Dingjun Mountain, Jiandi!

Stretching for countless miles, a moat was built at the junction of Dingjun Mountain and the Nine Nether Realms, which was the first line of defense against the invasion of the demon clan, and hundreds of millions of people of the demon clan had no hope of entering the long-lost human realm only by crossing the sword embankment.

Every hundred miles above the sword embankment, there is a great sword immortal of Dingjun Mountain, who is responsible for all the battles within its range, and the monks who come to support are dispersed to each great sword immortal after the arrangement of the Seven Old Stars, and they are rotated every three days, and the cycle repeats!

There are three places on the embankment of the sword to build to the edge of the two worlds of the Nine Shadows, which is the territory where the saints of the three religions cast spells, and the Taoist Zhenjun Dashi creates the sky, and the Buddhist monks who have attained the Bodhisattva fruit position create the location, and the saints of the Confucian Palace create people, and the three religions sit in the sage to maintain the Sancai Great Array so that the heaven and earth of the Nine Shadows will not overwhelm Dingjun Mountain, which is also the main reason why Dingjun Mountain can fight against the demon clan for so long, otherwise those demon demons of the eleven realms and twelve realms will not be overwhelmed by heaven and earth, and no one on this side of Dingjun Mountain can carry it down, unless the gods and goddesses who have ascended from the heavens and the earth go down to earth, otherwise the realm will be eaten to death。

In the place where the Confucian saints sit, a number of Confucian saints carefully built, there is an antique academy on the extended sword embankment, precipitated a strong and righteous atmosphere, this is the atmosphere left by countless sages sitting here, if it is not for the Confucian orthodox monks, this strong literary atmosphere will be overwhelming.

Wang Shaoyi was entrusted by the Temple of Literature to take up the duties of Confucianism in Dingjun Mountain after being broken up by the King of Ten Thousand Ghosts in the underworld, and by the way, he resisted the demon clan and accumulated merit to shape the true body again, although it had little effect, he could sit in Dingjun Mountain, less than a hundred years and more than thousands of years, slowly Tuzhi, there were several demon invasion battles every year, and every time he resisted an attack, he accumulated a lot of merits, and it was not difficult to shape the true body of merit again over the years.

However, after all, Wang Shaoyi has a great impact on the strength of his real body, and his best friend, Wu Zhixuan, who is also a Confucian saint of literature and Taoism, specially came here to help, and Wang Shaoyi will inevitably have another accident.

Under the reflection of the two rounds of waning moons, the Nine Netherworld is half a day of bleakness and half a day of blue, the breath is very secluded, and the monstrous arrogance is always endlessly pouring towards the side of the sword embankment to want to assimilate the heaven and earth here, and the saints of the three sects are sitting here in order to keep the avenue of this side of the world from being assimilated by the Nine Netherworld.

In the face of the overwhelming alien atmosphere of the Nine Nether Realms, Wang Shaoyi waved his pen, and a black heavenly river appeared above the sky, filled with the smell of ink like a black dragon, tossing and turning under the pen of the Shusheng, one stroke at a time, one horizontal and one vertical, the black Jiaolong was like composing a pair of calligraphy, instantly dispelling the surging alien atmosphere of the Nine Nether Realms, and also setting a bright and bright mountain in Dingjun Mountain.

Painting Saint Wu Zhixuan stood on top of the sword embankment, glanced at the retreating monstrous flames, sighed and said, "This time the demon clan really has the intention to cross Dingjun Mountain, and there are still many demonic qi gathering here." ”

The demonic aura on the side of the Nine Nether Realm can be clearly seen, and there are several majestic qi pillars slowly surging towards this side, these qi pillars are thick and incomparable, representing that the demon clan forces are no longer like a plate of loose sand this time, and under the assembly of a certain person, they officially launched the clarion call to return to the human world.

Wang Shaoyi sat on the sword embankment at will after receiving his merits, and his body shaped with the Yuan Shen was slightly blurred, but he still accumulated a lot of merit in the past 20 years.

"The news of the awakening of the co-leader of the demon clan was transmitted by the monk lurking in the Nine Nether Realm, and it has been confirmed to be true, if there is no secret contact with this one, where would these demon clan royal clans be so impatient, and they are not in a hurry to fight for territory, the human world is now an eventful season, and if such a thing happens again, alas!"

Wu Zhixuan sighed at the same time, "The demon clan had twelve witch royal clans back then, and after so many years, there is still this number?"

Wang Shaoyi smiled bitterly: "The twelve great witches of the demon clan and the royal clan, even if the first batch of old immortals are gone, there are no descendants to support them, with the reproductive ability of the demon clan, there is no one in our human world, they are still overcrowded." ”

Wu Zhixuan sighed again, "If that one wakes up, is there still a way for the Three Sects to block the spread of the Nine Netherworld Heaven and Earth here?" You must know that his old man is an existence that attained the Tao earlier than the Holy Ancestor, and he has been sleeping for so many years, what is the situation now?"

Wang Shaoyi shook his head and smiled: "You ask me, I ask who to go, just do the things now, Wu Daoyou, if you can't do anything, remember to get out and go back to the world as soon as possible, and you can still make some efforts if you stay here." ”

Wu Zhixuan glanced at Wang Shaoyi deeply, "Your true body in the world has been destroyed, do you really want that primordial god to defend here?" is it not worth it, if the demon clan can cross Dingjun Mountain, it must also be agreed by the people above, or that sentence, it is not worth it!"

Wang Shaoyi laughed at himself, "It's not worth it, we can't interject anyway, we Confucianism can't speak well now!"

The two Confucian scholars sat opposite each other, and the general trend of the world and the general trend of Confucianism are becoming more and more unbearable now.

Cao Guanru boarded the sword embankment when the war was in full swing, and it was not his turn to sit on the sword embankment during this period of time, his position in Dingjun Mountain was somewhat special, and there was no fixed scope of responsibility on the sword embankment to sit down, but whenever there was a big demon with great killing power on the demon clan's side, he needed to be the great sword immortal with the highest sword energy in the world to resist, but now the demon clan is only using endless low-level demon birds to impact the sword embankment, which is just a small appetizer, and the real highlight is still to come.

Cao Guanru went straight to where Wang Shaoyi was, and when he appeared, Wang Shaoyi smiled dumbly, "Cao Qing, how can you have time to come here." ”

Cao Guanru respectfully saluted the two Confucian saints of literature and Taoism, this time it was for the plan of the regeneration of the spiritual root of Shirakawa, and he needed the full help of the two saints, and these two had a good relationship with the heart saint, so he was not worried that he would refuse it.

When Cao Guanru described the situation and plans in detail, Wang Shaoyi and Wu Zhixuan were eye-catching at the same time.

Wang Shaoyi pondered for a moment and said: "This idea is indeed extremely mysterious, Bai Chuan's virtuous nephew is expected to regenerate the spiritual root, and a few of us old immortals are naturally powerful." needs a roll of Zhenqi rice paper with a very high rank, Wu Daoyou will not be stingy. ”

Wu Zhixuan laughed, "It's a big pity that the sage order of the year failed to rush to Yulong Pass, how can it be stingy if it can help Bai Xian's nephew's injury, this kid is the Confucian hope that the holy master personally issued the sage order to protect, if you want us old immortals to exchange our lives for a life, we have nothing to say, the future of Confucianism, can count on him." ”

Wang Shaoyi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You, just say these things here, don't go outside, there are already too many people staring at this kid behind him, so you still have to give him time to grow up." ”

Wu Zhixuan nodded and said: "If Mr. Bai hadn't gone to Xintiandi, this matter would be more secure, but with the two of us here, we must do our best, and one more sword immortal in Confucianism is much more practical than those of us who have no power to tie the chicken." ”

At the same time, with a wave of his sleeves, a roll of white Zhenqi rice paper was spread out flat in the air, and when the rice paper was rolled up, a series of literary spirits emerged, and its rank was almost comparable to that of the heavy weapons of the various sects.

Wang Shaoyi laughed loudly: "If it is not bad, this volume of Zhenqi Xuan paper is the Taoist natal object of Taoist friends." ”

Wu Zixuan, the painting saint, laughed, "Exactly, whether it is a natal object or a thing that has attained the Tao, it is only a dead thing after all, and it only makes sense to use it, is it a Taoist friend?"

Wang Shaoyi didn't say a word, but also sacrificed two things from his sleeve, an inkstone at one end, and a green jade pen tube, judging by its rank, it was no worse than that roll of Zhenqi Xuan paper, and it should also be the natal object of the book saint Wang Shaoyi.

"I haven't washed ink for many years, and it's time to take it out and dry it. ”

The pen tube made of green jade walks the dragon and snake, leaving one ink after another on the canopy, rolling up the demon breath that surged from the side of the Nine Nether Realms and was rolled up by a thick literary atmosphere, purifying all the anger in it, and the green jade pen tube turned into a dragon, rolling up more of the breath of the Nine Nether Realms, and instantly opening up a pond like a pond.

At this time, as soon as the inkstone was raised, I felt that I was being held in the pond to wash the ink, the pen tube wandered, the ink rippled, and the literary atmosphere of the circle and circle was blurred, and the endless demon breath was instantly washed into an aura suitable for human monks to absorb.

"Draw the breath of the nine shades to wash the ink of the world, happy!"

Rice paper, inkstone, green jade pen tube, the three objects once again rose together in the air, blooming bursts of holy light, illuminating the sword embankment like a round of scorching sun.

At this time, there was another whisk of dust above the canopy, a wooden fish.

"Amitayus!"

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Sitting on the top of the sword embankment, the Taoist Zhenjun Master, the Buddhist Bodhisattva sacrificed the natal object at the same time, and began to create a favorable time, place and people belonging to Dingjun Mountain, and the Sancai Great Array was quietly launched under such a coincidence.

There were bursts of refreshing drizzle in the sky, hazy, swaying, making the sword embankment full of bloody smell suddenly become extremely refreshing, and those red-eyed Dingjun Mountain monks were enlightened and suddenly enlightened under the drizzle.

Looking at the bleak red Nine Netherworld in front of him, it seems that he no longer feels eerie and terrifying, the darkness will always be dispelled by the light, when the scorching sun hangs high above Dingjun Mountain, the army of demon clans and birds that has not stopped for several days has finally eased up for a while, and after explaining the countless corpses, it receded like a tide.

The battle of Dingjun Mountain and Jiandi finally ushered in a precious moment of respite.

A gorgeous rainbow bridge hung high in the sky and went straight into the Nine Netherworlds, and the dazzling fluorescence illuminated those low-level demon birds and howled again and again, retreating tens of thousands of miles away.

On this day, the saints of the three religions in the human realm made a move.

The sword embankment hangs the color bridge, and there is a right way in the world!

In the Nine Nether Realms, the Holy Land, the Moon Mountain.

An old man in green clothes slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.

Two moons, red and blue, but there is a rainbow bridge to catch the stars and moon.

The old man just waved his sleeves gently, the red moon is more beautiful, and the blue moon is more secluded!

"How many years, there are still only these methods, and the local chicken and the dog!"