"How did you know?"
After hearing Chi Yao's words, the tall bronze man's first reaction was shock.
He had been beaten on the head by the opponent before, even if half of his body was sunk into the ground, he didn't panic because he also had many trump cards.
As a banished immortal, the bronze man's life has gone through an extremely long and long time. Moreover, he is not reincarnated, but his real body is in the lower world, so the savings he once made as an immortal have not been lost.
This is the greatest confidence that he can always remain calm and composed no matter what kind of disadvantageous environment he finds himself in. He believed that once he revealed his trump card, he would be able to make a comeback.
But now, before I can reveal this trump card and appreciate the instantaneous change in the enemy's expression from heaven to hell, he is told by the opponent, and he seems to be looking forward to it. What's going on?
Even if he is an immortal, when his biggest trump card is seen through by his enemy, he will inevitably feel a little anxious and imperceptible in his heart. The disadvantageous situation that he originally thought was no big deal suddenly becomes unbearable.
"drink!"
The copper man shouted loudly, like thunder exploding and hundreds of bells ringing in unison. The Gobi desert under his feet suddenly exploded. The golden brass giant stood up in the smoke and dust. Standing with him, there was also a majestic king with a height of 100 feet. Dharma.
The Dharma of the Heavenly King and the Atlas of Flying Immortals are the two hidden cards of the Bronze Man.
Now that one of them has been exposed by humanity, he must bring out another one to meet the enemy.
The aura of the bronze figure offering the dharma image of the Baizhang Heavenly King surged. The dharma image was towering, overlooking all living beings, and its head was almost as high as the dark clouds in the sky.
Chi Yao retreated and returned to the previous cliff. Looking at the sky in front of him that suddenly changed due to the massive amount of heaven and earth energy being extracted and gathered, it seemed like there was nothing there. He just focused on playing with the ruby knife in his hand.
“Although it’s fun to overwhelm others with force, occasionally doing the opposite is also a new kind of fun.”
Without the geographical advantage of Zhulu Mountain, although Chi Yao could barely produce Chi You's Dharma, both the degree of solidification and the duration would be greatly reduced, which was a thankless effort.
Therefore, he had no intention of playing giant hand-to-hand combat with the opponent.
With a thought, a huge amount of vitality swarmed in and filled the Gu object with a ruby-like body and a chopping knife shape.
Buzz——
It was as if a great idea from the wilderness came across millions of years. The red blade seemed to come to life again, and suddenly turned into a startling rainbow, attacking the king of heaven, which was no more than a hundred feet tall!
The bronze man who successfully opened the Heavenly King's Dharma suddenly felt as if he was locked by something extremely terrifying, and a tremor that came entirely from instinct invaded his heart. Although he didn't want to believe it, the bronze man realized deeply that if he couldn't take this move, he would really die!
When life and death are at stake, face is no longer important.
The bronze man slowly raised his hand, and the celestial king standing tall on the sky also raised his arms simultaneously, and the two palms suddenly joined together, blasting out rounds of golden ripples with lingering sounds of birds.
Something seemed to be born in the palm of my hand.
When Chi Yao saw this, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he controlled the ruby knife to quietly slow down his flying speed.
Seemingly slow but actually fast, among the circles of golden ripples, the palms of the Heavenly King's Faxiang gradually opened, and a vivid picture emerged in his palms.
On top of the scroll——
There is a Buddha who is meditating and reciting sutras, and the stubborn stone nods his head.
There is a real person sitting and talking about Tao, while the goddess scatters flowers.
There is a scholar holding a book in his hand, facing Jieshi in the east.
There is a sword fairy flying in the air with his energy, playing the sword and singing.
There is a god general riding a horse and holding a spear, with shining golden armor.
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As an immortal who was once responsible for guarding Tianmen, Tongren is not just a general.
It can be said that before he was demoted, he had seen the most immortals in heaven, because all practitioners in the world must pass through the gate of heaven to ascend.
And he happens to have a treasure that can copy the breath of the people he sees.
So the two of them combined, and this volume of the Flying Immortal Atlas was created.
Every figure on the map was once an immortal who ascended across the Heavenly Gate, and they were not ordinary immortals. For example, most of the ancestors of Longhu Mountain were not qualified to go up. The figures that can be copied are all those who were able to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven seven hundred years ago. They were all the most magnificent and romantic people in the world regardless of the three religions.
Although the power of this volume of atlas is not enough to reproduce all the power of those immortals, every figure in it is still enough to maintain the combat power of the corresponding legal level.
In other words, with this volume of atlas in hand, the burly bronze man can summon dozens of immortals!
With it, the foundation of Qi Jian Yue Mansion is comparable to that of Longhu Mountain.
After all, Longhu Mountain has only ascended to the level of eighty-eight sixty-four immortal masters in the past few hundred years, and most of them are parallel imports, which are not as good as those carefully selected and copied by Tongren.
The picture scroll unfolded smoothly, and Tongxin breathed a long sigh of relief.
Sacrificing it on the top of his head, he instantly felt full of security, and the bell-like voice sounded again: "You are proud of being able to force me to sacrifice this scroll of flying immortals. Now, it's time to pay the price for your reckless behavior!"
The long scroll formed a large circle above the two people's heads, and the phantoms of the once proud men emerged.
This formation alone would probably frighten the courage of ordinary land gods, such as Zhao Xuansu and his like.
But Chi Yao was different. His eyes when he looked at the phantoms of immortals above his head were not filled with awe or fear, but instead were filled with strange fanaticism and greed.
It was like... seeing a sumptuous meal!
Quietly licking the corner of his mouth, Chi Yao suddenly understood the mood of Xie Ling, the heart-eating demon he met at Yatoulu Inn.
""Snake Swallows the Elephant" is indeed a magic book. Although it is too cruel and bloody to be tolerated by civilized society, it does point directly to the root of the Tao - that is struggle! Cultivation is to go against nature, and immortality is even more important. Compete with the sky for fate. As the saying goes, if you follow the rules, you will be mortal, and if you go against it, you will be immortal. Unfortunately, eating the heart and liver is a bit too primitive and low-level... plus it doesn't know how to package it at all, so it is so disgusting. "
Throwing away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Chi Yao recalled the [Humanity Heaven-Slaying Gu] and gently stroked the red jade knife-shaped Immortal Gu. He murmured in his heart: "Immortal Gu is difficult to refine, and it is even more difficult to be promoted. Fortunately, there are The kind man in front of me donated his money to help. Go, go, humanity will kill the heavens, and it will also kill the immortals!"
The Immortal Gu has a spirit, and the [Humanity Heaven-Slaying Gu] also simultaneously transmits thoughts of joy and hunger and thirst, and the red light becomes brighter and scorching.
Whoosh——
On this day, outside Qi Jian Yue Mansion, the sky was full of red light, and the immortals fell like rain.
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All masters who have reached the realm of resonance between heaven and earth will have a feeling of mold lake when other people in the same realm fully mobilize the power of heaven and earth.
The amount of information obtained is closely related to one's own cultivation and divination ability.
Therefore, when the Tongren Patriarch of Qi Jian Yue Mansion summoned the Baizhang Heavenly King Dharma, many masters in Beimang felt it.
If the world of Liyang is a place that the royal Zhao family has always wanted to bring under their control, but has never been able to do so. Then the situation in Beimang's world is even more miserable.
The empress of Beimang was astonishingly clever. As soon as she came to power, she used various means to suppress the world and "adopted the entire Beimang world as her concubines." She once said something like this: The so-called Jianghu are just maids in the dynasty's courtyard, but the level of the maid can more or less reflect the identity and status of the owner of the courtyard.
Therefore, unlike Liyang who tried every means to support one part and weaken the other part, in the eyes of Empress Beimang, the entire Beimang rivers and lakes are already in her possession. If others want to interfere, it is equivalent to touching her. property.
So Yuan Qingshan, the national master of Qilin, and many staff were urgently summoned.
Beimang was the center of the Southern Dynasties, in the palace city of Xijing.
In a quiet attic, beside a gray-black engraved dragon jar of unknown material, stood the most powerful group of people on the northern grassland Gobi.
The person occupying the main position is an old woman wearing an old fox fur. Time has mercilessly carved marks on her body, but she can turn them all into her own outstanding achievements.
She is the most noble woman in the world - Empress Murong of Beimang.
The three people closest to Empress Murong were an old man in Taoist robes, a middle-aged swordsman and a burly man in his fifties.
National Preceptor Yuan Qingshan, Qi Jian Yue Mansion's Jian Mansion Master Huang Qing, and Beimang Military God Tuoba Bodhisattva, who is also recognized as the number one master in Beimang.
Of course, Master Qilin, the leader of Tao Te Sect, has always traveled far and wide. What he has left here is just an incarnation. This is his great magical power that can transform the three pure beings in one breath.
Empress Murong placed her hands on the edge of the cool, rounded vat, squinting her eyes and looking down at the vat of clear water.
This big tank is called [Sting Mian].
To understand it simply, it is also a treasure used to observe luck, and its function is similar to the dragon pond in the mountain behind the dragon and tiger.
But compared to a mere sect, the Beimang dynasty, which occupies one-half of the world, is far superior in terms of human, material and financial resources.
Therefore, the function of this stinging sleeping tank is more than a little better than that of the dragon pond.
Longchi could only observe the increase or decrease in Longhu Mountain's overall fortune. As for why, he didn't know; who did it, he didn't know; and what other effects it had, he didn't know.
But sting tanks are different.
This treasure, jointly created by many strange people in Beimang, can not only cultivate Beimang's own destiny dragon, but also play a role in observing the destiny of others.
It is no exaggeration to say that as long as you stare at this big vat, you can know the general trend of the world and the rise and fall of luck even without leaving home.
This is also the fundamental reason why the empress called everyone over here as soon as she learned that something had happened.
In addition to the empress and her four people present, there were also nine strange people who had been living here in seclusion.
If you look closely, you will find Yelu Guangzhu, a master of astrologers whose ancestors have deduced prophecies for the Beimang royal family for generations, and the number one Qi practitioner in Beimang who is said to be the best at fortune telling...
"National Master, what's going on over there?"
Empress Murong stared at the churning water in the tank and asked softly.
The incarnation of Qilin Master picked up a slender purple bamboo pole from the side, gently stretched it out and made two gestures at the most violent place, and replied: "Based on the location, it is not far from Qi Jian Yue Mansion..."
After saying that, before the empress could continue to ask questions, the purple bamboo pole sank a little further, "Hong Jingyan's tail fell a foot inside the tank. The situation is not good."
"Who is the other party?"
The empress' fingers shrank slightly and she frowned and asked.
Huang Qing next to him also had an anxious look on his face. He was both from the Chess, Sword and Yuefu, and Hong Jingyan was one of the geniuses they valued most, and he was also the most promising person to lead the sect to a higher level in the future.
Now that your luck is declining, something is obviously wrong.
You know, a drop in luck is not as bad as a physical injury.
For ordinary injuries, just take good care of yourself. Even serious injuries such as missing limbs may not affect your luck. For example, the old swordsman Li Chungang, who broke his arm, is still the dominant figure after regaining his former invincible state of mind. The leader of swordsmanship.
Because a person's luck often symbolizes the height he can reach in the future, or his potential.
So Hong Jingyan is... leaving a psychological shadow? Or dying?
Huang Qing frowned, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Yuan Qingshan held the pole and was about to make any move when he saw the boiling in the tank suddenly intensified, and a huge pool of clear water overflowed with a "slop", almost splashing all over their heads and faces.
"What's going on?"
Empress Murong was not panicked, but her brows became more and more frowned.
"Those who can disturb the water in the tank are without exception those who are at least close to the realm of land gods."
Yuan Qingshan explained calmly, "But at this time there are only water waves but no fish and dragons tumbling, so there are two possibilities. First, the other party is already a land god, so he jumped out of the tank and we cannot observe it; second Second, we did not invest in each other’s natal fish in a targeted manner.”
Every fish in this [Stinging Sleeping Tank] has a corresponding direction. They may originally be just ordinary little black fish, but after entering this tank, they will have a mysterious connection with some people. A little contact, turning into a dragon or a salamander, floating up and down, will all be affected by changes in the other party's luck.
"Which one do you think it is?"
Empress Murong's expression showed a hint of displeasure.
Since she regards Beimang Jianghu as her own concubine, she naturally cannot see outsiders coming to disrupt the palace at will.
"Maybe... it's a combination of both."
Imperial Master Yuan Qingshan put away his fishing rod and stroked his beard, and he had probably guessed who it was.
"Will the dragon cross the river?"
The empress snorted coldly, "Go and warn the other party, this is Beimang, this is my territory! No matter who he is, stop it! Tuoba!"
"clear."
The burly man responded, turned and left.
Yuan Qingshan followed Empress Murong's wishes and asked the avatar to pass a sentence.
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On the other side, Chi Yao, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly raised his head and heard a voice from the sky:
"Why don't you stop? You have already offended the Liyang Zhao family, and now you want to come to my country to make trouble in Beimang. Aren't you afraid that from now on there will be no place for you in the world?"
"so what!"
He laughed loudly, his voice shocking everyone, "You are worthy of leaving me without a place to stand on?!"
