The energy was stagnant, and the murderous intent was ready to explode.
The mountain king's eyes were calm, and he pointed upward.
With a low tiger roar, he stepped into the air and rushed into the sky, away from human weapons that might interfere with the battle, and away from a large number of ordinary people. Wei Yuan knew that the mountain king meant to fight in the sky. For him, this would avoid hurting innocent people.
Wei Yuan used the water god's divinity to control the remaining wind control ability of the brocade-feathered bird.
It seemed that because the enemy he faced was the mountain king, the soul of the brocade-feathered bird burst out with extremely strong power this time, and the clear bird cry sounded sharp and almost magnificent.
Wei Yuan opened his five fingers slightly, and the wind stagnated.
Then he clenched his five fingers.
The originally disordered wind suddenly changed, neat and orderly.
Suddenly,
The air around Wei Yuan suddenly surged towards him, making a deep and rapid whistle, blowing people unsteadily, making trees sway wildly, and dust flying, like a storm. Under the astonished gaze of others, Wei Yuan, who was in the center of the storm, also stepped on the storm and soared straight up.
The previously injured monk almost popped his eyes out.
Two figures, one in front and one behind, soared into the sky.
They broke through the already shaky barrier, accompanied by a crisp breaking sound, and the original plan to use the barrier to block the movement of this incident completely failed. The tourists who had never been far away raised their heads and widened their eyes, and saw the vast storm on this day.
Saw the people soaring into the sky.
......
The willful wind blew in their faces.
In the past, the power of Jinyu Bird could only be used to control the wind to fight. Once it exceeded the limit of what he could control, he might be in danger of being attacked by the demonic power. But now Wei Yuan does not have to worry about this and can release this power to his heart's content.
Human nature has a desire for the sky.
As the strong wind raged around him, Wei Yuan followed the flying mountain king closely and soon broke through the large clouds.
Wei Yuan's clothes, arms, and even his hair were all wet.
When he passed through the clouds, he felt a sense of suffocation and difficulty breathing, as if he was walking through a corridor that would never end, but this was an illusion after all.
But in a flash,
his vision suddenly opened up.
Upward was the clear sky that could not be seen from the ground. The front was boundless, with clouds and mist flowing, and the mountains and rivers under his feet turned into a magnificent picture, with large tracts of sea of clouds surging, and the sky was like a wide curtain, like a glass fairyland.
Along with the broadening of vision, his mind also expanded.
Wei Yuan's eyes widened slightly, and then he took a long breath, looking at the black-clothed mountain king opposite him. He swung the eight-sided Han sword in his hand, and pointed his left hand with his fingers. With a long sound, the red light was like a red dragon, tearing towards the mountain king. The sword sounded magnificently, and Wei Yuan knew that the battlefield between him and the mountain king exceeded the barrier and could not be covered.
He simply stopped thinking about the troubles later.
Seeing such a broad scene, he couldn't help but let out a long whistle, the sea of clouds rolled, and he rushed towards the mountain king with a sword. The red magic sword first came into contact with the mountain king, and was knocked away by the sword in the latter's hand. Then, Wei Yuan had already approached, his eyes were golden, and he suddenly twisted his body and chopped.
The sword energy was like frost.
A cloud of mist was split open.
.........
The old Taoist priest who was preparing the altar was startled by the series of artillery fire, and then went outside to see the mountain beast soaring into the sky. He subconsciously wanted to curse and how could he fight, but then he saw Wei Yuan following closely behind him, and he was speechless. He almost shook his wrist and threw the talisman in his hand.
"This kid..."
Tian Chenzi opened his mouth.
He can fly into the air and control the wind, why did this guy need his own armor and horse talisman last time?
This bastard is pretending to be me?
The old Taoist priest frowned and realized that with this performance, he might not be older than the other party.
Maybe calling him a kid before was an advantage.
But in any case, this time there is some chance of winning.
The old man let out a long breath, his brows relaxed. In front of him, a ritual altar had been built with red sandalwood, with military talismans as materials, and the last tears and blood of many Taoists as cinnabar. The things were complete, but whether they would work and how much they could play was still a question.
He arranged the talismans one by one, exhaled deeply, and began to set up the altar.
......
In the sky, Wei Yuan, who was fighting against the divinity of Wuzhiqi and the mountain king, could only feel the powerful and unpredictable power of the gods at this moment. With the power of Wuzhiqi, he could use even Zhang Daoling's magic sword as easily as his arm, split his attention, and control the magic sword with one thought to attack and kill continuously in the way of Xuanyuan Sword Art.
On the other hand, Wei Yuan himself was wrapped in a raging wind, and he kept fighting with the mountain king.
For a while, he was not at a disadvantage at all.
But the main reason was that the power of Wuzhiqi resisted the divinity from the mountain king.
Because Shanjun had just broken through the original limit and stepped into the current level, he was far from reaching the peak level of the gods, but even so, the scene of this fight had already exceeded the scope of mortal practitioners——
The practitioners below stared at everything happening above.
The wind was raging, the sea of clouds was surging, the cold sword energy was constantly slashing, the clouds were trembling and steaming because of the aftermath, and then in the roar of the tiger, it was crushed by another force, and large pieces of clouds disappeared directly.
And accompanied by the confrontation of two divinities.
There was a storm, running thunder, and rain caused by the dissipation of clouds. Shanjun raised his hand, and the disintegrating clouds and lightning stopped, and then mixed into the vast clouds, and turned into a ferocious white tiger behind him, roaring with his head raised.
Soon,
The magic sword tore and stirred the water vapor in the clouds.
Then it kept spinning forward, slashing the white tiger transformed by the mountain king.
The water vapor dispersed, condensed, and turned into scales and claws. The magic sword naturally turned into a long dragon. The water dragon evolved from the divinity of the water god and the tiger evolved from the divinity of the mountain wind clashed in the sky above Yingtian Prefecture. If there were only two figures, most people would not be able to detect the speed of Wei Yuan and the mountain king at this moment, and after all, they were far enough away.
Then the current changes are clear enough.
Not to mention that Wei Yuan himself is just a mortal, facing such a horrifying scene in person.
The people below, even at a far enough distance, can still feel the grandeur of this change. Every time Wei Yuan retreats or is hit, it will affect their nerves. At this time, ordinary people in Yingtian Prefecture also noticed the scene happening in the sky.
Panic, panic, and shock.
At this time, some people have begun to try to stabilize the order of the crowd. Thanks to the previous incident of the Huai River entering the sea, everyone has seen the world and has a certain psychological resistance. Some brave people can even take out their mobile phones to shoot and live broadcast remotely.
"You can see that there is a scene of a dragon and a tiger fighting in the sky above Yingtian Prefecture."
"We don't know what the dragon and tiger that appeared are, whether they are gods or monsters, but I only know that the last time the Huai River was diverted to the sea was not a coincidence. Our familiar world should have gradually undergone some changes, some changes that we don't know whether they are good or bad."
Ban Hongyun is a contracted game anchor on the Internet and used to be a reporter.
Now he once again pointed his camera outside.
Just like when he was young, recording the battlefield on a foreign battlefield.
Then,
He heard a familiar voice.
The roar, almost like a roar or a roar, like some powerful beast, Ban Hongyun's breathing stagnated slightly, and then he felt a familiar trembling feeling rising from his tailbone. He paused and said in a dreamy voice: "...It's a group of fighters."
In the sky, the Shenzhou Longxiong fighter system took off and rushed to the battlefield at the fastest speed.
The unique roar of the fighter made the people in the whole city fall into silence.
This means that there is an absolute enemy among the dragons and tigers.
It's an enemy.
......
The Longxiong fighter flew across the sky.
According to the analysis just now, they can't get too close. The power of modern science and technology is a holistic and extremely precise power. The tiger has shown his understanding of modern technology before. Once he destroys a certain precision equipment of the fighter, this beast in the air will directly lose its combat effectiveness.
And the fighter's locking system cannot automatically lock the tiger body.
Switch to manual.
The fighters dispersed instantly. Modern weapons were comprehensive and powerful enough. This time, they did not carry explosive gunpowder weapons at all, but directly used kinetic impact weapons. Even gods could not completely ignore such expensive, exquisite and powerful weapons when fighting with the enemy.
The mountain king raised his hand, the air solidified, and the ammunition was blocked, and he was not injured.
But Wei Yuan stepped forward fiercely.
The magic sword hissed and slashed at the mountain king.
Then it was blocked by the sword in the hand of the mountain king.
Wei Yuan stepped forward directly, and his right hand instantly grasped Zhang Daoling's magic sword. The fingerless gloves on his right hand could not withstand the air force and turned into powder. The oldest Yuanming Red Talisman in the Zhengyi School slowly lit up, and the sword whistled instantly and slashed directly at the mountain king's shoulder.
Then,
Wei Yuan directly let go of the sword, clenched his right fist, and hit the mountain king's abdomen heavily.
He shouted out a word of sealing.
Even the mountain lion was affected at this moment.
Wei Yuan retreated instantly. At this moment, the fighter group poured out gunpowder missiles and bombarded the mountain lion that was hit by the punch and affected by the talisman. Then, accompanied by the tiger's roar, the white tiger transformed by lightning and clouds swept across with its claws, sweeping away all the violent flames.
......…
Tianchenzi stared at the changes in the sky.
The old Taoist priest had lived long enough to know that there was no best opportunity at all. As long as it reached a certain standard and could succeed, it was the best opportunity. He saw that the mountain lion showed a method similar to the Dharma image and resisted the bombing of the fighter group. He slammed the decree in his hand.
There would be no second attack like this!
This is also one of the problems of modern weapons. This thing is a consumable.
Opportunity is not to be missed!
Fuck him!
The old Taoist cursed in his heart, looked at the sky fiercely, and prayed that the old brothers of Baiyun Temple would not let down at this time. This time, the altar was not well prepared, the materials were insufficient, and the specifications and rituals did not meet the requirements in a strict sense.
He had done his best, and whether it would be effective depended on the sky.
The sky was low and drooping.
It took almost only a breath of time for something strange to happen -
The modern heaven was the power of heaven and earth left by the true cultivators from ancient times to the present after their death. The so-called heavenly soldiers had no true spirits at all, and only recognized the imperial edicts and rituals. Now, the rituals were not regular enough, and there were no imperial edicts. Most of the gods in the heaven had no reaction.
So, only the true spirits of the predecessors of Baiyun Temple gave feedback...
However,
It was all the Baiyun true cultivators in the past, without exception.
The law is the voice of the heart.
This is far beyond the extreme of the altar.
The old Taoist was stunned and lost, but in the end he no longer had the heroic spirit of success. He looked around at the unfinished game of Baiyunguan, feeling disappointed.
......
The friction of the air made a rustling sound, and this magnificent and powerful sound kept spreading. Even Wei Yuan himself was attacked by this magnificent aura. He groaned and almost coughed up blood. His consciousness was dim for a moment.
Then he saw the heaven and earth overturning and pressing down. He saw a huge chain made of clouds and mist in the void, which slowly penetrated with a heavy and extremely oppressive momentum. The single chain was almost like a mountain, piercing the shoulders and spine of the tiger, the Dharma body of the mountain king, and then slowly straightened it as if to pull him to the sky.
The tiger struggled and roared, so the lightning wandered in the sky and hit the chain.
So the strong wind raged, causing the chain to shake constantly.
So the lightning, thunder, and the exploding thunder and fire were swept by the strong wind.
But after the lightning faded and the storm subsided, the chain was still the same as before, and even in the thunderstorm, it looked more majestic and terrifying. This change was almost like a myth reappearing, leaving both practitioners and mortals speechless for a long time in this terrifying moment.
Wei Yuan forced himself to control his consciousness.
He knew that the opportunity had come.
He did not deny the determination of the mountain king himself, nor did he deny his own role in building divinity, but he could not deny that the luck bestowed by Liu Xiu was also the ceremonial guard that enabled the other party to transcend the earth and join the gods. He must seize the opportunity, cut off the luck, and cut off the high platform where the gods are.
In this era, "killing" the gods.
There may be danger, but there is no second choice.
Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and his pupils turned from gold to ink.
At this moment, he turned from a god to a human.
Wuzhiqi's power dissipated.
Then, relying only on the remnant soul of the brocade-feathered bird to control the wind, he stood high in the sky, while Wuzhiqi's divinity condensed in Wei Yuan's palm, following the path of memory, and turned into Zhang Jiao's last talisman. At this moment, Shanjun's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Wei Yuan, feeling the power in the latter that was enough to threaten himself.
Wei Yuan slashed with his fingers, and Zhang Daoling's magic sword attacked Shanjun in an instant.
He held the sword in his right hand and stepped forward to prepare for the final blow.
But he never thought that Shanjun would face the attack of the magic sword without avoiding or retreating, and took the sword alive. His arms were bound by invisible chains, but his eyes were still grim, staring at Wei Yuan, and suddenly shouted: "Brocade-feathered bird, are you going to betray me a second time?!"
The remnant soul of the brocade-feathered bird stagnated at this moment.
The mountain king shouted angrily: "Don't retreat yet!!!"
The tiger roared to the sky, and Wei Yuan heard the panicked voice of the brocade-feathered bird. Then, the remnant soul was actually shaken away by the tiger roar of the mountain king in front of him. Wei Yuan's eyes showed a trace of astonishment and unwillingness. As the master, the mountain king has enough control over his subordinates. This is beyond doubt.
But he didn't expect that the effect would be so great after the mountain king became a god.
And Wuzhiqi's divinity turned into a talisman to slay the dragon. Without the protection and control of Wuzhiqi's divinity, the brocade-feathered bird could not fight against the mountain king at all.
He expected such a possibility, but he didn't expect that the brocade-feathered bird, which had been reckless, would be so weak and incompetent when facing the mountain king, without any heart at all, and couldn't even hold on for a breath, until he completed the last step of this talisman.
Tianchenzi looked up and saw with bloodshot eyes that the figure lost his strength and fell before the last sword was handed out.
But he was powerless.
Now, many people, either through telescopes or other methods, knew that the tiger was the enemy, and now the "own man" was exhausted and fell. Falling from such a high place, even a steel body would die.
Wei Yuan fell faster and faster, and even breathing was a little difficult.
The magic sword was about to catch him with a hissing sound, but it was restrained by the mountain king instead. Wei Yuan saw that the fighter seemed to be affected by the mountain king. The wind came from the tiger, and the strong wind formed an extremely irregular turbulent layer around the mountain king, making the fighter's flight trajectory extremely unbalanced.
In Wei Yuan's left hand, the talisman transformed by Wuzhiqi's divinity was still there.
As long as he crushed it, it would be enough for him to forcibly rely on water vapor to soar into the air, which is the so-called driving the fog.
But that means there is nothing that can cut off the divinity of the mountain king.
He himself does not have the Taoism of his teacher, and if he does not have divinity, he may not be able to do it even if he risks his life.
Wei Yuan stared at the increasingly violent wind with wide eyes, exhaled a long breath, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand whistled. He looked at the wind as if he wanted to grab something. He did see it. Deep in his heart, the words that the young Taoist had said to him flowed through one by one.
And the strange beasts that he had seen in the ancient times also appeared before his eyes one by one.
Even the alchemy in the late pre-Qin period.
What he saw, what he knew, what he learned.
A rare madness and determination appeared in Wei Yuan's eyes, just like he had stopped the beast in his previous life. He took a last look at the mountain king hiding behind the clouds, and the corners of his mouth hooked up - abandoning the past and merging into one, there is not only one person with such a heart.
Wei Yuan held the talisman in the palm of his left hand and adjusted his body in mid-air.
Closed his eyes and concentrated.
As if he didn't know that he was about to fall and die.
Finally, he whispered,
"The talisman is the language of the heart..."
The hand was not a magic sword, nor a nine-section staff, but a piece of ordinary iron.
Wei Yuan brushed the sword with his fingers, and the blood of the crouching tiger was infused with spirit. The talisman patterns appeared on the sword, and the dragons and phoenixes danced. At this moment, he was no longer bound by the Zhengyi Dao or Taiping Dao. He was wanton and arrogant. Wei Yuan's black hair was flying. He held the sword with both hands, gritted his teeth, and then heavily inserted it into the void. The talismans were densely spread in the void, turning into a talisman array, like a magic altar.
It was Wei Yuan.
Not Yuan.
He exhaled and said-
"Wild wind."
What is wind?
It is the flowing air, the diffusion, and the energy between heaven and earth.
It is wild horses, dust, and the breath of living things blowing each other.
The wind is omnipresent and can carry sound. With the wind between heaven and earth at this moment, everyone clearly heard the word "strong wind". Then, for some reason, the air suddenly became dull, as if there was no wind at all. Therefore, it felt like returning to the hottest time again.
Ban Hongyun felt his sweat wet his back.
An indescribable depression and dead silence.
Then, as if the gentle whispers of heaven and earth came with the sound of the wind.
"Come."
Ban Hongyun felt a little cool.
He stretched out his hand, felt the air flowing between his five fingers, and looked up suddenly.
The silent air began to surge wildly, gathering in one place in the sky. The wind is flowing air. In a distant place, it is a gentle breeze, which is barely detectable. As it gradually approaches, the wind begins to accelerate, like a flowing stream, and finally completely turns into a violent torrent.
Then,
An exciting voice resounded through the world.
The pilot who was struggling to control the fighter saw a drastic change on the special instrument and said, "Report, there is a strong reaction, approaching at a very fast speed, no, it's too late!"
The whistling sound rushed into the sky.
The police who were risking their lives to maintain traffic on the overpass turned their heads, and the people who were living in the modern steel jungle looked up. They saw the fighters from the highest technology of mankind flying in the sky, and saw the white clouds like the ocean.
Seeing that the strong wind seemed to have turned into a huge whale, crashing through the sea of clouds, and swimming gently in the sky.
Above Him is the vast sky, which has never changed from ancient times to the present, and below are dense city high-rise buildings, flashing traffic lights, and cars parked on the road. He swam across the sky, and the fighter group suddenly stabilized, got rid of the influence of the strong wind, and flew into the sky.
The wings of steel and the legendary myth passed by, and the myth and the modern merged at this moment.
The eyes of the tiger condensed slightly, and for the first time, the unexpected appeared in his eyes.
Under Wei Yuan's feet, the shadow of Kunpeng, which was transformed by the previously controlled strong wind, dissipated. This was originally the shape of the wind, but it was strengthened by its shape. Wei Yuan was thrown high by the strong wind, and he drew his sword in the air and slashed with his finger. Zhang Daoling's magic sword and the eight-sided Han sword, which was originally made of ordinary iron, flew out of his hand at the same time.
Transformed into two lights, one red and one blue, and instantly pierced through the arm of the tiger.
The first generation of heavenly master, magic sword.
The last generation of crouching tiger, war sword.
Wei Yuan fell from the air, and at this moment he landed in front of the tiger, and slashed horizontally with his finger.
"The art of peace begins with the exorcism of diseases and ends with the slaying of dragons."
The voice paused, thinking of the young Taoist's words asking the big man to die, Wei Yuan just said:
"Evil God, be punished!"