As soon as the words fell, a vision appeared in the sky.
Groups of clear energy rushed out of nothingness and merged into an acre of clouds. On the clouds there was a Taoist with disheveled hair singing loudly, and the sound shook the surrounding areas.
"The wild cranes and solitary clouds gossip and plan, and the clear breeze and bright moon lead the way. Thousands of mountains gather the clouds with integrity, and the whole world is bright and shining."
After the Taoist finished singing, he lightly tapped the sword box on his back.
Immediately, countless swords that tore through the sky and earth, shattering the vastness, spurted out from the box, their sharp edges revealed, and the world between heaven and earth became bright.
In the sky below, countless large formations were forced by the sword's will. They started to rotate independently without any urging, resisting the overwhelming murderous intention.
"Poverty Road Yan Qu."
On the big clouds, the disheveled Taoist showed his face and laughed, which shocked countless soldiers in pain, wailing and covering their ears.
This is……
Sword body!
Bai Shu opened his golden eyes and looked at the Taoist on the big cloud in shock, slightly lost in thought.
Under his sight, there was no trace of flesh and blood on the Taoist's body. It was entirely composed of strands of sword energy entwined, intertwined and intertwined.
He forged himself into a sword!
His gaze only stayed for a moment, and Bai Zhu felt his eyes were swollen and stinging, almost crying.
That dazzling sword light, even if blocked by numerous formations, was still too dazzling.
After the Taoist laughed, another voice slowly sounded from the sky.
"Creation is melodious and majestic, and the three lights turn into a grand mist day and night. They meet the yin and yang in the dark, and the magic and magic are transformed."
The sky was filled with black light, and the Yin Qi was dispersed, temporarily suppressing the dazzling sword light shot by the Yan channel people.
Surrounded by black light and yin energy, a strange monster with its feet on the forty-third floor of the pagoda and a pool of blood on its head appeared in the void.
It was the face of a twilight old man, but it was so strange that it made people turn their eyes involuntarily.
Except for that face, there was no trace of human appearance on his body.
The big pillar of flesh and blood served as the door, and the black hair was gathered together as bricks. The skinless feet faced down and stepped on the forty-third floor of the pagoda. A faint, pitiful and miserable wail came from the pagoda.
Come.
This seems to be the image of a temple, with the old man's head embedded in the middle of the door.
"Spring passes and autumn comes, and we kill different people in the next life, but they remain the same forever. There is a true message from the Lingtai. If you don't realize that you are unreasonable."
After the black light and Yin Qi were released, the head suddenly opened its eyes, smiled, and his eyes were indescribably weird.
"My name is Zhuang Wudao."
The lips of the head opened and closed slightly, and a chaotic sound with a curse breath reached everyone's ears.
"Today, I came here to pay a visit to the little barbarians from Nanzheng!"
Before the shouting and cursing could be heard, the head smiled again and retreated into the layers of flesh, paying no attention to it.
"It's the Temple of the Human Head."
Shen Yan frowned and spoke, with a hint of hatred on the face of this voluptuous woman:
"He slaughtered no less than ten cities!"
Human demon...
What is in front of you is the human and demon of the five realms.
Devouring black demons and using the body for one's own use is a vital magical power in the Yi Ding Heart Sutra.
Miao Yan sized up the situation, and when summoning the black demon, he thought hard and improved the Yi Ding Heart Sutra again.
Rentou Temple - Although this black devil is not as good as the candle ghost, time and day, evil chapter and other strange things, but it has magical powers, it is not trivial.
This five-level cultivator, who calls himself Zhuang Wudao, can completely transform into the image of Rentou Temple.
Apparently, he had withstood the mad murmurs in the chaos and swallowed a black demon completely.
"Where are General An and Guard Yan?"
Ke Yushan looked away and felt a tightness in his chest: "Two of the enemy's five realms have come forward, general and the others can't do it?"
"More than two."
Bai Shu shook his head: "There is more."
There is no extravagance, no sight of sweet springs gushing from the ground.
The last person looked as if he was coming back from shopping for groceries on the street.
He has an ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes.
Only the silver hairpin on his head was exquisitely carved and gorgeous in style, but it also seemed out of place with his aura.
"Does everyone have to sing a poem when they come on stage?"
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and the man wearing a silver hairpin spread his hands and laughed to himself.
"I'm a rough guy and can't write poetry."
"I'm here, Lu Yusheng."
The man wearing a silver hairpin smiled calmly:
"Ran Xu, why don't you come out to see me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright light rose up to the sky, and both Yan Qu's sword energy and Zhuang Wudao's sinister aura were swept away like snow and frost under the scorching sun.
Bai Shu heard the cheers beside him, and in the bright light, his face was indifferent and his expression was cold.
"Come here." Ran Xu smiled: "Do you want to die?"
"You are always beating and killing. I really can't tell you were a monk before."
Lu Yusheng shook his head and held his hands toward the north with a respectful expression:
"When I came here this time, I brought the decree from Luoyi."
"Luoyi?" Ran Xu frowned slightly.
"Peace negotiation."
Lu Yusheng said calmly: "Let's talk?"
After a moment of silence, he suddenly nodded in the eyes of all the soldiers.
"good."
He said these two words slowly.
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After Lu Yusheng and others were introduced to the main tent, the originally silent Zheng Jun camp suddenly went into an uproar!
Various voices burst out and mingled together. Bai Zhu looked around and saw that everyone had different expressions on their faces, either angry, indifferent, happy, or angry.
Nearby, there was a group of people who almost got into a fight because of different intentions.
Some of them insisted on staying in northern Xinjiang until they conquered Luoyi, beheaded and returned to the court. Naturally, some of them stubbornly wanted to return home.
The sound waves became louder and louder, each wave getting louder than the last, and it could no longer be suppressed.
Baizhu shook his head. Just as he was about to walk through the noisy school ground like Caishikou, he was suddenly called by a person behind him.
"Captain Zhe Chong, Bai Shu, General Bai?"
Bai Shu turned around and saw a naive young man offering his hand to him.
After Lu Yusheng and Zhuang Wudao, dozens of boys and girls followed from Beiwei.
The Squirtle in front of me seems to be one of them.
"It's down there."
Bai Zhu smiled casually and also raised his hands in salute:
"Who is your Excellency?"
"Come on to the Qingchao Captain, Ruan Ting of Zhenwu Mountain."
Squirtle smiled innocently and nodded vigorously.
"I traveled thousands of miles from Luoyi and rushed to the border to serve as a general, just to see your true face."
"Huh?" Bai Zhu was surprised.
After Squirtle said these words, Bai Zhu felt that his surroundings became silent for a moment.
"Sure enough, your Excellency is more famous when we meet him." Ruan Ting narrowed his eyes slightly: "I am becoming more and more curious about the general."
"Huh?" Baizhu panicked.
"Are you a good person?" Ruan Ting suddenly said seriously.
"Huh?" Bai Zhu was confused.
"I came to Xupingguan from Luoyi just to confirm something. General, please tell me the truth." Ruan Ting said softly: "This answer is related to the general's wealth and life."
"General." Ruan Ting said again: "Are you a good person?"
"Oh..." Bai Zhu said seriously: "I actually don't know much about this matter."
