The waves rose and gradually submerged the Divine Domain.

Lin Zhengyang was soon cornered.

Wherever there is wind and water, it is a derivative of the power of the True Monarch.

The so-called divine domain is actually the embodiment of the essence and power of a true god, and it is also a way to demonstrate authority.

Accompanied by wind, water, and a small number of thunderstorm clouds, it was the true lord with a sword.

Similar to the legend, this true monarch is really good at water and wind magic, and after being canonized, he has the authority in this regard.

Lin Zhengyang is not an opponent at all.

In the distance, I saw the waves chasing the golden sun, and on the waves, a man with a sword stood.

"The power consumption is three times greater than I expected, and I can continue to do this for up to five minutes······· If there is no turnaround, the next thing will be exposed. ”

Calmly calculating the consumption of the incarnation of the Great Day, Lin Zhengyang manipulated the sun to move and shift.

On the matrilineal side, the inherited indigenous god is a true god who holds the power of the sun.

At this moment, the power of the divinity was fully stimulated, and the limit was reached, and Lin Zhengyang could already vaguely feel a power transmitted from the air.

Not much, but not a lot, a steady stream, gave him the motivation to persevere.

This true god is not mean to his descendants, if it is really a mortal heir who has inspired this divine essence, under the continuous nourishment of this divine power, he will inevitably become a hero among mortals in less than ten years.

Lin Zhengyang threw all this power into divinity to maintain the state of "incarnating the sun".

In this state, he is regarded as the sun and possesses unparalleled speed—the speed at which he travels the world in a single day.

In short distances, this speed makes it difficult for him to catch up.

No matter how fast the waves are, can the sun be faster?

Only from time to time, one or two slender bolts of lightning struck the golden sun, causing it to pause, and only then did it close the distance a little.

It's a pity that the main authority of this true monarch is not thunder, but it is derived from the aspect of wind and rain, and what he indirectly controls is just some ordinary thunder and lightning that does not use special power, which is nothing.

"According to my deduction, there should be many people waiting and watching this time, and they can end up disrupting the situation at any time."

Of course, it is impossible to directly show who the hexagram is, that is not a calculation, it is a prediction of the future.

"First of all, the Marquis of Bohai's side must be watching here at the moment, and his position may not be the same as that of Zhenjun."

"Secondly, the indigenous gods on the matrilineal side, who can hold the power of the sun, no matter where they are, cannot be weak gods, and his position is also very ambiguous, and it is also questionable whether he knows what is happening here······· Even if He did not know it before, now I have brought out the divinity that He has given him to the extreme, as a derivative of the essence of God, and the things here must have alarmed Him, and the power transmitted from Him will know this fact. ”

However, it is too difficult for a true god to go down in person, rush into another god realm of the same existence, and start a divine war·········· Lin Zhengyang is pessimistic about this.

"Then, the third party, the unknown third party, according to the hexagram, there is at least one third party, and the position is the most wonderful, why must Chen Hong be saved?"

In the deduction, Lin Zhengyang sometimes comes to results that he doesn't understand.

For example, this time, he judged that the hexagram showed that many people were playing with each other, but one of them had a high degree of goodwill towards him, and there was a high probability that he would come to the rescue.

But thinking carefully about Chen Hong's experience over the years, there seems to be no reason why someone would come to save him.

"Will it be the royal family, the imperial court, or some other god-descendant family?"

It's possible to think about it, but if you want to say it, you have good intentions······· That's unlikely.

Political creatures only talk about interests, how can there be such pure goodwill?

Even if you help, you must ask for something, so when you interpret the hexagram, it is a different explanation.

"Quite pure kindness, only relatively pure people can do it, but rolling in the red dust, who dares to say that he has so much kindness and can be merciful casually?"

The clues are limited, and from beginning to end, Lin Zhengyang did not expect that there was another person who was running for his safety.

The Xuanmen Feather Guest in this direction is relatively pure, relatively speaking.

·········

On the cliff, a hundred-foot tall stone statue stands here.

Tens of thousands of years ago, this place was once one of the holy places of Xuanmen, dedicated to Xinye Zhenjun, and it was very effective.

To this day, the incense is still endless, but the people who worship have changed one stubble after another.

"Daojun, be merciful·········"

Dressed in a bright yellow robe, Sui Ming Lao Dao bowed three times and bowed nine times, offered flowers and incense candles, and then lit candles on the yellow table, burned a dozen and dozens of rune papers, and worshiped the guardian gods of the four directions and the heavens and stars in succession according to the rituals.

After everything was arranged, he turned his head to a white-robed witch who followed behind him and said:

"The snow falls, jump into the snow of Nanshan, start Luan, descend for nine days, welcome Zhenjun!"

"Yes!"

Ji Xueluo, who was dressed in white and wearing the costume of the ancient witch celebration 10,000 years ago, walked in style, and the beads and jade on his hair bun jingled.

Ji Xueluo, a witch wishing girl, is the most inspired and deepest witch Zhu in contemporary times.

If anyone can communicate beyond the nine days, the ethereal Daojun can only be her.

Standing in front of the court, she raised her head slightly, revealing her neck that deceived the frost and snow, and her bare hands slowly leaned out of the wide robe, making a gesture of raising her hands, as if raising her hands to fold plums.

Then, slowly retracted, as if pinching a plum blossom with frost and snow.

Bow your head, sniff slightly, and look quiet and distant.

Smile slightly.

From stillness to movement, the dance steps became faster and faster.

In general, there is more stillness and less movement.

In the dance, it is the disciple of Daojun, on the day of frost and snow, Zhemei asked about the allusion to the left and right of the master.

Ji Xueluo jumped halfway and began to sing.

Wu Zhu, in ancient times, called the ghosts and gods as witches, and the priest praised the words as blessings.

As a great witch of this generation, she naturally knows how to sing praises.

The praise is continuous, the sentences are rhythmic, and the words are at least 100,000 years old.

Even Sui Ming Lao Dao couldn't understand what she was singing.

After all, it's been so long that they've forgotten the language.

"What she sang in the previous section is a universal song to worship the gods, and in the back, it is what she wrote temporarily for Daojun, talking about what happened when Daojun did not become enlightened."

Ruochen held the sword, admired the dance steps, and gently interjected on the side.

"Don't look at me, I only understand part of it, you have to ask Gu Yue, he understands music."

On the other side, Gu Yue was constantly wiping the treasure mirror, spitting out a mouthful of purple gas, and then wiping it with his hand, trying to repair the mirror by relying on this water grinding method, hearing this, he glanced up and whispered:

"Although I know the rhythm of music, she sings the green words written by herself improvised play, which has nothing to do with the rhythm, mainly to say the various stories of the monarch and praise the mercy of the monarch to help the world."

Qingzi, the praise of the gods, in the final analysis, is just a message to communicate with the gods.

The meaning was conveyed, praised a few words, and then asked God for help, whether it will help or not, and how much, is still unknown.

I don't know if it's their delusion, but when they were whispering, there was suddenly a thick layer of cloud smoke on the field, three or four feet above the ground, and there was no wind automatically, gradually enveloping this area.

Beforehand, they had already cleared the field, so no one would be here.

Near the entire cliff, only they were.

On the other side, Ji Xueluo seemed to have entered a certain ethereal state, dancing faster and faster, and the melody of the cappella song had changed at some point, it seemed that someone was talking to the beat, vaguely a male voice, but it was not very real.

"Daojun, be merciful·······"

Sui Ming Lao Dao was the first to cry, and the tears that had been brewing for an unknown amount of time came out of his eyes.

"Where did Dao Jun get his mercy?"

With a light sigh, there was a vague white-clothed figure behind him, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Meet the ······ Daojun"

Sui Ming Lao Dao bowed down on the spot, and Gu Yue and Ruochen also solemnly bowed.

“······ Don't worship me. ”

The figure in white just said lightly.

After a pause, he responded:

"I'm not a Daojun·······"

As if seeing a few people who didn't believe it, he continued:

"Daojun originally came from the Tao, and should be manifested by fate, and called new leaves, called yellow buds, the meaning is not obvious enough?"

"He is the beginning, the beginning of the path of cultivation, preaching the path of virtue, the completion of the body is retired, and the return to the mixed yuan is infinite, since then there is no Taoist, only the avenue."

"No matter how much you worship, it's useless, it's just a waste of effort, he is a Taoist monarch, not a god, how can there be a response?"

After the figure in white said this, he didn't care about a few people, just quietly watched the dance of the witch, singing a cappella from time to time, and harmonizing the tune.

Sui Ming Lao Dao and several people looked at each other, not wanting the truth to be like this.

No wonder for so long I have never heard of the deeds of a Taoist monarch descending to appear to the saints.

It turns out that the Dao Monarch is the manifestation of the Great Dao, and after his success, he returns to the Dao body, and naturally he will not appear in the world again.

It's just that in this way, the matter of reviving the Xuanmen can't be counted on Daojun.

Sui Ming Lao Dao, Ruochen and Gu Yue glanced at each other, and the latter two saw the firmness in his eyes.

Sui Ming Lao Dao gritted his teeth and stepped forward to ask at the risk of death

"Even if you are not a Daojun, you must be a person related to Daojun, please show us a clear way."

The white-clothed figure didn't seem to hear it, or didn't bother to pay attention to it, still watching the song and dance by himself.

Ruochen and Gu Yue also stepped forward and repeated.

Finally, the interest was disturbed, and the white-clothed figure glanced back, and several people were shivering from the cold as if they were in the thirty-ninth day.

“······· You guessed right, although Daojun returned to the Great Dao, he left me with such a long-cherished thought, and it is not impossible to regard me as the embodiment of Daojun's manifestation in the world. ”

"But I want to tell you, it's useless to ask me, I don't have much strength, and I can't help you."

"Xinye is the king of the enlightenment, and he has a special status, and he will return after the enlightenment. After that, there is high definition, there is red dust below, and there are clouds in the middle, these three Dao monarchs, but they are all stranded outside, and they have not yet succeeded, you might as well go and ask them, but if you find someone who is willing to help, what do you want to do? ”

After speaking, the figure in white waved his long sleeves and turned around to leave.

Ruochen said loudly:

"Don't bother the two masters, please send mercy to the Daojun and give some help!"

"You're boring······· Why are you still pestering? ”

Displeased, Daojun turned his head and said:

"Where did Dao Jun get his mercy?"

Ruochen pointed to the words engraved near the statue and said:

"Since the Dao Monarch has no mercy, then why is there the word compassion here?"

The white-clothed figure snorted softly, and several purple thunderbolts with the thickness of the bowl mouth appeared out of thin air, and they fell on the cliff, cutting off the word "mercy".

Originally, it was written "Compassion helps the world", but now it has become "Helping the world." ”

"Not now."

"Forehead ········"

As soon as the white-clothed Daojun stretched his long sleeves, he pulled these people into his sleeves, and then threw them away.