Chapter 407: The Great Spirit Appears: A Giant Shadow Falls at Night
Well……
Chen Qingzhi could not speak or stand up. He could only look up and stare at the strange palm that appeared in mid-air over there. He grabbed the white dragon sword and dragged it. The divine sword was also shaking and shining with magic light to resist.
In the stalemate, he could barely move his limbs and moved his arms vigorously, trying to grab the wooden pillow at the head of the bed.
'Make some noise and the soldiers outside will always hear it.'
His body couldn't move, and it was obviously impossible to fight on his own. Just when Chen Qingzhi hooked his fingers on the wooden pillow and took it into his hand, Xu Maoling outside the mirror naturally saw his movements.
"Humph, you still want to risk your life?"
The command arrow in his left hand was pressed forward immediately.
Chen Qingzhi's eyes widened, and the left arm he had just raised slammed against the bed. The severe pain from his arm made him unable to scream, and the expression on his face was distorted.
He made a fist with his right hand and raised it, and was immediately ordered to hit the bed with an arrow, followed by his legs, and his whole face turned red in pain.
The dragon and tiger energy that is difficult for ordinary people to see emerged from his body, but before he could break through the spell, he was suppressed back into his body by the dragon energy from the command arrow.
"Haha, I expected that you would be the leader and that you would be full of dragon and tiger energy, so I borrowed the command arrow from the emperor."
Seeing that Xu Maoling was about to succeed, he disguised his voice casually and sent it to the house in the mirror, "But the emperor doesn't want to kill you. I will only take your sword today to see what else you can rely on. To tell you the truth,
Even if the master behind you comes, I won’t be afraid. He won’t be able to fight with his comrades because of a mortal like you, causing both sides to lose.”
Chen Qingzhi, whose limbs were pierced by command arrows and nailed to the bed, turned red and bit his lips to bleed. He tried hard to listen to the hoarse and low voice in the room, but unfortunately he still couldn't identify who it was.
The only thing that I know is that the only person around Emperor Yuan Hao who can do magic is the Feng Shu Lang.
Yuan Hao wants to kill me?
Otherwise, why would you lend him the command arrow?
"You must have guessed it... It's a pity that you didn't have a chance. If you want to blame it, blame the emperor." Xu Maoling finally broke through the restrictions on the White Dragon Sword, grabbed the scabbard, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"What a sword, what a spirit. How can you, a little mortal, possess this sword? Now it belongs to me... Hahaha, hahaha!"
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Chen Qingzhi raised his face hard, looked at the White Dragon Sword being pulled away from the head of the bed, opened his mouth wide, and watched helplessly as the White Dragon Sword floated into the air, and gradually disappeared after being dragged into the air by the strange palm.
how so……
As countless thoughts flashed through his mind, the invisible weight on his body suddenly disappeared, and his body suddenly became lighter. Although there was still severe pain in his limbs, he could move, but he still couldn't get up, so he had to shout loudly for a moment.
, the door was pushed open, and two soldiers hurried in. They saw their general lying on the bed wearing nothing but underwear. They thought there was an assassin, so they drew their swords and looked around.
"Immediately inform the soldiers in the mansion to assemble and follow me to the outside of the city."
at the same time.
In a single-family courtyard in the palace, the moonlight on the bronze mirror converged and retracted into the night sky, and the mirror returned to its original state.
In the light of the burning incense candle, Xu Maoling rubbed the spiritual sword in his hand. He leaned over and smelled it greedily, as if touching the skin of a beautiful woman. Yi Chunchun rubbed it all the way to the hilt of the sword. He took a deep breath and suddenly pulled it out.
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Qiang——
The sword was unsheathed, illuminating his face with a cold light, and the lingering sound trembled, causing a faint dragon's roar to echo in the room.
"Hahaha...what a sword!"
The moment the sword word fell, it seemed as if it had touched something. An invisible ray of normal line instantly rushed out of the roof and flew into the night sky, crossing the majestic giant city and sinking into the distant valley at the northern foot.
There was a Taoist temple with green smoke floating in the sky, the changing sky stopped, and the fingertips turning the Kunlun mirror also stopped. Chen Yuan, who was looking at the mirror, raised his eyes and looked at the clear moon emerging above the courtyard.
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"What's wrong?"
The fat Taoist who was eating a steamed bun got up from the threshold. While eating, he walked to the side and glanced at the Kunlun Mirror. "Are you tired? Boss, please rest and let me try it too."
"Master, I'm afraid you can't do it." The little Taoist boy on the side, who was also holding a steamed bun and chewing on it, said with a smile, but the fat Taoist knocked a chestnut on his head.
At this time, Chen Yuan didn't pay attention to the quarrel between the master and the apprentice but looked at the night sky for a while.
"The White Dragon Sword was pulled out by an outsider?"
The sword was engraved with a mark. Once an outsider forcibly took it out of its sheath, Chen Yuan could feel it. Amidst the noise, he gently closed his eyes to feel it. From the mana transmitted back, he noticed another mana, ferocious.
Strong, but not evil.
"Is that another cultivator who wants to see the treasure? Well, to be honest, Chen Qingzhi holds the Dharma sword, but after all, he is not a cultivator. He does not know other techniques and is easy to fall into the Tao. It is reasonable, but it is reasonable to take it by force.
People, regardless of the comrade who presented the sword behind his back, seem to do this kind of thing often and have become accustomed to it."
"You have to look at the Buddha's face even if you don't look at the monk's face. You won't give me any face, so don't blame me."
Chen Yuan opened his eyes, and the hanging finger suddenly moved sideways. As his wide sleeves swayed, the two fingers sticking out of the sleeves curled up.
The imperial paper is made into a seal, and the pieces of cattle and horses are folded... A thought of life and death causes the heaven and earth to rotate suddenly...
The power of Lingzhuan is revealed!
The moment the magic spell fell, there was a heavy sound in the main hall of the temple, and a divine light flashed from one of the hundreds of statues.
Chen Yuan brushed open her wide sleeves and pointed at the night sky.
"When you go to meet the fellow Taoist who took the sword, remember to use a stick of incense."
"I will obey the true king's will."
The loud sound of the urn's words spread like a bell. The next moment, the divine light burst out of the hall and headed towards the night sky, whipping up a gust of wind. The master and apprentice who were fighting were immediately blown away with their sleeves raised to cover their faces, and the little Taoist boy Sun Yingxian even stepped out from the threshold.
Roll up and into the house.
The wind was full of evil spirits, ferociousness, and the sound of tigers and leopards thundering.
For a moment, the doors and windows of the backyard rattled, and the night insects cut off their rising and falling voices. The old Taoist Feihe who was sitting on the futon in the front hall felt that the air had become oppressive and stopped in meditation. Qin Xujia, who was practicing the Demon-Conquering Sword outside, stopped.
He moved to look towards the rising divine light, feeling frightened.
The steamed buns in the fat Taoist's hand fell to the ground in shock and rolled away. Feeling the breath in the wind, his scalp became numb. With the divine light rising into the sky, he vaguely saw a huge figure, who was inviting him to Chen Yuan.
The red face and black face are completely different.
"Master, what was that just now?"
After several days of viewing, I really haven't seen every statue of the gods. This is just the front hall. I heard that there is a middle hall at the back, which is full of Yin gods. It's a pity that it is not open, and even Chen Yuan can't enter.
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"Of course he is a hero on earth. He can be regarded as...our god on earth."
In the sky late at night, golden light trailed the flames across dozens of miles.
Far away in the palace of the bustling city, Xu Maoling held the White Dragon Sword with excitement and watched it for a while, dancing in the room. Feeling the repulsion on the sword, he flicked the sword's surface with his fingers.
"Tomorrow, I will train you again. I'm afraid you will like it very much."
The moment he was about to exit, the wind suddenly picked up in the courtyard outside. The open window was blown against with a 'pop' sound, and the candlelight in the room flickered brightly and dimly.
Then, there was a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
"ah!
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The next moment, the maids and guards waiting in the courtyard screamed.