"Kong Zhang, Kong Zhang is here."

At this time, Bao Longtu's fingers crossed and clasped each other, and he was a little nervous, and cursed softly: "I hope this guy... will make a mistake, he will definitely make a mistake."

When others heard this, they felt a little speechless and didn't bother to pay attention to Bao Longtu, but kept watching.

Seeing Kong Zhang leading the team on the stage, the Feng Shui masters who were watching immediately calmed down and looked at him in confusion. However, some smart people thought that this seemed to be the drama that Kong Zhou and Zhang Daoxin mentioned.

Of course, they don’t know what the specific situation of the drama is.

In front of everyone, Kong Zhang walked lightly. At this moment, he was wearing a purple-red background, a robe with gold-edged edges, a crown and a cap on his head, and cloud shoes made of soft cloth under his feet.

Along the way, he naturally had a somewhat extraordinary momentum, which could be called a jade tree facing the wind and without any smoke and dust. Under the sunlight, the Yin and Yang Eight Trigrams behind his robe emitted light and shining brightly.

Such outfits also made everyone say that they were too gorgeous.

"Hmph, I'm afraid it's a golden jade, but a shaved inside." Bao Longtu derogatoryly said, "It's a bit lacking in confidence. After all, he also understood that the strength of those who can make Fang Yuan treat him as his opponent solemnly is definitely not simple.

And, this is also a fact.

After a while, Kong Zhou and others walked to the altar, and the sound of chanting scriptures and music spread through the sounds in the altar, becoming more loud and solemn.

“What is this to do?”

"Are you really singing an opera?"

The Feng Shui masters watching were murmured to themselves, but they were rolled by others.

"What is the opera? Is this clearly a kind of ritual ritual?" said a Taoist priest-like person: "It seems that he is holding a blessing ceremony..."

"Pray for blessings? What kind of blessings do you pray for?"

"Who knows, keep watching..."

He talked softly. Everyone watched intently, and vaguely felt that this matter was not simple.

After all, everyone is not fool. I don’t believe that the two saints in the north and south have suffered such a big struggle and gathered everyone here, just to simply invite everyone to watch something.

For a moment, the Temple of Heaven was full of attention, and tens of thousands of people focused on Kong Zhang and others. To a certain extent, this was a huge stage, carefully arranged and arranged stage.

Zhang Daoxin, Kong Zhou and others worked hard to build the stage, hoping that Kong Zhang or Fang Yuan could shine on the stage, make a splash, and then quickly unite people's hearts, so that it would be convenient for work in the future.

This is equivalent to building a bridge and paving the road, repairing the ladder to success, and waiting for the two of them to climb to the top.

Of course, the road has been paved and the stage has been built, and even the audience has been invited to enter. The good show is about to begin. However, whether the performance is successful and whether it can be recognized by the audience depends on the strength and psychological quality of the two.

In the building next to the Temple of Heaven, Zhang Daoxin asked softly: "Do you think they can succeed?"

"It's hard to say..." Kong Zhou was silent for a moment before speaking: "You and I know what kind of strength Kong Zhang is. It has not reached that level yet, and it takes time to accumulate. Continue to experience it. But Fang Yuan... After all, he is his successor, and may bring us some surprises."

"Yes." Zhang Daoxin nodded slightly. His eyes became very deep and distant: "Even if he didn't finish the game he set up, he should have arranged a backup plan."

"Well, I feel so too..." Kong Zhoushen agreed: "After waiting for twenty years, I thought he had forgotten this. It was not until Fang Yuan appeared that everyone saw the dawn and had a turning point..."

"That bastard likes to play with people's hearts like this, and when people are desperate, they see hope again..."

While the two cursed someone, another change occurred on the Temple of Heaven.

"call……"

Suddenly, someone keenly noticed that as the sound of the meridians fluctuated, a strange aura spread out on the Temple of Heaven. In that situation, it was like throwing a small stone into the calm lake, and immediately causing waves.

The waves were rippling, and the spacious Temple of Heaven suddenly became windy.

A wisps of breeze swept across the ground abnormally. The people watching immediately felt a coolness under their feet, and then they felt the clear air floating down and upwards, the breeze surrounds the body, which was cool and refreshing, and quite comfortable.

"Where did the wind come from?" Someone was curious and looked around for no reason.

"This is not wind, it is clearly qi..."

After a wise Feng Shui master was stunned, he immediately reacted. They observed the situation around them in surprise and suddenly found a stream of air flowing out underground.

The air is in five colors, purple, white, green, yellow, red, colorful, like a fountain, and gushing out. In a blink of an eye, the entire Temple of Heaven was filled with these magnificent clouds.

When the clouds flow, wind naturally forms. Ordinary people feel that it is wind blowing, but in fact it is air movement.

When seeing the colorful clouds, many Feng Shui masters were stunned, dumbfounded, as if they were stunned, and were incredible, and were shocked: "Is this...the emperor's aura?"

"What, the emperor's aura?"

"Where do you get so much angrily?"

In an instant, everyone was in an uproar, unable to calm down at all, and at a loss. When chaos was about to arise, they heard a loud noise, as if the sound of Hong Zhong Dalu was directly penetrated into their ears.

This sound is like a morning bell and evening drum, and it has a more soothing effect, which immediately pulls everyone's attention.

Everyone looked at it and found that Kong Zhang, who was standing on the Temple of Heaven, took out a small bell the size of a palm from somewhere. The loud voice was radiating on the small bell.

In front of everyone, Kong Zhang smiled confidently, suddenly threw the little clock into the sky, and then shook his right hand in his wide sleeve. With a sound of brushing, a gold sword immediately popped up, shining with golden light and radiating.

Some people have sharp eyes and can see clearly. The magic sword in Zhang Kong's hand is formed by folding copper coins. The sword is three feet long. If not unexpectedly, it should be made of one hundred and eight copper coins, symbolizing the number of Tiangang and Earth Demons.

As soon as the magic sword came out, the wind and clouds changed, everyone immediately felt the aura around them and became solemn in an instant.

The colorful clouds stagnated over the entire Temple of Heaven. The condensation was as solid as the substance, and then a huge pressure formed, covering everyone, making them feel ashamed and dared not move.

Many people were imprisoned and felt that their bodies were locked by invisible forces. They were so scared that they didn't even dare to expose their anger. They were panicked and their minds were blank. Some even had their knees weak and they knelt down on the spot.

Of course, there are also people who understand it and said softly: "Don't be nervous, this is gathering the national destiny. The fortune of a country is as heavy as Mount Tai, and it is normal that it cannot withstand it."

"What, gather national destiny?"

After hearing this, many people's eyes opened wide and almost glared.

But this is also a reasonable explanation. After everyone realized it, no wonder there are many colorful clouds gathered here, which is a place that carries the national destiny.

After a sudden enlightenment, everyone felt relieved and focused on watching Kong Zhang's movements. At this time, they finally understood what the drama Zhang Daoxin and Kong Zhou meant.

You should know that it is definitely not an easy thing to gather the national destiny. They are far away from each other. When they are affected by the aftermath, they feel that they can't stand it anymore. What's more, Kong Zhang, who is in the scene, is definitely oppressed.

This is also a fact. When Kong Zhang threw out the simple little bell, a vast, huge, irresistible force directly descended on the altar, blocking the space within a radius of ten meters. The thick colorful cloud flow seemed light and powerless. In fact, it was like a huge tide in the vast ocean, scraping, stirring, tearing...

I'm afraid that only those who have experienced it personally know the discomfort and terrible feeling of this.

Anyway, in just a few seconds, Kong Zhang was already sweating profusely, and beads of sweat as big as beans slid down his forehead, soaking his gorgeous robe.

It was a long time to say that. In the midst of lightning, the little clock thrown in the air lacked the subsequent push and was about to fall. At this moment, Kong Zhang gritted his teeth, the muscles and muscles in his body burst out, and then his potential burst out, finally giving him enough strength to shake his arms...

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the money sword in Kong Zhang's hand exploded, and red and yellow copper coins were shining brightly, like a meteor shower, intertwining bright light in the air, shooting towards all directions.

The next second, the flying copper coins did not fall to the ground, but instead hung around strangely. The copper coins flew from rapid to stillness, just in the blink of an eye.

The bystanders were clear and everyone could see clearly. They saw one hundred and eight copper coins, centered on Kong Zhang, and were distributed in an orderly manner around his body, as if the space embedded in him was embedded in him, and there was no sign of falling down at all.

Not only that, copper coins are constantly flashing strange lights, rising and falling one after another, like astrological pictures in the night sky. This situation made many people subconsciously open their mouths, and even their chins are dislocated.

At the same time, Kong Zhang also got rid of the constraints of the colorful clouds, his hands and feet returned to normal, and he adjusted his palms leisurely, gently lifted the falling bell.

"clang……"

At this time, Kong Zhang knocked again, and the melodious bell field rang again. The sound waves rippled and echoed endlessly. A stream of sound waves were like ripples in the lake water dispersed. As the reputation fluctuated, the colorful clouds slowly began to change.

The sea of ​​clouds surrounds the mist, and the colorful clouds that were originally inseparable were slowly divided into balls, one after another, the clear air floated up, the turbid air fell, and the distinction was clear.

The bell was full of 108 sounds. Before the remaining sound was dissipated, Kong Zhang suddenly withdrew the small bell, then waved his hand gently, and the copper coins hanging around him seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, and they also jumped one after another.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

The sound was sharp. In the blink of an eye, the scattered copper coins gathered again in Kong Zhang's hands into a gold sword. In the horrifying eyes of many people, he raised his sword and waved the wind and clouds, and the colorful clouds were rotating neatly and orderly, blooming.

In an instant, the sky was falling and the golden lotus gushed...

ps: This is today's first update, and there is a second update later, so don't miss it.
Chapter completed!