wonderful than yours, but out of some ulterior secret, he reaches out to be friends with you, laugh.
To say long live friendship, we have to let go of the past grudges. You looked at the benefits there, lowered your head and looked at the old photos of your family, and you could only throw down the bowl and curse, "Long live friendship, uncle."
"
Wei Yuan put the flying sword on his knees, flipped it and whispered:
"A hundred years of national hatred will make it difficult to calm down the sea."
Ah Xuan was confused when he heard this, but he also felt something vaguely, and said: "Is this your understanding, Master Wei?"
Wei Yuan looked at him with a serious expression and said jokingly:
"No, this is called primitive accumulation of capital."
"ah??!"
At this moment, the Yamata no Orochi over there raised his head and roared, saying:
"Where's your contract?!"
The voice roared and raged.
All the gods around were horrified, Ah Xuan was also confused, but Wei Yuan wanted to laugh out loud.
If it were said that Xiangliu was killed, he would never believe Wei Yuan. The founder of the ancient covenant rules was Qi, and as someone who had been very close to Qi, Xiangliu would never believe it.
There is no way to circumvent the covenant restrictions in Yuan's hands.
But Wei Yuan feels that he still has a strong sense of contract.
He stood up.
After thinking about it, he originally wanted to take action himself, but if he takes action himself, he will definitely attract Xu Shi's attention. Now is not the time to fight Xu Shi. For such a person, he must be sure to kill him.
He gently pressed Ah Xuan's shoulder and said, "A Xuan, let me teach you a sword technique."
"Want to learn?"
Ah Xuan was puzzled, but nodded anyway.
Wei Yuan raised his hand and pressed Ah Xuan's shoulder, saying: "Then, close your eyes."
"Close your eyes?"
"Yes, for this sword technique, you have to close your eyes to really see where to strike."
Ah Xuan closed his eyes.
Then, because of the warmth coming from his shoulders, he could see that in the darkness, on that piece of land, there were strands of Qi light up. These things were entangled together and turned into pythons.
They gathered together to form a big python, looking back to the west, towards the direction of China, with a weak posture, but lurking in secret, spreading its fangs.
Ah Xuan was startled: "What is this?"
Wei Yuan's tone was soft: "It's a spiritual vein. Sakurajima's luck spiritual vein, according to China's parlance, is called dragon vein."
"But that's not enough qualifications."
"There is no dragon vein in China anymore, only luck is left. There is still a royal family in Sakurajima, so this Qi vein is still there."
Ah Xuan heard the voice behind him and nodded confusedly.
Wei Yuan smiled and said: "Now, raise your hand and think of you holding a sword."
"sword?"
"This sword uses Dao as the front, 'I' as the backbone, and the talisman as the blade. It can cut through the unkindness of heaven and earth, and it can break the evil ways of all things below. Life and death depend on one mind. You can feel this sword.
?"
"Um."
"Try to chop forward."
The ignorant young Taoist felt Wei Yuan pat him.
Raise your hand and cut it out with your fingers.
The mark of flames between his eyebrows suddenly brightened, and then the invisible sword fell. The python that symbolized Sakurajima's luck suddenly neighed. The snake's head, which was originally staring at Shenzhou, with its fangs and mucus exposed, turned around in pain and faced his body.
, the luck poured out majesticly, and the whole world seemed to freeze in an instant.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes.
The wooden hairpin was shattered, and the black hair fell an inch below the shoulders, watching this scene.
If it leaks out like this, it will cause a spurt of heroes to be born in Sakurajima in the next thirty years.
But the position Wei Yuan chose to guide Ah Xuan to drop his sword was next to Xiang Liu.
The fierce god was startled, and then reacted in an instant. Before the gods, four of the heads directly tore and absorbed the luck that had been cultivated in Sakurajima for a long time, swallowed it in big mouths, and contained it in itself. The remaining heads
Then they used flames, thunder, violent winds and poison to force the other gods out.
Finally, Na Xiangliu raised his head and shouted loudly.
The gods restrained his eight heads.
Suzhanming Zun holds the Tiancongyun Sword and wants to chop it down and seal this fierce god again.
But it was bitten directly by the ninth head, the Tiancongyun sword was directly broken, and Suzhan Mingzun was swallowed into his belly. During the Shanhai years, the nine heads were the masters, and the gap between the nine-tailed fox and the eight tails was huge. The same was true for Xiang Liu, so Xiang Liu's
The body became huge again, located in the abyss of the sea, raising its head and roaring, scattering the clouds and mist, letting thunderous dark clouds surround it, and even the gods turned into the background.
In a place unknown to anyone, Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the deck, under the deep moonlight, and he calmly watched a scene that seemed like the return of a myth.
Raising his hand, the scroll he drew hung in the air with a clattering sound, reflecting the gentle moonlight. Ah Xuan saw the man raise his hand and point it down.
Files of strange powers and chaotic gods
Defined as chaos!
An act of rebellion.
With this stroke of writing, the entire scroll seemed to have a charm. Finally, Wei Yuan flicked his sleeves and retracted it, turning the file into a scroll and falling into Wei Yuan's palm.
"Strange Powers and Chaotic Gods·Chaotic One"
"Looking forward to our next real meeting, Xu City."
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