There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.
Everyone is waiting for Wan Yu Taoist's choice.
But I heard Taoist Wan Yu suddenly chuckle: "Haha, I hate being threatened the most in my life."
"What?"
Mo He looked stunned: "What do you mean by this?"
"Don't you understand?"
Taoist Wan Yu smiled lightly and said: "The meaning is very simple. Pindao not only wants to protect the people of this country, but also ends the catastrophe of the national destiny in advance."
"Behave yourself, no one in this world can threaten Pindao."
As Taoist Wan Yu said this, he suddenly put away the Dharma Realm Heaven and Earth.
The huge body suddenly shrank, standing proudly high in the sky, facing the Mo River opposite.
"The words are very strong, but do you have the ability to save the people of this country?"
Mo He sneered disdainfully: "To tell you the truth, I and the great calamity of the country's destiny are connected from the source."
"In other words, I and the Jin Dynasty are now two sides of the same coin. If you want to end the Great Tribulation early, the only way is to use overwhelming strength to suppress the Great Tribulation when the second stage of the Great Tribulation begins."
"But doing that is equivalent to suppressing the entire world. Haha, I admit that you are strong, but are you strong enough to suppress the world?"
"Even if your cultivation is sufficient, can your body withstand the backlash of that kind of power?"
"I'm telling you, it's impossible. Human flesh and blood has its limits after all. No matter how powerful a monk is, it's impossible for him to directly withstand the backlash from heaven and earth."
"Really?"
Taoist Wan Yu looked indifferent: "The poor Taoist really wants to give it a try. Can I withstand the power of heaven and earth's backlash?"
As he spoke, nine colors of brilliance shone all over his body.
"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die, then I will help you and let you be choked to death by the backlash of the power of heaven and earth!"
Mo He snorted coldly.
The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared.
No, that's not right!
He did not disappear, but his whole person had merged with the calamity clouds in the sky, completely indistinguishable from each other.
His mind and mana filled every corner of the Tribulation Cloud.
The next moment, the calamity clouds covering the sky and the sun suddenly surged like a vast ocean.
Groups of calamity clouds fell from the sky and submerged into the mountains and rivers of the Jin Dynasty.
Everyone had the illusion that at this moment, the entire mountains and rivers of the Jin Dynasty seemed to be alive.
Weird pulsations echoed between heaven and earth.
Click!
Suddenly a loud noise pierced the sky, and the clouds all over the sky suddenly started to rain heavily.
The rain was so heavy that it seemed like a vast ocean pouring in. It quickly formed torrents on the ground.
Fortunately, the people of the Jin Dynasty have already lived in the city, otherwise the overwhelming flood alone would have drowned more than half of them.
After the flood.
The ground began to shake, and cracks appeared on the ground.
Wherever these cracks passed, forests overturned and mountains collapsed, as if something huge was turning over deep underground.
It is conceivable that if these cracks spread into the city, the city will be destroyed in the blink of an eye, and all the people will be buried in the ruins.
Various disasters appeared one after another in the land of the Jin Dynasty.
The second stage of the great calamity of the national destiny has finally begun.
Xiguancheng.
The common people were all frightened, their faces turned pale, and their hearts were filled with despair.
They knew very well that in the face of such a terrible natural disaster, they had no power to resist and could only close their eyes and wait for death.
I originally thought that the Taoist Wan Yu in the sky could save them from the fire and water.
But now it seems that their hopes may be dashed.
Who in the world can forcibly suppress such a terrible natural disaster?
"hateful!"
Monk Shangzhen looked ugly: "Why didn't he choose to sacrifice half of the people, so that at least half of them would survive? Now I'm afraid that everyone will die."
"Half the people?"
Ji Shanhe sneered and said, "What you said is easy. If you were given a choice, would you be ruthless enough to kill half of the people with your own hands?"
"There's nothing we can do about that. It's better than everyone dying, right?"
Monk Shangzhen shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Ji, you don't have to think that this humble monk is cold-blooded. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to do big things, otherwise you won't be able to achieve them at all."
"What's more, he actually said that he could suppress natural disasters in this country. It's simply too fanciful?"
Monk Shangzhen obviously didn't believe it at all: "Mo He is right. The bodies of us human monks cannot bear the backlash of the power of heaven and earth. Alas, he really made the worst choice."
"Hmph, I don't think this senior is telling lies. He must have a way to suppress natural disasters."
Ji Shanhe has a completely different view.
While the two were talking, Taoist Wan Yu suddenly fluttered and fell to the ground.
His expression was solemn, and his eyes were filled with nine-colored brilliance, as bright as two rounds of tomorrow.
The next moment, he raised his hands to his chest and quickly pinched the seal with dizzying speed.
A seal!
Ten seals!
Hundreds of Dharma Seals!
His speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, hundreds of seals had been completed.
"This is……"
Monk Shangzhen and many monks suddenly widened their eyes.
Because they all know the seal that Taoist Wan Yu is holding at this moment.
It's not because this kind of seal is so mysterious, but it's just too ordinary.
That's right, the seal that Taoist Wan Yu is pinching at this moment is exactly what can be seen everywhere in the world of immortality - the Eight Methods of Tianyin.
This can be said to be a kind of bad seal, and almost every monk can use it with both hands.
And precisely because it is so common, no one has ever thought that the Eight Heavenly Sounds are such a powerful spell.
Could this Taoist Wan Yu actually want to use this extremely ordinary seal to fight against Mohe and the catastrophe of the national destiny?
How could this possibly succeed?
He must be crazy.
Now that we're here, shouldn't we use some earth-shattering spells?
But soon, everyone discovered that something was wrong.
Because after Taoist Wan Yu kneaded hundreds of Dharma seals, he did not stop and continued to knead the Dharma seals.
"Does the Eight Methods of Heavenly Sound have so many seals?"
Everyone was stunned.
In their impression, the Eight Heavenly Sounds can only have a hundred seals at most. How come there are so many more seals in the hands of Taoist Wanyu?
But unfortunately, Taoist Wan Yu had no intention of explaining it to them.
I saw him moving the seal faster and faster, and in the end it seemed that he had even broken through the limitations of space.
While everyone was still in a daze, Taoist Wan Yu had already finished pinching 18,364 Dharma seals.
A terrifying power that could shake the world was constantly gathering in his body.
At this time, various disasters in the world have become more and more severe.
The cracks on the ground have begun to spread toward the city, and despair fills everyone's hearts.
"Stinky Taoist, didn't you say you were going to suppress the disaster? Why didn't you take action?"
"Do you really think that you can defeat me with these worthless Eight Heavenly Sounds?"
"It's ridiculous. From my point of view, you should die together with the people of the Jin Dynasty, hahahaha..."
The sound of the Mo River echoes between heaven and earth.
At this moment, Taoist Wan Yu suddenly raised his head.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The quality of the magic formula ultimately depends on the person who uses it. Pindao will let you see how powerful your so-called bad Tianyin Eight Techniques are!"