The calamity cloud pressed down with the force of destroying the city, and the electric light continued to gather and intertwine.
Boom——
Finally, with a thunder, the thunder disaster began.
The Sijing Mountain Crossing glows with four colors of green, red, white and black. Relying on the organ platform and other four scenery, the mountain guarding formation operates, using the power of wind, flowers, snow and moon to offset the thunder.
Henghua squinted his eyes and secretly circulated Heluo Bagua.
Fu Xuanxing heard the exchange between the two monks on the observation deck not far away.
"In addition to resisting, the Four Scenery Formation also seems to have absorbed part of the thunder."
"But this method cannot last long. The formation established by our monks has an upper limit of endurance. As the sky thunder continues to bombard, the formation is bound to be penetrated."
"So, we have to erase our soul consciousness before that."
Xiaoyu also heard the discussion over there and asked in a low voice: "Master? How long do you think the Sijing Tower formation can last?"
"One day and one night will do."
Henghua closed his eyes and thought about the Fu family's lightning protection method.
The Fu family chose to use merit and energy as a counterbalance to the thunder tribulation of the three disasters of the Immortal Tribulation.
"If it is a thunderstorm of this magnitude, my Fu family can survive it safely with the thousands of years of good deeds and luck accumulated by my Fu family. From this point of view, if my grandfather chooses the ancient method, it will not be inoperable."
If Fu Danwei chooses the ancient method, then Fu Henghua and Fu Rui should only need to make slight adjustments according to the Nine Turns Alchemy method, and deduce the exercises from thousands of years ago according to the current movement of vitality.
At worst, if you spend another three to five months and continue experimenting with jade figurines, you will definitely succeed.
Boom--Boom--
Dense thunderbolts struck the four-scenery sky wall.
Inside Sijingshan Ferry, Zhou Xiao looked at the thunder in the sky.
Feeling the power of thunder, he was calculating the power of his own thunder disaster.
"My golden elixir will definitely be weaker than this. And the life brand has been recovered, so the chance of becoming an elixir is very high."
After the calculation, Zhou Xiao gained three points of confidence.
Then, he went to see Ji Yunshu compete with others in calligraphy.
On the snowy peak, there is a snowman opposite Ji Yunshu.
Every time Ji Yunshu writes an innate red script, another red script appears in front of the snowman.
The two collide and cancel each other out.
It's just that when counteracting, Ji Yunshu didn't have enough control over certain red texts, so he would be hit by the snowman's magic power and retreat frequently.
Of course, the snow on the snowman's body will collapse a little because of some red text.
"Fellow Daoist Ji can hold on by understanding Taoism through calligraphy. The real trouble is the other three scenes."
Zhou Xiao used his spiritual consciousness to explore the Moon Pool.
Master Ye Long led a group of spiritual painters to paint the moon in the pond.
There is a painting with a quiet and elegant pool and a pale and broken waning moon.
There is a painting depicting a goose-yellow moon with a special Lingyuan color.
There is also a painting of the moon in the sky and the mirror image of the moon in the water.
Although the concept is clever and the painting skills are extraordinary, in Zhou Xiao's opinion, the artistic conception of the incarnation of the water and the moon is not painted at all.
As for the real person Ye Long——
Seeing the moon he painted, Zhou Xiao was speechless: Does this fellow Taoist like painting dragons so much? The theme is obviously the moon, but a coiled silver dragon is drawn in the center of the moon disk.
"Oops - no, the old habit has happened again."
Master Ye Long reacted and quickly started painting again.
Zhou Xiao felt a chill in his heart when he saw this scene.
Then go to Qihua Valley, where the fragrant wind blows up from the sea of flowers, and the petals all over the sky condense into a human figure.
The three chess masters on the opposite side set up their postures and actually let the flower shadow incarnation play chess with three people at the same time.
Behind the three chess masters, there were many chess masters making calculations. Some even projected Hua Ying's chess moves onto Hidden Sword Island and asked the monks on the island to help break the moves.
"United power? Although the idea is good, it may not work."
Finally, Zhou Xiao came to the organ stage.
Fu Yaozhen sat alone on the stage, his clothes wrinkled by the strong wind blowing from the mountain stream.
In front of her was a guqin, with a jade pearl embedded on one end to resemble a swan. The other end is engraved with the word "Autumn Water".
This piano was a gift given to Fu Yaozhen when she was fifty years old by the younger generation of Panlong Island who spent money together.
With a gentle flick, the melodious tinkling sound of beads hitting the water sounded leisurely.
"Master, my song is called "Wind and Thunder", please give me some advice."
Thumb——
The sound of the piano suddenly started, and a thunderbolt from the sky was inspired to fly into the Qiushui Qin.
Then, the sound of wind sounded from the mountain stream, matching the sound of thunder in the smooth sound of the piano.
At this moment, the entire organ platform became Fu Yaozhen's weapon. All the wind and thunder were composed into musical notes by her.
In the strong wind, a blurry figure clapped his hands in surprise:
"Good - good - worthy of being the most proud disciple of the Qin Immortal."
The howling wind echoes in the four scenic mountain streams, using ditches and valleys to form echoes, forming a song "Eighteen Sounds of the Heavenly Wind" imitated by the sound of natural wind.
The sound of wind and thunder echoed in an attempt to regain control of the organ stand from Fu Yaozhen.
Fu Yaozhen's expression did not change, and he played this piece calmly, resisting the wind spirit attack of the old man in Si Jing.
…
Fu Henghua sat on the observation deck, closing his eyes and deduce the fate in Sijing Mountain.
Suddenly, he looked at the chess game projected in the Chess Flower Valley.
One chess player vomited blood on the spot and could no longer continue playing chess with Huaying. Soon, another chess master came to fill in. Facing the increasingly faster pace, he could only rely on the deductions of the people outside the court to cope with it.
In the end, this game was a complete failure.
The chess game in front of him turned into a vast world, directly suppressing his soul.
"It's not good. The fighting skills of this lineage of chess immortals are so dangerous? If they fail, they will be completely suppressed? Even their souls can't escape?"
Subsequently, several other chess masters also failed and were suppressed into the world chess game.
While everyone was talking at the observation deck, three crazy people ran over to play chess with Hua Ying.
Xiao Yu's heart moved: "Could these three people be the same three senior brothers who have gone crazy as mentioned by Miss Fourth?"
Although they were crazy, the three of them were indeed very good at chess. They cut off most of the flowers and lost many of the old man's chess obsessions.
Du Huaiyuan looked at the shrinking shadow of the flowers and thought thoughtfully: "Duan Daoyou is obsessed with music, chess, calligraphy and painting. When he became enlightened, his obsession with the four arts became an obstacle. So, he cut off the four obsessions. Only in the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting Only when Xiang is satisfied can it be considered a true 'win in the fight'?"
At this time, a ship slowly sailed from the north.
There was a Taoist priest standing on the bow of the boat. He said loudly: "Master, your later disciples are incompetent, and no one can accompany you to the world. Why don't you let your disciples play chess with you? If I win, you will Give up the position of the owner of Sijing Building."
Seeing this person, the surrounding people started talking.
Henghua understood immediately.
This person is the chess cultivator who was expelled from the door wall by the old man Si Jing. Like Ji Yunshu, he is also a Jindan cultivator.
"From this point of view, among the four arts, only Sister's cultivation may be the weakest."
Henghua had an idea and secretly drove Xin Yuan to sneak into Sijing Mountain.
Henghua smiled when he heard "Wind and Thunder" played on the organ stage.
"What a coincidence!"
He passed on the two hexagrams of Zhenxun in "Bajishu" to Fu Liuhui.
"Sister, study it carefully and integrate it into your wind and thunder."
The earthquake is thunder and the sun is wind. These two hexagrams explain the principles of natural wind and thunder, and Fu Yaozhen noticed the mystery, which is consistent with "Wind and Thunder Yin".
Thunder and strong wind, majestic.
The girl cleverly borrowed the power of thunder from the sky, overwhelming the wind in the sky, and suppressed the obsession of the piano fairy of the old man in Si Jing.
However, her power can only suppress it, but cannot truly resolve the "Qin Madness".
"My Feng Lei Qin Yi is not as good as the Golden Core. The two hexagrams I borrowed from my younger brother, Zhen Xun, are also inferior."
But if the other three obsessions dissipate, Fu Yaozhen can use that trace of energy to forcibly destroy the fourth obsession.
"So, Sister A, you have to wait for others to get it first?"
Xin Yuan returned to Niwan Palace.
The chess master on the boat was still shouting, but there was no response from the Sijing Tower.
In the Chess Flower Valley, all the chess masters were suppressed by Tiandi Zhenlong.
"If you call Po Tianlai, Master Duan won't open the door for you."
On the water, Ji Mingfeng strolled in.
Looking at the chess master, he shook his head and said: "Your chess skills are not good, not good."
The map of the West Sea rose, and two huge waves knocked the chess player into the water.
Ji Mingfeng came to Fu Henghua.
"My dear brother, Master Duan has become a Taoist. Can you please visit the Chess Flower Valley?"
"I?"
Heng Hua smiled bitterly: "Brother, although I know a little bit about all kinds of arts and disciplines, but I'm just on the side, asking me to solve the treasures of heaven and earth? Impossible, impossible."
He is self-aware that his chess skills cannot win.
"You can't, but someone can."
Ji Mingfeng pointed to the sky: "Those two from Erlongjian can be invited to help."
As he spoke, he handed Henghua a scroll of drawn spiritual pictures.
Then Ji Mingfeng walked up to Sijing Mountain in a chic way.
"Huh? How did he get up there?"
The chess master came out of the water and saw Ji Mingfeng entering Sijing Mountain, and quickly followed him.
But as he approached, he was pushed by a burst of light and fell dozens of miles away.
Henghua hesitated and stood up slowly.
"Master——"
Xiaoyu and Hengshou said in unison.
"Don't worry, I'm very lucky."
Henghua opened the spiritual map, but it was a landscape painting of Erlongjian painted by Ji Mingfeng. Judging from the quality, it must be at least a hundred years old.
"Brother Fu Liu, if you can't break it, let's forget it, right?"
"It's true that I can't break it, but as Brother Ji Dao said, you can ask for help from outside the field. Anyway, it's always a good thing for my family to have an additional Tribulation Immortal Master. My grandfather will be able to get through the calamity in the future, and he may be able to invite a reinforcement. .”
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