On the banks of the Yangtze River, the originally cloudless sky suddenly became dark. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The originally noisy crowd suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone looked at the sloppy old man with his middle finger pointing up to the sky, and there was horror, emotion, joy, and anger in their eyes.

The sky was not really dark, but the original cloudless sky, and in an instant, countless black and oppressive clouds came out of nowhere, blocking all the light, just like the twilight of the sunset, leaving only a little white on the edge.

All because the sloppy old man said to the sky: "Return the sword!" ”

No one doubts this, so no one doubts whether he is Li Taibai, and who in this world can make heaven and earth change color like this except Li Taibai.

Liu Shaoqun can't do it, and Zuoqiu Yunzhong can't do it either.

The dark clouds covered the sun, and the people who were originally standing next to Li Taibai hurriedly retreated, and in a few breaths, there was no one within thirty zhang of him.

On the side of the empty altar, Li Taibai, who pointed at the sky with his middle finger with one hand, still didn't have a superior demeanor, but looked up like a shrew, raised his head and scolded: "Old thing, Lao Tzu has been looking for you for fifty years, and now he has called a few helpers for you with these little things before he dares to show up, can you fucking be a little promising?" ”

"Don't say it, pointing at you with your middle finger is more refreshing than your index finger, no wonder that Xu boy likes to use his middle finger to compare with you, you are a thief. But he said you split him over, and then you split him back? ”

"No matter, it looks like you want to eat me anyway, don't say anything else, give me back the sword first!"

Li Taibai's last sentence fell, and all the fingers of the hand with the middle finger were released, and he probed there, as if he wanted to grasp something, which seemed a little weird and ridiculous.

However, everyone present can laugh, because when you see a peerless master, asking for a sword at God, and you can still laugh, it is easy to be beaten to death by the onlookers who are brewing emotions around you.

"There's a ...... on it What's there? Tang Xue stood beside Xu Mingyuan, looking at the sky that was gradually forming a deep vortex above Li Taibai's head, staring, and asked in disbelief.

"Perhaps, God." Xu Mingyuan was silent for a while and replied.

This answer sounds like nonsense, but it is actually nonsense, it is heaven, or it is another state of heaven.

"Li Taibai, you insulted me Wudang and bullied the way of heaven fifty years ago, and you will definitely be captured and killed here today." Wang Zhijin shouted loudly, sat cross-legged on the futon at the same time as Li Xuanyi, and said respectfully: "Disciple respectfully invites Emperor Zhenwu to come to the world!" ”

Li Xuanyi and all the Wudang Mountain Taoist priests present all said respectfully: "Disciple respectfully invites the Emperor Zhenwu to come to the world!" ”

The cinnabar scratches painted by the little Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain on the altar were made with golden light at this time, and the corpses that had not had time to be carried away on the altar were illuminated by the golden light at this time, and they were strangely decomposed and disappeared.

At the same time, the misty Wudang Mountain, which has been closed for three days, has not had a single idler.

The peaks are arched and plunged into the sky, and outside the Wudang Golden Palace, there are more than 100 Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes sitting cross-legged according to the gossip array.

The youngest of these Taoist priests is also forty or fifty years old, and it can be said that all the Taoist priests above the second grade on Wudang Mountain have gathered, and at this time their hands are tied with the same handprint, and at the same time they say loudly: "The disciple respectfully invites the Emperor Zhenwu to come to the world!" ”

The sound of Haoran soared into the sky, as if it reached the sky, and there was a click, and a lightning bolt struck the golden palace, and a thunderbolt with a flash of fire rolled around on the top of the hall, and the sound was quite terrifying.

However, the one hundred and eight people sitting cross-legged in front of the hall were all solemn at this time, and no one paid any attention to the magnificent scene, their hands were still sealed, and some people had begun to sweat on their foreheads, as if they were bearing something.

"The sword servant of the Taihua Palace respectfully invites the heavens to come down to the world and smash this evil demon!" In the Taihua Palace, He Yun's long sword came out of its sheath, cut his wrist, and dripped blood on the black long sword in his hand, which was simple and unpretentious, but had a deep blood groove.

"The sword servant of the Taihua Palace respectfully invites the heavens to come down to the world and smash this evil demon!" All the people in the Taihua Hall cut their wrists at the same time, and the blood condensed but did not disperse, and all of them floated towards the quaint and unpretentious long sword, like a strange sacrifice.

At the same time, the perennial yin atmosphere of Taihua Mountain, there was a burst of sword roar, terrible like a ghost scream, dark clouds covered the sun, the surrounding villages were closed, the local dogs in the yard buried their heads in the ground, their tails were also caught under their buttocks, and they did not dare to bark.

There was an old woman in the house, gently patting the frightened young granddaughter-in-law's hand, looking out the window with a pair of cloudy eyes, and said with relief: "Don't be afraid, this is God to cure those bad people, fifty years ago when my mother-in-law first got married, I saw it once, nineteen years ago, I didn't expect to see it again today." ”

On the banks of the river, everyone was shocked and retreated.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one around the altar except for the disciples of Wudang Mountain and Taihua Palace, and Li Taibai, who was still stretching out one hand to the sky.

On the altar, the corpses had disappeared without a trace, and the blood of hundreds of people was sprinkled on the altar, as if they had been absorbed by the six golden cinnabars at this time, and the six golden threads with the thickness of adult arms became more and more dazzling.

"What is this?" Tang Xue looked at the golden threads on the stage and was puzzled.

"Blood sacrifice true martial arts, welcome the heavens." Shi Yuexin said these seven words with a slightly solemn face.

Tang Xue was still puzzled, obviously not understanding the meaning of what Shi Yuexin said, but Wen Yi's face changed slightly, and he suddenly looked at Li Taibai, who was still stretching out his hand to the whirlpool, and he didn't pay attention to what was happening on the altar at this time.

Liu Shaoqun was also staring at the altar at this time, but there was no awe of ordinary people in his eyes, but some fanaticism, and he wanted to fight a frenzy.

At this moment, the six golden threads seemed to suck up the last drop of blood on the altar, and exploded at the moment when they merged into a ball of golden blood, and the golden blood flew all over the sky, but it condensed but did not disperse, and did not float out a distance.

A golden light pierced through the thick dark clouds and shone on the golden blood that had not yet fallen on the altar, and everyone only felt a dazzling golden light lit up in front of them, and they closed their eyes and turned their heads, and when they looked at the platform again, they were stunned.

A giant about five zhang tall, with long hair, dressed in black, holding a two-zhang long sword in his hand, and stepping on a turtle and snake at his feet, is the Zhenwu Emperor who is often seen in Taoist temples.

Almost at the same time, the black long sword in He Yun's hand of Taihua Hall suddenly stood up, straight into the sky, and with a long roar, it actually caused the long sword in the scabbard of all the swordsmen within a radius of ten miles to tremble, and there was a chaotic sound, as if it was about to leave the sheath.

A young man with a face like a crown of jade and silver armor descended from the sky and reached out to hold the sword.

Then the sword was quiet, and all the swords were quiet, as if the world was quiet.

========= today's chapter, I feel that writing a chapter has a quality point, and I went to sleep with medicine. (To be continued.) )