In ancient times, after the Yellow Emperor unified China, he ordered the historian Cangjie to create a method of recording events.
Cangjie was ordered to build a house on a high platform on the bank of the Mishui River and live there.
At that time, the divine bird Phoenix saw Cangjie thinking hard, so he placed the hoof of Pixiu in his hands on the high platform.
Seeing this, Cangjie suddenly had an inspiration, and he painted with the shapes of all things, creating words, including the sun, moon, stars, birds, insects, beasts, and other utensils.
When these words appear, corns rain from the sky, and gods and ghosts cry.
In order to commemorate this event, later generations named the high platform where Cangjie made calligraphy the Phoenix Book Stand.
Eight thousand years later, until today.
There are thousands of Chinese characters for Kyushu.
Cang Linyuan read a lot of books, read all the inscriptions and rubbings, knew many words, and wrote many words.
He entered Taoism through words and traveled all over the nine states over the years, always looking for the strongest word.
Until today.
Facing the surging beast tide, facing these monster beasts with stretched necks and ferocious looks, Cang Linyuan felt that he had finally found that word.
So, he used the essence and blood between his eyebrows as ink, his two fingers as pen, and the void as paper, and began to write.
Starting from the upper left, draw a smooth arc to the lower right.
This is a flip.
After writing this stroke, Cang Linyuan raised his hand again, started writing on the upper right, and drew a smooth arc toward the lower left.
This is a stroke.
One stroke at a time, these are the simplest and most basic strokes that make up Kyushu characters.
A simple stroke and stroke, crossing each other, form a word:
乂.
This word is so simple that you can understand it just by reading it once.
"乂" is a pictographic character, which is a tool used by ancestors in ancient times to cut grass.
Later, it was extended to mean cutting and harvesting.
Cang Linyuan looked at the densely packed monster beasts in front of Hengduan Mountain, as if he saw countless wild grasses growing wildly.
He wanted to cut down the weeds.
So I wrote this word: 乂.
The red character "乂" written with essence and blood quickly grew in size, fell into the tide of beasts, and flew forward.
A red blood line appeared between the eyebrows of a one-horned rhinoceros monster, and then half of its head fell off.
As a colorful tiger king was running, its body suddenly split into two halves. The cut was as smooth and flat as a mirror, and the blood had not yet had time to flow, so the shapes and textures of the organs, blood vessels, etc. could be clearly seen.
The wings of a white-browed harpy suddenly broke.
The head of a blood python suddenly fell to the ground, rolled around, and was stepped on by an elephant demon. However, the elephant demon's swinging proboscis suddenly flew out.
The blood-red word "乂" flew forward silently.
In the black beast tide, it is inconspicuous.
But wherever the word "乂" flies, even the demon emperor's tyrannical body will be cut without any hindrance.
On the line where the word "Y" flew, thousands of elite demon clan fell down.
Boom boom boom boom.
The monsters on both sides are still attacking the magic circle light curtain.
Cang Linyuan wrote another word "乂", and with a tap, the word "乂" flew to the left.
As a result, the monster beasts that kept attacking the light screen formation were cut into pieces and crashed down.
"Writing like this consumes some energy and blood."
Cang Linyuan thought like this, so he simply used his hand as a pen and the wind as ink, and wrote a few more characters "乂".
The word "乂" flew out silently, cutting into the monster's body.
Because it was written in the wind, there was no color at all. Each word was soundless and colorless, wildly harvesting life in the tide of beasts.
Cang Linyuan fell into the beast tide, writing faster and faster, writing more casually, and writing more freely, with his hands constantly swinging, like everyone who was drunk in cursive writing, writing wild cursive on the paper of the beast tide.
Countless "乂" characters flew in all directions with him as the center.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Cang Linyuan laughed, laughed wildly, and felt that he had never been so happy in his life.
I wrote so much that I forgot where I was and what I was doing. There was only the word "乂" in my mind.
The word "乂" flew around, and monster beasts fell down in droves.
After the monster fell, deep crisscrossing ditches appeared on the ground.
Even on the straight cliff behind, there are countless ravines cut out by these characters.
…
The strong smell of blood came.
Emperor Shitian looked down and saw that in front of the Hengduan Mountains, there was already a sea of blood.
Cang Linyuan's hair was disheveled, and the word "乂" kept flying out of his hand.
"This word is attached to the law of space. I didn't expect Linyuan to be able to understand the divine pattern at this time."
Emperor Shitian withdrew his gaze and looked at the demon boys around him.
Seven demon boys, either happy or sad, angry or sad, took on the appearance of living beings and surrounded him.
"Is it an illusion?"
Emperor Shitian was silent for a moment, then stepped out, and a circle of ripples appeared in the space under his feet. With him as the center, the spatial fluctuations spread to all sides.
The space was vibrating. When the vibrations were transmitted to the demon boys, they punched one after another and shattered the vibrating space.
"It's a clone."
"Every clone has level five strength."
"When did such a weird monster appear in the demon clan?"
Emperor Shitian frowned, and the Zhenwu Dojo unfolded, covering all seven monster boy clones.
There was a roar.
In the main hall of the dojo, the statue of Emperor Zhenwu came to life, stepped out of the main hall, and glared angrily: "The evildoer will be punished!"
The long sword was slashed out, and the sword light spread across the huge dojo, slashing towards the demon boy clone directly in front.
The sword energy covered him, and the demon boy's avatar crossed his hands to block it above his head.
Bang!
The sword light hit the demon boy's clone arm without any fancy, and the energy spread out, shaking the Zhenwu Dojo.
Above the sword light, Taoist talismans appeared one after another, clinging to the arms of the demon boy's clone, and then covering the whole body.
Bang bang bang bang!
A series of deafening explosions.
However, there were four monster boy clones who punched the sword light hard and broke it off.
The remaining two monster boy clones rushed towards the true form of Emperor Zhenwu.
Emperor Zhenwu snorted coldly, and a golden light shield appeared in front of him. On top of the light shield, countless Taoist talismans were wandering around.
Bang bang!
The heavy fists of the two demon boys hit the light shield, and the powerful counterattack force sent them flying backwards.
Emperor Zhenwu formed the Taoist secret seal with his hands and shouted: "Come! Soldiers! Fight! Those who..."
When forming the "Zhe" seal, the densely packed talismans suddenly tightened on the surface of the demon boy's clone that was hit by the sword light, and actually directly crushed the demon boy's clone.
The demon boy's clone exploded, and the raging demonic energy spread out, hitting the barrier of the Zhenwu Dojo.
Emperor Zhenwu saw a black aura hidden in the demonic aura.
Before he could make any move, the long sword behind him trembled endlessly, then flew out of its scabbard uncontrollably, stabbing at the black air.
The long sword blooms with endless brilliance.
The black energy transformed into a ferocious face, and he wanted to fight back, but was drowned in the endless sword light.
The long sword flew back. Emperor Zhenwu held the hilt of the sword and glared at the remaining six demon boys, "The demons must be punished!"
This sword is called Xuantian Sword, also known as Zhenwudang Demon Sword.
Outside the dojo, Emperor Shitian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the demon boy on the back of the Qingniu Lord from a distance. To be more precise, he looked at the demon boy disguised as the demon clan king. "Beyond the demon clan."
, there are actually evil spirits?”
The demon boy seemed to feel something and smiled wildly at Emperor Shitian from a distance.
As if provoking, a small devil horn appeared in the middle of the devil boy's eyebrows and disappeared in a flash.
Emperor Shitian suppressed the shock in his heart and without any further delay, slashed into the void ahead with his sword.
A huge gap was torn into space.
In the gap is the endless expanse of the extremely cold North Sea.
The blue waves of the ocean suddenly bulge and rise, like a huge mountain rising from the sea.
Millions of hectares of sea water flowed and fell.
A huge turtle head emerged from the sea, stretched out its huge neck, and looked at Emperor Shitian on the other side of the space crack.
Emperor Shitian only said four words: "The black turtle protects the Dharma."
