Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Li Dai Tao Zong: The Heavenly Wolf God as cannon fodder.
"Don't panic!" Faced with the sudden change, the hostess of Hongxiu was also shocked, but she must be a master of the six arts of Confucianism and Taoism. As early as the reign of Emperor Wuzong Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty, he worked with Tang Yin, the leader of the four major Confucian scholars in Jiangnan.
I listened to Wang Yangming's lectures on art and read Zhu Xi's classics. I am both a scholar of Neo-Confucianism and a master of both schools of mind. She has already survived the second catastrophe in Tianmu Mountain and founded a sect. However, she is a woman and also studies Confucian classics.
She was not in compliance with etiquette and law, so she acted in a low-key manner, and she was not counted among the current Confucian masters.
In terms of magic power, she is actually not inferior to Huang Daozhou and Liu Zongzhou, but she is inferior to Wang Xianren.
The golden light surged like a tidal wave across the sky, mixed with water, fire, wind, thunder, gold and iron, and it was like the punishment of the wrathful gods. Especially when it came to the center of the altar, the magic power contained in Dayu's bones became more and more powerful. Wang Zhongqiang originally supported himself, but now I don't know why.
What happened was that Wang Zhong suddenly lost his vitality, and all the pressure from King Yu to seal the golden light fell on them.
"Build the sword formation." The master of the Red Sleeve Academy scolded, and relaxed his jade wrist. The Sanyang Qi sword shot out, and the infinite sword shadow and white light flew upwards. The golden light on it seemed to be pressed down by a large golden cake, which was stabbed by the sword Qi.
The blows caused gold shavings to fly, and sparks fell like raindrops. The golden light actually slightly slowed down the downward pressure.
However, Master Hongxiu used the flying sword to break the golden light. After touching it for a moment, he felt that the flying sword seemed to be wrapped with a thousand kilograms of weight. The more it danced, the heavier it became. Gradually, the vitality of the whole body was not functioning properly, but the golden light and clouds in the sky were gathering more and more.
There were more and more, and the more they gathered, the thicker they became. They were pressed to the top of the head by more than ten feet.
Liu Rushi and other disciples also sensed the danger, quickly crowded into a group, stepped on the pole, and formed a sword formation to help out, but it was still a drop in the bucket and could not alleviate the crisis.
Although their magic power is not weak, the eldest senior sister, Gu Hengbo, used the power of medicine to survive a catastrophe three years ago, and is ranked high among the younger generation of masters in the world of Qi Refiners.
But what they were facing at this time was King Yu, who was so powerful that he covered the Divine Continent. Even if it was a skeleton, it was not something they could handle.
The owner of the Hongxiu Temple gritted his teeth, took out a lopa from his arms, and threw it upwards. There was a loud rumble, and the lopa turned into a ball of fragrant clouds and glow that was three or four acres in size.
The solid golden clouds opened a little, revealing a straight cloud path two feet wide.
"Dark fragrance and sparse shadows!" When the girls saw it, they were all surprised, but the pressure was relieved a lot and they breathed a sigh of relief.
Agarwood grows on Tianlei Island in the center of the far western ocean. There is a kind of sacred silkworm baby growing on the agarwood. It is one foot long, has a head and a face, and looks like a rough baby. After eating the agarwood leaves, it spits soft silk and forms
The fragrance of the cocoon floats thousands of miles away. When the cocoon breaks, the baby silkworm turns into a butterfly that looks like a child, and uses the branches of Tianxiang wood to make bows and arrows for self-defense.
This ropa is called Dark Fragrance and Thick Shadow, and it is woven from the soft silk spun by the divine silkworm baby. It was the master of Hongxiu Temple who spent a lot of hard work. He and Tang Yin traveled around the world and passed by Tianlei Island. After seeing the surrounding environment of the island,
The terrain is strange, with a height of 1,000 meters, and thunder criss-crossing in a radius of ten miles, as dense as silk. There are many children with wings and bows and arrows flying among them. So I went to the island to take a look. It happened that the owner of the island was an indigenous person born with the spirit of thunder. He had extremely powerful magic power. His surname was
They were very lustful, and when they saw an outsider spying on them, and it was a woman they had never seen before, they wanted to capture her. The two fought with the island owner for ten days and ten nights, and finally escaped using escape techniques, and they took her by force before leaving.
The soft silk in the island owner's palace was found to be a treasure of heaven and earth, and had been cultivated by the island owner. It contained endless heavenly thunder essence, so it was woven and embroidered by the master of Hongxiuyuan into a double-sided ropa, which has supreme power.
Later, Zhu Chenhao, the king of Ning in Nanchang, gathered all the rightists in the world to rebel. Wang Yangming accepted the order of Emperor Zhengde and conquered the king of Ning. Tang Yin also assisted in the south of the Yangtze River. Later, the two armies fought in Poyang Lake, which was very tragic. Tang Yin and Yang Ziqiao, the water demon dragon and pig woman of Poyang Lake at that time, died together.
Afterwards, when the master of Red Sleeve Academy learned about it, he was extremely sad and wanted to kill all the water demons in the world. However, this Luopa was the token of the two people back then. It is the treasure of Red Sleeve Academy and contains incomparable power.
"Mingdang, you rush forward and use the yin fire on this magic weapon!" The master of the Red Sleeves grabbed Mingdang with his hand, and a strong wind lifted his body and fled towards the opened cloud road.
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"Follow Mingdang, clear the way for the master, and be sure to escape. There is no way out. Even in the most dangerous times, people can still have a way to survive. Unless people are determined not to survive, they can still survive.
, this is what God has done, and you can do it, but you have done it yourself, and you can't live." As he spoke, a group of ten people flew into the sky and rushed into the empty cloud road.
As soon as they rushed into the cloud road, the golden clouds below closed up, reaching the sky and not touching the ground. There was a shining golden light in all directions, and the golden light had an incomparable suction force, pulling everyone's feet downward.
The leader of the Red Sleeve Hall waved his hand again, and another piece of Lopa flew out, shaking backwards. The golden light was scattered a lot, and the five-color altar below was vaguely visible.
The Xuanyin Demon Soldier danced brightly, and the seven Xuanyin talismans and seals on it flashed together, and the green fire spurted out, burning the golden cloud in front like melted gold liquid and slowly retreating back. The master of the Red Sleeve Academy used dark magic one after another.
The fragrance and shadow of Luopa open the way.
"How can this man die when he is dead?" Mingdang was thinking about Wang Zhong and couldn't help but look down. Through the scattered golden clouds, he suddenly saw the tall skeleton of King Yu, the golden ones.
The skeleton seemed to raise its head and smiled at himself.
"Ouch!" Mingdang's heart tightened, and he felt horrified, so he screamed out.
The ten masters and disciples joined together, protected their bodies with sword light, and fought randomly in the golden cloud. I don't know how long it took, but they were all exhausted and almost exhausted, but they gritted their teeth and struggled to hold on.
"Could it be that my master and disciples are going to die like this?" Master Hongxiu also felt that his vitality was exhausted, his flesh and muscles were dry, and he almost didn't have the strength to wield the Sanyang Yiqi Sword, but there was still endless golden light clouds in front of him.
, and there is no sign of exhaustion.
Just when the ten masters and disciples were feeling disheartened, with the aura of death in their hearts, suddenly an extremely angry ape roar came from beneath their feet, and passed through the golden clouds. It seemed like the roar of a devil hidden deep in the netherworld.
"Before the wolf comes out of the den, he will throw himself into the tiger's mouth first!" Everyone was shocked, thinking that the water demon and demon god Wu Zhiqi who was sealed below was chasing after him.
In terms of strength, if he is captured and humiliated by this monster ape, it will be even worse than death.
"We have reached the edge of the seal now. Don't panic, gather all your energy and guard your soul."
The master of Hongxiu Yin must have great magic power, but he heard some clues from the roar of the ape. His heart moved, and he summoned up the last strength to drive the dark fragrance sparse shadow Luo to shake violently, with a loud crash, and a gap suddenly appeared in the golden light in front, inside
Flashing with dark red luster.
In an instant, everyone rushed into the gap and felt that the pressure had reduced a lot. The surroundings were turbid and mixed with the sound of rushing water. Looking around, they found that they were in the center of the turbid current of the Yellow River.
Looking down at my feet, I saw a dark and dark river bed below, stretching to infinity. The silt on the river bed was accumulated, floating and loose, and raised many large and small river sand dunes, secretly arranged in formation, completely natural, and I noticed
There are no human traces. I don’t know what is buried under the sand dunes, like grave bags, showing an inexplicable mysterious power that makes people awe and fear.
"We are out of danger now. Let's go up and rest, regain our strength and then make plans." The master of the Red Sleeve Academy is a master of two heavenly tribulations. Facing this seal, escaping from the trap feels even worse than going through the heavenly tribulation.
Tired. With a wave of his hand, the exhausted master and apprentice rushed out of the river and fell onto the embankment. They didn't care about getting wet and dirty. They sat down and panted, completely losing all the restraint of a lady and a talented woman.
At this time, the river water has receded, the sun is shining brightly in the sky, and there are wet mud puddles everywhere underground. At a glance, there are mourners everywhere. There are flooded houses and fields everywhere, and a thick layer of silt has accumulated on the fields.
The trees were also wrapped in a yellow mud color, with no trace of green visible, and no human beings could be seen, as if they were in the wild mining fields of ancient times, all alone and lifeless.
"Although this flood was stopped in time, it still caused immeasurable changes. Millions of people on both sides of the Yellow River were deprived of food and clothing. White lotuses bloomed in Qinchuan for eight hundred miles. Cults were everywhere. Zeng Ji deceived people's hearts, and the world was immediately in chaos.
Internal and external troubles have made the situation even more chaotic. Although we are Qigong practitioners, we can't stay out of it. From now on, there will be chaos. How will we deal with it?"
The master of the Red Sleeve Academy did not adjust his breath, but just looked at the loess land in trance. Confucianism integrated the world with benevolence, justice, etiquette, and educated the people. However, this day and this place has never paid attention to benevolence, justice, etiquette, and law. He established the Red Sleeve Academy for the sake of
Women all over the world have fought for a place. It's a pity that in troubled times, human lives are like straw, let alone other things.
"Teacher! In this world where the world is divided and combined, what is the way to long-term peace and stability? Can our Confucianism school be able to bring peace to all generations? Why has there not been a thousand-year dynasty since ancient times?"
A hundred years ago, I was still a little girl. I listened to Mr. Wang Shouren's lectures at Songyang Academy with my senior brothers. When I heard Mr. Shouren say, "Establish a heart for the world, establish a livelihood for the people, carry on the unique knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."
At that time, I had raised questions.
Wang Shouren smiled, touched his head, his eyes were as calm as water mirrors, "If we separate for a long time, we will unite, and if we unite for a long time, we will separate. Long-term governance will lead to chaos, and extreme chaos will lead to governance, and it starts again and again. Fate, number, time, and luck. This is
There is nothing we can do about it. We Confucian scholars can only do our best. When we are born between heaven and earth, and things are so chaotic that we cannot cut them all off with a sharp sword, we should do something, not do something, and we must do something.
It’s good to have a clear conscience.”
The Master of the Red Sleeve Hall sighed, these four characters, fate, number, time, and luck, flashed deeply in his heart.
"Haha, haha!" A burst of laughter came from the other side, and all the disciples stood up in surprise. They didn't care about adjusting their breath to restore their vitality, and held their swords in their hands nervously on guard.
"I've heard for a long time that the Red Sleeve Academy is full of famous talented women and beauties. Their beauty and beauty captivate the country. Today I saw it. It turns out that being famous is not as good as meeting. Meeting is worse than being famous. Not only are you better than the rumors, but you also have a compassionate heart. , and I really admire you."
While laughing wildly, several people appeared on the other side. The leader was a tall man with a broad face. An ancient sword hung on his waist, engraved with pre-Qin talisman and seal patterns. The sword had not yet been unsheathed. A vast aura enveloped him, and the big
Like Yu's seal, it is the majesty of the king.
There were several people beside them, one in the east and one in the west. Some were naked, with strange patterns tattooed on their pitch-black skin, and feathers on their heads. They were dressed like young people. The leader was sitting on a huge
The body of the two-headed centipede turned out to be Chang Tianhua, the leader of Red Gu Mountain in Southern Xinjiang.
"White Lotus Cult, Red Gu Village, Wutai Mountain Evil Sword Palace, Demonic Dragon Palace." The leader of the Red Sleeve Academy and a group of disciples discovered that they were surrounded without knowing it.
There were burly men on all sides, with double-barreled firearms on their backs, white lotus talismans embroidered on their chests, and swords made of fine steel. They all stared at the ten masters and disciples with ferocious smiles, just like a pack of hungry wolves surrounding a few.
Little sheep, I can't wait to swallow these ten delicate beauties in one gulp without even spitting out the bones.
This group of people are all bandits. They usually commit murder, arson, annihilation, looting, burning and killing. After joining the White Lotus Sect and being taught magic, they became even more unscrupulous.
"Please invite the Master and his disciples to come to Lishan as guests to work together on the great plan." Xu Tianbiao laughed heartily.
The Master of the Red Sleeves took a deep breath and said nothing, but slowly raised the Sanyang Yiqi Sword.
King Yu subdued the water gods of the world, killed the Fangfeng clan, frightened the ancient Qi refiners, and established the Great Xia Dynasty. His magical power was so powerful that it was invincible. Even after ascending, the corpse was not something that ordinary Qi refiners could withstand.
Wang Zhong was trapped by the seal, and there was also the magical assistance of the demon god Wu Zhiqi below. If he wanted to escape completely, unless his real body came again, but at this time, his real body had already returned to the Seven Kills Demon Palace to guard him. If he acted rashly again, he would only
I am afraid that someone will come to cause trouble. The Seven Kills Demon Palace was built by myself as the foundation for the future. Nothing can happen.
Seeing the skeleton of King Yu, Wang Zhong had a sudden thought. This great god had ascended, but his true spirit was still there. He calculated that after thousands of years, he might as well just use the secret demon to give up his body, and his consciousness was still there.
In between, Qiang communicates with this great god.
With a loud bang, the true spirit turned back and forth thousands of times. The entire soul rested on King Yu's body and was forcibly dispersed by Wang Zhong using the secret magic. Even his consciousness was dissipated in this vast world, in a vast and unfathomable space.
Once the body is dissipated, it is tantamount to emergence, which is the Buddhist great nirvana and great annihilation. No spell can harm it at all, because it has become empty.
But this secret demon is different from the emergence, the great nirvana, and the great annihilation. The emergence is equivalent to taking the last step, and no one knows what will happen next. But this secret demon is a fake emergence, and it has escaped the disaster.
Finally, you can choose an opportunity to be reborn in the world where you exist.
It's just that the timing of rebirth is beyond your control. It may be an instant in the world where you exist, or it may be ten thousand or one hundred thousand years later.
The vast world includes everything, time, space, everything. The world you are in is just a leaf in the big tree.
Not taking the last step, but having some magical powers to take the last step. This is the highest achievement of transforming three pure things into one qi.
Wang Zhong realized that this space did not reach the sky or the ground. It was surrounded by stars and the Milky Way on all sides. Meteors and meteorites cut through the void and emitted infinite light and heat, as if people were in the universe.
But when Wang Zhong looked around, he didn't find any stars or constellations that he was familiar with.
"This is where?"
"What a thief!"
Two familiar voices sounded. When Wang Zhong saw it, he suddenly burst into laughter. It turned out to be the Peacock Queen Mother who was imprisoned by him, and Moyun Fairy Xie Lingxiao. When he used the secret demon to disperse the soul, he dispersed with them.
"This may be the place after emergence, maybe not, maybe we are dead, maybe not. Is it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly? The world is mysterious, which one can be said clearly? But I still want to go back,
So do you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a star suddenly floated up under his feet. Huge land and ocean gradually appeared on the star. Wang Zhong only felt a huge suction force pulling him downwards. He did not resist and fell straight down.