The dark and cramped room made it hard to breathe.
Even the sunlight coming through the white paper covering the window was dim.
Tianchenzi woke up in a daze.
He secretly practiced his skills and used his pure Yang Taoism to wear away the seal on his body. After an unknown amount of time, he finally broke free from the last blockade as his mana was consumed.
The old Taoist priest let out a long sigh.
He quickly stood up, moved his hands and feet, and shook his arms vigorously, his face twitching.
"Hiss... numb, numb, numb to death."
But he kept the same action for too long and was directly numbed.
After finally recovering and finally getting rid of it, even Tianchenzi breathed a sigh of relief.
Since half a month ago, when he noticed the strange roar of tigers in the mountains, he secretly investigated. If he were an ordinary cultivator, he would probably not be able to gain anything. But who is he? He has been struggling all his life, and he has become a master. He has seen all kinds of methods. He actually found the place and finally found that Zhao Xiu was actually a demon.
It's a pity that the demon's Taoism is too profound. Even he couldn't send a message before he defeated it. I don't know why the demon didn't kill him, but just sealed him and threw him here. The old Taoist priest can only wake up when he eats every day.
In other words, he has lived for more than a hundred years and has seen a lot of unorthodox methods. He knows some not-so-orthodox but effective methods to break the ban.
Otherwise, if he changed to a famous and upright Taoist priest, he would really confess.
But even so, after holding it in for so long, the old Taoist felt that he was about to die here. The old man looked at himself with only his inner clothes left, and felt very aggrieved. The tiger demon was too reckless. It was fine if he knocked him down, but he even stripped off the old Taoist's signature patchwork robe.
I have never been so embarrassed in my life.
If he had not been in the old style and had worn inner clothes, he would have been naked directly?
Tianchenzi's mouth twitched.
If it really came to that, there would be no need for others to help, he would have killed himself.
Finally, after meditating to recover, the old man looked up and saw bloodstains everywhere in the room, and the human skins in Taoist robes. Looking at the statues of the ancestors of the past dynasties who were still in a pure state, his expression was faintly gloomy, especially when he saw his friends among them, he felt melancholy in his heart.
This is the Baiyun Temple's ancestral hall.
The most peaceful place, the most polluted place.
The old man sighed, stood up and prepared to go out and inform the action team of the situation here.
At this time, he felt a pang of regret.
I should have brought the whole phone with me.
But when he pushed the door, he saw through the crack that there was not even a tourist in the side hall where at least a few people would come and go. Only those Taoists who had long since died were still coming and going. One of them was carrying a food box and walking over. The old Taoist reached out and touched it, and then he remembered that his Taoist robe was gone, and the talisman was naturally gone.
At present, his mana was seriously depleted, and he had no copper coin sword, peach wood sword, talisman, wine pot, gem, or Bagua mirror. In his current state, if he attracted too many Taoist ghosts, he might not have a good end. He immediately turned around and planned to hide, but after breaking the ban, it was difficult to hide his aura.
Just when he was having a headache, it was not just because he had used too much force when breaking the ban, or because he had not placed it properly. When the Taoist ghost pushed the door in, the Taoists who were wearing Taoist robes and sitting cross-legged suddenly tilted, and no matter where they were placed, they all fell towards the old Taoist.
The old man was caught off guard and fell down.
The foul breath covered his mouth and nose, and the thick death covered his vitality.
Tianchenzi's eyes widened, and he saw that the person covering him was his good friend from his youth. He saw that he was clearly human skin, but there were tears and blood in the corners of his eyes, and his face was sad and hateful. He seemed to be looking at him and saying something. The old Taoist sighed silently, closed his eyes, and let these human skin Taoists cover his vitality.
The one who delivered the food was just an ordinary ghost.
He only knew how to complete the behavior mechanically, without the ability to detect, and did not have the courage to touch the things here.
He left after putting down the food box.
After the ghosts left, the old Taoist priest pushed away the Taoist priest who was pressing on him, gasped for breath, and sat on the ground. After a while, he straightened his friend and saw the expressions on the faces of the dead Taoist priests, which had changed from being forced to change to being sad. The old Taoist priest was silent for a while, looking outside, and said to himself:
"The evil spirit is soaring, but it is also solemn and magnificent."
"This monster is going to become a big deal."
He turned his head to look at the Baiyun Temple ancestors who were all dead and only had people left. The Taoist priest said, "I can't just walk away in this situation. There are no ordinary people outside. It seems that the action team and the Taoist sect have found something wrong with this place. We can open an altar to perform a ritual. Let's give it a try."
"But a good cook cannot cook without rice. At least a ritual altar and talismans are needed. Now there is no good wood to make an altar, no yellow paper and no cinnabar, and no way to make talismans. If you really want to, come and help me."
The old Taoist priest bowed seriously to the dead Taoist priests in the room.
He raised his head.
There was no reaction in front of him.
He was laughing at himself, and before he turned around, he suddenly heard a crackling sound, like thunder and anger.
The tablets of the ancestors, which were originally neatly placed and made of high-quality red sandalwood, all turned over and fell to the ground. It was only a little more than one meter high, but all of them were broken, and cracks appeared on the statues of the ancestors. Some were on the arms, and some were on the chest, where talismans were buried.
It is the foundation of Baiyun Temple's fundamental Taoism and the foundation of Yangyin Shenbingma.
And the dead Taoists shed tears of blood in their eyes.
When the old Taoist saw this scene, he opened his mouth, thinking that the Taoists of Baiyun Temple used magic to make money and practice Taoism before, but now they have to use these collected things to subdue demons, and shook his head and sighed:
"Taoists."
"Don't look at the blue and purple brocade clothes, don't look at the delicacies and jade plates."
"Chop the tablets into an altar, and shed blood and tears into talismans."
"Take your talisman as a ceremony."
"How can I escape from being trapped in prison? A net in the world , fame and fortune are a net, you all died, but you got a pure heart to conquer demons. "
He sighed and was sad, but he also gave out a heroic spirit from the bottom of his heart, performed a Taoist salute, and said:
"In this case, the old Taoist will use this hundred years of Taoism to accompany you Taoist friends to build the Qingwei Demon Conquering and Sainting Altar one last time."
...
Wei Yuan stared at the ghost in front of him who turned into an old Taoist priest, and realized that he had made a mistake.
He only divined whether the old Taoist priest was safe and whether his life was not in danger.
But he did not calculate where the old Taoist priest was now and what state he was in.
This was because he had known that the old man was in Baiyun Temple before, so he had a blind spot in his thinking. He didn't have time to think about it at the moment. It was just a ghost in front of him, but he had no way to guarantee that the mountain king would not know and could not guarantee that the mountain king would not take the initiative to kill him.
Immediately restrained his mind and shook the sword in his hand.
He slashed the ghost with painted skin horizontally, and the sword energy was cold. The painted skin broke into pieces of white paper and fell to the sky. However, Wei Yuan was surprised in his heart. The appearance was fine, but why did the clothes of this ghost have such texture, as if they were real.
Without time to think about it, Wei Yuan slashed with the sword in his right hand to protect himself.
He put his left hand together and drew a talisman in the air.
The raging flames burned the ghost Taoist priest and his patchwork Taoist robe to ashes.
Wei Yuan flew out of the window and fell to the ground.
There was silence.
Taoist priests wearing Baiyun Temple Taoist robes stood behind him, with their arms hanging down. The wind blew past them, and their faces were wrinkled. They stared at Wei Yuan expressionlessly.
Wei Yuan held the sword and exhaled.
He was no longer in the situation where he was killed by multiple painted skin slaves in the shadow of the moon and dew.
One breath runs through the whole body.
He stepped forward suddenly, and applied the martial arts of the battlefield generals to the eight-sided Han sword in his hand. The sword screamed, and it chopped vertically and horizontally, tearing out a cold light, like a general rushing into the enemy's encirclement.
General-style swordsmanship.
He performed the Taiping Taoist magic at will.
In just a dozen breaths, he actually dug a passage in this encirclement. Seeing from afar that the barrier was about to open, Wei Yuan had no choice but to fight and retreat, but a trace of doubt flashed in his mind for a moment.
Since these Taoists are the ghosts of the mountain king, why does the mountain king not show up, and the strength of these ghosts does not meet the level of the legend of the mountain king, which is the source of the name of the mountain king.
Is it because Shanjun's strength has declined greatly after he abandoned his identity as a land god?
After all, He is the land god of Yanhan, and the so-called land gods are not orthodox.
This is why real practitioners don't care much about these land gods that will fall with the rise and fall of dynasties.
Or is it the previous story?
Wei Yuan thought of Shanjun's past and suspected that Shanjun was still in a painful choice, which led to his current state, but for some reason, he felt a little strange in his heart that he couldn't ignore. His thoughts turned, and he flew with the sword in his hand. He had already escaped from the encirclement, and finally stepped on a high place and jumped dozens of meters away.
At present, all the tourists in Baiyun Temple have been evacuated.
The barrier is about to be fully unfolded.
Some true cultivators have taken the ancient talismans suppressed by the Yingtianfu Action Group and set up a ritual altar that has been handed down from the past to specifically restrain the existence of earth gods. Wei Yuan rushed out like lightning. Not long after, he looked back and saw a layer of light that could not be seen by the naked eye.
It was like a huge cover, covering the Baiyun Temple and half of the mountain.
Those long-dead ghost Taoists hit the cover, and burn marks appeared on their bodies, accompanied by green smoke and a hissing sound, but they still didn't know whether to live or die, and madly attacked the seal.
Wei Yuan looked at Baiyun Temple with mixed feelings.
I don't know if the old Taoist is okay, and I don't know where the old Taoist is now.
Is he trapped, or is he smart enough to escape early based on past experience?
Someone brought Wei Yuan to a safe place. A beautiful and gentle woman said, "Master Wei, thank you for your help. Hmm? Are you injured?" Wei Yuan followed his sight and saw a sword mark on his arm. He was fighting against many enemies and forcibly charging into the formation. He was not a cultivator who cultivated his physical strength like Yuanjue. Without using his trump card, he was naturally injured.
She said, "Come over here, I'll treat you."
Wei Yuan said, "Magic?"
The woman was surprised, then smiled and said, "No."
She said seriously, "It's a first aid kit."
Wei Yuan was stunned, and then watched the beautiful woman take out a first aid kit with a cross label, treat Wei Yuan's wound, spray some disinfectant, and then bandage it. This was a short-term front-line command center. Everyone knew that the young man in front of them was taking risks for this operation.
Wei Yuan looked at the screen in front of him and said, "What will we do next?"
A liaison officer replied, "We will use more firepower than before to saturate the mountain. Don't worry, the accuracy of our modern technology has confirmed that if we hit his left arm, he will not bend to his right leg. We don't plan to flatten the mountain. In fact, it is difficult to flatten the mountain."
"Even if we do, the residual impact will make the surrounding area no longer suitable for living."
"Then, the true practitioners of Tianshi Mansion have also prepared the Five Thunder Method, which will be used at the same time."
"There is a special altar to weaken the strength of this mountain king."
"In addition, there is..."
From the preparations one by one, it can be felt that the importance of the mountain king has been raised to an unprecedented level this time. With the current state of the mountain king, there should be no problem and it will be dealt with directly.
Wei Yuan saw from the display screen that after the orders were issued, modern technology armed artillery and even special missiles rushed towards the mountain where Baiyun Temple was located. The previous ghosts had collapsed and died under the previous wave of individual firepower.
At the foot of the mountain, there were members of the special operations team and soldiers of the Shenji Camp, forming a defense line.
To prevent any fish from slipping through the net.
This time, there was no doubt that they had made up their minds and would never let the mountain king escape.
But for some reason, Wei Yuan always felt something was wrong, and had a vague worry. With the order to agree and open fire, his spirit was slightly shaken. From the screen, he saw the second round of firepower pouring down, and the power of modern technology burst out together. This was a grandeur completely different from the God Age and the practitioners.
Wei Yuan was a little distracted.
Then, a layer of light rose from Baiyun Temple. It did not resist forcefully, but swept across the sky with a special trajectory. Then, violent explosions continued to explode, but they did not fall on Baiyun Temple, but exploded above Baiyun Temple, above the mountain range.
A large amount of flames rose in the air, vast and magnificent.
The barrier became the one that received the greatest impact and began to crumble.
This scene was clearly displayed in everyone's eyes. A large amount of flames bloomed like flowers, and Baiyun Temple under the firelight was shrouded in a red shadow, with great tension and impact. The body of the person delivering the order was stagnant, and his eyes looked at this scene. After a long time, someone murmured:
"Missile interception trajectory, gunpowder detonated in advance?"
"It used magic power to build a barrier similar to the missile interception trajectory?"
"This, this, this... is this a monster?!"
This is a situation that has never been seen before.
The members of the action team, who had enough experience and confidence, had dense cold sweat on their foreheads.
It was like suddenly entering a nightmare from which they could not wake up.
Wei Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly remembered what Jue had said to him with a smile when he was painting oil paintings before, 'Because I have lived for a long time, I will learn things quickly'. Shanjun has also lived for a long time. The grandeur of modern technology is because it is a force that everyone can participate in and is most closely connected to the times, and this also means that if the demons and gods are willing, they can also learn and master this power.
Missiles and rocket launchers are powerful enough.
But they are also dead objects. Since they can be intercepted by means of technology, magic can also do it.
However, Shanjun, who will indulge in the past, will have such a strong mind to learn and master modern knowledge in a short period of time, and will he know how to use magic to build an interception barrier?
Wei Yuan instinctively thought about what Shanjun did, and his thoughts stagnated slightly.
Suddenly, he realized something. After the mountain king escaped, he only did three things: breaking the seal, leaving, and practicing. Because of the files left by the monks in the past, the action team and Wei Yuan himself had a huge misunderstanding about the mountain king.
The story he knew was told by the old man.
It is the old man, not the tiger, who is still dwelling on past grudges!
It is the past, not the present, that is suffering from the choice!
Trample,
Trample,
Trample——
The sound of quiet footsteps rang out one after another.
A man in black slowly walked out of Baiyun Temple, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He wore a modern black hoodie with a denim jacket on the outside. He had neat short hair and even a pendant on his right ear. He looked calm and raised his head slowly, looking at the firepower that was strengthened again.
His five fingers slowly clenched together, and the second artillery coverage was completely intercepted before it reached the effective range.
At this moment, the altar that had been built to suppress the earth god collapsed directly.
Dozens of true practitioners who presided over this altar coughed up blood together.
For some reason, they suffered a huge backlash, and the ancient talisman that was circulated in the Han Dynasty was directly torn apart.
At this time, an indescribable, throbbing pressure emanated, and a new barrier was generated inside and spread outward. The members of the action team who were originally at the foot of the mountain suddenly found that they could not control their bodies, and suddenly had instinctive panic and throbbing.
The sudden change made everyone almost lose their ability to think for a short time. The enemy's change was far beyond their expectations. The woman with a gentle face looked at the ancient scroll that had been passed down from generation to generation and lost its light, and subconsciously murmured: "How is it possible, isn't it a land god? How could the land god of the Han Dynasty not be affected?"
"He is a mountain king, but he is no longer a land god..."
The woman subconsciously looked at the museum owner who was speaking.
Wei Yuan stared at the mountain king on the screen.
The land god was born because of the national destiny, became strong because of the national destiny, and would also collapse because of the weak national destiny.
Once he was decreed as a land god.
It was like being branded.
It was impossible to change.
Unless He had completely abandoned his past.
Unless He relied on himself to transcend the constraints of the earth god on himself and gave up everything.
Unless Yan Han's luck still circulated in this land, connected with the vertical mark between his eyebrows, and became his current foundation.
Unless he directly intercepted enough remaining divinity in the Buddhist beads and contained them all.
Not trapped in the heart, not chaotic in behavior, not entangled in the past, not indulged in grudges.
Buddhism and Taoism are integrated.
Cut off three thousand troubles and they are all false, only the thought in my heart is the true spirit.
This is no longer the earth god appointed by the dynasty.
Yan Han is dead.
"This is a god, a god of heaven."
God of heaven? !
Everyone who heard this sentence was stunned. The god appointed by the dynasty and the real god of heaven are completely two concepts. One exists with the demise of the dynasty, and the other is a myth that lives as long as Shenzhou. At this time, they suddenly realized one thing, that is, people in Shenzhou will have a misunderstanding.
Mistakenly believed that the gods were all kind.
Actually, they were not.
The woman who bandaged Wei Yuan finally came to her senses and asked again.
But she did not see the figure standing next to her.
......
At the foot of the mountain, the monks who were originally on guard against the evil spirits suddenly lost the ability to control themselves. They could only watch the mountain king who looked like a handsome man walking step by step. They could only watch as the entire mountain range where Baiyun Temple was located turned into another existence as he walked.
The power of the gods opened up their own paradise.
In the end, they saw themselves being covered in it in despair.
Gods, even if they are weak, are still gods.
There was a dead silence. Courage briefly lost the brilliance it should have at this moment. Unlike the gods of the earth, when the monks attacked the gods of Shenzhou, they would also encounter the backlash of heaven and earth, fear, hesitation, and the natural suppression when facing the gods.
In the dead silence, only one person was still able to act.
The footsteps suddenly exploded like the sound of a low war drum.
A figure crouched down, like an arrow shot from a bow, piercing through the stiff crowd and rushing into the barrier created by the mountain king himself. The liaison officer in the back saw this scene and subconsciously said: "Master Wei?!"
Is he crazy? !
At this moment.
The low sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar.
Wei Yuan swept his fingers together, and before the person arrived, a red stream of light tore and whistled, slashing past him one step ahead.
It was Zhang Daoling's magic sword, which seemed to have slashed through nothingness.
Several monks who were frightened by the pressure in the barrier were able to break free.
Then, Wei Yuan suddenly stepped forward, his steps paused slightly, his left hand clasped the shoulder of the injured person at the back, twisted his body and exerted force, his left arm exerted force gently, like hugging a baby, the wind turned, sent it out, and his right hand took advantage of the situation to hold the sword and slashed it out swiftly.
The sword rang heartily.
Several trapped people fell back.
Without caring about themselves, they turned their heads suddenly, and then they all lost their minds and saw that the man actually stopped the man who was like a god or a demon. In an instant, two Han-made swords collided quickly here, and burst out with continuous and sharp sword sounds.
Shanjun said slowly: "It's you..."
The water god's edict that Wei Yuan had asked Wuzhiqi for last night dissipated, and he clearly recalled the scene that the young Taoist had shown him, cutting off the dragon vein, and at this moment, perhaps he would also cut it off once, cutting off the luck given to Shanjun by Liu Xiu, and cutting off the altar cast by Shanjun himself...
Teacher, I hope I haven't forgotten it.
Wei Yuan's palm was numb from the shock, but the long sword in his hand did not retreat at all.
His eyes were emitting golden color because of the sudden surge of ancient divinity. This time, as a Taoist master of Taiping Dao, he controlled the power as unbridled as the ancient Huai River, and his pupils finally turned golden.
In the sound of the passionate sword collision, he and Shanjun almost simultaneously pulled back and distanced themselves.
Shanjun, who finally transcended his self-mythology, looked at the Crouching Tiger who had accompanied many legends.
Wei Yuan's palm trembled slightly.
At this moment, he noticed the low momentum behind him. He also understood what it would be like for modern humans to first come into contact with the gods who should have disappeared in the Age of Gods in the true sense. The power of Wuzhiqi's edict was constantly fading, and he needed the help of these people. He needed to break their fear and let them remember things other than the fact that 'the gods are not all kind'.
Wei Yuan was silent for a while and exhaled slightly.
So those people saw that the young-looking owner of the hall hung the low-roaring Crouching Tiger Order around his waist.
Seeing the eight-sided Han sword in his hand against the ground, he spoke in a low voice, calm and gentle, with the power to calm people's hearts, saying:
"The mountain king was originally a land god, and later became a god of heaven. He has tasted blood sacrifices, acted recklessly, and brought disaster to the world."
The voice paused slightly.
Then, a calm and peaceful voice fell.
"Crouching Tiger Weiyuan, come and kill him."
Only Shenzhou in the world has such a misunderstanding.
The gods are all kind.
That's because, in this ancient land, from ancient times to the present, there was Zhuanxu who broke the earth and the sky, there was King Yu who controlled the flood and killed the gods, and there was the first emperor who ruled the world. That's because the evil gods have all been killed!
Chopping down mountains and destroying temples!