Tianmin’s soul-washing spell!
The crisis was looming, and the young female crown was dealing with it, but her eyes were always on the female crown who was casting the spell.
This woman is her master, the master of Jingquan Temple, Ruoquan Zhenren.
The young woman's eyes were unblinking, for fear of missing every movement of the master's technique.
This mantra is the secret divine mantra of Jingquan Temple, which can only be cast skillfully by Da Zhenren with five talisman positions.
She has reached the late stage of Dongxuan cultivation and can barely cast it, but it is extremely difficult. She must call out the altar, summon all the soldiers and horses, fight on foot and step, and cast the spell together.
Before the master practiced self-cultivation, he did not need to line up his troops or recite the incantation. He could just raise his hand to complete the incantation. Now his performance is not as relaxed as in the past. He had to recite the mantra to gain inspiration.
However, this will allow the young female crown to experience Ruoquan's understanding of the divine curse and learn more.
As for the dangers around her, seeing her master's expression as normal, the young lady was not worried.
Unless the demons who enter the governance altar gather here to ambush them.
The curse turned a clear spring, like water without roots, appearing out of thin air and surrounding everyone.
No matter how filthy the surrounding area is, no one can get close to them.
Master Ruoquan cast a divine spell to resolve the urgent needs of the other masters. All the masters were highly cultivated and had experienced hundreds of battles. They immediately reacted and treasured lights appeared on their bodies.
The precious light originates from the respective altars of the gods.
The four of them are all successors of Daomen Palace Temple, and the rituals they practice are all passed down from their masters, which is different from the three official rituals of Daoting.
There is a clear spring in the orifice of the urn altar of the young female crown. The spring water is clear, which is the true shape of the urn of Jingquan Temple.
The other three real people's magic urns are all different. One person's urn is made of cinnabar and yellow talismans, one person's urn has a jade bamboo staff in the altar, and the other person's urn has a golden Yuan Dan the size of a dragon's eye.
If you look carefully, you can also find the differences between the four dharma urns.
The Jade Bamboo Staff is real, but the true forms of the other three urns are illusory. It can be seen that the owner of the Jade Bamboo Staff is cultivating the Golden Seal Altar, while the other three are all cultivating the Soldiers and Horses Altar.
The four of them are all sect masters, Guanzhu and others, and are qualified to inherit the sect and raise Taoist soldiers, so most of them are cultivating the altar of soldiers and horses.
The altar appears.
The three altars of soldiers and horses roared, the eight doors opened, and groups of soldiers and horses filed out, creating a demonic atmosphere.
Not to be outdone, the master who built the Golden Seal Altar pointed towards the altar and moved his lips slightly. He did not hear the sound of the incantation. He only saw the jade bamboo stick in the altar trembling continuously. After a moment, the spiritual light shone brightly.
Inside the spiritual light, the Jade Bamboo Staff was growing at an alarming rate, and in the blink of an eye dozens of people were hugging it.
In fact, it is not the body of the jade bamboo staff that is expanding. It can be seen with the naked eye that the surface of the giant staff is engraved with densely packed strange runes, which are complex but not chaotic, and the laws are strict.
Obviously, this real person is using the altar to cast a strange talisman.
The giant jade bamboo staff expanded to its limit and suddenly exploded, sending countless bamboo fragments flying in all directions.
The bamboo pieces will not hurt anyone, and will fly just right towards the monster soldiers summoned by other real people.
Each demon soldier has a green bamboo piece on his head. In a blink of an eye, the bamboo piece falls towards the demon soldier's top door and merges into its body.
The other three real people had no intention of stopping them, and without receiving orders, the demon soldiers did not dare to resist and allowed the power from the bamboo pieces to enter their bodies.
At this time, the demon soldiers had just been summoned and their formation was not yet formed. As the bamboo pieces merged, all the demon soldiers emitted the same aura.
The auras are connected together, as if they are one body.
The demon soldiers belong to three real people, but at this moment, the qi is completely integrated, regardless of each other. It seems that the formation is slightly scattered, but in fact, each 'bamboo piece' is a scattered shape. Once a change occurs, it can be immediately
Join forces and form a magical talisman with soldiers and horses.
When soldiers and horses form a large formation and are blessed by bamboo slices, there are countless benefits.
It was rare for the four real people to join forces to fight the enemy. At this moment, they cooperated very well and complemented each other, leaving no opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of.
Among all the gods, only Master Ruoquan did not call out the altar, stood high above, cast spells to resist the invasion of filth, and saw that the formation of soldiers and horses was about to be formed, and slowly fell into the formation.
I don't know whether the enemy was afraid of Ruoquan's real strength, or he couldn't find the right time to take action. The filthy air did not continue to become stronger, but had a tendency to decline.
There are no special changes within the dirty air.
Zhu Zhen didn't know what other conspiracy the demon had hidden, so he didn't dare to take it lightly, and secretly took precautions, waiting for orders from Master Ruoquan.
At this moment, Master Ruoquan's expression moved slightly, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly turned his head to look to the right.
The turbid waves were rolling there, just like anywhere else, but at this moment, there were a few sharp and weird laughs, "Haha... Who am I talking about? It turns out to be Master Ruoquan of Jingquan Temple. With the strength and status of Jingquan Temple, he is in the capital."
I'm afraid it's not easy to win the position of a great master in the merit seal. No wonder I'm willing to be a lackey of the Taoist court. It's disrespectful! It's disrespectful!"
The voice was strange and strange, and the meaning behind the words was even more profound.
Hearing these words, the other four real people's eyes flashed with strange looks.
Based on their status, they know more or less some secrets, but they don't know why.
It is said that there is a quota for the five talisman positions of the Chuan Dao Sect. It is not something that can be broken through once the cultivation level is reached, and it is difficult to establish a breakthrough by force. The military exploits against Guifang Kingdom are one of the criteria for assessing qualifications.
The young female crown just learned the secret of Shenting and Du Gong Seal, and guessed that it must be related to the decline of Shenting and the failure of Du Gong Seal.
Master Ruoquan was not annoyed, his expression was calm, and his tone was cold, "This formation can be hidden from the poor Taoist's perception. It must be the Demon King's method. I don't know which fellow Taoist is in front of you, why don't you show up and explain it?"
The other party just sneered and didn't respond.
The strange laughter gradually faded away, and the filthy air also disappeared rapidly, and soon disappeared.
Ruoquan stared at the direction where the laughter was going away and guessed the opponent's purpose. This attack seemed to have an anticlimactic end, but in fact the purpose was to force her to show up and confirm her identity.
The test between each other began, and Gui Fangguo won the first round.
"...See Senior Ruoquan."
Zhu Zhen put away the altar and stepped forward to salute Ruoquan Zhenren.
The expressions of the three masters were different. Only then did they realize that the great master had actually committed suicide and entered the political arena.
What is so important?
They did not dare to ask Master Ruoquan, and could not help but look askance at the master of Jingquan Temple.
Master Ruoquan didn't need to explain anything to them. He withdrew his gaze and looked at the position of the Yuan Ti just now. "Go! See what methods these demons use..."
The three real people hurriedly followed him with questions.
The Yuan Fei has dispersed, and the auspicious clouds seem calm, but there must be traces left, so all the spirits disperse and search carefully.
…
At the same time, Wan Zhenren and his party were exploring along the established route.
While exploring, they frequently looked in the direction where the golden light faded.
Wan Zhenren paid attention to his uncle's movements.
The old Taoist priest would rub the jade talisman in his hand every once in a while, not knowing what he was sensing.
After walking a certain distance like this, Wan Zhenren heard his uncle's message, "Don't pay attention to that side."
"yes!"
Wan Zhenren accepted the order and continued to search for Shenting.
…
Ever since the encounter with Master Ruoquan, the Zhitan has gradually become lively, and similar golden light will appear every once in a while.
There were golden lights, and there were also strange lights of other colors, and some were so powerful that they swept through the entire political altar, and were even no less impressive than the one many years ago.
Some will only affect a large phantom nearby, appearing and disappearing very quickly.
These are both parties' efforts to test and confuse each other behind the scenes.
Even if you know that more than 90% of the formations are made by the enemy, you still have to check them out, and encounters are inevitable.
Sometimes, when the enemy is identified, he will call for gold and withdraw his troops.
Sometimes there will be a big fight, and both sides will win or lose.
However, the real entrance to the divine court has never appeared. Before that, no one was willing to fight to the death.
…
"here we go again!"
In the flower field, Qin Sang looked up at the sky and saw the sky full of red clouds, dyeing the entire Poison Domain red.
It seems as if a sunrise is rising over the altar.
"This is the ninth time..."
Qin Sang murmured.
He stayed in the flower field and counted the different lights in the altar. Among them, the golden light was the most, six times in total, and the red glow three times.
He didn't understand the meaning of these strange lights, so he could only guess the extent of the fight between the two sides through the effects of the strange lights.
The only good thing is that the different lights have not had as severe an impact on the illusion as the golden light that year, and there is no abnormality in the flower field for the time being.
Qin Sang noticed that the source of the strange light was not fixed, and it did not get deeper every time.
This shows that the two parties are not blindly going deep into the Zhitan. The treasure may exist anywhere in the Zhitan.
Time passed slowly as Qin Sang counted the number of bursts of strange light, which was painful.
…
For several days.
The confrontation outside the political arena continues.
There was total silence on the battlefield.
There has been no news from the governance forum, and the momentum of both parties has declined a lot compared to the beginning, and their energy is being worn away by time.
The overt and covert struggles within the political arena are intensifying, and casualties have occurred on both sides.
Wan Zhenren and his party were lucky. They only passed by a group of demon cultivators two days ago. After testing each other several times in the air, they dispersed.
I haven't encountered any other demons since then.
These days, Wan Zhenren has led Zhu Zhen through countless illusions, but the jade talisman in his hand showed no response.
Strange lights occurred frequently, and all the numb people obeyed the orders of Wan Zhenren, and no one made any noise. People with discerning eyes have already seen that the identity of the old Taoist priest is not simple, but no one investigated it deeply.
'Wow!'
Another wave of golden light came from the sky, drowning everyone.
Zhu Zhen is habitually alert, and as expected, the light tide reaches its peak in an instant and then subsides in an instant.
After the golden light dissipated, everyone looked around and looked as usual. They were about to leave when they suddenly saw the old Taoist priest staying where he was, motionless.
"Uncle Master?"
Wan Zhenren quickly stopped.
The old Taoist priest said nothing, his brows condensed into the character "Chuan", and he suddenly asked: "How many times has this happened?"
Master Wan knew that what his uncle was asking about must be the golden light dominated by demons, and he thought: "It should be the eighth time."
"The eighth time……"
The old Taoist priest shook the whisk, and the light spots scattered, forming a disk-shaped area in front of him.
In certain directions, there are eight spots of light that turn into gold, which are very eye-catching.
The eight golden dots are scattered and seem to have no connection, but in the opinion of the old Taoist priest, there may be some pattern among them.
The old Taoist priest pondered for a long time, his expression moved slightly, he flicked the whisk and wiped off the disc, "Follow me..."
Before he finished speaking, the old Taoist's flight was as bright as lightning. He did not go to the depths of the Zhitan, which was also different from the original direction, but went straight to the west. His eyes were dark as he fled, and he was still deducing.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why, so they had to follow closely.
While Wan Zhenren and others were speeding through the governance altar, no one knew that the demon cultivators were moving regularly.
Detonating the golden light again and again is not only used to confuse the Taoist door.
They used this as a cover to quietly set up a huge formation at the Zhitan. Although they could not directly find the target, it could help them eliminate some places and lock the approximate area where the target was located.
This formation was created by the great sage, and even if the great sage was at his peak, it would be difficult to detect it, let alone now.
"it's time……"
In a shimmering illusion somewhere, five demonic cultivators were hanging on the water, surrounding a scribe in white.
The scribe in white was gentle and elegant, with no trace of demonic appearance. He looked up at the sky and murmured.
Then, the scribe in white shook his sleeves lightly, and a golden pearl shook out and fell into the water.
'Snapped!'
No water marks will appear.
Golden pearls float quietly on the water.
The other demon cultivators forced out their blood essence and blended it into the pearl. The blood disappeared in a flash, and the pearl seemed to have been stripped of its shell, and golden light filled the air.
Immediately, the pearl gradually expanded and changed its shape, turning into a golden embryo.
The Yuan Fei rises and falls, and the golden light becomes more intense, dyeing the entire illusion golden and spreading rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, golden light filled most of the altar, and the monks and demon cultivators who saw the golden light turned their eyes.
I thought the golden light would fade away again like before.
Surprisingly, when this golden light filled the entire political arena and reached its peak, it not only did not fade away, but continued to grow stronger.
At the same time, eight illusory Yuan Fei appeared in various places in the governance altar, which were the sources of the golden light in the previous eight places.
The place that had been silent immediately responded to the golden light as light spots emerged.
The last Yuan Fei felt the response, and the speed of its ups and downs suddenly accelerated, and a richer golden light burst out.
'boom!'
A steady stream of golden light strikes the governance altar, and the nine Yuan Fei form a strange formation.
At this moment, all the demon cultivators and monks in the governance altar sensed the formation of Yuan Fei. As soon as the formation was completed, strange fluctuations appeared in an area.
The demon cultivators looked excited and rushed in that direction without hesitation.
The Taoist monks all changed their expressions, secretly screamed, and hurried away.
In the flower field, Qin Sang also stood up from the ground.
"Is it coming?"
Qin Sang spread his consciousness and covered the entire flower field, feeling the increasingly violent impact.
'Rumble...'
The flower field was shaking, the flower spirits were dancing, and the bones on the ground were beating.
This impact has exceeded that of the past year.
Qin Sang's expression gradually softened from solemnity.
In the illusion where the flower field is located, the bones are the foundation, and the flower field was planted by future generations.
Facts have proved that the land of bones is very stable. As long as the illusion does not waver at all, the flower field formation can persist. Last time, the formation was defective, which affected the eye.
For the time being, it seems that there is no need to transfer the flower spirit.
'Boom! Boom! Boom!'
The mirage of the outside world was struck by golden light, phantoms were awakened everywhere, and all kinds of wonders continued to bloom.
The masters from both sides ignored the danger and were fleeing when they suddenly felt a huge earthquake in the arena.
This vibration was as if the whole altar had jumped, which was unusual.
At this moment, everyone, including Qin Sang, was secretly frightened and looked at the source of the shock.
A golden light more dazzling than Yuan Fei erupted there, and the shadow of an ancient tree emerged!
This chapter has been completed!