The power of the cage depends on the divine consciousness of the caster.

Although Zhou Yan is proficient in magic skills, he can't pick up a piece of paper just by relying on his divine sense. is like a rookie Man Jianghong, who can't even change the trajectory of a single speck of floating dust by relying on his divine sense, so it's better to take a breath.

What is the power of such a cage?

But Man Jianghong could keenly perceive the changes in the aura in the cage and urge it. What's more, the aura that permeated the shore was stimulated from the spirit cord, and he had a natural closeness to him, making it like an arm and a finger.

He asked Nanxing to feel the rhythm of the aura he applied to the sword with his heart, that is, to guide, and take advantage of the situation to take the sword.

In the battle of masters, there is never a perfect defense or offense. As soon as the shaker moved, a hole appeared in the qi machine around the body. Ordinary people can see or sense these mistakes with their naked eyes and then take action, which is often too late. Because the other party is not a piece of wood, they will keep moving and adjusting. In this process, old vulnerabilities disappear and new vulnerabilities are created, and everything changes in an instant. If you can't adapt to the situation and blindly do it, it is equivalent to begging for a fish and carving a boat for a sword, and you will die a very ugly death.

But in the cage, Man Jianghong's divine sense sensed all kinds of changes in the other party and urged the aura to respond, which happened almost at the same time and did not take time. No matter what you do, you still have to fall into the rice bowl.

Nanxing followed the rhythm of the sword, and there was no need to bother to think, it was fast and incoherent, simple and sharp.

And since he was a child, he has practiced this set of swordsmanship, and the movements are done in one go, and the sword momentum is like a raging wave.

Fu Yaozi held the peachwood sword behind his back in his right hand, stepped on his feet, and his body changed more than ten times in an instant, like a breeze blowing catkins, naturally and smoothly dodging the endless offensive, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

In history, when Confucius went to see Lao Tzu, there was a wonderful question and answer.

The son said on the river: The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night.

Lao Tzu replied: Heaven and earth are one, and life is natural. People have young and old, just like heaven and earth have spring and autumn, let it be natural, then the nature is not chaotic, why is there sorrow? If you do not let nature be fetters, anxious feelings are born, the desire for profit is left in the heart, and the troubles are increased, how can you get free?

The "Easy Walk" performed by Fuyaozi is the core of the "Water of the Yellow River" after hundreds of years of transformation by several generations of masters in the South China Sea, which runs throughout, and is very different from the original Confucian swordsmanship. With the free step with the Zhongzheng sword, the dispute between Confucianism and Taoism for thousands of years has been eliminated without a trace in the swordsmanship, which is the proud work of the South China Sea School.

When Elder Taishang showed his skills, where was it so easy to see? If it were in normal times, such a scene would have already caused the sound of sycophants.

But his opponent is even more incredible! On the surface, he is a little child, but in fact he is not a little child, but the ancestor of 800 years ago is pretending to make a move with him.

As a result, everyone had to be awkwardly silent, not even daring to cough, not even blinking eyelids.

It seems that Nanxing, who has the guidance of the immortals, is still not enough, the speed is much slower, and the Taishang Elder doesn't even need to draw his sword. Think about it, even if a twelve-year-old child has the highest qualifications, how many pounds and taels can he have?

Besides, although the water of the Yellow River is powerful, it is upright in its bones. But Nanxing's performance this time was much more violent, and he lost the meaning of peace and tranquility. In particular, many sword moves were changed after only half of them, and even changed several times in a single blow. Although it has a strange meaning, the sword is on the wrong side, and it looks messy and light.

On the other hand, the Supreme Elder unfolded freely, walking with the sword, ethereal and ethereal, without a little fireworks.

The judgment of both sides is high.

But the scene quickly fell to the side before everyone was mentally prepared.

Nanxing's sword came out faster and faster, and after a few moves, a rain of swords was formed, like a river bursting its banks and flooding, and the back waves kept beating the front waves, and the murderous sword intent was surging.

The ordinary disciples couldn't see the battle situation clearly, and the faces of several elders became strange.

Where is this still the speed of the second layer of qi refining, and the seventh layer of qi refining is no more than that. Moreover, every time Nanxing made a sword, he had no false moves, and went straight to the loophole in Fuyaozi's defense. No matter how the opponent moves and dodges, the sword momentum also changes in the middle of the way, as if it is unpredictable and promising.

Fu Yaozi lost the opportunity, and completely relied on the sword cultivation of the eighth layer of qi refining and the strong speed of the body method, but in fact, he had no power to fight back at all, and the situation was precarious.

In the cage, everything is under control.

Man Jianghong not only guided Nanxing to capture the fighter, but also applied the fluctuation of the aura to the sword body, giving an increase in speed, and the effect became more and more amazing as time passed. Later, it was no longer Nanxing who was dancing the sword, but the peachwood sword dragging him to fly. It is like a falling object from a high altitude, which cannot be worn at the beginning, but when it comes to the roar, it can tear through the building and pierce the rock.

Click......

With a crisp sound, the tip of a sword flew into the sky.

The two staggered, Nanxing threw away the broken sword, panting, and cheered: "I won, I won......"

In the last section, even the elders didn't know it very clearly, vaguely Nanxing's move to "raise fire to the sky" went straight to the front door, and Fu Shaozi had no way to dodge, and instinctively snapped his fingers to break the sword. According to the normal competition, this will win, but Fuyaozi will play in the same realm by default, and after being forced to show his strong skills, he should have lost.

The crowd looked at each other in trepidation, still silent.

The scene is quirky and quiet.

The wind is whistling, the waves are roaring, mixed with the giggles of Nanxing's childlike voice, which is particularly crisp.

Yun Yangzi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to reprimand his son, but he looked at the sea but did not make a sound.

Fuyaozi stood upside down with a peachwood sword in his back, looking up at the sky, muttering to himself, not knowing what he was saying. From the beginning to the defeat, only a dozen seconds passed, and he had no chance to draw his sword at all.

Being able to cultivate to the eighth-layer Great Perfection of Qi refining in the era of the end of the law, Fu Yaozi has his own outstanding qualifications, and he is not a person who values his reputation, so he does not pay much attention to the results of this competition. He just couldn't figure it out, Nanxing was still in the second layer of qi refining after eating the "immortal medicine", how could his speed become so fast? Especially after making a move, he kept changing, and went to the loopholes that he created in an instant, and no one in the Shushan Sword Sect could do it. If it is said that the "immortals" are transmitting the sound into the secret guidance, but Nanxing has no time to react and adjust. Besides, at the beginning of the sword competition, he felt that the surrounding environment was a little abnormal, but now after releasing the realm, he didn't notice it, and it was strange.

"Nanxing, go back. ”

A majestic sound came from the fog, and then an object flew out and landed in Nanxing's palm. Well, that's the remaining half of the yam. After a round of stormy attack, the child has a huge loss of physical strength and true yuan, and his little face is pale and pale, so he needs to be rewarded and make up for it.

Nanxing returned to the front row of the elite disciples like a little peacock and stood, Tuan Tuan turned into a grimace, chewing in his mouth, making the people around him drool.

Well, this elixir really looks like a yam, but the cross-section is crystal clear like jade, and there is a trace of aura, which is definitely beneficial after eating.

If Fuyaozi was silent, the head of the sect and the elders did not dare to speak up.

If the sect leaders and elders were silent, the elite disciples would not dare to speak up.

The miscellaneous disciples with poor concentration swallowed back the cries that almost jumped to their throats, and some of them covered their mouths with their palms and made a "woo" sound of unknown meaning, holding back very hard.

They did not have the qualifications to speak out, nor did they consider that it was very complicated, and there was no clear tendency towards this confrontation between "Master Zu" and Elder Taishang. But as an ordinary person, who doesn't yearn for myths to come true and magic come true?

Before, Fuyaozi forced Jinglong to appear, and then the white mist was surging, most people thought he lost, and a few people knew that it wasn't. And the scene that just happened, he was defeated by Nanxing in less than ten moves in front of everyone, but it was irrefutable.

What's next?

The crowd was still silent, thinking, waiting......

Man Jianghong will not leave time for these people to think, the more they think, the easier it is to have problems.

"The clouds are in the blue sky, the water is in the bottle, and there is no cloud in the blue sky. A thought suddenly returned to the cavity, still skinny leaning on the bed rope......"

After a few more words, Brother Xiao Man directly threw out the mantra for refining gods and refining qi on the stone wall of Zifu, who do you love!

The verses only play the role of throwing bricks and attracting jade, but this group of people in front of them love to eat a set of Xuanxuan and Void, and it is indispensable.

Zhou Luo is the master of the Daomen in the end of the Dharma era, especially after the decline of Qi refining after the Qin Dynasty, there is a lack of means to cultivate the truth, and he created the path of "Divine Consciousness Cultivation" after Fu Zheng Danfang, and his merits are directly traced to Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of the Heavenly Master's Dao. It's a pity that Ya is too lazy, not as focused on packaging and publicity as Zhang Tianshi, and refuses to support the successors, leaving a Nanhai faction founded by disciples, so its reputation is not obvious.

Emperor Jianwen is a smart person, and under the teaching of the lazy man of Zhou, he actually created a variety of application methods, which can be called a miracle. However, the hard wound of the lack of theory could not be compensated for by a small method, which made the later successors of the Nanhai School miserable.

For example, you know where A and you know B, but how do you jump from A to B? Why is that?

I don't know.

Knowing what is true and not knowing why it is like this leads to the stagnation of the entire theoretical system, which makes it impossible to innovate and it is difficult to derive other methods. In the 800 years since the Ming Dynasty, there have been outstanding people in the Nanhai School who want to fill these gaps, but how can they surpass Zhou Lu? In the end, they have only completed a little bit of filling in the gaps, which is often plausible.

Therefore, after Brother Xiaoman threw out the two formulas with a total of less than 500 words, the atmosphere below was like a simmering soup, quietly heating up, gradually bubbling, and finally boiling.

The first few words were spit out, and the miscellaneous disciples were indifferent when they heard it, while the elite disciples were stunned, feeling that they were similar to the top secret mental method of this sect.

The elders' expressions froze, and the body of Fu Shaozi, who was looking up at the sky and scratching his head, stiffened, and his half-stretched left hand stopped, as if it had suddenly been petrified into a statue.

After the next seven or eight sentences were thrown out, they were suddenly thrown into cold water like pieces of lime, and the hot steam gradually rose, and fine bubbles appeared on the surface of the water, causing ripples.

Yun Yangzi suddenly took a few steps forward, pulled out a short sword and lay on the ground to engrave words, and the demeanor of the head of the house was all thrown into the country of Claw.

The frosty Miaoluo Shitai spread his arms and pulled it regardless of the image, as if the chicken woman flapped her wings, signaled Miaohua Shitai to vacate the place with her son, quickly pulled out the golden hairpin and squatted down, and also began to engrave.

Seeing them like this, a clever and clever disciple suddenly realized that he was looking for a clearing to find tools, and the neat formation immediately scattered.

The crowd of canteens and handymen is the lowest in cultivation and the slowest in response, but they are not stupid.

The buddy who grabbed the burning stick in his hand flew and danced, and the blackened stick head was just like a charcoal pen. For example, the huge pen of the rafters had to write splendid characters, and a small piece of open space was lost as soon as the burning stick was drawn, and gradually crossed the end of the swallow building with the smallest number of people, approaching the elite group of disciples.

The other black-faced buddies who were probably also messing around in front of the stove seemed to understand it, but they couldn't remember it anyway, so they gathered around the burning stick and pushed it when they saw someone getting in the way. In normal times, when they met these elite disciples, they would all bow their heads, and they wouldn't even dare to speak loudly.

Those elite disciples who were pushed were not annoyed, they only glanced at them in a demented daze, consciously moved to the side, and chanted words in their mouths.

Writing with a stick is nothing, and the ruthlessness of the organic spirit is horizontal, so he simply bites his finger and writes on the ground. Look, I recommend the ancestor with my blood, this piece of heart is sincere enough!

Seeing the chaotic scene under his eyelids, Xiao Mange's face twitched, and he remembered that he peed and wrote in the snow when he was a child. The scorched urine scorched in the snow, rushing out of the black holes. Damn, this article is too long, at least hundreds of bubbles of urine can be taken, so there is no bold imitation of it.

Of course, the vast majority of the disciples were still listening honestly, closing their eyes and memorizing.

For these two short articles, Man Jianghong has thought about them many times in the Purple Mansion. At this moment, he recited aloud, and under the cover of Zhou Lu's divine soul breath, he "touched" the aura of the people of the Nanhai Sect fluctuated, and his divine sense fluctuated, and he felt that his understanding was deepened.

Nearly 500 words, calm and clear, not slow, and it took five or six minutes to read them. Someone stopped making a sound and quietly looked down.

The moon is poopy, the young master is laborious, and all the eighteen martial arts have been used up, don't know what to do!

Feeling that there was no more sound coming from the sea, he squinted and recited his eyes, and raised his head as he lay on the ground and carved words, like an eel in a bucket.

A howl came out, urging people to break their hearts and intestines. But it was the son who was prostrate on the ground and wept bitterly, and he almost splashed and rolled.

"Master Zu, why did your old man come back after eight hundred years......

The howling sound instantly aroused many grievances of everyone in the South China Sea, and then a large number of people cried. It's like a bullied child finally looking forward to the adults coming home, and the tears can't be stopped.

Yun Yangzi quickly got up, solemnly dusted off his robe, and led everyone to kneel.

"The South China Sea is a vein, knocking on the ...... of the ancestors"

In the sound waves like mountains and tsunamis, there was a smug laugh in the fog, and someone's little heart that had been hanging finally fell back into the cavity.

The moon is poopy, is it easy for the master, it is simply tired of shedding a layer of skin, and the baby's aura has wasted a lot of it. Kneel if you like, don't look at me like that, the candy is already glowing.

After a while, the sound of old majesty came from the fog.

"I am here this time, and there is really a heavenly opportunity to pass it on, and I can't talk about it to the outside world...... In the year of Xinsi, in the late spring of March, the heavenly demons are coming...... The country of Luzon should not build any more civil construction; the outer gates of Shenzhou should all be withdrawn; the prisoners of Yuzhi Island will never come to the ...... because they will hurt the peace of the heavens."

After Man Jianghong threw out the "explosive thunder" of "Heavenly Demon Advent World", he didn't care how he digested it below, and directly mixed "give up Jade Tree Island" into a few orders, anyway, this is the purpose of his coming here to engage in East and West.

The prophecy of the high-level leaders of the South China Sea faction to Feng Yi, "In the year of Xinsi, the heavenly demon crosses the void to", he should have heard of it. But the specific time point of "Late Spring March" was calculated namelessly. Before revealing the information to the Earth Federation, Man Jianghong told the Nanhai faction that he was also a little cautious, hoping that this force that was likely to be controlled by himself in the future would be prepared in advance and be able to survive in the last days.

He is not worried that the South China Sea faction will leak secrets and cause world chaos in advance. Thinking about the fact that even Zhou Lu's information has been concealed for 800 years, the secrecy measures here are indeed strict. However, it is not certain that for Huaxia Shenzhou, Luofu Island is a wild place, and there are obstacles to communication. In order to prevent the Yongle Emperor from chasing and killing, Zhou Lu's information should be kept strictly secret in the generation of Supreme True Persons. But later, even if you solemnly announce it, people will only think that you are putting gold on your face, and they will not believe it at all.

In fact, it is nothing if the news of the Heavenly Demon's advent is leaked, anyway, the Earth Federation will secretly notify the cultivation realm, as long as it does not spread in the world.

So how to deal with the chaos in the world?

Evacuation? Digging deep holes and accumulating grain? There is no need for him to teach Yun Yangzi at all. It's just to hide the crucial purpose of "giving up Jade Island" that I said a few more words.

Hehe, it feels so cool to be a grandfather, just give orders, and you don't need to explain to explain. See, there was a continuous sound of "chirp" below, and no one dared to jump out of half a "no" word.

After saying this, Man Jianghong was about to learn from Cao Cao Angtian and laughed three times, but saw Yun Yangzi hurriedly walked to the beach and knelt down in his robe, raised a shiny object above his head with both hands, and said respectfully: "Please also ask Master Zu to take back the hibiscus order." ”

That's right, this is a good thing, like a fake antique, commanding the South China Sea, don't dare to disobey. Fainted, how can you get it back from such a long distance? The crazy old man can take pictures in the air, but the master can't do it, at most it will affect the trajectory of the object. Could it be that if you climb down the popsicle and step on the ice to the shore, won't the image of the gods who have been pretending for a long time be completely ruined?

There was silence in the fog for a few breaths, and suddenly there was a low chirp of "Kang'er'er" in succession.

Everyone in the Nanhai faction knelt on the ground, and when they heard the sound, they were very surprised, and when they looked up, they saw the albatross leading the birds hovering in the air, swooping down, spreading their wings like a black and white cloud, and snatching the hibiscus order from the master's hand and sending it into the fog, so surprised that his jaw almost dislocated.

"I still have a successor in the world, and I will see you with this card in the future. ”

After this sentence came out of the sea, there was no more sound.

The fog became thicker and thicker, covering the "white jade pillar" tightly.

Originally, I wanted to get a perfect curtain call before leaving, but the performance artist Xiao Man was suddenly uneasy, and he didn't have the heart to talk more at all, so he hurriedly let Lingsuo violently release his aura to create a cloud cover, and was ready to slip off the popsicle to inform Da Bai Sa to run. Well, I don't know if the goods have been frozen into canned fish.

At that moment, someone felt locked by a tenacious divine sense, and a thunderclap rang out in the clear sky.

"Uh, where is the demon? Eat me a punch. ”

Before the words fell, a flash of lightning pierced the sky.