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Night, starless.

The area of Yulong Mountain is continuous and steep, the road is dangerous, and the place at a slightly higher altitude is even heavier than the knee, and it is difficult to pass. Legend has it that as early as ancient times, a real dragon passed here, but was trapped by the strange cliffs and heavy winds and snows here, and could not find a way out after wandering for a long time, and finally froze to death, so there was the name of Dragon Mountain. Locals believe that the dragon's body is still buried somewhere in the Dragon's Mountain, forever cursing this ominous land.

The snow covers the eyes, the wind is like a knife, just like the usual cliff path, but at this moment there is a series of deep footprints. I followed the footprints forward, turned a steep bend, and suddenly the light came on again.

Torches, oil lamps, three by two, one by two, one in two, one by two, one in two, one by one, two by two, one by one, and one by one, are not dazzling, but they are particularly precious in this cold and dark place.

With this rare light, a group of more than 40 people faced the wind and snow, held on to the cliff, and moved with difficulty.

"Master of the Void Clouds?" The questioner's voice was not loud, but a little displeasure could be heard in his tone. The proper military uniform, the delicate pistol case at the waist, the heavy mink shawl, and the guards who followed him inseparably, everything that could be seen frankly revealed the identity of the interrogator as an officer.

"Master of the Void Clouds?" There was no reply, so the man had to ask again, and his right hand unconsciously pulled down the brim of the military hat that had been pressed very low.

The guards behind him were all nervous, they had seen this small action too many times, this was a manifestation of the chief of staff deliberately suppressing anger.

This chief of staff is none other than the first wise general under Zhang Zuolin, the king of the Northeast, Yang Yuting.

After asking, the person who turned back was an old man wearing a hat and a robe. The old man was described as emaciated, his white curly goatee was covered with snow slag, and compared with the heavily armed soldiers behind him, the old man's clothes seemed too thin, but his face was not frozen at all, but faintly ruddy in the light of the fire.

This old man is the "Master of Xuyun" in Yang Yuting's mouth, the world's master of Zen Buddhism - Xuyun

Seeing that Xuyun stopped, the others also stopped, and beside them, there were two people who looked like Taoist priests, and if they looked closely, these two Taoist priests were also famous figures. One of them is in his early fifties, with crane hair and a childish face, fairy wind bones, and a delicate long sword behind his back, which is the fifteenth generation descendant of the Quanzhen Dragon Sect - Xu Weiqiao. The other is just a young age, but he is not chic and handsome, although he is the youngest, he is not timid at all, and it turns out to be Chen Xuanning, who is known as the "immortal cultivator".

"Master Xuyun," Yang Yuting shook off the snow on his shoulders, looked around, and then said: "The wind and snow are heavy, and the road is getting more and more difficult to walk, or you go down first, I will let the brothers go up and have a look, and I will come back to pick you up if I can get by." ”

Yang Yuting's mouth was respectful, but his heart had another expression. The goal has been achieved, and now he just wants to get out of this hellish place as soon as possible.

Four days ago, Yang Yuting was still in northern Liaoning, discussing with Zhang Zuolin the matter of completely exterminating the Mongol rebels. The big battle was just around the corner, and there was a shortage of soldiers and food in his hands, so after thinking about it, Zhang Zuolin decided to let Yang Yuting negotiate with Xu Shichang and mediate some soldiers and weapons.

This plan made Yang Yuting in a dilemma. On the surface, the other party is Xu Shichang, the governor of the three eastern provinces, and he is Zhang Zuolin's confidant, so he is of course the most suitable negotiator. can tear this layer, and the things inside are not very good-looking: Xu Shichang has long been afraid of Zhang Zuolin, and sending him to exterminate the rebels is somewhat of a bit of a murder with a knife. Last year, borrowing troops was already very dangerous, and now if I go again, I am afraid that I will not get a good face, and I will turn around and capsize in the gutter, which will be a great loss. Zhang Zuolin chose himself, firstly, he was justified, and secondly, even if there were any changes in the future, he could push four, five or six, which was simply a wonderful move to the source, but if there was really that day, he would inevitably become an outcast.

How could Yang Yuting not think of this, he was thinking in his heart, and suddenly a guard came to report, saying that there was a monk and two Taoist priests outside the army who asked to see him, and one of the old monks named "Xuyun" claimed to have an old relationship with the general.

Zhang Zuolin patted his head happily after hearing this, and he was going to greet him when he went out. Speaking of which, although this Zhang Zuolin is cunning, he is still gracious and righteous, when he fell into trouble and his life was hanging by a thread, he was saved by the wandering Xuyun Mage, and Zhang Zuolin has never forgotten this life-saving kindness.

Yang Yuting saw all this in his eyes, and felt as if there was a turnaround, Yang Yuting's mind turned, and he stopped Zhang Zuolin under the pretext of identifying the right body, and he went out first.

Seeing Xuyun, after a few words, Yang Yuting heard that Xuyun was in a hurry, and he had to rush to Yulong Mountain in the north of Harbin immediately, although the specific situation was not clear, but this gave Yang Yuting a great opportunity. Yang Yuting knew this, and immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging Master Xuyun to save his life.

Xuyun was a monk after all, and seeing that Yang Yuting's words were sincere and pitiful, he complied with his request.

After entering the military conference hall, Xuyun politely refused Zhang Zuolin's various retention, but repeatedly pleaded for one thing - to send people to evacuate all the people around Yulong Mountain.

Zhang Zuolin saw that Xuyun and everyone behind him had solemn expressions, and his heart was not simple. After asking carefully, Xuyun only said that there would be a change in a few days, and I was afraid that a large number of people would die in the Dragon Mountain.

Zhang Zuolin knew that Xuyun would not be sensational, but it was not easy to evacuate the residents, and it was long and lengthy, and it had to be extended to nearby residences, not to mention how many troops would be transferred, but the back and forth deployment would greatly delay the war here.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zuolin shook his head again and again, and told Xuyun about his difficulties. Xuyun only sighed softly after hearing this, paused for a while, and slowly said the second request.

Let Yang Yuting escort him to Yulong Mountain.

Of course, this request was come up by Yang Yuting himself.

Zhang Zuolin owes Xuyun a life-saving kindness, and in the face of this second request, he really can't afford to refuse. After thinking about it left and right, I gritted my teeth and responded.

Of course, all this was also expected by Yang Yuting.

However, what Yang Yuting didn't expect at all was that the place where Xuyun was going would be so evil.

Since he stepped into Yulong Mountain yesterday, Yang Yuting has been indescribably awkward in his heart, and he always feels a chill on his back, as if there are countless eyes lurking in unknown corners, secretly peeking at him. The locals did not seem to want to go near this place, and even if they hired guides, they only took them out of a forest at the foot of the mountain, saying nothing and refusing to go any further.

It is said that there was a group of green forests in distress, hiding and escaping inadvertently into the dragon mountain, and in the end only two or three people came out, and they were all crazy and stupid, and they kept saying that there was a monster living in the mountain. This is passed on ten, ten is spread to hundreds, some say that it hit the mountain god, some say that it ran into the mountain ghost, one is more mysterious than the other, but no matter how you say it, no one dares to enter this dragon mountain.

Yang Yuting has always believed in evil, if it weren't for Zhang Zuolin's order to protect Xuyun first, and relying on this vote of Buddhism and Taoism to go together, Yang Yuting would not have come to this ghost place if he was killed.

"Master, what do you think of my proposal?" When he came back to his senses, Yang Yuting asked again, looked at Xuyun, and couldn't wait to help him nod his head.

Xuyun lifted his hat, his gaze penetrated the wind and snow, and disappeared into the dull night sky.

A faint roar came faintly from the top of the Dragon Mountain.

The swaying, the snow, the night sky, seemed to shake with this roar.

No, no, the sky doesn't shake, it's shaking, it's the earth, it's the dragon mountain.

In the roar, in the distant woods below the mountain, there were bursts of wild beast wails one after another, and the sound was like a desperate scream, tearing at everyone's ears.

"Ningzi." Xuyun pressed down the hat and turned his head.

The immortal cultivator Ningzi is not old, but he has cultivated the ability to make Xuyun ashamed of his stargazing luck, speaking of which, it is this Ningzi who gathered Xuyun and a group of people together, so that he had this trip to Longshan.

"Hmm." Bao Ningzi pinched the trick with his right hand and thought for a while: "It should be able to catch up." ”

Yang Yuting was clueless when he heard this, but when he saw that Ning Zi finished speaking, Xuyun's brows furrowed even tighter.

"Lord Yang." Xuyun paused for a while: "It's been hard this way, you guys go down first." ”

If this was said earlier, Yang Yuting would immediately take his brothers back to the house, where is there any reason to refuse, no matter what kind of Xuyun monk he is, even if he dies on this Xulong Mountain, Yang Yuting can justifiably say that he was ordered to go down the mountain when he goes back.

But this abnormal movement of Yulong Mountain made Yang Yuting have to have an extra mind, he had already drilled deep enough in this evil field, and it was not more than half of the night, even if he could go down, the terrifying howl in the forest did not know whether it was a blessing or a curse. Besides, the roar of this dragon chant and the strange ground movement made Yang Yuting have a big question mark in his heart.

Is it really good to go down the mountain rashly?

"The master is out of sight." Yang Yuting said respectfully: "The master is Zhang Zuolin's benefactor, that is, my Yang Yuting's benefactor, our brothers will keep the master safe no matter what, but it's just ・・・・・・・" Yang Yuting's words changed: "It's just that since I entered this Dragon Mountain, there is a strange aura everywhere, the truth of the matter, please tell the master clearly, so that the brothers also have a bottom in their hearts." ”

Yang Yuting decided to figure all this out, and then decided to advance and retreat.

"Well・・・・・・・ fine." Xuyun nodded: "Ningzi, then you can talk to them." ”

After speaking, Xuyun ignored the aftershocks that were still faintly attacking, and continued to walk up the snow-covered path.

The group set off again.

"Speaking of which, this thing is also very strange." Bao Ningzi said as he walked: "A year ago, when I passed by Niubei Mountain, I met a strange person, and I chatted with him, so we lived together for a few days. ”

Yang Yuting knew that there was still something to follow, so he didn't answer, just nodded, and waited for Ningzi's words.

"Three months ago, I only realized that this anomaly did exist, and it was in the area of this dragon mountain." Pu Ningzi couldn't help but be a little impressed: "I actually predicted it a year ago, this strange person is really powerful, but unfortunately I don't even know his name." ”

"Does this change refer to the earthquake just now?" Yang Yuting asked.

"It's that simple." The one who answered the call was another Taoist named Xu Qiaowei.

"This dragon mountain is strange and strange, but it does not show defeat, I am afraid that there are still articles under this mountain." Xu Qiaowei was worried.

"Could it be that there really is a dragon under this mountain?" Yang Yuting instinctively associated.

"It's unlikely, but." Yu Ningzi's tone was much more solemn: "What worries me the most is not this. ”

"What could be worse than that?" Yang Yuting's heart sank.

The wind howled, and no one answered.

"I hope it's a fake—the legend."

After Ning Zi finished speaking, he let out a long sigh.

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The top of the dragon mountain.

The snow-covered cold wind roared in the night sky, and with a low roar like a dragon's groan, the top of the cliff, which was originally covered with heavy snow, actually spit out a faint blue light as long as a green python as if breathing.

On the cliff at the top of the mountain, a pair of dark eyes are watching this unusual thing.

The owner of the eyes, now sitting cross-legged on the top of the roof, his emaciated silhouette covered with heavy snow, his broken cloak like a pirate's black flag, swelling in the night wind.

"How long?" A hoarse voice floated faintly from the man's thin throat.

"Sixty years." The man replied himself, but his voice suddenly became sharp and thin, not at all hoarse as before, as if it had come from another soul.

"Sixty years・・・・・・ have finally waited for ・・・・・・," hoarse voice.

"Hee-hee-hee." Shrill laughter.

A hand that was as dry as a walking corpse poked out of the broken sleeve and slowly propped up the man's shriveled body.

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"Legends, what legends?" Yang Yuting asked.

"Some say that there is a terrible ghoul living in this mountain, and others say that there is a real god living in this mountain." Bao Ningzi replied as he walked.

"Which legend do you mean?" Yang Yuting didn't understand.

Bao Ningzi stopped, looked at the snowy night sky, and took a deep breath.

"Both."

"Huh?"

"I mean," Bao Ningzi turned his head to stare at Yang Yuting, "If there is such a person, who is both a fierce ghost and a god of all gods, do you believe it?" ”

Yang Yuting couldn't answer, but felt that his pupils had dilated several times.

"Seventy years ago, there was a man with a group of hooligans, but he brutally beat the Qing army to a mess, and even fought a Taiping Heavenly Kingdom."

"The monster you're talking about, is it Hong Xiuquan?" Yang Yuting's mind was spinning.

"Nope." Xuan Ningzi shook his head: "Hong Xiuquan is just a reckless man, he can defeat the Qing army, it all depends on one person." ”

"Who?"

"Zhang Yong."

"Zhang Yong?"

"Well, I also heard this name from a senior. It is said that this man has the ability to control the fate of a person, a group, an army, and even a country. ”

"Is there such a strange person?" Yang Yuting couldn't believe his ears.

Bao Ningzi didn't answer, with a noncommittal expression on his face.

"Even if there is, it was seventy years ago, even if it is a doll that has just landed, it will only be a bad old man if it doesn't die by this time, there is nothing to worry about." A dry laugh erupted from Yang Yuting's throat.

The joke sounded colder than the scum of snow stuck to your face.

"My master also mentioned something similar." Xu Qiaowei took over the conversation: "Dominate fate - if this is the same situation as what my master said." ”

"What the hell is that?" Yang Yuting blurted out.

The wind blew more and more violently.

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"Hee-hee-hee."

Disgusting laughter.

"What are you laughing at?"

Hoarse voice.

The man stared at the pulsating blue light beneath his feet.

"Nothing."

"Let's get started."

"Are you sure?" A sharp voice.

The man did not answer.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee, once it starts, I'll leave your body, and you'll soon become a real corpse because of this."

"Don't talk nonsense." The man replied, but he didn't mean to be in a hurry, and he didn't feel like he was blaming, and he couldn't even hear a little emotion.

Goo-goo-goo.

Like a pot of boiling paste, something black, muddy slowly came out of the man's face, hands, and waist, and flowed down his body to the ground, gathering into a disgusting paste.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee."

A terrifying, twisted face reached out from the black mud and smiled eerily at the man.

With the sound of hair-grabbing laughter, the black mud seemed to come to life, and little by little it burrowed into the snow.

"Come on, wait for me."

The man looked up, and something else faintly glistened in his hollow eye sockets.

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"Cloud Master?" Yang Yuting looked at Xu Qiaowei. This short answer is really unpleasant.

"That's exactly what my master said." Xu Qiaowei thought for a while, and then continued to explain: "The specific situation is not very clear even to my master, this seems to be a particularly secret faction, because it has a little relationship with my Taoism, and I have only heard of it, it is said that the people who practice this skill are called Yunshi, but they have many of their own rules, or prohibitions, but the most important thing is that if what my master says is true, then the matter of dominating fate may not be false." ”

"Isn't that why if he moves his thoughts, our group of people will all die?" Yang Yuting couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Not really." Xu Qiaowei waved his hand: "I said, they also have their own prohibitions, but-"

"But what?"

"It's just that," Xu Qiaowei paused word by word: "Master Yun, who can be described as a god and ghost, there are still a few points left in this ban, and it is difficult to say." ”

Wailing.

Like the wails of tens of thousands of beasts at the same time, the terrible sound almost shattered the eardrums, and those who were a little weaker couldn't help but squat down and cover their ears.

The source of that cry came from the top of the Dragon's Mountain.

It's moving again.

A gate shining with a strange blue light appeared in front of the man's eyes out of thin air.

The gate is about 10 meters high and 6 meters wide, and stone pillars carved with terrifying faces stand on both sides of the gate, and the strange and dazzling blue light slowly rotates in the stone gate like a whirlpool in the deep sea.

The terrifying cry came from this blue whirlpool.

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"Hee-hee-hee-hee."

The oil-like black mud came out of the snow, and with the usual disgusting laughter, it quickly converged and changed, and finally condensed into a hideous-looking clay figure.

"Hurry up, while you still have control over your body."

The clay man's mouth is exaggerated to the height of his eyes.

The man did not speak, the huge hood covered most of his face, and only a few strands of silver-white hair hung down from the gap in the hood, fluttering in the night wind.

The blue vortex seemed to connect to another bottomless world, and the center of the vortex looked deep and heavy, like a huge eye, staring at the walking corpse-like man in front of him.

The withered hand lifted little by little, slowly, slowly, closer and closer, as long as it went a little further, the man could really touch the door formed by the blue whirlpool.

A little further on.

"Bang!" A golden light fell from the sky, but it seemed to contain a huge power, and the man's hand bounced away from the door.

On the other side of the mountain, a huge crowd of people poured out at some point.

"Finally caught up." Xuyun withdrew the rosary in his hand, which was still faintly emitting golden light, and sighed softly.

The soldiers had already clutched their guns in their hands, and the black muzzles of the guns were all aimed at the man in the cloak in the distance, but even so, Yang Yuting couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Later, if there is really any danger, let them go up and find another chance to escape." Yang Yuting made up his mind in his heart, when necessary, if there is one person present, it can be a chess piece for his life.

What Yang Yuting doesn't understand is that the situation at this time is far from being dangerous and can be described by two words.

"There are so many annoying flies flying out of the blue." The clay figure said with a whimsical smile.

The man turned around, the dark hood covered his face, but it couldn't cover his powerful aura, and he could even feel the sharp and murderous eyes hidden in the hood.

"This non-human and non-ghost body・・・・・・ half-corpse・・・・・・ is it really him." Xu Qiaowei muttered to himself, and his voice couldn't help but tremble a little.

"It seems that it is really the worst-case scenario." Bao Ningzi clenched his fists, and the two words like a curse still came out of his mouth.

"Zhang Yong."

A flash of thunder flashed.

The blue vortex on the giant door became more and more turbulent, and the piercing scream pierced through the vortex, tearing at everyone's eardrums. Behind this vortex, it is as if there is an angry, huge force that is roaring to tear open this blue barrier.

"Wait, this ・・・・・・" Xuan Ningzi looked at the strange stone carving on the door, and fell into deep thought.

"The predecessor is the legendary Cloud Master Zhang Yong?" Xuyun asked in a loud voice.

The man slowly lifted the hood over his head.

"Who are you?"

"An old monk, call me Xuyun." Xuyun made a Buddhist salute.

"What's the matter with me?" The man asked, and the dark eye sockets were like an invisible sword, judging the uninvited guests one by one.

"The old monk has a cheeky face, please stop it and don't move this idea of the death door."

"The Gate of Death?" Yang Yuting listened to it in a fog.

That strange gate is called the Gate of the Dead?

"This door to life leads to the two worlds of life and death, yin and yang. Zhang Yong actually found the Yin vein on the Dragon Mountain, and accurately called out the door of the afterlife, which is incredible. Xu Qiao explained in a low voice, with three points of sigh and seven points of surprise in his words.

"No, it's not." Yu Ningzi, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, but the voice made Yang Yuting startled.

This voice, this tone, you don't even have to look back to guess Ningzi's current expression.

Expressions of fear.

"Zhang Yong old-timers, the living die, the dead die, it's all reincarnation, what do you have to be obsessed with? Calling out the door of rebirth, do you want to forcibly change life and death and reverse reincarnation? Xuyun sighed.

There was silence.

"So what?" The man's tone was still cold.

"Eh, listen to me, this is the ・・・・・・ of the afterlife"

"That's not right!" Xuan Ningzi interrupted Xuyun's words, and his trembling hand pointed straight to the center of the whirlpool: "This is not the Gate of Death. ”

"What?" After hearing this, Xuyun and Xu Qiaowei were also shocked in their hearts, and looked at this door carefully.

"Could it be that-" Xuyun looked at the increasingly turbulent blue vortex, "I see. ”

"This catastrophe is finally all right."

This is not the door to extradite life and death at all, this is the Shuramon who imprisons evil spirits!

"Zhang Yong!" Xu Qiao roared, "What do you mean by calling out the Shura Gate? Do you know what happens when this door is opened? ”

"What do you know, what do you not know?" The man looked up at the dark night sky: "You can stop me?" ”

"What a crazy tone!" Xu Qiaowei shouted, and was about to rush forward with an arrow step, but was stopped by Xuyun reaching out.

"Why?" Xuyun asked painfully.

The black cloak was attached to the man's shoulder, and the hunt sounded. Mixed with the sound of the wind and the screaming, like a rhymeless swan song, echoing on this dragon mountain.

"If we keep talking, you really don't have much time." The clay figure gestured to the giant door within reach.

On the doorposts made of stone pillars, those hideous reliefs are peeling off and decaying little by little, scattered into ashes.

"What is the obsession that makes you not hesitate to destroy this world?"

"You don't have to know."

After speaking, the man knelt down on one knee and pressed the entire right palm supporting his body into the snow.

"Because, you're all going to die."

Like the exaggerated flash of an old-fashioned camera, a blinding white light burst out from the man's right hand, which was buried deep in the snow.

"Gang, what is that?" Yang Yuting looked at the man's strange behavior, although he couldn't understand it, but his intuition told him that it was a danger signal.

"I don't know, but it's certainly not good." On such a snowy winter night, a drop of cold sweat actually flowed from Ningzi's sideburns: "Don't be too far away from us." ”

Yang Yuting nodded again and again, secretly admiring that he had made a correct decision.

Cracking sound.

Cracking sound.

The heavy sound of knocking was caught in the wind and falling snow, and it rained like raindrops.

This snow - no, it's not snow, it's hail!

Huge hail!

Piece by piece, piece by piece, some as big as a watermelon, some as sharp as a dagger, densely packed, enveloping the entire Yulong Mountain.

This exaggerated hail, this huge range, is this the power of the cloud master?

Before he had time to think about it, there was a scream from the accompanying soldiers. This hail is like having eyes, and no matter how you dodge it, you will always be smashed in the head or stabbed in the throat by an even more terrifying hailstone.

Blood instantly stained the snow under his feet.

"Don't run!" Bao Ningzi shouted, and as soon as the words fell, a golden light rose from the prayer beads of the void clouds and spread out like eggshells above his head. The golden light forged a solid barrier, bouncing the huge hail away. However, Xuyun was still a step late, and the soldiers accompanying him had already fled in fright, only to hear the screams of people and the muffled sound of falling on the way down the mountain hidden in the darkness.

With a clear sound, Xu Qiaowei pulled out the silver long sword behind his back, and the blade that flashed with cold light still had a resounding sound.

"Master Xuyun, this card has long been out of permanence, and we still killed him together, which can be regarded as doing the right thing for heaven." Xu Qiaowei clenched the long sword in his hand.

"Yes, yes, what the Taoist said is so right." Yang Yuting hurriedly echoed: "How evil this hail is, I don't know what other terrible things that monster will make, master, you still listen to the Tao." ”

The screams of his brothers before they died were still lingering in his ears, Yang Yuting's heart had already risen to his throat, and now Yang Yuting wished that they could fight, so that he might be able to take advantage of the chaos.

Xuyun looked at this man named Zhang Yong, the wind and snow covered his face, but it couldn't cover his heart. Xuyun can clearly feel that under Zhang Yong's cold and terrifying appearance, there is still a trace of humanity, and when he asked him what obsession he had, he must have thought of something.

I just don't want to say it.

The man slowly stood up, let the hail fall wantonly on the dragon mountain, and walked towards the whirlpool gate alone.

It's a strange coincidence, these huge hailstones seem to be conscious, and they obviously fall from the sky in dense clusters, but not a single grain can fall on this man.

"Void Clouds!" Xu Qiaowei was anxious and angry.

"Master Xuyun, it seems that there is no other way." Bao Ningzi pinched the trick with his right hand, and a little red light continued to condense in his fingertips, ready to break out of the air at any time.

"Master!" Yang Yuting almost wanted to kneel down for this monk - if kneeling could work.

The man had walked up to the giant gate, and the raging blue vortex was like an angry maw that wanted to devour everything it touched.

Xuyun let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

"Boom!"

The golden pillar of light rose into the sky, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire Yulong Mountain.