Qingniu Mountain is a barren mountain, autumn has not yet arrived, and the grass and trees have withered and yellowed.

There is no moon in the starry night.

When the child was young, the boundless starlight sprinkled on the mountain like water, hazy, like a dream, and the whole mountain seemed to be covered with a mysterious veil.

At this time, whether it is the people in the village under the mountain, or the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, they all enter a sweet sleepland.

What is surprising is that on the top of Qingniu Mountain, a handsome young man of fourteen or fifteen years old is tilting his neck at this moment, looking up at the endless galaxy with an anxious face.

He was wearing a navy blue robe, with a few holes in his back and under his ribs, and his black hair was scattered and draped over his shoulders, and he looked a little tired, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

But he has a cynical temperament.

In his arms, he was also holding a purple porcelain vase a foot high, and there were faint small lightning bolts jumping in the mouth of the bottle.

This young man, named Song Ziyang, has been standing here with his head up for a long time, so that his neck is a little sore.

"More than a month ago, I watched the sky at night, and calculated that tonight there will be lightning and thunder, and the rainstorm is coming, why is the time about to pass, and there is no movement?"

He lowered his head, first put the purple porcelain vase in his arms on the ground, then reached out and rubbed his neck, and said to himself, "Could it be that my previous hexagram was wrong?"

The galaxy is splendid.

Not to mention the lightning and thunder, the rainstorm is coming, there is not even a trace of dark clouds, the starlight is gentle like a mother's hand, gently caressing the whole world.

"Try it again!"

He reluctantly looked up at the starry sky, and a gap suddenly opened in the center of his right eyebrow.

In the gaps, there is a golden light blooming, which is extremely dazzling in the dark night.

Within the golden light, there were countless strange runes that could not see their true appearance.

Then, a mirror flew out of it and landed in the palm of his hand.

This mirror is simple and clumsy, and the circumference is adorned with a golden dragon that circles and winds, carved with strange runes one by one, and there are four small seals on the back: "Yin", "Yang", "Sheng", and "Tong", I don't know what to do.

On the mirror, there are floating white clouds, constantly changing shapes, sometimes turning into birds and beasts, sometimes turning into birds, beasts, insects and fish, sometimes turning into mountains and rivers, faintly there are birds and beasts roaring, and the waves are rolling.

But if you listen carefully, there is no sound, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

Song Ziyang doesn't know the origin of this mirror, since he can remember, it has existed in his own sea of knowledge, it seems to have been born with it, and it has long been integrated with himself.

It can steal the power of yin and yang from heaven and earth to assist in cultivation, and it can also help cast yin and yang spells to enhance its power.

Even, it can take the initiative to predict the good and the bad, and seek the advantages and avoid the disadvantages.

Under the pursuit of many strong people, Song Ziyang escaped safely from Qingzhou to Qingniu Mountain in Xiliang all the way, and it contributed a lot.

This mirror, Song Ziyang named it "Yin and Yang Realm".

This is his biggest secret and has not been told to anyone.

Even the closest Master doesn't know.

"Go!"

He waved his hand and threw out the luni-yang mirror.

In an instant, the yin-yang mirror was divided into nine, revealing the nine-palace diagram in the air, which was uncertain.

The word "Tong" on the back of each yin-yang mirror is like a living thing, wandering around the Nine Palaces.

Between the shining of the Nine Palaces, some of the stars above the heavenly dome seemed to be being pulled and sprinkled with starlight, converging on the nine Yin and Yang coins that were split.

Subsequently, the horns, Kang, Di, Fang, Heart, Tail, Kei, the Oriental Qinglong Qisu began to shine, echoing with the Yin-Yang Mirror.

On the mirror, all kinds of visions began to be conjured.

"The wind and flames are drifting, when will the rain gather and descend to the sky, the light of the seven nights of the green dragon will appear, and the tide of the sea will be thousands of miles away!"

Song Ziyang instantly interpreted the vision, his eyes were bright, he chanted loudly, and his tone was frustrated.

Nine yin and yang mirrors were combined into one, and the words "yin", "yang", "saint", and "tong" all shone together, and the mirrors turned into a streamer of light and submerged into his eyebrows.

Suddenly, everything was back to normal.

He frowned slightly, "That's right, the Divine Thunder descended into the world, and just tonight, a torrential rain fell at the same time, turning thousands of miles of rivers and mountains into a sea!"

"But the sky is still bright and bright. Where is the slightest hint of rain?"

"That's it, it's not good to stay here for a long time, and the matter of collecting divine thunder can only be left for later......"

He was going to give up, he couldn't stay in one place for too long, and those strong people with a keen sense of smell like dogs would soon catch up.

But before his words fell, he suddenly felt the wind-

On the originally quiet mountain top, there is a wind coming from the southwest, at first it is sluggish, and then it is surging and surging, and there are big dark clouds, which are enveloped.

Starlight, gradually thinning.

The wind is blowing, the mountains and rivers are howling, and the heavens and the earth are changing color.

Above the sky, dark clouds gathered, and the stars disappeared in a moment.

Beneath the dome, it's pitch black.

I can't see my fingers.

It seems that there is a giant standing up to the sky, opening the curtain to cover this side of the world.

"There's a quarter of an hour left, it's ugly, ha......"

Song Ziyang impatiently stretched out his hand and hugged the purple porcelain vase, looking a little nervous, but more excited.

"Thunder Bottle, my good baby, this time it must be successful!"

"If it succeeds, the road that is both obstructive and long behind it should be a smooth road!"

"Whoever dares to stop me, God Thunder Bombardment!"

He clenched his fists hard, and his little face was filled with anger.

This purple porcelain vase is actually one of the most unique treasures in heaven and earth, which can collect and hold the thunder guide bottle of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

Inside the lightning bottle, there are fine lightning jumps, and on the bottle, there are many unique lines, outlining a pattern of Lei Gong splitting the mountain, which is vivid.

When facing the enemy, the collected divine thunder can be released through the Yin-Yang Technique.

And at this time, looking at this thunder bottle, the appearance of the master involuntarily appeared in front of his eyes.

"If it weren't for you, my Nine Palace Sect wouldn't have perished, and Master wouldn't have died......"

"The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty!"

He sighed.

The Nine Palaces Sect is a small sect founded by the master and several onmyomasters of the same realm, located in Qingzhou, teaching the Nine Palaces of the Yin-Yang Gate, and its strength is quite weak.

But by chance, the master actually got this special treasure detergent bottle, and the news quickly spread, attracting many powerful forces around to covet and seize it.

Then the Nine Palaces Sect was destroyed without any suspense, but fortunately, under the arrangement of the master, he escaped from the dark passage in advance with the detonator bottle, otherwise it would definitely be the end of the fall.

His destination was the Lingfu Palace in the north of Liangzhou, which was one of the largest sects in Liangzhou and also the master's master.

He took the Master's handwritten letter and offered the Thunder Bottle, and then he could worship in it and be blessed.

However, even if you escape from the sect, it is not safe on the way.

I don't know which force it is, but it followed and chased him all the way, and the ghost did not disperse, intercepting him several times.

Fortunately, with the help of the Yin-Yang Mirror, he predicted the danger in advance and fled first, otherwise he would have already fallen.

He knew that collecting divine thunder was very dangerous, and if he was not careful, he would be bombarded into slag.

When the master of the Seven Heavens of the Mountain Realm first got the Thunder Bottle, he tried to catch the smallest thunder in the mountain behind the sect, but he was directly blasted out more than ten zhang, seriously injured, and almost fell.

Hiding the sea, moving mountains, resisting the wind, Mingshen, hanging the sky, and slaying the dragon, these are the six realms of the Onmyoji.

In each realm, you have to climb the Nine Heavens.

"Without the strength of the Wind Resisting Realm, you must not easily use the Thunder Channeling Bottle, the divine soul cannot withstand the power of thunder, and you will definitely die!" Master's admonition rang in his ears.

But only Song Ziyang, who is five in the Tibetan Sea, is still ready to try it forcibly.

Because, there is no way back for him.

At his current speed, there is no way to escape the pursuit.

Every time I escaped before, it was a desperate shot, and my life hung by a thread.

With the help of the Yin-Yang Mirror, coupled with a hint of luck, he survived.

But who can guarantee that the god of fate will always be favored?

It's better to give it a go!

The dark clouds gathered together, and at a certain moment, a flash of lightning suddenly swept across the sky and tore through the dark curtain.

Thundered!

The lightning faded away, and the thunder slowly came.

This thunder was so fast that Song Ziyang didn't have time to react at all.

The next few dishes are also extremely fast.

Thunder resounded through the heavens and the earth.

He knew that he only had one chance, so he didn't rush it, and slowly ran the power of yin and yang and injected it into the nodes in the detonator bottle.

On the bottle body, there are 36 nodes in the cloud and rain map outlined by the mysterious lines.

With the power of yin and yang, according to the position of the thirty-six heavenly gangxing, it can be injected into it in turn, and the dethunder bottle can be activated.

After that, it will take the initiative to absorb the thunder that falls.

At the thirty-fifth node, he stopped, quietly waiting for the best moment.

Click!

A huge bolt of lightning fell.

Song Ziyang's eyes lit up, this is it!

He injected all the power of yin and yang in his body into the last node, and at the same time shouted loudly in his mouth:

"Whew!"

In an instant, the purple thunder guide bottle lit up with a faint light, and the thunder and lightning mother in the cloud and rain map seemed to come to life, cruising in the bottle.

And the thick thunder above the nine heavens, in the dark, seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, and came straight towards Song Ziyang.

At this moment, one of his hearts rose to his throat.

"Boom!"

The thunder of the thickness of the water tank smashed on the top of the detonator bottle.

Thirty-six Tiangang star-like nodes, at this moment, burst out with dazzling purple rays, almost piercing the eyes of blind people.

The degree of dazzle is no less than thunder.

Song Ziyang, who was inexperienced, suffered a double crit at this moment, and he only felt that his eyeballs were about to burst.

"Ahh

He screamed, his eyes closed hard, but tears flowed uncontrollably.

And he didn't see that the dazzling purple light, like flowing water, forcibly wrapped most of this thunder and rolled it into the thunder bottle.

The rest of the thunder power, not a single bit of it escaped, all bombarded him.

Boom!

Under the lightning strike, Song Ziyang only felt that his heart stopped beating in an instant, and it was difficult to breathe!

The skin, muscles, and meridians around the body exploded together, and the scattered blood was completely evaporated before it fell to the ground.

His skin, muscles, and his long black hair, which danced wildly, turned directly into charcoal!

Boundless pain, like a tidal wave, came from all over the body, striking the soul......

But that's not all!

What tore his body apart was just a few that escaped, and most of the thunder power was a straight impact on his divine soul!

In just one ten-thousandth of a breath, his consciousness began to blur.

"Am I going to die?"

"No, I can't die!"

He roared almost unconsciously.

In an instant, at the center of his right eyebrow, a gap was actively opened, and the golden light was sheng.

The Yin-Yang Mirror has been quietly suspended above his head for some time, and above the mirror, black clouds overwhelm the city, lightning and thunder, and then heavy rain pours, enveloping thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

It reflects the current scene of heaven and earth.

On the back, two seal characters, one "yin" and one "yang", flew out silently, one after the other, pasted on his forehead and the back of his head, blooming with a faint light, enveloping his soul and resisting the invasion of thunder.

This faint light, half black as ink, half as bright as the moon, perfectly blended.

"It worked!"

Song Ziyang's last thought flashed, and he completely fell into a coma.

The torrential rain was also at this time, annihilating the world.