In the middle of his thoughts, Qi Jingzhi had already drawn a list in his heart, listing the surnames that might be in conflict with him.

It's not that he is prejudiced against these surnames, but the fact is that the families and cultivators he meets more or less have to pay attention to the origin of their surnames.

Maybe a rebellion four or five hundred years ago was too far away for ordinary people, and even Chen Er became a servant and could oppress him, a grass man surnamed Jiang surnamed Qi.

However, just looking at Chen Taiqiu, who is more than 200 years old, was said by Langya Jun to die young, he knows that in the hearts of these great monks who can live for hundreds of thousands of years, the grievances and hatreds of hundreds of years ago are still as fresh as yesterday.

"As the saying goes, you can't have the heart to harm others, and you can't have the heart to prevent people, and when you meet the descendants of these surnames, especially the elderly monks, it is always beneficial and harmless to be a little more careful."

This thought flashed through Qi Jingzhi's heart, so he put it aside and stopped thinking about it, and instead asked Langya Jun, "Listen to the meaning of the seniors, that Ding Lingwei surnamed Jiang also worshiped Immortal Feather Mountain?"

Zheng Xian nodded when he heard this, and raised his hand to point at the golden nest in the canopy: "There are always some pretentious children of the Ding family surnamed Jiang, who are bent on learning from the strengths of other families and adding a new formation to their own "Tiger Sutra", but it is a pity that most of the things that have been made up are flashy things, and there are very few successful ones."

"At that time, Ding Lingwei was amazingly talented and arrogant, and like his junior An Fenghou, he refused to concentrate on studying the "Tiger Sutra", and always wanted to play some tricks on the side, so he worshiped the previous generation of Xuandu Guan Master as a teacher, and learned the "Immortal Feather Sutra" of the secret transmission of the Feng clan of Xianyu Mountain."

"Not to mention, he is extremely talented, he entered the country quickly, and he caught up with the good opportunity to quell the Chen rebellion, learned and applied it on the battlefield, checked and filled in the gaps, and gained a lot in the Chen Clan's library Pavilion, and really created a quite practical formation, called the Crane Wing Array, and thus touched the threshold of the fifth realm."

"Once it is completed, in the "Tiger Sutra" of the Jiang family surnamed Ding in the Qi Kingdom, there will really be an extra formation map!"

Qi Jingzhi can hear it clearly, and there are four formations of Flying Osprey, Changhong, Repeat, and Bagua in today's "Tiger Sutra", and there are no crane wings, so he knows that Ding Lingwei should have fallen short.

Without waiting for him to ask, he heard Zheng Xian sigh and say, "It's a pity that Ding Lingwei was too conceited, and he hastily broke through the realm with insufficient savings, and even created the Crane Wing Array at the same time as breaking the realm, so the two calamities of breaking the realm and creating the law were superimposed, attracting extremely powerful external demons in the Infinite Wilderness, so that the success was lost."

"Since then, his spirit has been lost in the Infinite Wilderness, and he has not returned, and his physical body has remained on the Immortal Feather Mountain, and his corpse has been dismembered and turned into a crane, and he has lived in chaos for nearly five hundred years!"

Speaking of this, with Langya Jun's cultivation as the realm, he couldn't help but sigh, stroked his palm and whispered: "Ding Ling passed away from the world, and he brushed his clothes to the fairy road. After refining the nine pills, Fang went with Wuyun. The pineapple covers the secluded hole, and the peach and apricot are deep and hidden. I don't know how many times the sea has returned to the Crane?"

He groaned but shook his head: "The spirit is lost in the wilderness, and there is only a corpse crane left, where will I remember my relatives and friends in the old days, and the customs of my hometown? In this vast sea land, Ding Lingwei is afraid that it will be difficult to come back again!"

At this time, Qi Jingzhi could already conclude that the friendship between this Langya Jun and the Jiang surname Ding, especially Ding Lingwei, was extraordinary, but I don't know how he would deal with the two Anfenghou brothers if there is such a big mess in Jiuzhen County, Liaozhou and even the six states of the East China Sea.

A few people were silent for a long time, and then they saw that the Filthy Sea Phoenix Nest on the golden canopy was obviously a few times larger, but it was still not worth mentioning compared to the canopy, and the sounds of fighting, wailing and other sounds gradually disappeared inside, and it seemed quite quiet.

In fact, not only the direction of the canopy, but also the Houfu Iron Guard outside the Baiyun Palace and even the entire Jiuzhen County City, they were all silent at this moment, like a dead city, and I don't know if the soldiers and civilians in the city were stunned by the changes, especially the golden giant tree, or whether Langya Jun used secret techniques to isolate the Baiyun Palace from the outside world.

Anyway, until now, the hundred tiger ben who should have been ordered to come to obey Geshu Dashi's dispatch and swear to guard the main hall of Baiyun Palace are still missing.

Langya Jun Zheng Xian had already cleaned up his mood and regained his previous gentle and amiable gentlemanly demeanor, shook his head and smiled: "Originally, I wanted to follow the principles of nature and wait for the day of harvest, but I was almost killed by this

The two Ding juniors destroyed the Lingtian in Liuzhou, and Zheng could only pull out the seedlings to help them!"

I saw that he took off the white feather fan shaped like a phoenix's tail on his waist, and waved it in the direction of the canopy, and a faint white fluorescence scattered.

The golden-threaded fog tiger quietly appeared on the branches, but its size was no longer the same, and it looked like a small hill.

It opened its mouth to latch onto the golden phoenix's nest covered in the black water and filthy sea, and turned its head to burrow into the depths of the canopy.

The next moment, the whole golden giant tree seemed to come to life, and the branches and leaves began to sway in the wind, and clusters of dense golden flower bones grew between the whiskers.

Immediately after that, these flower bones suddenly bloomed, blooming clusters of small five-petaled flowers, but this kind of smallness was comparable to the golden giant tree, but it was actually comparable to a futon.

As the flowers on the tree open in an instant, a rich sweet fragrance spreads out, which makes people feel refreshed.

Qi Jingzhi only felt that this flower and this fragrance were familiar, and it was quite similar to the scene when the jujube tree bloomed.

Seeing Langyajun Zheng Xian wave the white feather fan in his hand again, he whispered in his mouth, "Where is the Golden Wing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of bees appeared in the void, each of them the size of the two golden birds before, with a golden light all over them, and the sound of flapping wings resounded in an instant, like the wind roaring and thundering.

These golden bees, known as "Golden Winged Emissaries", fly in and out of the trees and flowers, apparently collecting nectar for pollination.

Qi Jingzhi grew up in the mountains and wilderness, and naturally became more and more familiar with such scenes, but whether it was a tree, a flower or a bee, it was unprecedented and huge, and the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt, and even a little terrifying.

Especially those golden winged envoys, just look at the fierce wind and loud sound set off when they vibrate their wings, if an ordinary person falls into the swarm, I am afraid that they will be cut by a thousand knives.

The golden-winged envoys were quite quick to do their work, but in a few moments, they disappeared into the void with the fragrant honey fragrance on their bodies, and the golden flowers on the trees also left the branches and fell, but suddenly disappeared before they could land.

At the same time, jujubes as big as melons appeared on the branches, huge and fragrant, and the trees were full of them.

The increasingly intoxicating jujube fragrance not only enveloped the four people under the tree, but also floated for ten miles and smelled all over the city.

Langyajun Zheng Xian suddenly showed his green robe, and then flew without wings and entered the clouds.

"The Soul is back! There is no east, no west, no south, no north!"

The ethereal and distant singing resounded above and below the golden tree, between heaven and earth.

"There is no soul to go to, no return! The blue sea is turbulent, and the green abyss is heavy. The long whale raises waves, and the dragon flows side by side. The teeth are like a mountain of knives, and the bones are hanging in between. When the soul returns, you can't cross it!"

"There is no south in the soul, feed tigers and leopards! The light is burning, and the secluded forest blocks the way. The white forehead is entrenched, and the snake is meandering. If the tooth is wrong, the murder is like hemp. The soul is back, and you can't wade in!"

With the singing of Langya Jun Zheng Xian, there seemed to be the sound of rushing water in the darkness, and there were countless howls and sorrows, resounding through yin and yang, echoing throughout the city.

"There is no west, and it is difficult to walk! The ladder is hooked, and the bird road is crossed. Thousands of miles of quicksand, whirling into the thunder abyss. The horse's feet stumbled on the side, and the wheels destroyed the hills. When the soul returns, you can't cross it!"

"The soul is gone, and the people are miserable! The cold mountains are wrapped in vegetarian, and the frozen clouds do not fly. Ice increases, snow drifts for thousands of miles. The candle dragon breathed, and the wind cracked. The soul returns, and it is impossible to go away!"

Qi Jingzhi had already lit the silver wind mother candlestick, and covered the smoke and feather coat on the top of his head, and when he looked at it, he saw that the statue of the autumn god had long disappeared, and there was only one giant tree left in the heaven and earth, which was even bigger than before.

The body of the tree is towering, covering the sky, like a golden city.

The bark of the tree is cracked, and the low-lying places are like thousands of ravines, divided into pieces of golden scales, and the seats are high hills.

In the rift valley between the high hills of the golden scales, there is a faint Yellow River flowing cloth, and thousands of turbid currents meander and intersect, rushing upwards and reaching the treetops.

In the dusk of the yellow water, there were more than 100 dead spirits who first came up one after another, and they were the Wei clansmen who had entered the Yellow Spring, and then dozens of people floated one after another, most of them were wearing armor and spiritual light covers.

Among them, the most glorious one was a red-robed and red-armored one

The middle-aged man, who actually retained a clear mind, struggled to break free from the river, and saluted Langya Jun who was floating in the air, and immediately turned into a ray of spiritual light and went southwest.

Immediately after, two sharp claws appeared out of thin air, one black and the other gray, and burst one after another with two thuds, suddenly turning into hundreds of thousands of dead spirits, either falling into the turbid current of the rift valley or falling on the golden-scaled hills.

Langyajun raised the white feather fan in his hand, pointed at the branch of the golden tree, and said solemnly: "I am Zheng Xian, the great Qi Langyajun, guarding the East China Sea and sowing gold fields. Seeing the innocent deaths today, my heart is very sympathetic, and it is here and now that I will open the door of blessing and open the Dharma realm, summon souls to overcome the dead, and pull out sins and help suffering."

In just a few words, it was like the holy words of the immortal sound, attracting more dead spirits to emerge from the turbid current of the Yellow Spring, and followed the prestige to Zheng Xian, and his eyes gradually glowed with wisdom.

"If you don't want to be reincarnated, you can enter my Dharma Realm, send golden dates, replenish your soul, and be blessed with full longevity! If Zheng is lucky enough to transform the blessed land and open up the cave sky, he will have a chance to create and change!"

As soon as these words came out, many dead spirits woke up like a dream, and the ignorance was gone, and for a while there was chaos and noise, mixed with joy and sorrow, or with the help of the water potential, or climbing the golden scales, towards the golden dates that exuded a strange fragrance and were as big as melons on the branches.

On the top of the brilliant golden giant tree, thousands of dead spirits climb and fight, looking at it like a ghostly ghost, but it is full of indescribable sacred solemnity, which makes people's scalp tingle.

Wei Bao already had two lines of tears on his face, and at this time, he fell to the ground with a thud, first kowtowing to his relatives, and then turning to the direction of Langya Jun and kowtowing heavily.

Faced with this situation, Qi Jingzhi and Geshu Dashi naturally would not stop this Wei single seedling, and they looked at each other, both shocked and speechless.

Compared with the Yin Si ghosts and gods enshrined by the lord of the country in various parts of Daqi, this Langya monarch is more like a majestic god who rules the underworld and herds all ghosts.

However, in a moment, except for the middle-aged man in red armor who left on his own and was suspected of being the captain of Jidu, the dead spirits of the rest of the innocent and tragic people who died in this chaos all found a golden jujube and slept in it, like a fetus.

Langyajun Zheng Xian raised a fan, and immediately several huge golden dates flew out from the depths of the canopy, the big ones were three, all of them were one person tall, and the small ones were six, ranging from one or two feet long to three or five feet.

As he landed on the ground, these golden dates also slowly flew over, hanging behind him like stars and moons.

At the same time, the golden giant tree suddenly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a golden jujube the size of a red gold bead and fell into Zheng Xian's palm.

He glanced at the field with an indifferent expression, and saw that the three young people were all agitated and overflowing, and he couldn't help but smile, and then his eyes fell on the silver wind mother candlestick, and a different color flashed in his eyes.

However, this Langya Jun didn't say anything, just waved his feather fan lightly, setting off a breeze that seemed to be nothing, not only holding up Wei Bao, who was kneeling on the ground with a stunned face, but also easily extinguishing the blood flame of the Silver Wind Mother.

The blood light is gone, the darkness is gone, and there are no more monks fighting methods, strange things competing in the sky, no spiritual air dispersing, no light and flames, and no necromantic hedgehogs and ghosts.

As a result, the weather is clear, the wind and smoke are clear, and the mind is open.

As soon as Langyajun Zheng Xian opened his mouth and spit out, a half-human-high golden tripod fell in front of everyone.

The gold in the tripod is boiling like a cloud of smoke, and there are two extremely conspicuous inscriptions engraved on the tripod.

The right said: "Golden Stove God Cauldron, return the Dan gold liquid."

Zuo said: "Ascend to heaven and live on the earth, and live forever!"

There is also a large string of small characters at the bottom: "Emperor Yan's bloodline, Wucheng's young son, the minister Jiang Jingshu, obeyed the Holy Dao, Chengtian was ordered, called the king Yu Fengxiang Zhiye, the son Zheng Zhixu, for the Jiang surname Zheng Guozhu, open the Zheng Jing clan, cast the Ding to Ji, and pass it on to the descendants."

Qi Jingzhi has seen too many unbelievable strange things tonight, and he is already a little numb when he sees this golden tripod at this time, but these inscriptions on the tripod can attract his attention even more, and he can't help but take two steps closer and read it softly.

When he saw Jin Ding for the first time, he thought it was Langya Jun's innate natal weapon, but after reading the inscription, he found that he thought badly.

Seeing this, Langya Jun Zheng Xian smiled and said, "This is Zheng

Heirlooms!"

"When Wu became a holy king, Zhu Jiang and Zhu Ji joined forces to destroy the kingdom of the son. After the fall of the Zheng State, in order to subdue the Zheng people, the ancestor, as the young son of the King of Wuchengsheng, was ordered to establish the Jiang surname Zheng Guo on the ruins."

"Later, Mu Tianzi of the Ji clan treacherously seized Zheng as the lower capital, and Jiang Zheng was destroyed, known as Western Zheng in history. The Zheng Jing clan, the remnant of the country, gradually disappeared into obscurity, and today they call themselves the Zheng clan."

Qi Jingzhi heard another ancient history about the rise and fall of Shengjiang, although it was only a few words, but there was a blood-colored smoke that could not be hidden.

He couldn't help but secretly wonder: "The ancestors of the Jiang surname Ding and the Zheng family are both the sons of the Holy King of Wucheng, and the two families are really brothers. This Langya Jun has a close relationship with Ding Lingwei, and it turns out that there is still this relationship."