As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Zhiwei immediately felt a little moved, and he couldn't bear to go out and try it.

Since you want to try this kind of Dharma altar with great lethality, you definitely can't try it in the Daozang Temple.

Moreover, to open this altar, even if Zhang Zhiwei can simplify some steps, there must still be things that should be there.

For example, there must be a magic sword, a flying sword to punish demons, there is no sword, and it is a chicken feather.

Zhang Zhiwei walked out of the gate of the Daozang Palace, and a middle-aged Taoist priest was guarding the door.

He is the disciple of the old high-ranking Zhang Yi who is in charge of the Daozang Temple, although he is more than one round older than Zhang Zhiwei, but the two are the same generation.

"Senior brother, where is my uncle?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"Senior Brother Zhiwei!" The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled, "My master went back to rest, does my junior brother have anything to do with my master?" ”

"It's nothing, I'll just ask."

Zhang Zhiwei actually wanted his uncle to borrow the magic sword, but since he was not there, forget it.

In fact, when it comes to magic swords, he also has them, but after the light was opened, he put them on the shelf, and he didn't use them much, and he didn't know if he could still use them now.

Zhang Zhiwei left the Daozang Palace, first went to the dining hall to get some food, and returned to his room.

There is an offering table, incense candles, and a tablet for the ancestor in the room, Zhang Zhiwei lit three incense sticks to the ancestor and took down the peach wood sword hanging on the wall.

This is something that every disciple will have, although it is a wooden sword, it has been opened to the light, and it has been warmed by Qi day and night, so its power is not less than that of an iron sword.

Of course, that is an ordinary Taoist priest, Zhang Zhiwei majored in Dangong, and he used a slap to beat people and ghosts, this peachwood sword, he had never been warm, so there was not much spirituality in it.

In short, it's about to expire.

Looking at the peachwood sword covered with dust and dull color, Zhang Zhiwei wiped off the dust on the surface and said to himself:

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not too late, let's warm it up first!"

He immediately bit his finger, gathered Qi on his fingertips, and quickly wrote a talisman on the peachwood sword.

After writing, the peachwood sword in his hand had a little more red-golden light, and it was no longer as dull as before.

Zhang Zhiwei exhaled, twisted his fingers, rubbed off the blood stains on them, and with a movement of his heart, the human body pattern moved slightly, and the small wound disappeared in an instant.

After getting the most critical thing of the magic sword, Zhang Zhiwei began to work on the altar.

According to Daozang, to open this altar, it is necessary to use the Dharma Jar as a guide, equipped with a magic sword, a banner, a position plate, a charm, and a chapter table...... All kinds of tools are readily available, and then you can recite the scriptures orally and step on the steps to open the altar and display the magic power of flying swords to punish demons.

"It's so troublesome, no wonder there aren't many people who use it, after this set of operations, the enemy on the opposite side is enough to kill you three thousand times, it is only suitable for sneak attacks, it needs to be simplified."

"These steps are the lower limit of opening the altar, and they are for those novices who have a clear plan, let me see what steps can be simplified?"

After thinking carefully for a while, Zhang Zhiwei had a number in his heart, and immediately got up, put a gossip in the quiet room, put yellow paper, pen and ink swords around him, and then took the incense burner, talismans, and chapter tables in front of the ancestral master's tablet and put them on the tablet.

Everything was ready, Zhang Zhiwei held a peachwood sword, stepped on the seven star steps, and read the scriptures in his mouth:

"Xuantian God, true Fu Xing. Yousheng Zhenjun ^ too faint Haoying, Dongyao Eight Gates......"

This is stepping on the feet and reciting the mantra.

After a few operation processes, Zhang Zhiwei began to start.

Take out a piece of yellow paper, pick up a pen, dip it in ink, and start writing talismans.

This talisman is the edict of the gods, and it is also the last step in the practice of opening the altar.

After writing, Zhang Zhiwei took a peachwood sword and pulled a sword flower, the tip of the sword picked up the yellow talisman, and shouted in his mouth:

"Haste as the law!"

Suddenly, Huang Fu was windless and natural, informing the gods in the Dharma lineage.

Then, Zhang Zhiwei felt that in the dark, a huge and mighty god with a cloak and a golden armor stood according to his sword, twisted his head and looked over, under the long hair like a waterfall, his eyes were like lightning.

This scene shocked Zhang Zhiwei: "This is ...... That's the Dharma lineage, the god in the Dharma lineage looked at me, why did he look at me, I am an ordinary man, what is worth seeing from him? ”

In a trance, the peachwood sword in his hand came out of his hand, roaring, hovering in the air.

The flying sword is the magic altar, and it's done!

Zhang Zhiwei came back to his senses, and the glance that seemed to penetrate the space just now made him feel a little hairy, and he began to think about it.

"Raunchy, disheveled, debauched and freedom-loving, which god is this image?"

Zhang Zhiwei touched his somewhat unkempt hair, and soon had an answer in his mind.

"The first sentence of the scripture just now is Xuantian God, Xuantian God is also known as the Zhenwu Emperor, also known as the Demon Tianzun, the Patriarch of the Hair Cloth, the image is matched, the god of the altar edict is actually the Emperor Zhenwu!"

"Emperor Zhenwu is the god of Wudang, could it be that I, a disciple of Longhu Mountain, went to edict him, which alarmed him with a trace of true spirit, which made him a little surprised?"

Zhang Zhiwei frowned and thought for a while, feeling that it shouldn't be.

Although Emperor Zhenwu is the god of Wudang, in fact, all sects of Taoism have offerings, so there is no reason to be surprised.

"Forget it, don't worry about it, although the steps are a little simple, but it is also done according to the rules, just watch!"

It is said that there is a god three feet above his head, Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the sky and muttered to himself:

"You are an ancestor, our place has been dedicated to you for more than a thousand years. The five immortals of the shamanic sect, in order to light incense, Zen essence was exhausted, and the dog's brain was knocked out, but he couldn't get much. ”

"And under the operation of Taoism, every dynasty is sealing for you, and you have been worshiped for thousands of years, and you have so much incense, if you really have a spirit, then manifest it and sweep away the ......"

"Forget it, it's just a trace of true spirit, it's unrealistic to expect you to sweep it away, or else, you manifest your spirit and pass on my one-handed demon swordsmanship, I'll help you sweep everything away, and return this Shenzhou a Lang Lang Qiankun?"

After Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, nothing happened, only the peachwood sword was suspended in the air, making a burst of fighting.

"After all, it was a mistake!"

Zhang Zhiwei complained, and he was not disappointed, just a whim, casually beep a few words, and did not expect anything.

Looking at the peachwood sword suspended in front of him, Zhang Zhiwei didn't directly hit the thunder method, which would ruin the peachwood sword.

He activated the Innate Heart Fire Qi and Lung Gold Qi in his body, causing them to disperse and intertwine at both ends of the peachwood sword, preventing the two Qi from accumulating into one and forming lightning.

To do this, it is a great test of the control of Qi, ordinary people want to do this, they are afraid that they will "blow up the sword" in an instant, but for Zhang Zhiwei, it is not difficult.

It may be a little difficult before subduing the heart ape.

But now, his heart ape is strong, but he is very obedient, retaining his power while not affecting Lei Fa's control.

So he can operate in a more nuanced way, combining power and control.

Zhang Zhiwei struck more than a dozen innate fire qi and golden qi in a row, and did not stop until he reached the limit that the peachwood sword could bear.

At this time, the image of the peachwood sword has already changed greatly, emitting a dazzling blue light, and a large number of heart fire qi and lung gold qi are circulating on the surface, but the two qi are circulating, but they do not intersect, so there is no lightning for the time being.

"It's a little easy to think, but it's quite painstaking to do!"

Zhang Zhiwei exhaled a breath of turbid air, and slowly brushed his finger at the sword, allowing the two Qi to gather together.

"Zizi Zizi ......"

In an instant, lightning erupted, like a thousand birds contending, and the entire ashram was illuminated by the blazing light of lightning.

And the peachwood sword located in the center of lightning is melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"After all, I still suffered a loss of material, this peachwood sword is unbearable, I have to fight it out quickly, if it is blown up...... No, it's a sword, won't my house be blown into ruins? ”

Zhang Zhiwei hurriedly made a decision and took the last step of the flying sword to punish the magic altar.

"Demon Punishment!"

In an instant, with the sound of thunder, the peachwood sword was wrapped in lightning and broke through the window.

For a while, the wind and thunder were moving, and the aftermath affected the windows in the room.

"Boom la la ......"

All kinds of wood chips flew like stray bullets, and the smell of burning was all over the house.

After the flying sword passed, the place that was originally a window had become a large black hole, as if it had been bombarded.

Not only that, but the room was not much better, all kinds of furnishings were messy, the gossip table was broken, and even a corner of the ancestral tablet was burned black.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at everything in the house, stunned.

After a while, he came back to his senses, patted his head with a look of annoyance, and said to himself:

"Careless, I knew that this power was so great, it was really the same as a missile, so I used a golden light spell to protect the room."

"But it's okay, I didn't use this in the Daozang Temple, otherwise, the master would have to eat me."

"By the way, in a hurry just now, that 'missile' was shot by me into the uninhabited old woodland in the back mountain, and no one should be there at this big night!"

(End of chapter)