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The drifting rain and howling winds went crazy in the darkness, rolling beads of rain into people's windowsills, wantonly striking everything that existed on the earth, even if it was broken bones.

The master of the White Cloud Temple in the White Cloud Temple stood under the eaves and looked at the cloudy sky. His disciple Jing Du also stood by and watched the thunder light falling in the darkness not enter the city, listening to the thunder sound as if it was opening in his ears, and in his pupils there were sharp thunder lights like swords.

"It turned out that he came, no wonder." The Lord of the White Cloud Temple looked at it and said with a slight frown.

Jing Du hurriedly asked, "Master, who are you talking about?" Although his realm was not enough for him to see something, he was a cultivator after all, and he was a personal disciple of the Lord of the White Cloud Temple, so he could naturally feel the unusualness from this shocking sky.

"There is only one kind of person in this world who can show his true body and change color in an instant." The White Cloud Viewer said.

Jing Du thought about it for a while, and was not sure, so he asked, "What kind of person is Master, is it someone above the Immortal Dao?" ”

The Baiyun Guan Lord sighed and said: "The Immortal Dao pays attention to being at ease and quiet with the same light as the dust, how can it manifest itself and cause the power of the heavens, it is the same for any other cultivator, unless they cast a spell to cause a change of color." But the gods are different, they accept the faith of all beings, and when a god's faith is stronger, the more power he carries on his body, so the place where the god passes must change color. It's just that there are very few gods in the world who can cause such a strong celestial phenomenon. ”

"Could it be that every god who accepts the faith of all living beings appears with such wind and rain, lightning and thunder?" Jing Du asked.

"That's not the case, the only one who will have this kind of celestial phenomenon in the heavens and the earth today is the god of Si Yu." The White Cloud Viewer said.

Jing Du was greatly surprised, and said: "Could it be the Jinghe Chen Jing who summoned the Seven Gods of Heaven and Seal in the Kunlun Great Array and finally broke through Kunlun with a sword." ”

When he was surprised, King Zhao, who was still lying in the powder tent in the palace, was awakened by the sound of thunder. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had heard thunder in the palace.

He just sat up, and a pink arm had stretched out from the quilt to hook his neck, and said in a coquettish voice: "King, it's not dawn yet,......

On the other side of King Zhao, a **** half-exposed woman sat up, put it on King Zhao's chest, and the green jade fingers slid onto King Zhao's waist and poked into the quilt.

"King, what's wrong?"

The sound was as sweet as honey.

"Boom ......"

Another thunderclap rang out, and the electric light reflected in the wide powder tent.

"Listen, it's thunder." King Zhao.

"Yes, King, what's wrong with the thunder?" Concubine Sang leaned tightly against King Zhao, as if she wanted to use her soft body to drive away a trace of doubt and uneasiness from Zhao for him.

King Zhao looked up at the roof, and through the pink gauze tent, he could see electric sparks penetrating through the tent, and he could faintly hear the sound of wind and rain. He said: "This palace is not an ordinary palace, the ancestors asked the masters of Xuanmen to lay out the foundation of the formation, draw the formation map, and then the craftsmen built it according to the formation map. In addition to the name of Zixiao Palace, this palace also has a name called Fengshentai. ”

"Ah, Fengshentai? What does this mean, so strange name. Concubine Sha exclaimed and said, but her eyes seemed to be dripping water, close to King Zhao's ears, and said delicately: "King, what is this god platform?" ”

King Zhao seemed to have fallen into some kind of artistic conception, pondered for a while, and said: "The widow is not very clear, but I heard that no matter what cultivator comes to this Zixiao Palace Divine Altar, he will become a flexible mortal, and the magic power is not obvious, and the spell is difficult to cast. Moreover, the sound of wind and rain and thunder cannot be heard in this palace, and it is the first time in so many years that the widow has been awakened by the sound of thunder. ”

At this time, a maid came in and said, "Pray for Su Liang of the Temple of Heaven to see." ”

Su Liang is the attendant next to the Heavenly Emperor of the Temple of Prayer, and usually the Heavenly Emperor does not live in the depths, and it is Su Liang who represents the Heavenly Prayer. King Zhao got up and sent a message to Su Liang to go to the palace. He prepared to summon his ministers.

But when he dressed all his clothes and came to the palace, he found that none of the ministers had arrived, only some guards were guarding the door, and the rain was pouring down outside, and at a glance, he could not see the hall on the other side of the hall at all.

The rain was as thick as a curtain in the void, blocking the view of the people in the temple.

King Zhao suddenly had the illusion that he felt as if he was imprisoned by an invisible force. This feeling made him furious.

"My lord, this is what the evil gods are doing. The Lords were blocked by the spells of the evil gods. Su Liang walked up a few steps and said unhurriedly.

King Zhao was shocked, and Su Liang said again: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, with the presence of the Heavenly Monarch, no evil god can get close to Zixiao Palace for half a step." ”

Although King Zhao said this, his heart was a little calm, but he just looked at the heavy rain outside that did not weaken in the slightest, but he still couldn't put his mind at ease, so he ordered all the samurai to gather here.

His order just now, there is a person who has come from the wind and rain, it is the Baiyun Guan Lord's personal disciple Jing Du, he came to King Zhao, made a bow, and said: "See the king, on the order of the family teacher, I have come to inform the king that the family teacher has gone to find the rain god who did it." ”

"The rain god? Although the widow did not sacrifice to him, he did not blaspheme him, so why should he condemn the widow? King Zhao stood up and hurriedly said.

At this time, the guards in the palace were all gathered at this time, and some guards stepped forward to report that Lan Qingya had committed suicide under the lampholder, and blood flowed all over the ground. After hearing this, King Zhao couldn't help but be surprised and pity, surprised that the seemingly weak woman was so ruthless, and it was a pity that her young and beautiful face had withered before it could be cherished.

After Jing Du heard this, he fell into deep thought, but Su Liang suddenly said: "This must be to die to sacrifice to the evil god, and there must be an image of the evil god in the place where she died, and the king can order people to find it and burn it, and the evil law will be broken." ”

As if he had known about Lan Qingya's affairs for a long time, he said bluntly. King Zhao hurriedly ordered the soldiers to look for it, but they didn't find it at all. And King Zhao remembered the scroll of paintings that Lan Qing Aya was holding when she entered the palace.

The streets of Jun'an City, outside the royal palace named Zixiao Palace, are rolling in the water, and Chen Jing steps on the central street of this Jun'an City. Feeling the spiritual power of the earth's leylines in this city, and experiencing the wish power contained in the city that is turning in the pot like boiling water, there is only one of them that belongs to him, but the white light erected in the center of the city goes straight to the clouds, that is the belief that belongs to Lan Qingya, it is her wishing power.

Chen Jing did not think of accepting faith and prayers in this great city with a large number of heavens and earth. He walked the earth with the sole purpose of hoping that his heart would be as calm as the earth.

He sat in the downtown to read bamboo books for more than four months, but his heart that gradually calmed down was completely broken by Lan Qingya's sacrifice and prayer.

She started a month ago, rain or shine, to buy Chen Jing's rice noodles for more than a month, although they spoke very little, but this is fate, faith is established in such a simple transaction.

He kept walking forward, step by step towards the palace.

A man suddenly appeared in the rain ahead, as if he had come out of the underground current, and as if he had come with the wind and rain, and more like a thunderbolt falling from the sky.

As soon as this person appeared, Chen Jing stopped. In the darkness of the wind and rain, it was impossible to see the man's face, not even his clothes, and when the blinding thunder in the sky lit up, there was nothing there.

"In the eight hundred years of Jun'an City, there have been countless gods, but none of the gods can take away a trace of faith from Jun'an City, and no one can make the wishes of the people in Jun'an City come true."

That one said, and the voice came into Chen Jing's ears along the wind and rain.

"Are you the Heavenly Monarch of the Temple of Prayer?" Chen Jing asked.

The Heavenly Monarch smiled: "Don't dare to call the Heavenly Monarch in front of the gods." ”

"Then you dare to stop me." Chen Jingdao.

"This is Jun'an City in Zhongyuan Kingdom. The temple was built for 400 years. The Immortal Monarch said.

Chen Jing replied, "How is it compared to Kunlun? ”

The Immortal Heavenly Monarch immediately swallowed the words in his mouth, and Chen Jing had already stepped forward again, and as he moved, the wind and rain rolled up, instantly swallowing up the shadow that seemed to be something. As the wind and rain rolled up, the man disappeared, but suddenly Yin soldiers sat in the water flowing in the street. These Yin soldiers wore armor and held knives, sat up from the water, and Chen Jing slowly surged, as if like a black tide.

"You actually imprisoned the souls of the people in Jun'an City." Chen Jing said angrily.

As he spoke, a white light burst out of his mouth, and the white light melted into the wind and rain, sweeping towards the front and back of the street, and the wind and rain were like knives, tearing apart the bodies of Yin soldiers, like cutting through black pieces of paper.

Yin dispersed in the wind and rain, turning into black smoke and condensing a black cloud above Chen Jing's head, blocking Chen Jing from the sky. There are still Yin soldiers quietly squeezing over. They have no life, they don't know life or death.

Chen Jing could see at a glance that these Yin soldiers were not the same as the three thousand Yin soldiers under Qin Yang's seat, and they did not form any formation, but Chen Jing felt a trace of danger at the moment when the Yin soldiers dispersed into a black mist and formed a black cloud.

This is not an ordinary Yin Soul, nor is it an ordinary Yin soldier, but a soul of faith, a soul of faith that has been gathered in the Temple of Prayer for four hundred years.

For hundreds of years, the Temple of Prayer for Heaven has allowed these souls to be inseparable from Jun'an City. These souls who believed in the Temple of Prayer for Heaven before their lives actually had a feeling of immortality and immortality in Jun'an's requiem. Chen Jing suddenly thought of Baling City, where there are a city of unbelieving souls, 200,000 resentful souls, but there are more souls of faith here, the two are completely different, but they have the same effect.

"I said, this is Jun'an City, the Temple of Prayer has been here for four hundred years, even if it is a god, there have been second-grade gods in Jun'an City." The voice of the Immortal Monarch came out of the mouth of one of the Yin Spirits.

However, Chen Jing did not reply to his words, but flipped his wrist, and a large black seal was covered in the palm of his hand.

"This, this, how can you have this kind of Yin World King Seal."

In the dark wind and rain, there was an exclamation from the Heavenly Monarch, Chen Jing ignored it at all, and raised the black seal in his hand, and the five evil ghost statues on the black seal suddenly seemed to come to life, and the five evil ghosts each opened their mouths and sucked in, and those immortal yin soldiers poured into the mouths of the five evil ghosts along with the black clouds in the sky.