At night, the city lord's mansion and the idle people all left temporarily.

Zhuge Liang held a peachwood sword and stood concentratingly, with seven seven-star lamps beside him, arranged in a special pattern.

The seven-star lamp is made of special wood, and the overall shape is the length of an adult's forearm, a hollow hexagonal prism to be thicker, with six carved inscriptions hollowed, sealed below, opened above, and a red candle inside.

It is not a simple matter to change one's life against the sky with the seven-star lantern.

One lamp is lit every hour, and after all the seven-star lights are lit, it must be maintained for seven hours before it can be successful.

The main light that was lit at the beginning should not be missed in the middle of the way.

Otherwise, it will inevitably fail, and the remaining six seven-star lamps can be extinguished one or two, as long as they can be re-lit in time.

A little farther away around Zhuge Liang, a group of people watched.

Even Guan Yu and Zhou Yu, who were seriously injured, forcibly got off the sickbed, lay on the recliner, opened their eyes with difficulty, and looked at everything on the field.

"Hoo ......"

Exhaling lightly, Zhuge Liang raised the peachwood sword, his hair was scattered, there were words in his mouth, his feet stepped on the seven star steps, and the tip of the sword pointed towards the main lamp.

The main lamp of the seven-star lamp is lit and the flame burns.

Zhuge Liang stopped his movements and sat cross-legged, with the peachwood sword resting on his knees.

After an hour, the second seven-star lamp can be lit, not in advance, nor delayed, and the timing of lighting should be just right.

In the dark night, the candles of the seven-star lanterns swayed in the night breeze that blew from time to time.

An hour passed, Zhuge Liang, who was cross-legged and closed, opened his eyes, and the peachwood sword on his knee rose in the air, and with the movement of his fingertips, the tip of the sword also pointed to the second seven-star lamp.

The seven-star lamp also lit up.

At the moment when the seven-star lamp was lit, a gust of wind suddenly blew, causing the flame of the candle that had just been lit to sway.

Many people were shocked.

Fortunately, nothing happened, and the candles of the two seven-star lanterns continued to burn.

Interestingly, the candle flame was lit, but the candle remained intact.

There is no red oil coming out.

In the next few hours, Zhuge Liang opened his eyes from time to time and lit the lamp, lighting all the seven seven-star lamps.

There were a few times when the cold wind blew and the candle flame flickered, but there was no danger, and the follow-up burned smoothly.

Guan Yu and Zhou Yu, who were seriously injured, couldn't hold it anymore, went back to rest for a while, and now struggled out again and continued to watch.

After all the seven seven-star lamps are lit, the remaining seven hours, that is, fourteen hours, are the key.

The sweat on Zhuge Liang's forehead was already clearly visible.

From night to day and from day to night.

The flickering candle flame formed a mottled light and shadow through the hollow, projecting on Zhuge Liang's body.

The face that shone on him flickered and dimmed.

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell on Zhuge Liang's face.

Everyone looked up, and without warning, a drizzle began to fall in the sky inexplicably, and the dark clouds were silently condensed in the sky.

There is no clue in the night.

"It's raining ......"

The place where Zhuge Liang lit the seven-star lantern was in the open air, not indoors, in the tent.

The drizzle quickly turned into a torrential downpour, and the bean-sized raindrops fell.

The flame of the seven-star lamp is to be completely extinguished.

Ao Yulie frowned, raised his head and opened his mouth to spit out, and the heavy rain that fell suddenly stopped, rolled back, and the hidden dark clouds in the dark night were also dispelled.

The seven-star lamp is intact.

"What, if the upper and lower ends of the seven-star lamp are closed, aren't you afraid of rain?" Ao Yulie is very scientific and inquisitive.

"Maybe the rain will fall through the hollow in the middle and extinguish the candle?" Zhu Bajie next to him said.

"Then it's all closed?"

"Isn't there no oxygen to burn after a while?"

"Second Senior Brother, do you think this fire needs oxygen to burn?"

"That's just as well."

The two were discussing here, and Sun Wukong next to him scratched his ears and cheeks, looking up at the sky from time to time.

What's the matter with a rainy day and a windy wind?

has the ability to come out and face him Sun Wukong just head-on, big battle...... A stick! That's right, just one stick, one stick can't kill you, count him Sun Wukong losing.

"You can't sit still, can you get down from the gossip furnace first?" In the gossip furnace, Yang Jian's voice came.

Can you, a grumpy monkey, stand up normally?

Do you have to stand on the gossip furnace?

The first crisis was easily resolved because of Ao Yulie's intervention - opening his mouth.

Next, the wind that appeared from time to time was also broken by Ao Yulie, and it was his natural instinct to spread clouds and rain.

These storms came eerily, but they didn't escape the normal range.

As time passed, muffled thunder continued to come from the sky, and occasional lightning pierced the sky, illuminating Zhuge Liang's pale face.

"Isn't this place too tall?" Someone muttered.

The City Lord's Mansion is built on the "Inverted Mountain", and the altitude is naturally not low, and now the lightning and thunder are roaring, giving people a precarious feeling that there will be a thunderbolt falling at any time.

The scene of wanting to change his life against the sky, but being struck by thunder, appeared in almost everyone's hearts.

If you change places, such as at the "foot of the mountain", maybe it will be better, and even if a thunderstorm falls, it will be blocked by the huge mountain.

Anyway, Tianlei won't turn around, right?

"There's a taste of catastrophe." Ao Yulie looked up at the sky with lightning and thunder.

As he spoke, a huge lightning bolt the size of a bucket fell from the sky and went straight to Zhuge Liang.

Zhu Bajie stretched out his hand and grabbed the thunder in the air.

Then, the second and third courses.

Dozens of thunderbolts fell one after another, and Zhu Bajie jumped up and flew through the air, attracting all the thunders to his body, bathed in thunder, like a thunder god.

He pushed upwards with both hands, and the thunder shot up into the sky, blasting into the thunderclouds in the night, completely dispersing them.

Let Ao Yulie mumble a few words of imitation infringement.

It's just that if he is allowed to go, he may not be able to lift as lightly as Zhu Bajie.

These thunders are already close to the heavenly thunder of the Tribulation, and they are not comparable to normal thunder and lightning.

"Normal, the Jia family can fly, and naturally they can be struck by thunder without dying, and they can return the thunder." Everyone expressed their calmness, without this kind of strength, how can they become the arbiters of the world?

Now everyone is more concerned about Zhuge Liang's change of life.

Things have progressed to this point, and there are still three hours to go, but they have reached the point where the thunder has fallen.

In the true sense of the word, the sky thundered.

Changing one's life against the sky is indeed going against the sky, so what will happen in the remaining three hours?

The symbolism of the thunder is actually greater than the "real damage".

All those thunderbolts just now were chopped down, and the goal was clear, at most, it would kill Zhuge Liang, a person who wanted to change his life against the sky.

After there is no effect, the "heavenly punishment" will be even more serious.

Man-made disasters are impossible, and Lu Bu, the strongest person present, is not Jia Rong's enemy.

During this time, he fought with Jia Rong, and was unilaterally beaten with one hand, as if he was playing with children.

To prevent Zhuge Liang from changing his life against the sky, it will inevitably be a more serious natural disaster.

Flooding?

This is not enough, there is no big river near the first city in the world, only a normal water source.

Now it is the dry season of winter, and it is not a problem to use water, but it is unlikely that there will be large floods.

Unless it rains heavily for a while, it is possible.

This period of time will be at least half a month upward.

Then, four words flashed in the minds of a group of people at the same time - the earth dragon turned over!

It is commonly known as an earthquake.

Will changing one's life against the sky really lead to such a natural disaster?

In fact, the harm of earthquakes in this world is relatively small, and when the martial arts are prosperous and the power is attributed to itself, the power of self-protection in the face of earthquakes is greatly strengthened.

And there are many empty places in this world, not the real world where steel forests are everywhere.

But the first city in the world is a little different, its own prosperity, dense population and buildings are not concerned for the time being.

Just the upside-down mountain, if it really encounters the earth dragon turning over, it will be a catastrophe.

The martial arts masters present could only guarantee that if the inverted mountain under their feet suddenly collapsed, they would at most be able to protect themselves.

Couldn't have done more.

As he thought about it, a slight vibration was heard, and then it quickly expanded, and the decorative chains connecting the inverted mountain and the ground shook and made a crisp sound.

"It's really the Earth Dragon turning over!"

Everyone was shocked and looked at Zhuge Liang.

Seven seven-star lamps flickered, one of them suddenly went out, followed by a second, then a third.

Fortunately, none of them are the main lights, as long as you hurry up and rekindle them, it doesn't matter.

Zhuge Liang opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to point to one of them, and at this moment, the vibration suddenly intensified, and he saw that the seven-star lamp was about to fall.

Tang Luo raised his hand and pressed it down gently.

Buddha country in the palm of your hand!

All the vibrations disappeared in an instant, and the inverted mountain was as stable as Mount Tai in an instant.

Tang Luo unleashed the Buddha Kingdom in his palm, and incorporated the first city in the world and the surrounding area into the palm of his hand.

Zhuge Liang continued to move and successfully lit the three extinguished seven-star lanterns.

In the dark, a mysterious power was cut off by Tang Luo's palm, and part of it fell on his palm and dissipated on its own.

"Is this the power of luck?" Tang Luo looked at his palm.

Naturally, there was no wound to be found on it, and this force did not seem to have the effect of direct damage.

Even if there were, it wouldn't hurt Tang Luo.

It's too weak.

To Tang Luo, he felt like an ant crawling over, or the kind of ant that wouldn't bite at all.

The power of luck dissipated, and Tang Luo "put the first city in the world back to its original place".

In the following time, everything was calm, the seven-star lamp continued to burn, and Zhuge Liang's expression gradually eased.

The hearts of others who had lifted it slowly let go.

There is only one cup of tea left before the end of the successful "change of life against the sky".

At this moment, Zhuge Liang's face changed suddenly, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seven seven-star lamps flickered at the same time, and the light of the fire faded.

He looked up and looked at the sky.

Everyone also followed Zhuge Liang's actions and looked at the sky.

In the sky, I don't know when a huge whirlpool appeared, and the hollow in the middle was facing here, like a ruthless eye, and its gaze fell.

Yang Jian opened his eyes and looked at the sky.

The eye of the sky looked at the giant eye.

The giant eye formed by the whirlpool shook and suddenly blurred, blood sprinkled down, and a blood-colored drizzle floated in the sky.

The wind was raging, and the sound of whistling was everywhere.

Like the wrath of heaven, roar!

A looming arm replaces the scattered eyes, and the five fingers are open, falling from the sky, and overwhelming!

"I'm coming!"

Sun Wukong, who had long been unable to bear it, jumped up, pulled his right hand in his ear, and the golden hoop stick in his hand.

He rushed into the sky, dragging a brilliant golden light.

The golden light pierced the sky, forming a huge stick shadow that swept over the giant hand that pressed down.

There were no tremors, no loud noises, no aftermath of power.

From the fingertips to the elbows, the giant hand was beaten to pieces by Sun Wukong with a stick, and the blood-colored drizzle in the sky suddenly turned into a blood-colored rain.

The wind howled and whimpered, like a cry.

The sky is bleeding and crying.