Two powerful forces in the sky collided, bursting out with boundless brilliant light, like tens of thousands of artillery exploding in the air, crushing layers of clouds and spawning layers of smoke.
True Lord Yanyu had disheveled hair, holding a halberd and glaring with anger. Two divine lights in his eyes penetrated the dense clouds to look for his opponent. Suddenly, hundreds of runes poured out, all taking the form of Ling Weichu, surrounding him!
"I thought this would trap me!" Yan Yu consumed ten drops of blood essence to activate the three-karma spiritual fire planted in his body. The three-karma spiritual fire is said to be able to burn everything in the world, and it is the dream of weapon refiners and alchemists. Treasure.
As soon as the fire came out, it spread to the surrounding area like a prairie fire.
The raging fire burned his liver and gallbladder. As expected, Ling Weichu did not retreat even half a step, and drew a talisman in the air. As soon as he moved, the hundreds of "Ling Weichu" surrounding Yan Yu also moved.
The talismans seemed to be carved from the same mold and formed together. In an instant, they were like a hundred closed giant doors occupying all directions. The fire was trapped between the giant door talismans, bumping left and right, with no way out.
"This is impossible, I'm going to burn it all!" Yanyu's halberd rolled up the flames and threw it with all his strength again. The powerful weapon carried the fire and broke through the sky, dragging a trace that tore the space and rushed towards Ling Weichu.
Ling Weichu's eyes showed the vicissitudes of life, and his handprints changed. The huge door in front of him suddenly opened, revealing a dark and deep space crack. There was a suction force that sucked the cross halberd into it and disappeared.
Bang, the giant door closed.
Blood spilled from the corners of Yan Yu's mouth, and his teeth were bared. His connection with the cross halberd was forcibly severed, "What a great method! Can you give it back to me?!"
"No, behind this Talisman Gate is a barbaric land that I don't even know where it is. Hehe, it could also be the void." Ling Weichu didn't let himself laugh, and solemnly focused on forming seals on his own, one hundred Talisman Gates. They opened wide together, and flames poured in one after another.
Yan Yu was horrified and tried his best to put the spiritual fire back into his body, "How dare you!"
"Are you admitting defeat?" Ling Weichu asked.
"Do you know who I am!"
Ling Weichu frowned and shouted sternly, "Do you admit defeat or not?"
Yan Yu's eyes widened, as if he found some trace on that old face, "It's you, Ling Dao!"
"Who is Ling Dao?" He calmed down and collected his anger. Offending Yan Yu now would be detrimental to the Zhou clan. "I am Ling Weichu."
Bang bang bang, the giant door closed and disappeared.
Yan Yu held on to the remaining small cluster of three-karma spiritual fire, feeling so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. It would take him a hundred years to raise it back!
He looked at Ling Weichu, angry and confused. Victory and defeat were common for military strategists. He couldn't target his opponent just because he had lost the True Treasure Cross Halberd and most of the Three Industry Spiritual Fires. But when he thought about this person, he looked a bit like Ling Dao. I felt that he was deliberately setting himself up.
"Are you really not Ling Dao?"
"I don't recognize it."
Yan Yu nodded, "That's because I admitted my mistake."
This Ling Zhenjun did not use Fu Linmen's talismans. Besides, he had only met Ling Dao once or twice and was not very familiar with Ling Dao.
That was more than a hundred years ago. Ling Dao is just like his name. He has shown extraordinary talent in cultivation since he was a child, and he is far ahead in the Tao of Talisman. He became a true king at a young age and is ranked as a master of Talisman. He is still the elder of Fu Linmen, and he looks elegant and elegant.
It is a pity that he killed a beloved disciple of Tianjun because of seizing the treasure. Under the pressure of Tianjun, he was publicly executed by Fu Linmen. He escaped midway and disappeared.
His brother was Ling Dao's good friend, but he was angry at his bad character and broke up with him.
Yan Yu stared at Ling Weichu for a few times, feeling depressed in his heart. This battle was going to be a huge loss, "I'll lose."
The two true kings fell to the ground, and Qi Huan was in a bad mood. He actually lost this match.
"It seems that you and I are bound to have a battle." Qi Huan said.
"please."
Qi Huan closed his eyes lightly, the sacred breath rose from his body, and his boundless faith condensed into divine light, transforming into wild geese falling on the sand, sails returning to the far Pu Pu, clear mist in the mountain city, dusk snow in the river sky, autumn moon in Dongting, rain at night in Xiaoxiang, and smoke. The evening bell of the temple and the eight sceneries of the fishing village at sunset.
The mysterious aura scared everyone away.
"The faith technique of the Jingyao Dynasty, the Eight Scenes of Fantasy World!" Luo Yimi said in surprise. He has such a strong power of faith. It seems that he has many followers in Nanfeng Continent.
Shen Buping wondered if he was really ignorant and wanted to prostrate himself before this holiness.
Marquis Jinchi, who heard that there was a true king fighting here and came to watch the excitement, had piercing eyes. Hey, do all the current dynasties follow the path of faith? Is there no one who wants to simply rule the star world?
Compared with the Donglin Dynasty, which has already moved to other star realms, Jingyao has just started, and its beliefs mainly come from conquest.
Qi Huan can be said to have pacified half of the Nanfeng Continent, and the faith he has gathered cannot be underestimated.
Zhan Changfeng did not dare to look down upon him and concentrated on preparing for it.
"Today, I will defeat you!" Qi Huan was neither happy nor angry, with no expression at all, like a stone statue. With his roar, eight scenes surged together, like eight small worlds circling together!
What he establishes is the kingdom, what he regards are his people, and he has control over all the eight scenery!
The strong wind blows through the reeds, startling the flying geese, and there are many shadows of sails on the river in the distance. What is amazing is not the fantasy world, but that each fantasy world is full of the power of faith, making you believe in it involuntarily.
As soon as her idea came out, the eight-pole true realm and the virtual god realm overlapped, and heaven, earth, wind, thunder, water, fire, mountains, and lakes were all realized, forming a world of its own, abandoning the sound of temptation in the power of faith.
"It's not real after all." Zhan Changfeng raised his hand, and the spear of earth, fire, geomantic omen and water penetrated the eight scenes, as if the mysterious force that reshaped the universe penetrated the eight worlds!
The brokenness of every world is the sound of mourning, and it breaks the hearts of those who hear it.
"It's too much! How could it be so much!"
"We can't let her go, we have to teach her a lesson!"
The few monks nearby were greatly affected, and they attacked Zhan Changfeng without any explanation, throwing out their spells and combat skills desperately.
Zhan Changfeng drew out his sword and swept them all aside, his sword intent reaching towards Qi Huan.
Qi Huan's eyes darkened slightly, he didn't expect the Eight Scenes of Fantasy World to be able to stop her, this person's strength was beyond expectation.
"One scene, one world, everything changes in a moment." As soon as he said this, the Eight Scenes of the Fantasy World seemed to be frozen, and even the sword intention that passed through the Eight Scenes of the Fantasy World was stagnant. As he took a step, the world came to life again, and the sword intention It has also wiped him out.
Zhan Changfeng smiled, "You can dodge one blow, but you can dodge millions of them."
Thunder clouds rolled, the sky and the earth were dark, the river was surging, and thousands of thunderbolts were ferocious like dragons, swooping down from the sky. The sudden white light reflected the frightened faces, and the monks nearby fled one after another.
Qi Huan looked up to the sky, with divine light protecting him. His brows furrowed, like an offended god. Eight scenes of fantasy world gathered around him again, and countless prayers and blessings reached into the thunder clouds, as if they were asking for the power of heaven to pull him away. disperse.
The monks who believe in Tao are really in trouble. Zhan Changfeng thought about it, and thousands of purple-gold thunder and lightning struck into the same fantasy world, and the light shined brightly!
The self-repair speed of the fantasy world could not keep up with the destruction of thousands of lightnings. It shattered suddenly and the world trembled.
Qi Huan felt a severe pain in his heart, his eyes were weeping with blood, and a jade disk-shaped Houtian Sacred Treasure in his palm hit Zhan Changfeng, "Those who blaspheme will eventually be blasphemed."
