Cang Linyuan looked at the panicked disciples and finally felt a little comfort.
"You come with me."
The two of them walked slowly on the huge altar of gods, stopping to write a word or two from time to time.
If someone draws the road they have walked, they will find that it is a perfect Bagua pattern.
There are three thousand avenues.
Everything can enter the Tao.
However, for thousands of years, most of the monks in Kyushu have entered Taoism with swords.
Therefore, the vast majority of the many returnees in Kyushu are sword cultivators.
There are very few people like Cang Linyuan who enter Taoism through calligraphy and use words as magical powers.
Finally finished writing the last word.
Invisible energy spreads.
Above the clouds in the sky, Wei Mingguang, who was flying upward, suddenly lowered his head and looked through the overlapping clouds with his spiritual thoughts towards the Bagua formation.
"This formation can kill the king."
"As expected of the old man."
Wei Mingguang was sighing when his thoughts suddenly dispersed and he looked at the vast land around Shanhaiguan.
Palace masters and immortals are rushing towards Shanhaiguan from all directions.
Wei Mingguang withdrew his spiritual thoughts, stepped on the flying sword, and flew into the sky.
When Li Xiang was anointing himself as a god, he saw threads of luck falling from the nine heavens.
We also saw the majestic palace in the ninth heaven.
Since then, Wei Mingguang has been thinking about those images all the time.
The sky has nine levels, with immortals and gods residing on them.
Since heaven really existed, it would definitely leave traces.
He wanted to go up and have a look while the Conferring God Conference hadn't started yet.
Wei Mingguang ascended with his sword, and soon he flew out of the atmosphere.
There are fragments of satellites flying by.
The air has become extremely thin.
My vision suddenly became clear.
As far as the eye can see, there are countless stars.
The near-vacuum low pressure caused the blood vessels in Wei Mingguang's body to expand, and the blood seemed to rush out.
Even the internal organs seemed about to explode.
Wei Mingguang sealed his physical body with spiritual energy, held his breath and concentrated, and continued to fly deep into the starry sky.
…
The Fengshen Platform is about to be completed.
Cang Linyuan put his hands behind his back and looked at the huge Conferring God Platform, with a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
The little boy sat cross-legged next to him with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, "Master, are you not satisfied with this formation?"
Cang Linyuan sighed, "I'm a master of Xizi, but I'm not good at formations. Although this Bagua formation is powerful, it's just for emergencies."
The war god of the country frowned, "Over the years, I have written countless numbers for my teacher, but I still can't find which word is the strongest."
The little boy didn't even think about it, "Of course it's that word!"
"Haha", he spat on his fingertips and wrote the word "Meng" on the ground.
The word "Meng" stood upright and flew into the middle of the little boy's eyebrows. The next moment, the little boy's thin and thin body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a muscular man.
Punch out.
Bang.
The fist squeezes the air and makes a crackling sound.
The force swept over him and knocked down a scaffolding several hundred meters away. Seven or eight workers fell to the ground and screamed.
Cang Linyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, jumped up, and slapped the muscle-crazed disciple on the head, knocking him back to his original shape.
The little boy said stubbornly, "Master, why are you hitting me? Am I not fierce or strong enough?"
Cang Linyuan said angrily, "If this word is the strongest, why did I slap you back to your original shape?"
"Master, what you said makes sense." The little boy rolled his eyes, "Then I will write another one."
Just as he was about to take action, his whole body suddenly froze.
Cang Linyuan followed his gaze and saw streaks of sword light appearing on the northern skyline, piercing the sky and flying towards this place.
Cang Linyuan murmured: "We're here."
…
In the wilderness.
There was a thin, middle-aged man walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
He was wearing a gray monk's robe, with a patched robe draped over his shoulders, and in his hand was a banner with the word "fortune telling" written on it.
But he is a fortune teller.
A sword light flashed.
A middle-aged man in a long robe fell to the ground, and the long sword shrank like a needle. He put it in his ear, trotted two steps, caught up with the fortune teller, cupped his hands and said, "I have seen Wu Xianren."
The fortune teller who was called Wu Xianren was one of the thirty-six immortals, and his surname was Wu Mingyong.
After receiving the order from the God of War, he left the front line and hurried slowly until he was almost at Shanhaiguan.
Wu Yong hummed, without turning around or returning the courtesy, "What does Palace Master Zhou want from me?"
Zhou Chengzhi was stunned, "Wu Xianren recognizes me?"
"You and I have never met before. Do you still recognize me?" Wu Yong said as he walked forward.
When Zhou Chengzhi saw the word "divine calculation" written on his banner, he couldn't help but shook his head and followed him, straight to the point: "What does Immortal Wu think of this God Conferring Conference?"
Wu Yong shook his head, "I'm in the middle of a chess game, how can I see the situation clearly?"
Seeing the suspicious look in the other person's eyes, Wu Yong added, "During this trip, more than ten fellow Taoists have come to ask questions, and I always answer like this."
"When Yuan Xuzi was killed by Li Xiang, one of the thirty-six immortals became available, so that I could take my place. At that time, I calculated it for myself, but there was no result."
He paused and thought for a moment before continuing: "My fate is covered in a fog. If the fog doesn't clear, I won't be able to see clearly."
"I'll lend you your hair."
"good."
Zhou Chengzhi broke off a strand of hair and handed it over.
Wu Yong took the hair and blew it gently. The hair flew out and burned in the air, turning into a streak of fire. A scene emerged in the fire.
The picture was of an operating room, with a baby crying.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Zhou, it's a son!" The nurse picked up the baby and wrapped it in swaddling clothes.
"Sir, this is the delivery room, you can't enter..."
The door was violently pushed open.
A man rushed in in a hurry. He first looked at his wife on the operating table and saw that she was fine. Then he looked at the baby in the nurse's arms and said ecstatically: "I'm a father!"
Looking at the two shadows, Zhou Chengzhi was slightly stunned.
These are his father and mother.
And the baby in the swaddling clothes was exactly the same person he was more than forty years ago.
The picture changes, as if time is accelerated.
The baby turned into a child, went to kindergarten, then entered elementary school, junior high school, and high school, then returned to his ancestors, garrisoned the city, fought in all directions, from the first level to the fourth level, and finally became the head of the Wanzhou Prefecture.
Even his visit to Immortal Laojun to seek a life-extending elixir for his son also appears in the picture.
This scene encompasses his entire life.
After some time, the War God's order was sent to Wanzhou Prefecture, and he led his army northward.
When they reached the bank of Wujiang River, they were driven back by Xiang Yu's sword.
Then, a strong Yin Qi enveloped the entire river, and someone came slowly on a small black-capped boat.
At this point, the picture becomes blurry.
Zhou Chengzhi looked intently at the man on the boat, but found that he could not see his face at all.
He looked at himself in the picture again.
"You can't see clearly," Wu Yong shook his head with mixed emotions, "In addition to you and me, there are also Palace Master Xiao from Tongzhou Prefecture, Laojun Immortal from Tushita Palace, Long Eyebrow Immortal from Kyoto University, and General Qingqiu from Zhenbei Army.
...Anyone who has anything to do with Li Xiang will have their destiny changed."
"No matter what means I use, I can't complete the deduction."
"You and I are both chess pieces, but that young man has muddied the chess game."
"It can even be said that he is no longer in this chess game."
Hair burned out.
The fire disappeared.
The shadow is shattered.
As Wu Yong walked forward, he raised his head and looked at the huge mountain-like God-conferring Platform on the Shanhaiguan ruins.
"If Kyushu is a game of chess, that young man is one of the players."
Zhou Chengzhi was stunned.
Above the head, an immortal with a sword passed by and descended to Shanhaiguan.
