After saying that, the Arctic Cold Spider continued to pull the poppy up to the city wall.
When the black demon saw the poppy running away, he was a little angry, tilted his head, and chased after her.
"Hey!" Suddenly, thunder and lightning shrouded the sky in front of him, blocking his steps.
The black demon took a few steps back, squatted down, and tilted his head to look at Ling Muyun, as if his charred body had nothing to do with it.
Squatting quietly, for a moment, the air was still.
"Don't move..." Ling Muyun seemed to be talking to himself, or to the black demon: "In "Grand Master's Thunder Zhengfa", there is such a sentence before almost every formation, 'Reciting the ultimate meaning, thinking the third step' 1. "Thunder Principle", I have never been able to understand it. It was not until Brother Kuang played Guangling Powder with a murderous aura that I finally gained some understanding."
"The green dragon in the east breathes clouds and gloomy air, shouts thunder and makes a sound;
The White Tiger of the West, with heroic qualities and clear voice;
The red bird in the south, the six sacred images, the sound of the blue sky;
Northern Xuanwu, born from Taiyin, governs all spirits. "
Ling Muyun's voice was clear and clear, neither happy nor sad. Every time he chanted a mantra, he made a mudra.
"The four beasts salute and use thunder. Thunder technique: the four beasts suppress evil!"
After the incantation was over, there were bursts of thunder between heaven and earth.
Four arms-thick thunder and lightning suddenly rose from all directions of the black demon, reaching straight into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the thunder descended and transformed into four clear figures of divine beasts at the four corners of the formation.
Blue is the dragon, white is the tiger, red is the vermillion bird, and black is the black basalt. The whole body is surrounded by thunder, and it is indescribably domineering.
"When Ling Hao used the four beasts to suppress evil, there was no scene like this." The Northwest King nodded and praised.
"Your Majesty, if there is this kind of momentum outside Dingbei City, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back." There was no jealousy in Tu Haojie's words, but a look of pride on his face.
"This formation was chanted for too long, and the formation was broken by avoiding all directions." The Northwest King comforted Tu Haojie.
"Your Majesty, if this is over, I will go back to Yiyang first." Ji Kuang saluted the Northwest King and said.
"There is no need to belittle oneself. Each martial art has its own secrets. If you practice diligently, you will be able to make up for your shortcomings."
The Northwest King's words made Ji Kuang want to leave now.
Ling Muyun's thunder technique was indeed unique. How come it came to the attention of the Northwest King that diligence can make up for one's weakness?
Speaking of diligence, how can Ling Muyun be diligent?
In the end, I ended up feeling "clumsy".
"If you don't know how to comfort, then don't comfort." Ji Kuang muttered with a bitter look on his face.
"Ling Muyun is at a loss!" The Northwest King waved his hand, asking Jingzhuang to let him go: "The black demon is cunning and won't move in the formation, so the four beasts to suppress evil become just a decoration."
Standing up with the support of Jingzhuang, Xishang continued: "Ling Muyun can't compare to a stick of incense with such power. He is still young."
"Ah?" When Meiren heard this, she couldn't help but feel anxious. Just as she was about to turn over the wall, she was blocked by the Northwest King.
"I haven't moved for a long time. This alien race has forgotten me, Sima Wei!"
The Northwest King squatted slightly, abandoned his left and right sides, and jumped out of the city.
"Click", the bluestone several feet wide on the city wall cracked with several lines.
"boom!"
There was another loud noise, accompanied by a slight tremor of the earth and the mountains, and the Northwest King fell to the bottom of the city.
A wave of wind and waves almost caused Ling Muyun to lose his figure.
"My dear nephew, remove the formation!"
Seeing that Ling Muyun was distracted for a moment, the Northwest King spoke again: "If the black demon does not stay still and collides with the formation, you have a 30% chance of killing it and a 50% chance of winning."
"You are proud enough. Leave the rest to me."
After hearing this, Ling Muyun obediently withdrew the formation and took two steps back, but the lightning around him was still crackling.
The black demon stood up, propped up his head with his hands, stopped tilting his head, and stared blankly at the iron-tower-like Northwest King.
"snort!"
The Northwest King snorted coldly and walked towards the black demon step by step.
The black demon moved.
His figure was like a ghost, and he punched straight towards the Northwest King.
"puff"
The black demon's boxing style was very strong, and everyone on the city wall was secretly worried for the northwest king.
Unexpectedly, this punch was directly grasped by the northwest king's big palm-like hand.
There was a muffled sound.
Before Hei Yao could strike with another punch, the Northwest King grabbed Hei Yao and threw him back and forth on the ice.
Ren Hei Yao's resistance in the air became weaker and weaker.
It wasn't until a big hole two feet deep appeared on the ice and the black demon stopped moving that the Northwest King picked it up and looked at it for a moment: "At that time, I should have named this thing ghost. Red demon and black ghost would sound more nice. Hey, That’s all.”
After saying that, he threw the black demon to the ground and stamped on his head.
Like a watermelon bursting.
"Open the door!" The Northwest King shouted to the city gate, and the gate creaked slowly open.
"My dear nephew, why are you still standing there? Let's go into the city." The Northwest King gasped, as if every step he took was exhausting his body's energy.
He looked completely different from his domineering appearance just now.
"Oh!" Ling Muyun finally realized that the person calling him "nephew" was himself.
Following the Northwest King, he mustered up his courage and asked, "Your Majesty, I have something unclear..."
"Hey! Is there anything obvious about it? Vajra's Fury is this kind of skill. If it weren't for the inconvenience of carrying my vajra, I could kill this black demon with just one vajra. How much effort would it take?"
The Northwest King spoke a bit too much and seemed out of breath. He took a deep breath and continued: "You have not reached the master realm, so you cannot experience the happiness of the master realm. If you reach the realm of Master Zhang, you will be even happier. "
"What kind of realm is Master Zhang?" No one had ever mentioned the division of cultivation realms to Ling Muyun. The Northwest King's words couldn't help but arouse deep curiosity in him.
"Perhaps we have reached the heavenly realm!" The Northwest King nodded: "That's almost it."
"My lord, what state do you think I am in?" Ling Muyun spoke in a low voice.
No one had ever told him how the realms of cultivation were divided, and the records in the book were only a few sentences, making it impossible to refer to.
In front of me is the Grandmaster-level Northwest King. Regardless of asking, I always feel that it is a shortcoming.
"Those clans in the south of the Yangtze River are clearly divided, from the first to the seventh rank, Confucianism, Taoism, martial arts, and sorcery. In my opinion, those below the master level are all called cultivators. Only when they reach the realm of pseudo-grandmasters are they worthy of showing off.
The Northwest King walked very slowly: "The three realms of Grandmaster, Heavenly Man, and Heavenly Lord all have a pseudonym, because the breakthrough in these three realms is the most important dividing line for cultivators. The Grandmaster realm is separated from the ordinary body, and the Heavenly and Human realm , you can open the Heavenly Gate and ascend at any time. The legendary Heavenly King Realm, well, I have never seen it before."
"Is Laijiu also in the Grandmaster realm?"
"no!"
"I thought Laijiu was a hidden master, at the Grand Master level. It seems that he was able to pretend last time." Ling Muyun waved his hand: "Next time I see him, I must scold him."
"Lame Jiu, he should be in the realm of pseudo-celestial beings." A hint of cunning flashed through the invisible eyes of the Northwest King.
"Is Lai Jiu a mountain slip?" Ling Muyun felt a chill on his back and couldn't hold his tongue straight, so he asked vaguely.
"Yes or no, when he comes back, you can ask him personally."
"Come back? Where has he gone?"
"He's going to the Black Cloud Vortex! Don't worry, he's living well. I look at his spiritual lamp, and I'm afraid he's drinking with a foreign race."
"Evocation lamp?"
"The Zhuge Family's soul-calling lantern will be extinguished upon death." The Northwest King did not mention Ling Hao and Ji Fengxian, who also had soul-calling lanterns.
It’s not that the Northwest King deliberately concealed it.
The soul-calling lantern takes a person's soul and hides it in the lamp using Zhuge's magical method. If the lamp is not extinguished, it means that the person is still alive. If the lamp goes out, it means that the person has passed away.
It may seem subtle, but it must be treated with caution. If a wealthy person accidentally knocks over the soul-calling lamp, the owner of the lamp may become seriously ill or die.
"As for the foreign races, I am a warrior and I don't know much, so I have to keep my mouth shut. If you want to know, just ask the Heavenly Master." The Northwest King knew what Ling Muyun was going to ask next, so he simply spoke first to save himself a while. Neither does it matter if you answer, nor does it matter if you don’t answer.
Tu Haojie and others came to the city gate to greet him, and the Northwest King sat on his chariot again, looking limp.
“General Tu, arrange a banquet.
