The sky in Xingcheng bloomed with colors that had never been seen before.
It's like the blue of the sea of stars, the red of the scorching sun, and the golden yellow that seems to cast a shimmering light on everything in the world, plus the dark clouds that have been blown away from the corners of the sky, and the sky. The steaming water vapor that was boiled white made everything witnessed by everyone on this day seem like a dream...
The rain stopped, the sun mixed with various colors of light, and everything seemed like it had never happened.
But whether it is the rainwater that has not yet evaporated in the city, or the mud mixed with sawdust and dust under the flood, or the mess caused by rags and clothes, it truly tells everyone that the previous apocalyptic scene has indeed happened. pass.
What's more, in the sky at this moment, various colors of light appear and disappear, strong winds are blowing, turbulence is everywhere, and everything between heaven and earth becomes... Get weird.
The people were all in shock. After leaving the mire of heavy rain, everyone hid under what they thought was a sturdy building and covered their bodies with anything that could cover their bodies, as if this could help them resist the power of God and escape. One calamity.
And in the Summer Palace, the monks who are still here still look like they are surviving the disaster. Even the cultivators who are only in the lower three realms can clearly feel the heavy weight that just pressed on their bodies, which makes people feel uncomfortable. The pressure of losing all fighting spirit disappeared, and was replaced by something vague and as plain as water.
In the sky, the fierce fight seemed to surpass the power of heaven and earth, which further proved this point.
The human race has top powerhouses coming to help, take action! !
On the high platform in front of the palace, Qianxue let out a deep breath, as if she had been suppressing it for a long time. Shadow relaxed his shoulders slightly, but Hua Yu stood behind Luo Chuan, with a horrified face, but his body did not waver at all.
The dark flying sword above Luo Chuan's head was still floating in the sky and became stable again. It no longer had the crazy trembling and swinging at the previous moment. He raised his head and looked at the golden net in the sky that was recovering and extending bit by bit. , then looked at the three phantoms of the ancient demon that were still hovering, and suddenly raised his right hand high, holding the jet-black flying sword in his hand, summoning his true energy and said loudly, "Everyone!!"
His voice spread inside and outside the altar, immediately attracting the attention of everyone including the three sect leaders Ling Anzi, Zhong Shuye, Wan Qingsi and Xian Youzi. When all the monks focused their attention, he Then he continued, "After Lu Zu passed away and the barbarians attacked, everyone thought that the human race was at the mercy of mermaids. When the big demon attacked, the people could only be slaughtered and the monks could only retreat!"
His eyes swept across the whole place, not caring at all that another round of collision between demonic energy and true energy in the sky was like a doomsday natural disaster. The rolling sound waves came from top to bottom, shaking the world, but after that, his voice sounded again, like the sky Everything in it is shocking, just to add to the excitement of his words, "But today, in Xingcheng, Hanzhou, southwest China, on the day of the Annan Conference on Taoism, I am here with you all to witness something. , that is, our human race has been in Zhongzhou for nine hundred years. Even without Lu Zu, there are still people who are not afraid of death! They will not give in to the demons! Even if the demons attack, they will not take a step back!"
"This is the true meaning of the discussion at the Annan Conference. It is the way that monks like us should practice when the human race is in danger. It is a feat that can be spread all over the world to calm the hearts of the world." Luo Chuan raised his long sword high, and there seemed to be something in his eyes. There was a ball of flame, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, like gold and iron, "Use the power of the heavenly demon to sharpen your Taoist heart, and use the fearless energy to wash away your true meaning. You and I can be proud of you!"
He swung the jet-black flying sword into the sky and moved it forward with one hand. Pulling it with his free hand, the flying sword shot to the top of the Daoist Stone. He carved two small characters "Luochuan" and waited until the flying sword returned to him. Suspended behind him, he spoke again, "This Annan Conference has concluded its discussion. All monks still in Xingcheng can leave their names on this discussion stone. The stone will be sealed tonight and erected outside the Summer Palace tomorrow. It will be admired by hundreds of millions of people and will last for thousands of years!!"
Luo Chuan stood in front of the high platform with piercing eyes. He paused for a moment and waited until everyone understood before he said, "Finally, please invite Cangyan Sword Sect, Jinjianmen, Tingfeng Pavilion, Xiaoyao Valley, Youxianmen, Hundred Beasts Mountain and Bixia Palace. The seven masters and masters will follow us into the palace to discuss matters."
As soon as the words fell, there was silence everywhere.
Then a golden light shot down from the sky, and three words were engraved behind Luo Chuan's name on the Taoist Lun Dao Stone. Then an old voice sounded above the altar, "Pin Dao Qimingzi, the current headmaster of Cangyan Sword Sect, Li Junjun Master, I am here to protect the Dharma, so you can enter the palace with peace of mind."
Luo Chuan raised his head and glanced, then nodded. After looking at the six masters on the altar again, he turned and walked towards the main hall. Only two of the Wangchuan sword cultivators were left here waiting to carve their names. The others Everyone followed Luo Chuan into the palace. After everyone from Li County left, Yun Sanshan, the prefect of Guang County, retracted his gaze from the figure in the sky, glanced at the people in the altar, sighed softly, stood up and left. Behind him, a man in black flew towards Lundao. Shi looked on, waving his hand and engraved Yun Sanshan's name after Qimingzi.
Ling Anzi, the headmaster of the Golden Sword Sect, frowned slightly when he saw this and stood still without moving. On the other side, Zhong Shuye and Wan Qingsi disappeared from the same place, and when they reappeared, they were already on the high platform in front of the palace.
Zhong Shuye walked into the hall without looking back. Behind him, a group of disciples followed closely.
Wan Qingsi, holding the strange beast in her arms, turned back and glanced at the Taoist Stone. In just one step, her name was ranked behind Zhong Shuye. She snorted coldly and then led a group of disciples towards the main hall.
Ling Anzi's frown deepened. He just raised his head and glanced at the various lights blooming in the sky, like festive fireworks. The dust of existence was swept away, and he took a step forward to the high platform in front of the palace. He walked slowly with his hands behind his back, without leaving his name on the Taoist stone.
But after him, Xian Youzi, the headmaster of Youxian Sect, Hongxiaozi, the headmaster of Baishou Mountain, and Qingshanzi, the headmaster of Bixia Palace, still did not hesitate at all and entered the palace only after leaving their names on the Taoist Stone.
Then came the monks from the four counties, the disciples of each sect, and the great monks in the casual cultivators of each family. They used their swords to carve words one by one. Everyone was solemn, and they carved each stroke carefully, as if they were carved on the Taoist stone. It is not just a simple name, but a Taoist heart that slays demons and beasts.
As more and more names were written on the Taoist stone, the extraordinary stone that contained the meaning of Tao seemed to bear an incomparable weight, and it actually pressed three points lower on the altar.
It seems to have become spiritual.
The monks carved words in silence and left in silence, but no one with a sword left this disaster-ridden city.
Some of them walked out of the Summer Palace, controlled flying swords and walked in the city. Whenever they encountered the suffering of the people, they took action, often saving people's lives with just a little effort. The sky observes the earth and observes itself, and then wields the sword in the sky, cutting off the strands of evil energy falling from the sky, and so on...
On this day, in the prosperous city.
Monks on the mountain one by one.
Sword.
Into the mortal world.
