Just when Li Changan was about to attack the Fire Bird Clan,
Great Jin Capital City,
In the main courtyard of Bailu Academy, deep in the void of buildings that block out the sky and the sun,
Ten figures stood on leaves with a radius of several feet. Five-color literary energy as thick as lead and mercury flowed from their bodies and merged into the five-color altar set up not far away.
A halo of light rises from the altar, connecting the heaven and earth in the dark.
In the center of the altar, a tablet engraved with the words Li Chang'an hovered in mid-air, and the power of heaven and earth from all directions was flowing on this tablet.
These powers of heaven and earth seem to be mixed with information between heaven and earth, trying to capture Li Changan's existence from the void.
Time passed by bit by bit, but Li Changan still did not appear on the tablet.
The ten figures around them made no sound.
There was no sound of wind between heaven and earth, and it was so quiet that it was a bit scary.
After a long time,
An Shitang shook his head and said, "There is no situation."
He looked at the other nine people, his expression full of seriousness, "There are only two possibilities now."
"Either be completely obliterated, both body and soul will be completely dissipated."
"Or, he's not dead yet."
After finishing speaking, the scene became quiet again.
The auras of the ten third-grade scholars, even if they were not deliberately emitted, trapped the entire void.
Zhao Hongshan frowned. Some time after Li Changan completely lost sight of him, the Qi on the gold-threaded clothes also disappeared.
Li Changan completely lost his trace.
But now, even if he uses the method of summoning spirits, he still can't find Li Changan.
If the soul cannot be summoned, either the soul has been completely erased, or the person is not dead yet.
A month ago, he made a big fuss in the capital and threatened to start a war.
But in the end it was stopped.
In addition, the three courtyards and one prisoner all took out the treasures of the suppression treasure house, and at the same time promised to thoroughly investigate the entire Jin Dynasty and find out the person behind the scenes.
Only then did the clouds of war dissipate.
But on the other hand, the situation in the court also began to become treacherous.
Li Changan's disappearance delayed the establishment of a new department in the Ministry of Household Affairs. At the same time, Zhao Jing, the newly appointed right minister of the Ministry of Personnel, also spoke out for his brother Zhao Xing, seeking justice.
Everyone who was originally preparing to show off their talents in the newly-established division fell silent for a while.
The atmosphere in the officialdom of the capital also became increasingly strange.
It's just that now, Bailu Academy doesn't pay much attention to the court.
Whether Li Changan is still alive has become a common question in the hearts of all the third-grade scholars in the First Prison of the Fourth Academy.
The news of Li Changan's disappearance was also blocked by the First Prison of the Fourth Court and was limited to the officialdom of the capital.
If the people, especially the people in the three southern prefectures, knew that Li Changan had been killed by an adulterer, some trouble might result.
You must know that the three southern governments are still jointly writing the Book of Ten Thousand People and building a shrine for Li Changan.
As a result, Li Changan disappeared and his life and death were unknown. If the news really spread, the face of the court and the academy would be lost.
The top priority is to find traces of Li Changan.
Even if you die, it's not a problem, you can still summon spirits.
But the current situation is the most torture.
You can't see people when you are alive, you can't see corpses after death, and you can't even bring back your soul.
This is really fatal.
Zhao Hongshan looked at the altar and said, "Even if you and I take action, we can't destroy the three souls and seven souls of a person."
"I prefer that he is still alive."
The other third-grade scholars also frowned invisibly.
The method of summoning souls, three souls and seven souls, each must be summoned individually by a third-grade scholar.
This time ten of them joined forces, but still to no avail.
Even if he dies, that's fine.
This is the sentiment of many third-grade scholars.
"The third level can't do it, but it doesn't mean that the second level can't do it. The demon clan still has the first level, which may be able to wipe out the soul."
"After all, their methods...are unfathomable."
Duke Wuxu said,
"But it's impossible for a first-grade person to take action casually, let alone an inconspicuous sixth-grade person."
"I also think it is more likely that Li Changan is alive."
Zhao Hongshan looked around at everyone, "In that case, let's announce to the public that Li Chang'an has entered the Holy Land of White Deer Academy to practice, and he will not be able to leave until he reaches the fifth level."
The other nine third-grade Confucian scholars were slightly startled when they heard this, and then nodded one after another.
The next moment, five-color brilliance soared into the sky.
There were only three figures left on the tree leaves.
An Shitang looked at Zhao Hongshan, "Even if we use the Holy Land as a cover, we can't hide it for long."
"One year, or two years?"
Zhao Hongshan sighed, "You can hide it as long as you can... If you summon the soul once a month, you will always know whether that kid is still alive."
Wuxu Justice, "I heard that the Ministry of Household Affairs is going to build a new department. What should I do now?"
"Let's drag it for now." Zhao Hongshan walked forward slowly, and the void quietly opened in front of him, "At least now the three southern mansions are still operating according to his pre-plan."
"Nothing will go wrong in the short term."
An Shitang looked complicated, and then shook his head helplessly, "This kid is really a genius in governing the world, and his literary skills are gradually recovering..."
It's okay not to mention this, but the aura on Zhao Hongshan's body became a little unstable when he mentioned it, "Don't let me find out who is behind this, or I will kill his whole family!"
Duke Wuxu also walked into the void, "It's like I'm asking you to look at this place."
"I will continue to investigate the case of luck in the north."
An Shitang nodded, but still did not forget to warn, "You have to be careful, the Fengchuan Luck Dragon collapsed, and the black hand behind it is at least the third grade."
Half of Duke Wuxu's body had disappeared into the void, but his voice still came out.
"Maybe it's a second-grade one. How many second-grade ones are there in our Dajin? We need to check."
As soon as the words fell, Duke Wuxu completely disappeared into the void.
"Second-grade Wen Zhengjing..." An Shitang didn't know what he thought of, and frowned slightly, "Besides the first prisoner of the Fourth Courtyard, who else can be there?"
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"Second level peak..."
Xi Lie Demon Kingdom,
A figure covered in flowing rays of light stood in the clouds, overlooking the capital of Sirie Kingdom below, which was built on a towering ancient sycamore tree.
This ancient sycamore tree was carved with supreme magic power, and the gaps and gaps in it became the place where the capital city was built.
At first glance, one cannot see the width of this ancient sycamore tree.
It is like a mountain range, with the sky above and the earth below. As far as the eye can see, there are fiery red tree bodies.
"The second grade is not enough..."
"Once in five years, the flower of the sea of blood blooms, and the ancient road of demon war is also summoned."
"After this time, there will be another Blood Sea Flower. I can't say for sure."
"I must step into the first rank to be qualified to participate in that battle..."
This figure was slender, almost one foot tall, with extremely well-proportioned proportions. The rays of light from the sky were drawn and flowed around him, as if all the power in the world was under his control.
Like a god in fire, it echoes the ancient sycamore trees below.
He raised his head and looked at the sky.
His gaze penetrated the layers of void and saw the depths of the starry sky and universe, where a broken black iron rod was crushing the deep space and heading towards the human world.
Around this broken iron rod, hundreds of stars rotated like star rings.
The stars stretching thirty thousand miles across are as small as bullets between fingers in front of the iron rod.
The iron rod rumbled and came to crush the void. Some stars were crushed by it, and some stars became captives of the iron rod and became members of the star ring.
"For a thousand years, there will be no saint in the world."
"Who can become the Final Saint in this age of Dharma-ending times? This will probably be the last chance."
After a long time, a voice came out of his mouth, like rumbling thunder, turning into a heavenly constitution,
"On the ancient road of demon war, if the fourth level is eliminated, the fifth, sixth or even seventh level can participate in the battle."
"On the same ancient road, participants can conquer it at will, and there are no boundaries; there are no restrictions on the intersection."
"All the guardians have dispersed. Wanderers of all races, even royal families, will be treated equally."
In the void, huge monster characters were imprinted in the air, and then went straight into Qingming.
On the ancient sycamore trees, dots of starlight followed closely behind, as if affecting the rules of heaven and earth.
A flower from the sea of blood quietly emerged above Qingming.
Immediately afterwards, the ancient demon war roads began to appear in the void, and the glow fell from the sky, turning the words they said into the rules of the ancient road and imprinting them.
"I don't know which Demon Saint's blood transformed the Flower of Blood Sea this time. I hope more people die this time, so that I can take another look at the path of the Demon Saint."
The figure covered in sunshine shook his head and slowly walked into the palace on top of the ancient sycamore tree.