From time to time, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Realm will be attacked from thousands of miles away, but it is just a test, and no one has come here in his true form.
"Yan Ji, do you feel it?"
A powerful spiritual consciousness that just flashed from outside the Eight Heavenly Dragon Realm was once again forced back by Boss Qing.
Only then did Yan Ji understand that Boss Qing was so terrifyingly powerful that he could even compete with the Lord of the Eight Prefectures.
The domineering spiritual consciousness just now was extremely rare in the world, and Yan Ji guessed that it belonged to Lei Huaji, the leader of the Wu Mansion.
"The people who just spied on the Qing capital include Ji Li, Yuan Tang, Lei Huaji, Zhang Lingsu, and the old monk Yu Xing. They all have an insight into the danger in the Qing capital.
But just as I expected, no one will come, this is the Eight Prefectures now!"
Boss Qing laughed disdainfully.
"Because of Jiang Yan's incident, Wen Mansion offended other people and was isolated from the Seven Manor Houses." Yan Ji sighed, life and death were at stake, and they actually stood by and watched.
"Yan Ji, you are too naive. The eight palaces have deep grievances, and the masters of these palaces have their own agendas. When encountering such a disaster, they can't escape and how dare they get involved. Jiang Yan's matter is just a trivial matter.
It's just a trivial thing." Boss Qing saw the fire clearly.
"Whether they come or not, the Qing capital is here and cannot be destroyed."
"That's good." Boss Qing clapped his hands, "Don't blame others for not saving them, because if the Baiyang Sect attacked the Confucian Mansion first, would you save it?"
"Save them? I just hate them not to die!" Yan Ji said coldly.
"Yes, those old guys in Wen Mansion have the same idea as you. Yuling Continent is only so big. If one mansion dies, the other seven mansions will only celebrate each other, and then start to divide and eat them like a pack of wolves."
"Don't think that without foreign aid, our Qingdu will definitely lose. We will never rely on others to protect Wenfu's safety. We can't lose with Changli here!"
"Wei Changli... is indeed the hardest bone to crack in the Eight Prefectures."
Boss Qing was also very afraid, watching the countless murderous auras pouring into the sky crazily, where was the place where Wei Changli and Cizhao people were fighting.
This was the first time in so many years that Wei Changli had such a strong murderous intention, and his spiritual power merged with his infinite murderous intention.
The three chapters of the Fierce Dragon Stele, the Shimen Stele, the Heavenly Way Stele, and the Ten World Posts each have their own unique abilities.
Cizhao people have an immortal body, and ordinary methods are impossible to kill them. Only the War Snake Monument that can gather the murderous energy between heaven and earth can succeed.
"Giant pythons have been multiplying since then, and they often live for thousands of years. The long road is covered by daylight, and the green streams are steaming with poisonous smoke. The dragons are fighting in the vast sea, and the flat land is filled with blood."
Cizhaoren watched Wei Changli wave his hand, and a world-destroying python loomed behind him, occupying half of the sky. A penetrating chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he was blocked by three major inscriptions.
If he received this blow head-on, Ci Zhaoren felt that he would be seriously injured even if he did not die.
Ci Zhaoren put his palms together and muttered words.
The red sun and the white sun burst out with bright light, and two beams of light crossed the sky, breaking through the suppression of the three major inscriptions.
When the brilliance was at its peak, it separated into six huge dragons, roaming the sky with great majesty. Ci Zhaoren was the king of this world!
"The Eight Prefectures stole the light of this world and disrupted the ancient order. Now it's time to pay the price. Only Baiyang God is the eternity of this Yuling Continent."
"White Sun Magic, Six Dragons Return to the Sun!"
Everyone in Qingdu looked up at the sky. One was black and the other was white. Both sides refused to compromise.
In contrast, Wei Changli, as the head of the Wen Mansion, is like a murderous god in the world, while Ci Zhaoren, who represents evil, shines all over the world.
The last stroke has been made, and the most terrifying snake-killing monument among the ten stickers in the world is finally completed.
The world-destroying python rushed into Baiyang with Wei Changli's most determined murderous intention. Baiyang's magic is also the top magic in the Yuling Continent. Six dragons and one python are entangled together, and every confrontation makes the sky stormy.
Discoloration.
The murderous aura is dissipating, and the light of the white sun is also dimming.
Wei Changli cut his palm open with the tip of his nose, his pen sucked up the blood, and when he saw the blood on the Snake Monument, he became even more violent and unstoppable.
The big black snake swallowed Bai Yang and Chi Yang in one gulp. The six dragons were shattered, Bai Yang was extinguished, and a terrifying wave of spiritual power erupted from the sky. It affected thousands of miles away, and many mountain tops were directly shattered. Cizhao Ren
His body turned into countless rays of light and scattered across the Qing capital.
"Did you win?"
"It is indeed Mr. Wei!"
Many scribes have relaxed smiles on their faces. So what if the situation at hand is not good for the Wenfu? They have the peak combat power to reverse everything.
Wei Changli himself felt it was a bit strange. In the Battle of Ziwu Valley, Wen Mansion paid a heavy price to win, but he won too easily.
Of course, the person who knows the most about the Baiyang Sect is the deceased second-generation master of the palace, Xiaoyao Gong. The Baiyang Sect has not appeared in the sun for seven or eight hundred years, and its weird methods make people have to be on guard.
"It's not that simple, don't let your guard down!" Wei Changli's voice spread throughout the Qing capital.
The scattered brilliance of the Cizhao people turned into wisps of light the size of fireflies and spread all over the capital, falling on countless ordinary people. Those who stayed behind closed doors and waited for Wen Mansion to expel foreign enemies had confusion in their eyes.
These weak lights gradually integrated into the human body. An old man on crutches found that his body felt much lighter. His original pain was gone, and he could walk healthily even after throwing away the crutches in his hands.
"What's going on..." The old man was a little strange.
The chattering voice of his wife came from the room, complaining that he drank secretly, complained about all his problems, and was picky from head to toe. The old man had listened to such words all his life, and in the past he had always ignored him.
But at this moment, a wave of irritation welled up in his heart, he picked up a knife from the kitchen and entered the room.
"You bitch!"
The sounds of yelling, cursing, and screams were endless.
Literary scholars flourished in the Qing capital, and tens of thousands of scholars boasted about their achievements. Thousands of years of education in the literary house made it rare for murders to occur in the Qing capital, but this old man was just the beginning of the tragedy.
An emotion that had been suppressed in the darkness began to revive, and everyone became irritable and irritable.
The baby in the room was howling incessantly, but the young mother had fallen into madness.
"Can you shut up and stop crying!"
"How could I give birth to such a thing as you?"
The more the mother spoke, the angrier she became, and she strangled the baby's neck directly...
A young man had long since set his sights on the beautiful woman married to the consumptive man next door, but he did not dare to do anything beyond the limits due to worldly vision and the ethics of the Qing capital.
But today, he rushed into the house like crazy, kicked the consumptive ghost over, and then raped his wife like an animal in the courtyard in broad daylight in front of her husband.
Tragedy is spreading across Qingdu!
After Wei Changli saw the chaos in the Qing capital, he did not help to resolve the disaster. Instead, he stayed away like a bystander.
And he looked at the school that he had devoted all his efforts to protect for thousands of years, with a mysterious smile on his lips.
Wei Changli stepped on the ink cloud and landed step by step in Wen Mansion. Dragons and phoenixes flew around him, and everything he passed was turned into ruins.
The Seven Pavilions built in the clouds were the first to suffer. The Seven Pavilions had all set up extremely powerful spiritual formations, but how could they stop Wei Changli.
Starting from the Bi Tui Pavilion at the top, one pavilion follows another, and the thousand years of prosperity will eventually turn into smoke.
"Master Wei, what are you going to do..."
An old scribe stood in front of Wei Changli. Wei Changli ignored the man's dissuasion. The ink dragon passed through his body and the old scribe's body exploded to death.
The old scribe refused to die with his eyes closed. He never thought that the master of the palace, whom they had admired all their lives, would attack one of his own people.
Wei Changli's unusual movements attracted the attention of many people, and he was heading towards Wen Gongliu step by step.
Wen Gong Willow is the symbol of Wen Mansion. Seeing that Wei Changli wanted to destroy Wen Gong Willow, many people stood in front of the old willow tree.
"Master Wei..."
Wei Changli's expression showed some struggle at first, and then he laughed maniacally.
"Master, master, you have trapped me for eight hundred and fourteen years!"
"Three hundred thousand days and nights, suffering every day, do you know how much pain I endured?"
"I have never slept peacefully in these years. I am afraid that I will dream of the woman I love and the grand scene I long for, and then I can't help but leave this literary house."
"Qi Cifeng, Lu Daoxuan, who can't be the master of the palace? Why should I sacrifice my ideals, sacrifice my freedom, sacrifice my nature, and let me be a golden bird in a cage?"
"This is the shackles of my life..."
After the madness, Wei Changli seemed to have made up his mind. His figure stretched infinitely, and all those who blocked him were swallowed up by ink. The Wengong Willow, which had stood for more than 2,400 years, suddenly collapsed!
"It's better to destroy everything, destroy it completely, and live in peace and quiet!"
The Wen Mansion was reduced to ruins. Without the Wen Mansion, there would be no restraints and he would be free!