Chapter 174: In the Southern Territory, the sky falls for God Lord Mingyu
In front of the main hall of the Yi Mansion, in an instant, it turned into a piece of clear water and blue sky.
As the breeze blows, the water trembles.
In the midst of this turmoil, Guang Hui's eyes were filled with only a blue and white sword rainbow swirling around him!
The next moment, the sky and the earth were dark, and only the blue and white streams of light passed by and broke through the sky.
In an instant, thunder exploded, and the rolling thunder was carried by the strong wind and followed the streamer, leaving behind twisted and hot traces.
Where the blue and white swords flew past, the ground cracked and rolled up, and all the buildings on the left and right were affected.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the sword energy of the two swords plowed a deep trace ten thousand feet long on the ground, and half of the buildings on both sides were wiped away by the sword energy. Only half of the wall remains.
The figure of Guang Hui with a stiff smile in the sky suddenly shattered, like a bubble collapsing and melting.
“The Taoist Master’s swordsmanship is truly extraordinary.”
With a gentle voice, Guanghui Shishiran appeared behind Jiang Sheng, holding a six-ring Zen staff and a pestle in his hand.
Dang~
The mighty Zen sound resounded, and layers of golden ripples rippled out, stopping Jiang Sheng in his tracks.
Then Guanghui's right hand was twisted into a flower shape, and her index finger lightly touched Jiang Sheng's vest.
"Nianhua."
The next moment, the glazed brilliance spread over Jiang Sheng, turning Jiang Sheng into a glazed jade statue.
However, Guanghui suddenly frowned: "Feng Shui illusion?"
"Not bad."
An indifferent voice sounded in the sky.
Guang Hui looked up and saw Jiang Sheng standing in the sky with his hands behind his back. Two streams of light, one green and one white, came whimpering and turned into two swords and sank into Jiang Sheng's sleeves.
The wind sounded again, and a breeze blew by, followed by strong wind, strong wind, and strong wind.
Ling Lie was howling in the wind, but he saw black, red, and cyan winds moving behind Jiang Sheng, forming a wind barrier that stretched from the ground to the sky.
Guang Hui's expression changed. As soon as he took a step forward, he looked up and saw the mighty red wind in front of him.
When he turned around and looked again, Qing Feng, Hei Feng, and Bai Feng had blocked his left, right and rear.
The four-color Gangfeng trapped it in a space less than a hundred feet away. As the Four-color Gangfeng surged, thunder exploded and thunder filled the sky.
"The poor Taoist has learned a little bit about Feng Zhidao over the years of practicing the scriptures, and I would like to ask the Master for advice."
Jiang Sheng's calm and cold voice sounded from all directions.
The next moment, the four-color Gangfeng rolled back together, and rolling thunder followed.
In the distance, it’s not just Zhang Qing.
Yan Xiao, Du Yu, and Chen Guang of Qianji Sect all looked at the front of the palace in shock.
Within a radius of more than a hundred feet, all that could be seen were purple lightning, crazy thunder, and karmic fire and wind.
The power of the celestial phenomena was activated by Jiang Sheng. The strong wind eroded the soul and eliminated the bones, and the thunder and thunderbolt caused disaster.
The strong wind roared continuously, allowing Guanghui to rush left and right but could not escape. The thunder and fire came suddenly, and the blue Renshui True Thunder crashed down like a thunder waterfall and continued, leaving only the brilliant sky between the sky and the earth. Punishment of thunder.
Looking at the brilliant thunder and fire, Du Yu murmured to himself: "Is this really a golden elixir?"
Yan Xiao frowned at the constantly twisting four-color wind, and the sky was filled with thunder and fire. Back pouring is like a punishment from heaven.
God is full of wisdom, I'm afraid he's going to suffer a calamity.
Jiang Sheng's magic power is extremely deep, and he activates the real thunder of Renshui to make endless waves. The dazzling thunder and lightning continue to fall, and the strong wind has turned into a thunder pool.
At this time, Guang Hui's eyelids were drooped, and he was sitting cross-legged in the thunder pool with his hands clasped together. A layer of clear light of glass was traveling around his body, resisting the thunder from the sky.
One moment, two moments, three moments.
When the strong wind dissipates and the thunder and fire disappear.
The surrounding air became extremely hot, and the remaining arcs continued to jump and flicker, looming in the air.
In the hundred-foot radius, all the jade bricks and tiles on the ground were gone, and the entire ground had been evaporated to an unknown extent, leaving only a deep black pit.
Guang Hui slowly opened her eyes at this time and looked at Jiang Sheng in the sky with a smile.
"The Taoist priest's magical powers are amazing, and the young monk admires them."
The next moment, Guang Hui's figure disappeared without a trace.
Chen Guang was dumbfounded when he saw it: "Such a power of heaven is unscathed?"
"As expected of God's feet and Guanghui."
But Jiang Sheng didn't care and took a step forward. Just before appearing in the main hall.
Zhang Qing stepped forward with a smile: "The Taoist priest has amazing magical powers, why didn't he take the opportunity to kill the monk Guanghui?"
Jiang Sheng glanced at Zhang Qing, his voice was still cold: "God's Foot A single thought is a thousand miles away. If you can catch up, you can give it a try. ”
"The Taoist priest is joking, I don't have that kind of ability."
Zhang Qing smiled and looked up at the tall and majestic main hall in front of her and the shining plaque above.
"The sky is falling."
"Taoist priest, there is no such thing as this."
Jiang Sheng nodded slightly: "Let's go."
After the two entered the main hall, what they saw was the huge throne deep in the main hall.
On the divine throne, a set of tall crowns and robes fell on it.
The crown has seven strands hanging down from it, and seven jade beads hanging from it.
The following are seven chapters of mysterious clothes and colorful ribbons.
Although Tianluo Shenjun has disappeared, the crown dress seems to still maintain the appearance of its owner during his lifetime. The wide sleeves hang on both sides of the seat, and the crown hangs high, as if the god himself is still sitting on the throne. Above average.
"Qizhao Crown Xuanzhang Yi, this Tianluo Shenjun was also the chief of a tomb during his lifetime, and he was so powerful."
"It's a pity that after ten thousand years, hey."
Zhang Qing sighed, and also I don’t know whether I feel sorry for this Tianluo Shenjun or myself.
“There is something interesting about this Mianfu.”
Jiang Sheng looked up and down the Mianfu, and suddenly stared at the Mianfu: “Something is wrong.”
"Is there something missing from this crown uniform?"
Zhang Qing reacted immediately: "Jade! Where are the jade and the seal that represent the identity of the divine monarch?"
Thoughts Guang Hui came out of this main hall just now. Zhang Qing's face darkened: "Guang Hui!"
At this time.
In the unknown side hall of the Yi Mansion, under the broken gauze tent, a gray alms bowl was buckled on the ground, inconspicuous.
Guang Hui sat cross-legged in the alms bowl, her face suddenly turned red, and she spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Poof!"
Blood sprayed on the inner wall of the alms bowl, with traces of arc flashes attached to it.
As the blood spurted out, the red color on Guang Hui's face faded and turned pale again.
"Cough cough. Cough cough cough cough"
Guang Hui coughed violently, and his internal organs were on fire at the moment, as if they were all out of place, and even the operation of his magic power was out of order.
A brown-red elixir slipped out of her sleeve. After Guanghui took the elixir, she began to regulate her breathing and exercise.
After a few breaths, his complexion improved.
Feeling the remaining electric arc in the body and the burning pain of thunder between the organs, Guang Hui slowly exhaled.
“Lingyuan’s wind and thunder methods are no weaker than his sword skills!”
"But why did he hold back his hand?"
Guang Hui was certain that Jiang Sheng held back his hand.
Although if Jiang Sheng didn't hold back, he could still run away, but it would never be as easy as it is now, and it would be difficult to get better without a few years of rest.
But now, with the help of the elixir from Dajin Zen Temple, he can regain 80% of his combat strength after adjusting his breath and recovering for a few days.
Why didn’t Jiang Sheng kill him?
"The calamity has begun. Whenever there is an opportunity, the Taoism of the Shi family must compete."
"Now that Jiang Sheng is pretending to be powerful, but secretly holding back, it means that I am still useful, little monk." Thinking about the causes and consequences, Guang Hui chuckled.
"I see, that's it"
"Taoist Priest, what should I do now?"
Zhang Qing looked at Mianfu, who was missing something, and sighed helplessly.
Jiang Sheng still maintained his composure, pondered for a moment and said: "Look in the main hall, there is definitely more than that."
Zhang Qing nodded and jumped up to fly. Arriving in front of the throne, looking at the tall crown robe, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
"Taoist Master."
"Huh?"
Jiang Sheng looked at Zhang Qing and saw Zhang Qing hanging in front of the divine throne, with a pair of eyes full of astonishment.
"Taoist Master, what kind of things will you use to prove your identity in Penglai?"
Jiang Sheng replied: "Jade plate, token, seal."
Zhang Qing then smiled and said: "I finally found something wrong with this place."
Jiang Sheng frowned slightly, only to hear Zhang Qing continue to say: "Taoist Master, do you still remember the front hall?"
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"If the front hall were made smaller, wouldn't it look like a common government office?"
Jiang Sheng recalled the throne table in the front hall, the jade pillars on both sides and the remaining things, and slowly clicked nodded.
Zhang Qing said again: "Taoist Master, what is the immortal way and what is the divine way?"
Jiang Sheng said in a deep voice: "The immortal way is misty and the divine way is vast. One seeks transcendence and one returns to the heavenly way. , each is different. "
The so-called immortal way is the orthodox Taoism today, seeking the true self and taking the path of transcendence.
Destiny is in me and not me, and I am also me.
Supernatural powers are all obtained through hard work and have nothing to do with external forces.
No matter where he is, his magical power is not restricted, and he can travel around the void and all realms at will.
As for Shinto, what you seek is the way of heaven, and the path you follow is determined by destiny.
Respect the way of heaven, carry out the destiny of heaven, receive the incense of the world, and be majestic.
The practice of Shinto lies first in oneself and secondly in the blessing of heaven.
Unlike the Immortal Way, which relies entirely on oneself, once the Divine Way loses the blessing of Heaven, it will inevitably lose its realm and lose its status.
Therefore, Shinto practitioners will not easily leave their own world to avoid losing their realm, and the deity will not easily leave the divine palace. Most of them will be incarnations outside.
In a world where Shinto is prosperous, its world will must be manifested.
The way of heaven dominates everything. The monks are under the way of heaven and are enveloped in a net called the way of heaven.
The improvement of a practitioner's realm depends not only on one's own cultivation, but also on your character.
Otherwise, even if you have the talent to become a god, you will be trapped in the golden elixir realm and cannot be promoted.
Whether it is the Mountain and River Realm or the former Dixuan Realm, they are both worlds where the will of the world is hidden.
The person who takes the lead is the practitioner, the living being, and the immortal family.
Immortals and gods actually depend on whether they are transcendent or not.
Zhang Qing continued: "This Tianluo Shenjun should be a member of the Shinto."
"Looking at the layout of his divine palace, it is the same as that of an official government office. It emphasizes incense and sacrifice. He is favored by heaven and has a transcendent personality."
"However, Heaven no longer favored him, and this divine king was immediately knocked down and disappeared without a trace."
Jiang Sheng looked at the empty palace in silence, the only remaining crown robe. It seems to be the only remaining glory and proof of this Tianluo Shenjun.
"Shinto."
"You, the Xingchen Holy Sect, are actually plotting something divine."
Listening to Jiang Sheng's words, Zhang Qing said: "Don't involve the slave family. The slave family is just a pawn, and they don't know anything about this."< br>
Jiang Sheng stopped talking. He is a person in the immortal way and does not like the things of the Shinto very much.
But this crown suit, if you go back and practice it again and modify it, you should be able to turn it into a magic weapon of the immortal family.
Thinking about it, Jiang Sheng stretched out his left hand, and the broad sleeves turned into a black hole that blocked out the sky and the sun, and took away the crown robe.
After Jiang Sheng put away the imperial robe, Zhang Qing pointed to the throne: "Taoist Master, look what that is!" The transparent jade plaque is revealed.
This is a jade tablet.
The jade tablet is crystal clear and slightly curved, with jade seal scripts tattooed on it.
After thousands of years, the divine text is still shining brightly and its brilliance remains undiminished.
"What does that mean?" Zhang Qing looked at the jade wat with its gleaming light, wondering.
"Those words are the Lord of the Southern Territory, Tianluo Mingyu Mansion."
An indifferent chuckle sounded.
The orb given by Master Yueyue from Zhang Qing’s sleeve ignored Zhang Qing’s control and flew out.
The figure of the real Yueyue appeared on the round orb.
"The Lord of Tianluo Mingyu Mansion is one of the Eighteen Zhenhai Mansion Lords in the Southern Territory. He has a very high status and has reached the ultimate realm of divine transformation."
"This Tianluo Shen Mansion is this Lord. "
The Lord of Tianluo Mingyu Mansion?
Zhang Qing watched Master Yueyue appear in surprise, and then bowed respectfully: "Disciple, pay homage to Master."
Master Yueyue looked at Zhang Qing with a half-smile but not a smile: "Okay Disciple, you did a great job.”
"As you said, you are a very useful chess piece."
Jiang Sheng bowed and said, "Is it because of this jade tablet that you really put all your efforts?"
Death Master Yue nodded: "This Tianluo Shen Mansion has its own restrictions. The realm of transformation into gods is not allowed to enter. The upper limit is the golden elixir realm."
"But when the golden elixir realm reaches this mansion, as long as you use If the power does not exceed Yuanying, there will be no problems."
"In other words, the limit of the power of this divine palace is the late Yuanying."
Having said that, the infinite power in the orb poured into the shadow, causing the shadow of Master Yueyue to gradually solidify.
When the clone took shape, the real person Yueyue slowly fell to the ground, and the orb hanging in the air was dim, cracked and shattered.
Stretching his body, Master Yueyue stretched out his hand, and the ten-foot-long jade wat flew into his hand, and then turned into a one-foot size.
Gently stroking the jade wat, Master Yueyue looked at Jiang Sheng again.
Jiang Sheng naturally released the mianfu from his sleeves.
The Baizhang Mianfu continued to shrink, and finally shrank to the size of a normal human being, and fell into the hands of Master Yueyue.
"Jade Wat, Mianfu."
Master Yueyue smiled with satisfaction, but suddenly his smile froze.
The next moment, the pressure of the Nascent Soul realm erupted, and the entire palace trembled.
“Where is the seal?!”
Zhang Qing could hardly breathe under this terrible pressure. She collapsed on the ground and said reluctantly: "Guang Hui, Guang Hui took it away!"
"Shenzu Guanghui?" Master Yue frowned.
Did the Six Wisdom Buddha disciples from Dajin Zen Temple also come to Tianluo Palace?
The magical power ignores distances and barriers. The chasms and ravines in the sky are no more than ordinary, and the magic power of formations is no more than clouds.
Wherever your mind goes, your body will be there.
The Dajin Zen Temple had obviously made preparations in advance to send this Buddhist disciple with magical powers.
The consciousness of Yuanying realm dispersed, and Master Yueyue suddenly smiled: "Oh, Guanghui is still in this palace."
After that, Master Yueyue mentioned Zhang Qing disappeared, seemingly ignoring Jiang Sheng.
Obviously he was certain that Jiang Sheng could not live without this palace.
Jiang Sheng looked at the departing figure of Master Yueyue and murmured softly.
"The sky falls and Mingyu is the king."
(End of this chapter)