Chapter 20: The Five Thunders of the Open Heaven (I)

A thunderclap spread throughout Kyushu, and I don't know how many people woke up.

There was no electric light in the sky, but there were many millimeters of light on the ground, and they rushed into the sky.

Some of these sources of light are monks, some are mortals, some are beasts, some are divine soldiers, calligraphy, paintings, and sculptures.

Awe-inspiring killing intent, this is not confined to form.

The millilights each followed a winding trajectory, drifting towards Bagua Mountain like smoke and mist.

In the Bagua Mountain, Zhuge Xin guarded the flags in the center, and with the convergence of a little light, the five colors on the flags were gradually completed.

Zhuge Xin did everything he could to get the five thunders of the open sky, not to mention the past, it was from Zhou Xinyan and the Zhou family who deliberately harmed Zhou Xinyan from the hands of Zhou Xinyan and the Zhou family to kill people and ghosts, which can already be seen. It's just that he has always been extremely cautious, and he has never taught others to see the slightest clue, and only today is close to the end of the process that he has to make such a big move.

"The people of the Zhao family should be the first to arrive at the scene, right?"

The mantra that should be recited has been recited, just like this long-term preparation, to this step today, the next thing can be done, if it can't be done, then no matter how hard Zhuge Xin works, he can't promote this ceremony.

To put it simply, things have come to this point beyond Zhuge Xin's control.

All he could do now was protect it from external forces.

Walking down the not very high platform, Zhuge Xin held a feather fan in his left hand and a short sword in his right.

The feather fan is the heirloom of the Zhuge family, and according to legend, it is made of the hair of the divine beast Qingluan, and it is accompanied by wind and fire with a light fan.

The short sword is made by Zhuge Xin himself, and the copper coins are bound and worn together by the red thread that has almost faded, and all fortune tellers who go to the rivers and lakes will have such a short sword, but Zhuge Xin's one is a little special - the copper coins that make up the short sword are not the conventional forty-nine, but forty-three.

"Duh!"

Swinging the sword, first pointing to the sky and then pointing to the mountain, as if to guide some invisible force in the sky to the distant mountains, Zhuge Xin's face was solemn, and after three consecutive swings, he spit out a big breath of white gas, and spit out words like thunder.

The white qi condensed in front of him, and it seemed to shoot slowly and quickly towards the distant mountains.

"More than 100 years of savings, I don't know how long I can stop it?"

Zhuge Xin shook his head.

……

"Thief!"

Old Zhao's voice resounded through the wilderness, and his beard was like an angry dragon.

The moment he heard the strange thunder, he realized what it all meant.

Someone gathered four of the five thunders of the open heaven, and used these four thunders as a guide to summon the fifth one.

No matter who it is, there is only one purpose for gathering the five thunders of the heavens.

In other words, there is only one thing that can be done after gathering the five thunders of the open sky.

That was something that the Zhao family, or even the entire cultivation world, would not allow.

"Huh!"

One moment ago, he was still in the old nest of the imperial capital, and the next moment, with the unfolding of the yin and yang diagram, Zhao Lao grabbed a ray of light and stepped into a place where the wind and snow were raging.

"You dare!"

One sentence, four words, when he roared out the first two words, Zhao Lao was still a lion who was a lion with a new defeat but not a little less powerful, but after roaring out the last two words, he became a water dog.

Talismans, countless talismans, replaced the snow particles in the vast snow, falling from all directions, burying Zhao Lao, each with a dangerous light flashing on it.

He fell into the pile of talismans, and it was dark all around, and in the moment before the talisman came to him, Zhao Lao saw the surrounding environment clearly.

He was supposed to be in the middle of a mountain, enclosed from the wind.

"No! When I start the teleportation, I always set the landing point in the air, and I can't teleport into such an enclosed space at all!

Zhao Lao Deng figured out the cause and effect, and while blaming himself for taking risks, he held up a round cover to protect his body with a yin and yang diagram.

The talismans were implicated in each other in the process of falling, and all kinds of light were involved and connected into locks, trapping Zhao Lao and the cover held up by Zhao Lao in it.

"'The Law of Locking the Dragon'!

Zhao Lao is very knowledgeable, and when he fell into the formation, he had a guess, and at this moment, when he saw the whole picture after the formation was launched, his heart was already open.

The method of locking the dragon, as the name suggests, is a formation specially created for trapping the divine dragon, and it can even trap the dragon standing at the apex of the divine beast, let alone a human. However, the current dragon locking array is only piled up by talismans, and when the mana stored on the talismans is exhausted, the large array will not be attacked.

Zhao Lao planned to do so, in order to speed up the process, he did not hesitate to urge his own skills to consume the power of the talismans around him, but there were a large number of talismans, and Zhao Lao needed to consider the battle that might break out directly after getting out of trouble, and the speed of progress was very slow for a while.

……

"The old turtle has been caught, the next guest to visit should be the young lady?"

Zhuge Xin stood with his hands down, and there were only forty-two copper coins left on the short sword he was holding in his right hand.

The oncoming wind and snow seemed to be a little colder, blowing the flags behind Zhuge Xin.

"Looks like I guessed wrong. ”

Zhuge Xin raised his head, and an old man in a black robe stood in the air.

"Zhuge Xin!"

Gritting his teeth, word by word is like an iron nail into the wood. The one who has a monstrous hatred for Zhuge Xin is naturally the bitter master who has been harmed by him.

"Brother Zhou, don't come unharmed. ”

Zhuge Xin said with a smile.

"Don't gossip, eat my sword!"

Zhou Xinyan is not a person who likes to talk nonsense, and when he saw the red color on the banner behind Zhuge Xin, he no longer had any doubts about who was the culprit of calculating himself.

He stepped on a swarthy flying sword, and in his rage, he actually pulled up and kicked the hilt of the sword in the air.

There was no trick, and there was no formula, the flying sword was kicked away, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zhuge Xin's head.

A blow without any level, eating it with Zhou Xinyan's cultivation at the moment is simply a brainless act to vent his anger, but just because the person who kicked this kick and issued this sword was Zhou Xinyan, Zhuge Xin politely waved the feather fan in his hand and shook the flying sword.

Zhou Xinyan, who lost the flying sword, fell straight down, and on the way, he pinched his hand and recalled the flying sword that was shot into the distance under Zhuge Xin's fan, which saved him from falling to the ground and being seriously injured.

"Shibei should be impressed for three days, Brother Zhou, your cultivation has really 'improved' a lot. ”

Three days ago, Zhou Xinyan's cultivation was completely destroyed, and his muscles and veins and foundation were even more useless, even if he was arrogant as before, he also felt that there was no hope of repair, and he was determined to die at that time.

But he didn't die after all, and since he didn't die, then he must make some people unable to eat and sleep.

Even if his current cultivation is a very low Qi cultivation period.

"Humph!

Zhou Xinyan didn't say anything, just like the unskilled kick before, he rushed forward as if he was holding a sword.