Chapter 392 Heavy fog flows down the river and the Monument of Zhuke
The people in Cizhao couldn't find Jiang Gu, and he was a little angry. If he couldn't be found, the attack on Qingdu this time could not be said to be a victory. Two things were indispensable.
A ray of white flame rose up in the palm, twisting and jumping as if to convey some message, Ci Zhaoren's brows furrowed.
"Disorder City? It's not a very easy place to deal with."
One wave after another came up, and Cizhao people suddenly felt that it was a bit difficult.
"We must not let him enter Discord City, otherwise we will be in trouble!"
Cizhaoren took some strong men from Baiyang Sect and went straight to Dishui City. The remaining people were responsible for getting rid of the old scribes from Wen Mansion. Boss Youqing was not worried about any accidents here in Cizhaoren, let alone
There are still a lot of strong people in the Nine Elders Association.
Wei Changli is the person who stands at the top of the Spirit Controlling Continent. He has commanded the world for 800 years and overlooked all living beings. From enlightenment to the present, he has never been defeated. Now he holds Wenfu's most powerful Spirit Controlling Artifact, the eighty-one volume of "Wonderful Wonders of a Hundred Worlds".
, actually lost!
Wei Changli's face was pale. He was completely defeated in "Wonder of a Hundred Worlds". The torture of the six realms of disasters also made him mentally depressed, and his life was already hanging by a thread.
"If you hadn't been injured by Cizhao, even I wouldn't have been able to defeat you!" Boss Qing was also seriously injured.
"It is fortunate that you did not die in the hands of others. You can only die in my hands. Along with Wen Mansion, you will become the smoke and dust of Yuling Continent."
Boss Qing's spiritual power connected to the sky, and an extraterrestrial meteorite penetrated the sky. People in Qingdu looked at the sky and felt that the end of the world was coming.
"Tianxin Mansion's Star-pulling Technique? Will Wen Mansion's Millennium Holy Land be destroyed in my hands after all?"
Wei Changli had already anticipated today's situation and knew that Yu Shenji's words were never wrong, but he was still a little unwilling.
In the majestic momentum, Wei Changli was swaying in mid-air like fallen leaves in the wind, helpless.
"Run away, run away..."
This meteorite was as big as the sun and the moon, and Qingdu fell into a huge panic, but a figure appeared above Qingdu.
This figure was thin and frail, but it blocked the meteorite without hesitation.
"Master Wei, it's Master Wei..."
At this moment, Wei Changli was covered in blood and had completely lost his former elegance and grace. He was struggling to prevent the Qing capital from being destroyed by the meteorite.
In the Qing capital, Wei Changli's reputation was very poor, and the reputation of prodigal Wei Ruanruan was well known to both women and children.
But it was this man who was ridiculed by their jokes who was fighting for their lives, especially the empty wound in his abdomen left by the Six Realms Disaster, which showed everyone what a brutal battle he had gone through.
Wei Changli has reached the point of exhaustion. How can he block such an attack? After his body was smashed into dust, he flew up again and again. If he could not stop it, Qingdu would be wiped out...
All the ridicule in the past turned into guilt, and people in Qingdu even covered their faces and cried.
As the master of the palace, this old man is resisting all disasters for them.
"ah…."
Wei Changli relied on his tenacious will to wake himself up, and with a roar, he used his remaining spiritual power to transfer the meteorite to Xiandu Mountain.
Thousands of feet of flames rose up, illuminating Wei Changli's steely face.
Wei Changli clutched his chest, showing signs of fatigue.
"No, I can't fall down yet"
He was the last barrier in the Qing capital. Wei Changli tried hard to keep himself from falling, but he had lost all his fighting skills.
"Wei Changli is incompetent, unable to protect the foundation of the Wen Mansion, and unable to protect the people of the Qing capital. Now he can only die to open a way for you to live."
"At that time, the yin and yang were in chaos, and I couldn't tell the difference between the cool and the cool. I was surprised by the color of the sky, and suddenly there was a heavy fog. Although I couldn't see it, I could only hear the sound of the golden drum."
Wei Changli's voice spread to every corner of the Qing capital. When the scribes heard the voice, they all sat cross-legged with solemn expressions and at the same time recited this ancient famous poem.
"At first, it's like a mist, so you can hide the leopard in the south mountain; gradually it becomes full, and you want to lose sight of the leopard in the north sea."
Shen Da Chi directly fought back Song Yingzhong in front of him and chanted.
"Then it connects to the high sky and descends to the thick earth, which is vast and boundless."
"The whale salamander comes out of the water and makes waves, and the dragon dives into the abyss and exhales."
"It's also like the rain of plum rain, the rain of spring brewing the cold, the mist of rain is deserted, vast and long."
For a time, a huge fog began to envelope the Qingdu. Even the power of the enlightened people in this fog was suppressed to the extreme, and the people of the Baiyang Sect were even pushed out of the fog.
""Ode to the River in Heavy Fog"!" Boss Qing's face darkened. "Do you want to escape?"
Doors appeared in the mist. Women and children walked in front, with young men and women guarding them on the sides. They supported each other and walked in.
With the fall of the Qing capital, many people from the Baiyang Sect have rushed to the Wen Mansion Landscape Pencil. Just as they were about to rush in and loot the Wen Mansion, stone tablets slowly rose up one after another, surrounding the Wen Mansion in the center!
Wei Changli vomited blood in his mouth, but there was still no hesitation in writing.
"The jade of Kunshan contains the treasure of easy-going."
All the scholars also abandoned the place in front of them and rushed back to the Wen Mansion, using their little spiritual power to write by force.
This inscription has unpredictable power, and even the old scholars could not understand its meaning. A mouthful of blood spurted on the stone tablet, and some even fell directly in front of the stone tablet.
The person fell, but the pen never touched the ground. Someone later took over the pen and started writing again.
"The pearl of the moon hangs down, and the sword of Tai'a is obeyed."
"Ride on the thin horse, build the flag of the emerald phoenix, and the drum of the tree spirit."
These scholars used their lives to leave blood and words on the stone tablets. A mysterious power burst out together on the stone tablets, and anyone who tried to get close would be knocked away.
Song Yingzhong wanted to rush away with the strength of Wangxian Ninth Realm. After all, there should be many treasures in Wen Mansion.
But hundreds of stone tablets rebounded all his strength, and even Song Yingzhong himself fell to the ground and his blood boiled.
"This is the ten-piece memorial tablet in the world!"
Boss Qing saw that Wei Changli had opened a way out for the people of the Qing capital with "Ode to the River in Heavy Fog", and also erected one of the ten most famous monuments in the world to protect the Wen Mansion, but he himself was ready to perish!
After doing all this, Wei Changli was completely exhausted, his hair was all white, his face was withered, and his figure was shaky.
One hand supported him so he didn't fall down.
"Kaibao?" Wei Changli reluctantly smiled when he saw Feng Kaibao.
"Master Wei..."
As Feng Kaibao's most talented disciple, he had never seen the indomitable Wei Changli look so weak, and he felt a little sad for a moment.
Even the hand he was supporting felt that Wei Changli was light and fluttery, as if a gust of wind would blow him over.
"Master Wei, we still need to delay for a while before the people in "The Fog Falling Over the River" can escape from the Qing capital!"
"Okay, let me..."
Before he could even finish a sentence, Wei Changli started coughing violently. The disasters from the six realms were tormenting this skinny old man all the time.