Yousha Tianzun has transformed himself into many magical weapons. Those spells come so fast. It is not an exaggeration to say "chasing the wind and lightning", but it is useless. No matter how fast it is, it is useless. No matter how fast it is, you have to wait: waiting for Qi Hongding to cast the spell.
The world was 'stretched'. The devil's cone that was pulled down in mid-air, the ghost general who rose from the evil cloud, the thunder that burst out from the devil's mouth, and so on, all the demon's offensives flew towards Qi Hongding, but
He couldn't fly at all! On the other hand, Qi Hongding sang the four lines of Jue loudly, and his mental movements were calm. It wasn't until his Wushuang City magic realm took shape and the red-clothed city lord appeared that the Netherworld God's magic really attacked - Baili Domain, Baili Domain.
In the inner city, the city lord invited the enemy inside.
The sound of the drums came from nowhere, one after another, and it sounded in the ears but fell in the heart. Each sound was more exciting than the last.
There is a drum in the city, which is so exciting!
The evil demon entered the territory and attacked Qi Hongding directly, but Qi Hongding closed his eyes and listened to the drum. The young man's face was like jade and he smiled modestly. Suddenly he jumped up, with his back bent and his knees raised, his feet raised, his neck raised, his head hanging down, his long hair hanging down, and his arms
He raised his fists and bent his arms... Qi Hongding jumped three feet in the city. At that moment, his body was as if his back was bowed down! Immediately, his body was bowing back, and he fell down. His knees and elbows hit the ground, and he responded with a cry.
Uplifting drum: Boom!
Then he raised his body, raised his head to the sky, watched the evil demons killing and calamity, and looked at the blue sky. He blinked his eyes, twisted his waist and changed his position. He was independent. When he landed, he stepped on the ground with one foot, and then he heard the sound of the heavenly drum: Boom!
He stepped forward and flew forward, rushing ten feet, then suddenly stopped, knelt down on the ground, punched down, and still responded with a drum sound: "Boom!"
He stood up and laughed, lowered his waist and straightened his body, stepped back quickly and stepped on the seven stars, stepping on the drum seven times in a row: dong dong... dong!
Red sleeves are rolled up, red robes are hunting, who can't see that the young man in red should dance with drums! It is dance, but it is neither soft nor charming. Every step he takes seems to make the earth burst. When he raises his head, he seems to pierce the sky, and when he rises, he looks like a dragon.
Fighting against the sea, one hand can lift mountains and shake mountains with one hand. The young man dances a masculine dance. It is sonorous and heroic.
Although dance comes with drums, Dharma is born with the accompanying dance.
When the wind blows, the viburnum flowers fall all over the city; the viburnum flowers drip down, attracting countless bees and butterflies. Qi Hongding waves his sleeves and among the flowers and butterflies, one flower blooms and thirteen swords bloom, one bee makes a sharp edge, and one butterfly becomes a sword; there is a cloud coming
.The light raindrops fell; the rain vapor filled the city, calling for a rainbow. Qi Hongding raised his head fiercely. His long hair soared to the sky. The rainwater all over the sky gathered into a tide, and the rainbow was divided into seven colors. One color made a sword; there was water.
On the ground, the grass was unwilling to be left alone, and sprouted tender green buds. Qi Hongding fell deep among the tender grass buds. He put his hands down and raised his hands, making a gesture of pulling out. There was a fierce sound of the skin drum, and thousands of grass and buds turned into sharp swords and reached the sky.
There is a sense of pride hidden in this: The sword came out of Lishan? Let's look at the unparalleled sword. The young man was always full of energy. When he became the lord of the city, Lishan was already at its peak. He had a hidden intention of competing, but he had no intention of strife.
He just wants to make Wushuang City unparalleled in the world.
Today, I finally have the opportunity to dance with my sword in front of Mount Li to kill evil spirits.
The young man dances endlessly, the winds and clouds change endlessly, and the red dance is his unrivaled elegance and unmatched in the world!
But Qi Hongding was already in tears. Dancing in the city seemed like a world away. Wushuang City could only dream, and there was nowhere to be found in the world... There was no sound of swords, and only the sound of drums echoed in front of the mountain!
The drums are low and low, and when you stand in Xixian Pavilion, you can feel the mountains under your feet tremble slightly.
The dark-colored military horses in the mountains have been cleared away, and the west has become completely silent. It seems that everyone has tried their best and is no longer able to resist.
In one of the two major formations on the West Immortal Pavilion, the Yin Yin drums were slowly being launched. The situation was excellent. Everyone who had fought hard for the rest of their lives in the mountains was happy, but the sky was not beautiful. There were faint cries that continued, mourning that the West was about to be destroyed.
Let the heaven cry and let it cry. It wants to destroy the evil things that reincarnate and destroy the world, but the judge will not allow it.
The sound of the drum was slow, coming from the middle of the Xixianting Mountains, with one blow every seventeen breaths. The first ten sounds were nothing special except for the dullness, but from the eleventh sound, there was a thud, no longer shocking.
The mountain was shaking in the air. Visible to the naked eye, a hundred feet in the sky above the West Immortal Pavilion, with the sound of the drum, a ripple trembled every ten feet in the air, and ten ripples spread in all directions, endlessly for ten miles.
It goes on for hundreds of miles, until the end of the line of sight the ripples are still undulating.
The second drum sounded, and ten more ripples opened two hundred feet above the West Immortal Pavilion. The third drum sounded, and ten layers of air waves rolled up in the three hundred feet sky... In this way, the drums sounded a hundred times, and the sky ten thousand feet was divided into thousands of layers.
, the ripples push the air waves endlessly.
The drums vibrate a hundred times and move a thousand heavens.
After that, the sound of the drum suddenly changed, instead of being slow and deep, it turned into a rapid roar. Looking at the thousands of ripples in the sky, everything was messy. The situation at this moment was like a heavy rain pouring into a huge lake with gentle waves.
The drums are beating, the ripples are chaotic, the sky is chaotic, and when the chaos becomes too much... it collapses!
Breaking through the sky, breaking through thousands of layers of sky. Amidst the shattering air waves, a baby bird jumped out... The eyelids could not be opened, and the down was still a little wet. The little bird that had just hatched was very small.
The chickens aren't much bigger either.
The fledgling was clumsy, with a few sparse lanugo hairs on its head, but its mind was so high that it actually flapped its wings vigorously and flew precariously.
The sound of the drums has become dull again, but the dullness has long since dissipated, and it has become vibrant, as if...the heartbeat, the heartbeat of this universe, is powerful and warm. With the sound of a drum, the moisture in the chick's down is receding; 2.
With the sound of the drum, the yellowish corners of the bird's mouth fade away, and with three drum beats, the fine velvet all over its body turns into fluffy feathers.
In this way, with one drum beat, the young bird will grow up a little; with seven drum beats, the bird will transform into the shape of a homing pigeon and fly steadily, circling slowly around the Xixian Pavilion; with fourteen drum beats, the bird will be like an eagle and a falcon.
The golden crown and feather tail are just beginning to form, but they are not very long; the twenty-eight drums, colorful feathers, and a wingspan of more than ten feet are impressive, and it looks like a beautiful peacock, and it grows faster and faster.
The drum sounded one hundred and twelve times, and the peacock transformed into one hundred and seventy miles away, no longer circling, and quietly suspended in the air. Its huge figure firmly covered the entire West Fairy Pavilion, with its high feather crest, bright body color, and long feathers.
The tail hangs slantly... Look carefully, everything else is right, but what kind of feathers are there on its tail: one 'long feather' is swaying unsteadily, and the long teeth are dancing, clearly... one after another is vicious.
Dragon!
The fairy bird stretches the dragon's tail, an unheard-of monster, so beautiful that it cannot be imagined, but also so cruel that it is beyond words. But it is not over yet - the drum sound changes for the fourth time, it is no longer soft and energetic, only full of anger
, full of killings: drums are like hatred, hatred to heaven and earth!
A series of drums, seventy-seven and forty-nine, sounded like a sharp whip in full bloom. The body of the hundred and seventy-year-old bird trembled with the sound of the drums. The joy and arrogance in the eyes disappeared, and the eyes gradually became as sad as a poisonous blade. The sound of the drums fell for a moment.
, the underworld bird suddenly shattered - the bird was still there, flying in all directions was the color of its mountain, the bright and enchanting colors scattered into pieces, the dark-colored bird, filled with fierce steam, and soon there was a shrill cry, and things full of violent energy vibrated.
He flew away with his wings and rushed towards the darkness of the west.
The Underworld Drum, the endless years in the Yin and Yang Division, has judged the grievances of wandering souls, and entered the drum to create soul charms, condensed into this evil creature that only hates and cannot kill everything in sight;
When the resentful bird flew away, the sky reappeared. It was not until this moment that Su Jing and others discovered that in the sky above the bird, a big red flag was flying fiercely, flying high up, following the bird, also heading towards the west.
How fierce can the flag be? Su Jing looked up at the flag and had no reaction at all. Only the Zhangyi Dragon Sword in his bag suddenly jumped out and erupted with a sonorous sword sound, like the sound of cheers!
Zhang Yi has 'followed' Su Jing for hundreds of years. He has encountered many wonderful spells and powerful enemies, but he has never heard it actively roar.
Nodding with this sword proves that the magic is amazing.
In the Onmyoji Division, countless judges preside over reincarnation, and the endless righteousness accumulated by their unyielding righteousness is the red flag flying ten miles away.
The bird flew to the west, she was in the sky thousands of feet high, and her figure was cast on the ground, crushing the earth. Her shadow was as heavy as ten thousand feet, and as she flew westward, a broad ravine appeared on the ground;
As the flag moves to the west, it is higher up, and its passage can be seen with the naked eye. The eternal green and faint sky of the underworld is quickly filled with cracks, and the righteousness is soaring into the sky, and the sky is shaking.
One is the resentment of the people, and the other is the righteousness of the officials. The two true powers are completely contradictory and complementary to each other. In addition to the Huanghuang Immortal Power killing the enemy, these two grievances and righteousness will also resolve another 'entanglement': the number of qi! Two formations
Take shape and destroy his energy.
The formation struck far away. At this moment, no matter who wins or loses, it can only be said that the magic is perfect. The judge's Xixian Pavilion formation is completely completed. The mysterious light in the Xixian Pavilion mountain appears again. The judges who entered the formation reappear and return to Su.
Jing and others' sight.
No one went to say hello, everyone raised their heads and looked to the west with all their attention...
The two large formations went straight towards the darkness in the west, and there was no entanglement as expected. When the attack came, the moment the bird, flag and the darkness in the west came into contact, there was a loud roar.
In the roar of anger, the bird collapsed, the flag collapsed, and the darkness also collapsed. It was never muddled, and nothing could be more enjoyable: shattering.
The heavy darkness that was pressing on the west border and also pressing on the heart of the Grand Judge was completely shattered! It collapsed, dispersed, and was gone! The little ghost Cha Yaowu couldn't help it, and laughed loudly, but his cheers only lasted for a moment.
The sound came to an end. In the west, the darkness dispersed, but there was still a black peak standing.
The next moment the Tianfeng collapsed...huge black rocks smashed down and rolled to the ground - one black giant spirit after another, a huge mountain that lifted the sky, three hundred black giant spirits!
Everyone in the ‘Xixian Pavilion’ felt a ‘buzzing’ sound in their heads!
In addition to fear and despair, there is also confusion... There are three hundred ink giants, why should they retreat into the darkness! This matter makes absolutely no sense.
Everyone stood blankly on the spot, except Su Jing, Yang Huo, Mo Se, his natural enemy; Twelve Souls, the black giant spirit, the eternal enemy. Seeing the three hundred giant soldiers rushing towards him, the flames around Su Jing's body surged, and he roared high-spirited.
Jumped away.
To the west, there are three hundred giant spirits that are larger than the mountains; to the east, there are young people with flames rolling around their bodies, one person, one sword, and a long sword.
The man breaks through the air, gallops, the sword is raised high, roaring, the sword is moving, and the only thing that can save the defeat is a sword in the hand, a sword that is exchanged for one's life.
No one does not cherish his own life, but Lishan disciples still have two words in their hearts, above "life": to serve for justice.