There was a lot of noise in the temple, and various wooden figures were doing their own things. When they saw Chen Yuan, he smiled and saluted, and the wooden sculpture of Guan Yu, who was riding a horse, raised his wooden knife, Qinglong Yanyue, and pointed to the altar.
"Go quickly, we will protect you and return to your human body!"
As soon as the words fell, Zhang Jiao was surrounded by smoke and dust. Zhang Fei and others stopped. Zhuge and Zhou Yu, who were playing the harp against each other, also pressed the strings. Even Xiang Yu, who was not focused on anything else, turned his head.
"Thank you, Yuan!"
Chen Yuan took a deep breath, cupped her hands towards them, lifted up her robe and floated away to the statue, and joined the statue. Her spirit fell backwards and slowly floated to the ground behind.
The surrounding woodcarvings looked at each other, jumped up, or climbed up the nearby altar, or held long soldiers in their hands, or stroking their beards and hanging fans, maintaining different postures. The divine light gradually faded from their bodies, and they became involved with each other.
Chen Yuan was connected to Chen Yuan who was slowly lying on the ground.
Boom!
In the dark night outside the temple, thunder rang again. The moment the electric snake jumped through the dark clouds, it illuminated the distant sky, and a dark light trailed a long light tail across the night clouds.
Thunder clouds roll.
The black robe with gold patterns was rustling in the wind, and the snow-white beard was stroking. The old man holding the ancient sword with his hands behind his back opened his eyes slightly. At the other end of the field of vision, the outline of the capital city Luo had already been revealed.
The old man raised his hand and waved his sword: free and happy!
boom!
Lightning pierced the night sky and illuminated the dark city. There were also brothels with lights on. When they heard the explosion, many women in the building were so scared that they covered their ears. They quickly blew out the lampposts, closed the doors and windows, hid in bed, and hung up.
The red lantern at the corner of the building shattered with a bang.
While the lights in the city were extinguished one after another, the temples on the banks of the Xinyang River were brightly lit. Among the rows of swaying long-bright lamps, the soul lying on the ground was half submerged. The talismans in the coffin now lit up with rays of light. I thought.
Chen Yuan should be isolated from others.
Waves of divine light spread around him, suppressing the magic light. In a dim moment, Chen Yuan's pull on his body became clearer.
The moment he passed through the coffin lid and laid down his body, his spiritual consciousness seemed to explode at this moment, turning into countless stars and dots of light. Chen Yuan seemed to be in this vast void, looking at the countless stars gathered to form a nebula as colorful as a belt.
.
Four elements and six images!
The nebula turned into reality and was as bright as a galaxy. Chen Yuan saw the spiritual platform in the nebula again, with a golden core on it.
‘incense on earth’
As far as my mind can see, the vast void echoes with the sound of chanting, bells, drums, and curls of green smoke flying out of countless sparks and falling on the rotating nebula, evoking unbearable heat.
The golden elixir on the altar gradually turned fiery red, making his heart surge.
'The power of incense burns and casts the golden elixir!'
Chen Yuan read softly.
…
There was a loud spring thunder outside the temple. In the courtyard of the Tianshi Mansion, Ming Hui, who had fallen asleep, suddenly sat up and heard the thunder. He felt uneasy and his eyelids were twitching wildly.
He immediately put on his Taoist robe, reached out and grabbed the peach wood sword, Demon Subduing Realm, and yellow cloth bag hanging on the wall one by one and flew to his Taoist robe.
Squeak!
As he pushed the door open, a sharp night wind hit his face. In other rooms in the courtyard, other fellow apprentices also brought magical weapons with them, including Qiao'er.
"Ming Hui, the wind is blowing a little weird tonight!"
"There is no demonic or evil aura, but there is a ferocious aura!"
Taoist priest Ming Hui muttered quickly, pointed his finger to write on the yellow talisman, and suddenly a red decree appeared. He threw the talisman paper into the air and shouted: "Show it!"
The yellow talisman flew into the air, suddenly torn into several pieces, and was blown off the roof by the wind.
"The strong wind carries sword energy!" Ming Hui looked at the night sky in horror. Even the wind carried such terrifying sword energy. His face suddenly changed, "No, it's heading towards the Temple of the True Lord!"
"Canglan Sword Sect!"
A group of young Taoist priests in the courtyard rushed out of the room, but were scolded back by Minghui and others. Qiaoer was also pushed back into the room and told not to step outside the threshold. Immediately, several people rushed out with magical weapons.
Bieyuan, used the technique of calming the wind, and rushed madly towards the Zhenjun Temple.
Along the way, the tiles of people's houses flew into the sky, and the big trees that were taller than the buildings seemed to have been cut with a knife, and the tops snapped and fell down.
In the imperial city, the soldiers and generals on the outer city wall were blown by the sudden wind and could only hide behind the wall stacks. The tall banner with the word "Jin" also broke in half in the wind and floated to the city.
.
The strong wind swept across the city like a knife in an instant.
Outside the city, the City God's Temple, the City God, and the heads of various departments were all alarmed, and their Dharma images were raised up into the night sky, hoping to see who was doing this in the capital and disrupting civil order.
The Yin wind drove the Yin gods up into the night sky, and what they saw was a dark light flying quickly. An old man stood with an ancient sword under the thunder clouds. With a flick of his wide sleeves, the sword energy on his fingertips struck an instant.
All the gods.
Without looking at each other, he rushed directly over the city wall and rushed into the city, following the place where the incense was most popular.
"Little monk, even if you are given a few years, you are still nothing more than a ghost in the temple!"
Ha ha--
Loud laughter suddenly resounded through the sky. A group of Taoist priests from the Tianshi Mansion who were running around on the streets and houses stopped. Ming Hui looked at the sky and saw an ancient sword hanging. Above the sword's head was a sword.
The old man touched it and stood with his hands behind his back.
Ming Hui's voice shouted upwards with magic power: "Li Congyun!! You are the head of Canglan Sword Sect, how can you do something like this!"
"Haha, junior."
On top of the buzzing and trembling ancient sword, the old man was not even interested in taking a glance, and his voice spread like thunder: "I have always been like this, revenge must be avenged, and kindness may not be repaid. You juniors, even
You’re not even qualified to talk to me. It’s more like calling you Heavenly Master to come. Go back—”
Probably not wanting to quarrel with the Tianshi Mansion, he raised his sleeves and waved outwards in an understated manner. A fierce wind blew up from the ground, causing Ming Hui and other Taoist priests to raise their sleeves to cover themselves. The Wind-fixing Techniques cast on their bodies were all lifted.
Suddenly he stumbled backwards and crashed into a ball.
The old man turned his attention to the Zhenjun Temple over there. More than a dozen yin energy rose up, and a long gray body and a long oval face appeared in the white mist. As soon as Wang Zhaoyuan opened his mouth, the old man raised his hand and slapped him.
Qi Gai flew to the other side of the city.
"The small temple raises ghosts, I want to see who else comes up to die!" Li Congyun coldly snorted and looked at the building in front of him. With a thought in his mind, he lowered the height of the ancient sword, stepped on the sword's head and floated in mid-air, slowly approaching.
At this time, in front of the temple, a ragged figure stood in front of him, with his hands on his hips, staring fiercely at Li Congyun, who was floating in the air. The latter felt the cultivation level on his body and let out a short "ha".
"My cultivation is disordered and my breath is uneven. Are you the only one who wants to stop me?"
"You are the only one who calls yourself me?" The crazy old man looked at him coldly and tilted his head, "If you want to distract my apprentice, come here and talk about it."
"Oh? You, an evil cultivator, also want to fight against me?"
Li Congyun grinned and was about to raise his hand when the ragged old man opposite him also sneered: "I am crazy but not stupid. Who will fight with you?"
After saying that, he turned around and walked away with his hands on his hips, revealing the menacing old cow behind him. The old cow's fierce expression just a moment ago suddenly withdrew his momentum and looked blankly at the sword fairy who was facing him.
'I can't beat this old guy... I can't beat him!'
The old cow hurriedly called out "moo", turned around, spread its hooves and ran away.
What was left was a towering tree swaying in the wind, with torn branches, leaves flying and falling, and the big tree with several people hugging it suddenly began to shake.
On the thick rhizome under the tree, a wooden sculpture with a gourd hanging was lying horizontally. He opened his eyes drunkenly, stretched his small body, and sighed: "Hey..."
He stood up and jumped from the roots of the tree to the ground. He staggered over with a gourd in one hand and a sword in the other. He muttered drunkenly in his mouth: "A poem, a bucket of wine, a long song, and a sword."
End of the world.”
"Pretend to be a ghost!" Li Congyun saw that it was a movable wooden sculpture, and with a flick of his finger, a wisp of sword energy struck away.
I don't know whether the wooden sculpture did it intentionally or unintentionally, but it moved away in vain. I saw the wooden sculpture's long beard stroking, and its drunken eyes gradually became cold.
The words in his mouth also gradually changed.
"The Sword of the Great River comes from the sky... hiccup... kill one person in ten steps, a thousand miles..."
The moment the wooden sculpture's eyes shone with divine light, the air in front of him instantly turned into a shadow in white clothes, and the last few words were uttered: "... No leaving a trace."