The book looks thin and soft, but it is much heavier in your hand than it looks. The cover and the pages inside are not paper, but something like silk. When Yi Yan returned to his camp, he sat down and opened the page. He saw only a picture and a line of words on the first page.

"The turbid world of Dharma waves surge in the sky, and the spirit is like a fish flowing with the waves."

Below this line of words is a picture of turbid waves swaying in the sky, the vast world, the turbid waves, and the thin waves roll up, forming a big wave, and the big waves overturn the entire world.

It looks messy, like a vulgar work by a man who does not understand the path of painting.

Yi Yan frowned slightly. He couldn't help but turn it down, but found that there were still pictures, and then there was a sentence on the picture.

The second page is the word written on it: Traveling thousands of miles into Kunpeng.

Then the picture below the character is a turbulent wave, with the tail of a giant fish exposed outside the surging waves.

The same is true for the latter, except that the characters and pictures are different.

Yi Yan roughly turned the whole book and felt like he couldn't get it. He returned to the first page and touched the picture with his hand. The picture was extremely smooth, as if it was born and grown with the page.

Yi Yan's eyes of insight looked at the page and couldn't see through it. He suddenly felt his heart moving, and the black mist of the soul above his head flipped and pounced on the page. In an instant, he felt that he had come to another world.

The waves all over the sky, no matter how far they are, they are sometimes rolling wildly, and sometimes they are sometimes deeply engulfed and swallowed.

He originally thought he was clear and sturdy, but his tenacious soul felt like he could not find his direction, could not be fixed, and could not be able to survive.

He quickly retreated his soul. The moment he retreated, he felt the same feeling in his real world, and the mysterious world turned around. The world was no longer the world, and there were undercurrents and huge waves everywhere between the world.

Huge waves circling, layer by layer in the sky, and there are no soil in the earth, but also huge waves.

Those waves are not real waves, but evil.

A sudden enlightenment appeared in his heart and said in his mind: "The evil spirit and the magical spirit are integrated into waves, so the magic of the monks is difficult and far away, because they are all dispersed by the waves formed by these evil spirit and magical spirit."

Before this, although Yi Yan Wushen did not have the current sense in this world, it was because his soul did not really touch this feeling.

When he incorporated Yuan into the page, he was as if he was awakened by the spirit and wisdom.

A gust of wind blew, and the sound of weapons hitting came from the wind. Yi Yan's soul felt a knife slashing. The sound contained murderous intent, and the soul clearly sensed it.

Just a moment after the soul entered the book, his soul seemed to have been stripped off, sensing the wind and knife between heaven and earth, feeling the evil spirit between heaven and earth, and the meaning of the law is like waves, endlessly talking.

Sitting overnight, the turtle soul settled in the endless turbid waves. He adapted and soon reached the level of sensing that the primordial spirit had for the world before.

"So this is the world of the soul, and every picture is a state of mind."

The next day, the war drums rang.

The murderous intent contained in the sound of drums rushed to all directions. However, the murderous intent in this war drum is different from the murderous intent that occurs when swords and swords are fighting. The murderous intent in the sound of war drums can arouse the desire for war in people's hearts, while the murderous intent generated by swords and swords and swords are frightening.

Attack Guilin City.

Yi Yan did not take the evil soldiers to attack the city, but guarded Hong Xiuquan's side.

This was the first time he watched someone fight outside the battlefield. The surging killing aura rushed towards him like huge waves. He felt the surging waves of will between the world, and guarded his own will. However, his peace of mind was not just to protect him, but to lie quietly in the water like an old turtle, moving with the waves, but not being driven away.

Many people died, and their screams before their death echoed between heaven and earth. Yi Yan's soul could clearly sense it, and the screams turned into a huge wave. In the sense of his soul, this was a world of turbid waves.

Yi Yan's heart wanders outside the battlefield, but the soul seems to be wandering in the battlefield. It is a kind of artistic conception that is close and separate. His soul is between the world, like a turtle and fish in the water.

I saw the soul entrenched on his head, opening his mouth to suck the wandering and flashing magical meaning between heaven and earth.

There was a sound of cannons on the top of the city wall.

A scattered fire gushed out from the muzzle. The one that hit was not an ordinary gunpowder shell, but a shell with runes engraved. The shells fell into the crowd and exploded. A black light flashed, and the evil soldiers in the red and black light fell silently and their souls were scattered.

The shell was engraved with the Soul Dispersion Curse. Yi Yan never thought that the Soul Dispersion Curse could be used like this. In Yong'an fashion, there was no such cannon, but now it has it.

"It's just a cannon, we have it too."

There was a voice from unknown people coming from the wind, and then a team of evil soldiers pushed out a cannon. A monk took out a round black shell from the Qiankun bag, and the shells were also engraved with dense talismans.

Although the monk Yi Yan had never spoken to him, he knew his origin. It is said that he was an abandoned disciple of the Mo Sect and loved to refine treasures, especially to refine some strange things. However, in the eyes of many monks, he had gone into a wrong path because this mixed magic weapon could not improve his cultivation at all.

He carefully put the shell into the barrel, and then suddenly slapped the cannon seat.

"boom……"

A surging smoke rolled up, and the evil light surged.

The shell hit the city wall, but the city wall did not collapse at all, but in Yi Yan's eyes, the city wall was much older and rotten. The city wall only needed a heavy rain to turn into ashes and would flow down with the rain.

The Qing soldiers, affected by the light of the shells by the wall, grew old at a speed visible to the naked eye. Their clothes rotted in the wind, and then their bodies leaned against the city wall and died quietly. There was no expression on their faces, because their faces were covered with wrinkles.

It was originally just a cannon on earth, but in this short time it had become a half-magic weapon.

Those mantras bloom in another form between heaven and earth.

Yi Yan sighed.

He never went to attack the city from beginning to end.

After three days of attack, all the troops suffered heavy casualties. Although there were insufficient defenders in Guilin City, they still did not capture them. Only Xiang Rong on the top of the city was enough to make all the monks afraid. No one dared to say that they were not afraid of Xiang Rong's halberd standing on the top of the city.

The halberd in Xiang Rong's hand is called Shifang Jimi, which is of great origin. It is said that it is a treasure stolen from the arsenal of the Heavenly Court. Later, the halberd named Shifang Jimi was scattered in the human world. I don't know how it appeared in Xiang Rong's hand.

"Ulantai is here."

Suddenly there was an urgent report, and Ulantai brought reinforcements.

Yang Xiuqing received an urgent report from the Taiping Army who had withdrawn his troops on the main road outside the city.
Chapter completed!