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Zhao Xiangshan stared at the head of the secret mansion, didn't say any lies, and directly arranged the arrangement: "I will give you all the permissions in the secret mansion, half an hour, destroy the water De Xingjun, and take a photo to report." ”

Thinking of the divine power of Shui De Xingjun before, the head of the secret mansion was dark, but he had followed Zhao Xiangshan for many years, and he knew that there was absolutely no reason to talk about it.

"Destroy the Star Monarch", at least there are secret mansion circles, mechanisms, etc. to rely on.

Talking to Zhao Xiangshan about conditions, why should he?

He didn't even dare to show his embarrassment, and answered loudly.

Zhao Xiangshan didn't look at him again, turned around directly, and walked out of the central place. Close guards and a group of strong men specially placed here followed him.

Out of the center, Zhao Xiangshan no longer cares about how to deal with the head of the secret mansion inside, and he doesn't think that the head of the secret house can handle it.

This is simply the unlucky guy he deliberately ordered, for the dead ghost.

Therefore, at this time, any techniques to calm people's hearts have no effect, and it is better to directly deter them with consistent strength, which is more effective.

Sure enough, as he expected, under the long-term accumulation of power, the cautious feelings of all his subordinates turned up, and in a short time, they overwhelmed the dazed and restless mentality, instinctively relied on his instructions, and followed his footsteps, like a severely trained elite soldier, only obeying orders.

Zhao Xiangshan didn't ask for how long it could last, and it was enough not to be disturbed for a while.

At this time, his mind was agitated, and he had thoroughly understood Yu Ci's thinking.

This Yuanxu Heavenly Monarch, since he knew that he was burying the hook and laying the net and waiting for the battle, he simply did not follow the normal rhythm of attack and defense, and directly crossed the defense of the impregnable city, which was completely crushed by the realm!

Yes, it must be the true rhyme.

Everything in the world is unreasonable.

"Thing" is the natural existence zài, or the trajectory of the natural existence zài, which is a concrete and perceptible image;

"Reason" is the law and law extracted from the concrete.

The power of the monks must come from the root of the "thing", and with the "thing" as the medium, they will always belong to this level, and no matter how they jump, they will not be able to jump out.

Correspondingly, pure "reason" is only a projection of physical nature, which does not possess any power and cannot transmit any power. But the wisdom of the world is not affected by "reason" all the time,

The correct "reason" will help people, and the wrong "reason" will hinder people.

Of course, all "truths", whether simple or profound, must have a process of "acceptance", which requires "spirituality" as the benchmark.

A fool will never have a sense of "reason" under any circumstances.

However, there is a way in the world that does not require the intervention of "spirituality", and points directly to the truth, without asking for anything else.

It can let the blind see the image of reason, let the deaf hear the law of reason, and let the foolish person understand the wonder of reason.

In this way, it is said to be true and rhyme.

The reason for this effect is that it is the imprint left by the fusion of "physical nature" and "law" from the extreme peak of the supreme peak that the world can imagine, infinitely blurring the boundary between the two.

Just like the Buddha and the Taoist, "Heaven and earth cannot be seen after birth, only the god is in front of people", since it is not seen, why is there a god position?

It is precisely because the two gods have opened up the boundary between "matter" and "reason" that they have left their eternal traces in the operation of all things in heaven and earth.

The spirit exists, the Buddha nature exists, the heaven and the earth exist, and the great road exists.

The "golden rule" of the Sage Xiao of the Eight Views Palace is the supreme supernatural power that has changed from this.

It is by virtue of this supernatural power that his name as a "saint" is well deserved.

In this sense, at least at that moment just now, it was almost equivalent to Xiao Shengren coming in person and becoming a constitution.

Although Zhao Xiangshan was conceited, he didn't dare to say that a mere secret place of the Water Mansion could block the killing intent of the saint in charge of the Eight Views Palace.

Zhao Xiangshan should even be glad that his subordinates have not died much.

There is only one central deacon, the lowest cultivation, the most chaotic mood, naturally affected the most, and the fastest death.

Now, Zhao Xiangshan only has one thing he still doesn't understand - even if he is the god of the earth, he may not be able to find one out of ten if he comes up with a true word and rhyme. In addition to cultivating to the realm, there must also be corresponding methods, and those who really have methods must also be prepared for shortfalls.

It's really like Sage Xiao, how many can there be in the real world throughout the ages?

How could Yu Ci have this ability?

He couldn't help but wonder, did the Shangqing Housheng make a move?

No, if the Hou Sage makes a move, and there is a method of true literature and Taoism, he directly speaks out of the Heavenly Constitution, and kills a cadre of people, why procrastinate and make people laugh?

Zhao Xiangshan was puzzled, and now was not the time to think about this, he still had to think about how to deal with it.

At present, the reasons are clear, and the ideas are still clear. He understood very well that Yu Ci took out the "True Text Dao Rhyme", which was equivalent to bypassing the impregnable secret mansion magic array.

The defense is insufficient, and the attack is even more unreliable when separated by thousands of miles of water......

It's ironic to think about it, the moat he prepared for Yu Ci has now become an obstacle for himself!

Zhao Xiangshan's face twitched twice, and the fluctuations in his heart quickly subsided.

He realized that as long as it wasn't for the Hou Sheng to take action personally, Yu Ci would be a natural asset, how many times could he use such a method?

With such a level of application, even if it is the power of the earth immortals, it cannot be maintained for more than a quarter of an hour.

This kind of supernatural power wants incomparable oppressive power and explosive power to form a magnificent trend of destruction and decay.

If Yu Ci really had the ability to kill these people in one fell swoop, he would not have done the tricks before.

Now, it is not easy to set off an impact after a wave crest has passed. Whether there is a second time or not, it's hard to say.

Perhaps, he can take a gamble to see if he can support Yu Ci until the moment when Yu Ci is exhausted in the true text and Taoism......

After taking two more steps, he was about to give an order, when he suddenly stopped, staring ahead.

The underwater secret house is built on the peak of the bottom of the lake, and under the influence of strong water pressure, when digging a hole in the mountain, you can't help but be cautious, and the space is affected, and it is very compact.

However, the center is a fundamental place, located in the middle of the secret mansion, and for safety reasons, a considerable part of the space around it has been cut off and a defensive formation has been arranged. It is also out of taste, the outside is deliberately arranged into a small garden, embedded with the pearl of the sun, the light color is close to the light of the sky, in the meantime, the pavilions and ponds, all are complete, at first glance it looks like a small garden on the surface, every time it comes out of the center, it is often a heart-open-minded.

It's just that every flower, grass, brick and tree in this place is a hidden killing machine, if there is no prior "memory" breath and qi as a reference, any stranger entering will immediately lead to a deadly mechanism.

The layout hasn't changed in decades.

But at this time, in this garden, there is an unexpected green lotus, which will not open, and the petals are like the purity of the sky, but it is shocking and cold.

The garden outside the center is arranged by Zhao Xiangshan, and every grass and tree has its roots.

Zhao Xiangshan reacted very quickly, after all, he was still considering the means of the Shangqing Sect just now, and he was the most sensitive to the Xuanmen imagery with specific meanings such as "Qinglian".

He immediately thought of it, among the Heavenly Wall Natal Golden Rune Divine Powers, it was ranked among the "Five Weapons" and the one with the strongest attack......

Qinglian magic sword?

At this sensitive moment, not only Zhao Xiangshan, but also all his subordinates behind him reacted, as if they were facing a great enemy, but they were actually relieved in their hearts.

As long as it's not the weird supernatural powers that I saw before, it's easy to say.

Zhao Xiangshan was locked by Yu Ci, and it was the most natural thing to encounter such an attack. They had been prepared and prepared a lot, but they were really not afraid.

On the other side, Zhao Xiangshan was also thinking, Yu Ci placed it here, but he didn't see it showing the magic power of destroying evil and killing demons, was it to delay time and set off another peak?

He has been mentally calculating the limit of what Yu Ci can support, as far as common sense is concerned, the supreme supernatural power that the earth immortal level such as Zhenwen Daoyun may not be able to touch, Yu Ci can use it once, it is a fluke, but the chaos is lenient, Zhao Xiangshan counted him twice!

Rao is like this, the "peaks and troughs" in the middle are natural laws of nature, and there is always a process of accumulating strength, and it cannot be bypassed no matter what.

The Qinglian magic sword is here, and there is no doubt that it is to stumble his hands and feet, so that he can no longer make other defensive arrangements.

From another point of view, the third layer of defense of the secret mansion also put pressure on Yu Ci.

Now, Zhao Xiangshan has appeared, Yu Ci's soul locking strength for him has slipped somewhat, in addition to the Qinglian magic sword, can he project other talisman magic powers, and it is still between the two.

This is probably the limit of Yu Ci.

With a rough judgment, Zhao Xiangshan gestured with his eyes, and there was a person at the moment, who moved his strength in the air and was devastated.

The sound of Zheng roared, and outside of Qinglian, if there was a layer of sword qi, it would dissolve the force.

Seeing this situation, everyone was not surprised, only the steadfastness after confirmation:

Sure enough, it was the Qinglian magic sword.

But this thing is not restrained, it is only in front of them, and it is really an eyesore to look at.

The person who shot it was the hall master of Wuji Pavilion who was responsible for the "strong attack", called "Mountain Thunder True Monarch".

Although there are very few times when organizations like Wuji Pavilion can really use "strong attacks", Shanlei Zhenjun himself definitely has the strength to start a sect and dominate one side.

He was made impetuous by Yu Ci's heart-attacking technique earlier, but now that he has come to his senses, he feels that he is embarrassed, and he wants to win back a game, and he does not wait for Zhao Xiangshan's next instructions. Moreover, he is also vigilant, his body is open and open, and he will react to changes at any time.

Under the force, outside of Qinglian, the sword qi still acts layer by layer, playing a protective role, but the ability to defend is not what it is good at after all, and it is inevitably tilted sharply, and it is about to completely lodging, and its lower stem is silently broken, turning into broken light.

The green lotus that had not been opened lost its support and flew to the rear.

Zhao Xiangshan frowned, instinctively feeling that something was wrong, but he didn't wait for him to say a word to remind.

The layers of lotus petals are divided one after another, and the blue light and cold air permeate the small garden, and the garden prohibition friction collides, and the sound of Zheng Zheng is endless.

The sudden spread of blue light made the eyes of all the monks instinctively narrow, but none of the idle people present, even if they were restricted, still noticed that in the dazzling light, there was an unusual shadow, and suddenly went against the trend.

The first to react was Shanlei Zhenjun.

The outer realm of his body suddenly expanded, covering most of the garden in an instant, naturally suppressing the blue light, and deliberately restraining the ethereal shadow like a ghost.

But at the moment when the qi of the two sides really came into contact, Shanlei Zhenjun's heart suddenly sudden.

The realm still played a role in suppressing zuò, and some unfathomable things were restored here.

That's clearly a figure!

In the eyes of Zhao Xiangshan and others, a green-robed Taoist stepped out of the blooming lotus, and the sword qi outside his body was like mist, and the expanding realm was distorted and deformed under the sword qi, all because of its relevant laws, it was cut down one after another.

Looking at its face, although it is still behind the light smoke and mist, it is vaguely Yu Ci's appearance.

Shanlei Zhenjun almost turned around to look at Zhao Xiangshan: This is the Qinglian Magic Sword?

Whose sword looks like this?

Zhao Xiangshan was slightly stunned: he had seen the Qinglian Sword in his early years, and he had also seen many heavenly materials, and he had used them in a thousand ways, but he had never seen such a method.

The fool also knows that the Qingpao Daoist cannot be Yu Cizheng's body, but the wonderful existence derived from the Qinglian Sword.

But this can't be regarded as a simple Qinglian magic sword, it is more similar to the magic power of a doppelganger and an incarnation. It's just that the Xuanmen sword intent is extremely pure, and I don't know how Yu Ci transformed it.

Could it be that in the future, the "Five Instruments and Four Gods" of the Tianyuan Natal Golden Talisman will become the "Four Instruments and Five Gods"?

Because of this change, Zhao Xiangshan was a little distracted, until the roar of Mountain Lei Zhenjun woke him up.

Shanlei Zhenjun faced the Qingpao Daoist directly, and his nerves had been highly tense because the realm was interfered with by the sword intent.

He had a lot of experience in fighting sword cultivators - he didn't know if the person in front of him was considered a sword cultivator, so he thought it should be about the same.

In front of the sword cultivator, he entered a state of close combat, and the realm and the like were not enough to be feared, only pure and solid cultivation and subtle supernatural changes could have an effect.

He roared angrily, regardless of whether the realm existed or not, he attacked bravely, and thunder burst out from outside his body, wanting to crush the green-robed Taoist.

The momentum was commendable, however, he hit the air.

In the face of the overwhelming pressure, the Qingpao Daoist had a vivid complexion, and he actually smiled, and his whole body spread out, like smoke and fog. Seep into the curtain of thunder that poured in front of you.

This kind of sword qi atomization method, in the eyes of Shanlei Zhenjun, is not a high-end skill, but it can be used by an opponent who has no entity to speak of, which is really a headache.

What's even worse is that when he saw the figure disperse like a mist, the words of the Taoist scriptures that had just seemed to stir up from the depths of his soul flashed in his heart:

"The world is weak, nothing is more than water, and those who attack the strong can win, and it is not easy!"

Shanlei Zhenjun's mind was turbulent, and at this moment, he was no longer facing the virtual green-robed Taoist, but at the smoke and rain that was rushing in his face.

It's the strength of the fist, what about the steaming clouds and boiling the rain?

Between heaven and earth, the water flows, transpiring here, flying down elsewhere, circulating six voids, everywhere.

How should he cope?

Because of this, he was in a trance, and suddenly felt that there was a cold front staggering, and he would not pick it up, and then woke up suddenly, and when he looked back, he only saw the back of the Taoist in the green robe, with fluttering sleeves, and he didn't know when, and he gathered again.

Moreover, among him and the Qingpao Daoist, there were also a group of companions who turned back like him, or simply stayed.

The two small chapters are combined, and I want to taste the cake for a few months. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, let's calculate it separately.