Chapter 561: Rain of Demonic Spirits, White Lotus Purifies the World
"finally come."
Qin Yi sat cross-legged under the peach tree, his eyes flashing with golden light, and he looked up at the dark clouds above his head.
"Black Rain?"
Qin Yi couldn't help but smile and said: "The lineage of Mo Lang is really interesting. The first two failed, and they still used Feng Shui techniques to deal with me."
The golden light in Qin Yi's eyes changed from flickering to always bright.
I saw its true nature in a moment.
"Rain of Demonic Spirits? Tsk, tsk, is this rain falling on the demonic beasts on Molang Mountain?"
Of course, this "rainfall" is only for monsters.
If people are exposed to the rain, they will be corroded by demonic spirits. At the least, their bestiality will be revealed, their humanity will be dull, and they will suffer from mental problems. During cultivation, they will easily become possessed by demons. At worst, they will turn into demons, act as the accomplices of tigers, become evil spirits, and become enemies of humans.
"Are you planning to kill two birds with one stone?"
Send another wave of benefits to the monsters in Molang Mountain, and attack the living people near Black Wolf Mountain.
"No matter how many times you achieve with one stone, playing Feng Shui in front of me is all in vain."
In an instant, Qin Yi thought of a solution.
"rise!"
Qin Yi raised his hand seals, and a tornado was born from Huaijin Garden. With the blessing of the Feng Shui formation, it grew into a huge tornado in mid-air that almost covered the entire Molang Mountain.
The tornado swept all the black rain that had not yet reached the ground into it. Under the tornado's head, there was only a well connected to the ground.
The body of the tornado winds like a hovering dragon, and also like a huge funnel. The big head on the top is connected to the rain of demon spirits gathering under the dark clouds, and the small head on the bottom is connected to a plant a hundred miles west of Luojing.
The wellhead of a long-abandoned mine in a sparsely equipped mine.
The rain of demon spirits continued to fall from the sky like a waterfall, pouring into it.
At the mouth of the small well, he was like a glutton, eating as much as he could without spitting out.
Qin Yi looked in that direction, with an inexplicable look flashing in his eyes.
"There was supposed to be a Kirin Secret Realm in the Kun position of the Central Plains Dragon Vein, but it disappeared and was replaced by a bottomless sinkhole."
The reason why that mine was abandoned was because when digging downward, a sinkhole was dug.
After Qin Yi discovered the sinkhole here, he immediately closed all the mines here and listed the place as a forbidden area.
"This sinkhole has a special location, a strange smell, and an inexplicable origin. My intuition tells me that if it goes deep, it will be very dangerous. If I just leave it alone, it will be fine."
Let the Demon Spirit Rain of the Black Wolf clan explore the path for him.
Sure enough, there was no movement.
It seems that this little temptation is not enough to find out its reality.
Qin Yi retracted his gaze from the tiankeng and looked up at the top of Molang Mountain, which was covered by dark clouds.
"This rain of demon spirits should be a test of me by the Black Wolf clan."
More than ten years ago, two people in a row were defeated by Qin Yi in Feng Shui. It is impossible for the Molang clan not to know.
I won't be so stubborn and still compete with him in Feng Shui.
"However, the demon tribe's attainments in Feng Shui have indeed progressed very quickly."
Whether it is the snow-based Feng Shui technique of the Snow Wolf clan, the water-based Feng Shui technique of the Gu insect clan, or the cloud-based Feng Shui technique of the Black Wolf clan.
It can be seen that the demon clan has unique development and utilization of Feng Shui.
"The Rain of Demonic Spirits is indeed a very practical Feng Shui technique."
With a slight modification, it can become a spiritual rain that is beneficial to people.
Introduce the spiritual energy from high altitudes into the Feng Shui array and improve the level of spiritual energy in the Feng Shui array.
Qin Yi raised his head and looked at the Feng Shui avenue he had created with his "mind's eye".
"With the promotion of Feng Shui, Feng Shui Avenue becomes more and more powerful, especially after the demon clan enters the game..."
The power of the Feng Shui Dao has naturally benefited him, who created the Feng Shui Dao and created his own cultivation system based on the Feng Shui Dao.
The system of his cultivation has higher potential and also makes his strength stronger.
"The current Feng Shui path is enough to support me to take another step forward."
Qin Yi spread the art of Feng Shui not for nothing, but for the purpose of laying eggs.
Use the wisdom of everyone and demons to strengthen and perfect the Feng Shui path.
"Both the main body and the avatar have been cultivated to the Yuan Shen stage, and various arrangements such as magical powers, secret techniques, luck, the power of incense, Feng Shui formations, etc. have been prepared for completion in the past ten years... Now, everything is ready, all we need is
The east wind is blowing."
As long as he safely survives the attack of the Black Wolf clan, defends the Central Plains again, completes the last task of guarding the Central Plains, and receives rewards, he can advance.
"It takes ten years to sharpen a sword... The Black Wolf clan, let me see what you can do."
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Above the dark clouds, several figures stood in the air, looking down at the entire Luojing.
"Ancestor Yunying, let me just say that this rain of demon spirits is useless. You insist on doing it again, which is unnecessary."
After Huaying Patriarch saw that Demon Spirit Rain's attack had no effect, he turned pale at the charming woman next to him and complained: "Look, we could have attacked directly without anyone noticing, but in the end, we were attacked
If you act like this, you will scare off the enemy, so you can only fight head-on."
Ancestor Yun Ying snorted coldly and said: "He's just a genius from the human race. What's so great about it? I'm scaring you. I really don't know how you've lived for five thousand years. You're so cowardly that you can't even be a thirty-year-old."
I’m afraid of all the little human babies next year.”
"I'm afraid of him? What a joke!" Patriarch Huaying laughed angrily and said: "He is a small character who has not even reached the realm of Lord Lord. I would be afraid of him. If he hadn't stayed in the land of turbid spirits and refused to come out, I would have been there long ago.
So I dealt with him, but you, Ancestor Yunying, aren't the art of Feng Shui just a game for a little kid from the human race? As for why you value it so much and have studied it for more than ten years?"
Ancestor Yun Ying was not embarrassed at all, and retorted calmly: "Fools who worry a lot will eventually find something. The art of Feng Shui is indeed a rare secret art, and it suits me very well. The potential of this art is so great that I have only seen it in my life.
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Having said this, I don't know what I thought of, and glared at Patriarch Huaying: "Unlike some ancestors, they have a pair of eyes in vain, and they have grown so many years in vain, and such advanced secret techniques are just for them to send.
The humans under the rule attacked the Central Plains, harassed the Central Plains humans, and then sent them out. It was really... a waste of natural resources."
At the beginning, Patriarch Huaying did not pay enough attention to the art of Feng Shui. Although he was shocked by the intention and power of Feng Shui, it was just a small art below the Lord level. In order to disgust Qin Yi and win over allies, Patriarch Huaying
Without much thought, I gave it as a gift.
Later, after he learned about the Snow Wolf Clan and the Gu Insect Clan, he suddenly realized the power of Feng Shui.
However, at this time, the Feng Shui technique had already been given away by him, and it was impossible to take it back.
I can only regret it secretly and have no choice.
Seeing Qin Yi use the wind to break the rain of demon spirits of the ancestor Yunying in an instant, the ancestor Huaying rejoiced: "Is this the Feng Shui technique you have studied for ten years? This is as simple as being broken
It seems to be of no use!"
"You don't understand the significance of the rain of demon spirits to our demon clan at all." Ancestor Huaying's words did not make Ancestor Yunying angry. He just glanced at Ancestor Huaying pityingly, shook his head, and said this.
, then turned to a middle-aged man with a majestic face beside him and said: "Ancestor Shanying, my experiment is completed, you can start."
Ancestor Shanying took a step forward and glanced coldly at Luo Jing below.
Stretch out your right hand and press down.
"town!"
A huge mountain-shaped shadow appeared in the mid-air, like Mount Tai weighing its top, hanging over Luojing, slowly falling downwards.
Qin Yi raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes slightly opened, his expression stern.
"coming."
Qin Yi's figure flashed and appeared on the barrier. Looking at the falling mountains, his mind raced and he quickly deduced.
"Although it is shaped like a mountain, it doesn't contain a trace of Feng Shui."
It is completely two extremes from the previous Rain of Demon Spirits.
"This is pure supernatural power."
Qin Yi analyzed it and analyzed the Avenue of Shadows, the Avenue of Ink and the Avenue of Mountains.
The Molang clan took action, and the two avenues of Shadow and Mo took the lead. This was expected.
"Hey, there are also traces of the blessed land? Wait, I understand, this is the projection of the blessed land?"
This is a typical power of the Blessed Land.
"This is the plan, to use force to suppress others."
Qin Yi lowered his head and glanced at Luo Jing City below him.
Luojing City is the capital of the human race in the Central Plains and a gathering place for the human race elites. Once Luojing is lost, it will undoubtedly be a huge blow to the entire human race.
His ten years of hard work have been in vain.
"It seems that I can't do it this time if I don't take out some stuff from the bottom of the box."
Qin Yi's hands kept changing the fingerprints, quickly communicating with the Feng Shui formation under him, and mobilizing the power of the Feng Shui formation.
"White Lotus Purifies the World!"
Under Qin Yi's cross-legged position, white lotus pedestals emerged from under his body. Then, a huge white lotus shadow appeared in mid-air, enveloping the entire Luo Jing, protecting him under him, and faced Luo Xiu directly.
The shadow of Montenegro.
The collision of white and black.
The battle between mountains and lotuses.
The ripples after the collision dispersed the dark clouds in the sky, chaotic the spiritual energy around them, and even the space showed slight fluctuations.
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In the Demon Sealing Sect, on the highest floor of the Feng Shui Tower, a kind-faced old man in purple robes stood in front of the window, looking at the battle above Luo Jing with a solemn expression.
Behind him, a young man couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa Zu, when will you take action?"
Grandpa Zu has been promoted to Yuanshen and controls the field. If he takes action, he will definitely steal Qin Yi's limelight?
Bah, what kind of guardian of the Central Plains, what kind of patron saint of the human race, let’s see what kind of face Qin Yi will have in the future.
Hearing the words, the old man turned his head slightly and glanced at the young man behind him: "You think too highly of me. This level of battle is no longer something that I, a small character who has just entered the realm, can participate in. If I participate in it, even if it is just
Being affected by the aftermath, it is very likely that the realm will be shattered and the body will disappear."
What? This, how is this possible?
Isn’t Grandpa Zu in the Yuanshen realm? Hasn’t he already mastered the realm? Isn’t his strength already at the top of the human race? How could he not even be qualified to participate in the war?
The young man's expression froze, and he suddenly thought of something, and said in a daze: "Could it be that Qin Yi has advanced to a realm above the domain realm?"
The old man shook his head and said: "Qin Yi's strength is much higher than mine. I can't tell. However, even if he hasn't broken through the realm yet, he will probably soon."
The young man shook his head in disbelief and said: "This, how is this possible? Creating a realm is enough to defy the heavens. How can it be possible to break through again and create a realm higher than the realm?"
The old man also looked a little lonely: "We have speculated before that Qin Yi, a genius who appears every thousand years, was born in order to lead the human race to take off and get rid of the shackles of the monster race. To be an enemy of him is like
Ants fighting against the sky have no hope of success, and now it is confirmed."
By sealing the clan in Jingshui, they can put out their unrealistic delusions.
However, then the old man didn't know what he thought of. He turned to look in Luo Jing's direction and said expectantly: "I think soon, the skills above the Yuanshen realm will be announced."
After being promoted to Yuanshen, he truly understood the strength of the realm and the strength of Qin Yi.
However, at the same time, after being promoted to Yuanshen, he once again felt the racial restrictions of the human race, and cultivation became difficult again.
His innate understanding, spiritual root qualifications, and cultivation resources are not among the best among human beings, but in the face of racial restrictions, none of them are enough.
He also knew that it was impossible for him to create a realm of martial arts above the realm of realms, so he could only pin his hopes on Qin Yi.
I hope that Qin Yi can break through racial restrictions and create techniques beyond the realm of realms during his lifetime.
He originally thought that this time was measured in thousands of years.
He still has a life span of nearly ten thousand years, so he can afford to wait.
However, unexpectedly, he still underestimated Qin Yi.
Only ten years have passed, and Qin Yi has actually touched the edge of a higher realm of realm.
It is estimated that it will take ten years to announce the skills above the Yuanshen realm.
For him, who has a lifespan of up to ten thousand years, isn't a few decades "quick"?
Thinking of this, the old man glanced in another direction, shook his head with a smile and said, "Those people can be at peace now. They no longer need to think about regaining the authority of the family and regaining their former glory."
In the past ten years, with the efforts of the entire clan, it was natural that not only the Feng clan in Jingshui had people who had broken through to the Yuanshen realm.
Although not all of the twenty aristocratic families gave birth to strong men in the Yuanshen realm.
Only a few with deep foundations have succeeded.
There are not many, but there are many.
The improvement in strength has made the major families ready to make moves again.
However, not everyone wants to be Qin Yi's enemy.
The power belongs to the family, but the strength belongs to oneself.
There are also people like the old man who look forward to Qin Yi taking another step forward, breaking racial restrictions again, and creating a new realm.
The young man looked at the sky unwillingly and cursed viciously: "I really hope Qin Yi can die together with those big monsters."
The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at the young man. A powerful pressure surged out from the old man. Faced with such pressure, the young man had no power to resist at all. He suddenly collapsed on the ground in fear, feeling as if he was taking a bath.
His whole body was covered in sweat, and his seven orifices were overflowing with blood.
"Grandpa, have mercy on me, have mercy on me, my grandson doesn't dare anymore, he doesn't dare anymore."
The old man snorted coldly, withdrew his pressure, turned around, and shook his sleeves.
"Go back to your ancestral land and you will never come out."
"Yes Yes."
The young man rolled away and crawled away.
Several figures appeared beside him.
Seeing this scene, a thin old man shook his head slightly.
"Why bother? It's just a rant from a junior. Who doesn't have such a good talent when they are young? It's a pity."
The old man in purple robe did not continue this topic, but glanced at the four people and said with a smile: "Everyone, it seems that I won this bet."
The thin old man who spoke before snorted coldly, and said with a tone full of unwillingness: "It's not the last moment yet, we can't tell who will win and who will lose."
Another burly old man sighed and said: "I hope you win, but this matter is easier said than done. Having the combat power of that realm and breaking through to that realm are two different concepts.
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The only old lady among the five people showed a kind smile on her face and said: "It's always good to have hope, but it's a pity. We originally wanted to help, make some contributions to the human race, and let the Holy Emperor owe us a favor.
Well, it seems that this time my hard work was in vain."
An old man wearing a mask said with a sinister smile: "I just said, don't come, don't come, you have to come, now it's okay, let's make people laugh, right? Let's leave, let's leave, everyone
Do whatever you have to do, with the Holy Emperor and his old man here, it won't collapse this day."
After saying that, his figure disappeared.
The remaining people looked at each other without saying anything, and disappeared one after another.
After the others disappeared, the old man in purple robe looked back at the white lotus and black mountain shadows that were gradually disappearing over Luojing. His eyes were full of longing and he murmured: