Yun Yun candidates, shouting words.

Up and down the platform, each with a ghost.

Speculation and ignorance are all arranged circles.

The sun leans to the west, and the reflection on the sundial sinks into the engravings of the unitary, leaving light and shadow.

In all directions of the Temple of Heaven, the sound of the horn sounded, suddenly like thunder in the nine heavens. The drums were beating, the horns stopped, and the priests of the Kagura Department who were dancing all closed their sleeves when they heard the sound, put their hands in their sleeves, and hurriedly gathered in front of the nine statues of the true dragon gods, and knelt down with their heads held high.

The hour has come, and on the spiritual platform, the blue-faced Royal Forest God will take a step forward, and sweep away the ten miles of candidates under the stage. The eyes are majestic, although there is no hegemony of kings, but they are also extremely powerful, just like the heavenly soldiers and gods will inspect the mortal world. As his eyes swept over, the whispers all over the field stopped, and when the sound of the horn in the four directions stopped, the needles in the Temple of Heaven could be heard, and there was silence.

The blue-faced god will roar like a tiger!

"The prosperous Tang Dynasty, Antai Kyushu, the four seas are peaceful! My emperor conforms to the mandate of heaven, inherits the unification of the world, Ze Wanmin, Chang Guoyun, determines the north and south and the universe!

The air runs through the Changhong, and the tiger roars in the mountains and rivers.

In just three sentences, the blue-faced god will drink out the domineering spirit of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and people's blood is boiling when they hear it. After three words, he stretched out one hand to hold the corner of the red silk on the dragon seat, and then shouted violently!

"Carried by heaven, all living beings receive the order!"

"Wow..."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Roar..."

Red silk is flying, heaven and earth are fused!

But what is covered under the red silk is a coiled dragon jasper seal!

The coiling dragon is handsome, lifelike, and the two long whiskers are like living creatures moving slowly without wind. The dragon's head spits out the pearl, and the pearl is bright red like a drop of blood to coagulate. Nine-clawed seals, dragon scales flashing, eyes downward, eyes everywhere!

With the appearance of the Panlong Jasper Seal, the heaven and earth were dim in an instant, and the scorching sun was dull in an instant. The wind did not move, the air was silent, and a supreme coercion like a real dragon poured over the Temple of Heaven for hundreds of miles in vain.

The officials, priests, and sergeants under the altar first bowed down to the ground and shouted long live, followed by some scholars who had not cultivated, as well as ordinary people within a hundred miles outside the Temple of Heaven, who could not withstand the oppression of Long Wei and immediately knelt on the ground. But that's not all...

"Whew..."

The wind does not move, the air is breathless, and the aura flows with the avenue.

The jade seal appeared in the world, and in a few breaths, all the spiritual energy within a hundred miles seemed to be swallowed by a whale and sucked, and quickly converged on the dragon seat of the Lingtai. Based on the jade seal, a majestic phantom gradually appeared!

"It's... This is the Jade Seal of the Son of Heaven?"

"No, this is the Tang Cullinan. ”

The virtual shadow is presented, and all living beings are horrified.

Those who can still stand here are candidates with self-cultivation, or weak scholars who are supported by ginseng. Looking at the majestic phantom that quickly formed on the dragon seat of the Lingtai, many people who realized it were shocked by the coercion and the scene in a trance. But they can't be blamed for their ignorance, after all, this jade seal has always only existed in legends, and it is impossible for people who are not from the imperial court to see it...

This seal is called the Celestial Seal.

It is the instrument of the Tang Dynasty, so it is also known as the Tang Cullinan.

Legend has it that the immortals took the stone of the collapse of the sky as the base, took the way of breaking the sky as the soul, and contained the national fortune of the Tang Dynasty for thousands of years, so that the three flavors of true fire were cast for 7749 days. Xicheng has been in the past 20 years, and it has only been used once so far, that is, on the contract of the saint who has sheltered the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty for 20 years, he has stamped the eight blood characters of "Ordered by Heaven, that is, Shou Yongchang". It can be seen from this that the Celestian Venerable is so transcendent. It can suppress the saints of the world for twenty years with just one seal, and it has not been shaken to this day. If anyone dares to move, the thunder will punish the heavens, and the body will disappear, and the sword god of the year is the best example. And now, after 20 years, it has reappeared in the world, and its creation seems to have a profound meaning...

"Da..."

"Da-da..."

"It's so coercive. ”

The sky is like ink, and the sky and the earth are dark.

The divine light shimmers above and below the spiritual platform.

As the majestic phantom on the dragon throne gradually formed an outline, Bailiwei collapsed into a mountain, forcing many lowly scholars to fall to their knees one after another. Xia Xun was no exception, if Mo Xian hadn't forced him to hold him, he would have fallen long ago. At the same time, as the phantom on the dragon seat gradually became apparent, the power it exuded gradually changed. In addition to the supreme coercion, there is also an aura similar to the rhythm of the Heavenly Dao that is being derived. Under the double persecution of this aura and coercion, behind everyone, they involuntarily gradually showed their respective war spirit phantoms.

The Celestial Seal came to the world, and all beings appeared.

"Whew..."

"Boil!"

The Cullinan is alive for three breaths.

A thousand-zhang divine dragon formed by the convergence of endless spiritual energy appeared in the void!

The phantom is real, like a real dragon. The hair is flying, the nine claws are grasped, and the volley is coiled. The golden scales are all permeated with the breath of the Heavenly Dao, the two long whiskers fluttering like the steel whips of the gods are not only waving, and the two blood-red dragon eyes contain the god of kings, just like the dragon statue of the jade seal, and also look at all living beings everywhere!

"Whew!"

The Heavenly Seal Dragon Soul is obviously pregnant with a dragon spirit.

Seeing the beings under the Temple of Heaven who refused to kneel and bow, it seemed to feel that its supreme majesty was being despised. The dragon's mouth opened wide, and a long roar of dragon rage erupted!

"Smack..."

"What a coercion!"

"No, I can't stand it..."

"Smack... Smack..."

Nine days of dragon roar, thunder!

A radius of ten miles, the light and shadow are gorgeous.

Baili Longwei fought in vain, like a sky collapse!

Under the dragon's roar, half of the martial artists in the field were immediately slapped to the ground. Even those who could still stand, the Phantom of the Battle Spirit behind them couldn't help but be forced to manifest in full. The dragon's eyes are like a mirror of demons, and all living beings in all directions and miles of the spiritual platform have nothing to hide. Ghosts, gods, monsters, armor, arrays, and scriptures are all illusory, and there are all of them! Within a radius of ten miles, they are all war spirits!

This also made countless monks who watched the ceremony see many spectacular scenes that they had never seen in their lives for half their lives, and they were wave after wave. Before and after the waves, the truth that was buried in the dust of history one by one will be revealed by the supreme true dragon and savagely!

"Uhhhhhh

At the front end of the south side, one hundred and ten giant spirit gods knelt on one knee and bowed down to the spirit platform. Two five-clawed golden dragons stand in the air, one is dozens of zhang, and the other is more than 100 battles, all of them have low eyebrows, the dragon's breath is restrained, not only low, it is completely surrendered to the dragon power of the majestic true dragon, and does not dare to have a trace of arrogance. And under the phantom of the two young golden dragons, the identities of the dragon prince and the second dragon son beside him are self-evident. Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the only one who can live in the dragon soul is the Li family of the imperial capital.

Of course, this is no secret for a long time ...

"Boom!"

"Six Divine Coffins!?"

The noise is continuous, and the sound is not stopped.

The candidates who were prostrate on the ground couldn't help but look around...

On the southeast right wing of the Temple of Heaven, a behemoth coffin of nearly 100 zhang appeared in vain. Caught off guard, the natal battle souls of many candidates with slightly weaker strength nearby were shattered.

The blood was like smoke, lifeless, tightly wrapped around the top and bottom of the coffin. The terrifying aura like purgatory in the sea of blood spread out from within the coffin's phantom. A statue of the eighty-zhang demon god with a pitch-black body and a lock sickle in his hand stood on the side of the coffin, with the sickle behind it, staring at it with its head held high, looking at the real dragon on the spiritual platform from afar. An extremely old Bagua Feng Shui diagram is immediately followed, which is even more bizarre. The coffin, the demon god, and the gossip feng shui diagram complement each other, and the deep decay, death and silence, and violence and bloodiness all merge into one, devouring the light of all the battle spirits that dare to compete with him within a radius of hundreds of zhang!

"No, it's not the Six Dao Divine Coffin, it's the Reincarnation Holy Coffin, it's the battle spirit of the Ancient Fan. ”

"That demon god is the Death God Battle Spirit of the Soul Chasing Tower..."

"It's the young master of the Soul Chasing Building, without a trace. ”

"It's so powerful. ”

Due east, the opposite of the smell of the bloody coffin.

Hundreds of zhang haoran righteousness, magnificent, and exerting a square circle. More than 1,000 gray-robed Confucian students knelt on their knees, looking pious. Bai Lingyun knelt in a black-edged Confucian robe among the Confucians, which was particularly eye-catching. Holding a paper fan in both hands, the righteousness of thousands of Confucians gathered on his body like the stars holding the moon to form a pillar of light, and a scroll of nearly 100 zhang long picture scroll appeared behind him, and the majesty was overwhelming. There are cranes flying on the picture scroll, there are streams flowing between the mountains and rivers, fishermen fishing in the long river, woodcutters chopping wood in the deep mountains, children playing in the fields, the city in the distance is prosperous and prosperous, and the mountains and rivers in the near distance are beautiful. The two stand between heaven and earth, one good and one evil, facing each other from a distance, which can be described as equally divided.

"Wow..."

"What a strong sword aura. ”

"Isn't the person of Pure Yang going to kneel either?"

However, even though the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are so vast, the eyes of the vast majority of Confucian scholars here have always stayed in the middle of the west and the end of the northwest. Looking at the Silver Dragon Dao Sword that rose from afar, even if his heart was as calm as Bai Lingyun, he couldn't help but be ashamed of it. With the eyes, the west side of the Temple of Heaven is mostly the handsome men of the hundred schools of thought, so the swords, guns, gods, and sages, and all kinds of war spirits and phantoms are everywhere, densely covered up and down for ten miles. Among them, the three Martial God War Shadows and the two black gold spears were quite outstanding, standing proudly in the endless War Spirit Phantom. It's just that compared to the Optimus Dao Sword in the middle of the west, it's much inferior...

"Whew..."

In the middle of the west side, thousands of people turned into a vast silver sea, dazzling. The shadow of a hundred-zhang giant sword stood in the center, emitting a silver brilliance. Thousands of silver swords swirled and flew around the giant sword, forming a scene of ten thousand swords returning to their ancestors. A pure Taoist aura was like the vastness of the sea, and it continued to pour down the giant sword brilliance in all directions, forming an invisible sword power that countered and devoured the true dragon divine power on the spiritual platform!

Pure yang is not cut to kneel!

"Whew!"

"Squeak..."

"Bang bang. ”

Lingtai True Dragon was angry by the provocation of the sword, his eyes were angry and fierce, his head was raised and the dragon's breath was spewed, and he roared a dragon roar!

Under the roar, the dragon power increased again.

There were faint traces of fragmentation in the hundred-mile space, which showed that the power of the true dragon at this time was close to the power of the king. And under the persecution of the dragon's might, many martial artists in the Temple of Heaven who were unwilling to kneel down and had comparable strength finally fell to the ground. The vast silver sea in the middle of the west was much darker in an instant, and one of the hundred and ten Daoists with slightly weaker combat power was staggered by the power of the divine dragon without paying attention.

The sword array was messy in an instant...

In the silver sea, the white veil trembled, the white robe was frosty, and the shadow of the giant sword suddenly became extremely cold.

If Mo Yan hadn't always supported Yu Youran with her waist around, she would have fallen down a long time ago. From her trembling body, it could be seen that she must have been suppressed by Long Wei at this moment, and she was very painful. The pale palm was tightly placed under Mo Yan's neck, and the blue blood of the wrist was like a needle sewing on the flesh because of the force, which was extremely penetrating.

"Dao Sheng. ”

Behind the trembling white veil, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

The little Taoist outside the zhang was obviously a little unable to withstand Long Wei's oppression, and gritted his teeth and replied: "Little... Uncle Junior. ”

Yu Youran said coldly: "Shouting, Taoguang is obscure, gather your energy and concentrate." ”

"Good. ”

The little Taoist didn't ask much, and directly raised his head and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Uncle Xiao said, Taoguang is obscure, gather energy and concentrate!"

"Wow!", "Wow!", "Wow!", "......"

"Taoguang Yanghui!"

"Gather your energy!"

"Sew!"

Taoguang cultivates obscurity, gathers energy and concentrates.

The first move of the Pure Yang Sword Momentum.

Drink out, the silver sea is churning!

Thousands of people responded at the same time, and they all condensed their two fingers and sealed them on their chests, and they shouted violently, gathering their energy and concentrating. The silver light burst out, and the silver sea was like a bright moon growing in the sea, and the dazzling brilliance instantly illuminated the dimness of this corner.

Immediately afterwards, a cold voice came from the white veil again: "Whoever practices the deeds, carefully seeks the scriptures, takes the precepts, recites them in his heart, and recites them." ”

“......”

Yu Youran said it, and thousands of people were stunned when they heard it. This is the trick of Yu Youran's previous order to memorize. At this time, most people couldn't figure out the situation, but they were soon relieved...

"Whoever practices the work, seeks the scriptures. ”

"Take the vows and recite them in your heart..."

More than a dozen enlightened Taoists at the moment first followed the order and thought deeply, and the rest of the Taoists reacted one after another.

The murmuring sound is small and long, and it is connected with the chanting of thousands of people, and there are some similarities with the Zen sound of Daxiangguo Temple, all of which give people meditation. The difference is that Zen sound gives people a pure soul and is detached from the six realms of red dust. The Dao sound gives people the ethereal spirit of the Dao heart, the pursuit of the root of the law of the Great Dao, and the realm of the unity of heaven and man. And the Pure Yang Taixuan Sutra is the secret of the immortals, written by Lu Dongbin, the ancestor of Pure Yang, and it hides the mysteries of the three thousand avenues, which can be regarded as the first treasure in the world. What Yu Youran wants everyone to recite is the secret of the eighth volume of the Taixuan Sutra. This recipe is not a sword trick, a Taoist trick, or a heart trick, but a simple and unpretentious practice recipe for entering the WTO, which has no sharp edge but is quite in line with the state of mind of the pure yang disciples here.

First Pure Yang Palace, the ancestor of the world, what does Dili have to do with me?

The dragon is mighty, the king is in the world, I am not respected, incarnated as the Tao, what do you want me to do?

This is Yu Youran's arrogance!

"Be understanding, do not doubt, and never retreat..."

"Strive to innovate day by day, educate with the world, and hide according to the times. The scriptures of the three caves, more haunted by each other, good luck and urgency, do not force against fate, apply high and low, and cannot be suppressed..."

"Crack, crack..."

Counting the time...

Thousands of Taoists, murmuring and reciting the Taixuan scriptures, the pure and quiet vocal music is like the flowing water of the mountains, making the silver sea clear, and also making the breath of all Taoists gradually quietly disappear into the invisible Taoist rhyme. And Dao Yun invisibly blessed the shadow of the giant sword, and gradually transformed the sword shadow brilliance into a series of photoelectric silver snakes, attached to the sword body, standing between heaven and earth! Even though the power of the True Dragon is supreme, it can only fight against it before the Heavenly Dao and cannot destroy it.

The Tao and the heavens, the sword and the Tao.

Who else in the world is I am!?

"Tut-tut, unheard of. ”

"The Taixuan Sutra still has such a wonderful use?"

"A single merit cultivation technique can condense the Dao Breath Fusion Dao, how come I have never heard of such a thing before?"

The giant sword was attached to the heavenly thunder, and the lightning was shining, and its powerful Dao Yun aura could be secretly associated even by cultivators hundreds of miles away. It's just that when the letter came from the Temple of Heaven for the first time, these people couldn't believe it at all, what caused this sword fusion was actually just a scripture of the Taixuan Sutra, and it was also a selection of meritorious practice. Although the Taixuan Sutra is written by immortals, it can be called the first collection in the world, but the pure yang has been inherited for thousands of years, and the branches and leaves are scattered inside and outside the universe, and the rubbing of this Taixuan Sutra has long been available to everyone, and it is not a rare thing. But it is just a small tip in such an ordinary and extremely precious Dao Sutra, but now it has done something that cultivators in the world dare not imagine, and has touched the threshold of the Great Dao. This is also an opportunity that countless powerful people in the King Realm dream of, but they can't get it for half a lifetime!

"Tut-tut, no, no. ”

"The Taixuan Sutra should only be an auxiliary cause. ”

In a certain building, an extremely vigorous old man held his long beard and said: "The old man dare not say that he has comprehended the mysteries of the scriptures, but the old man has been studying Taixuan since the forty apocalypse, and he has been sixty out of eighty so far, but he has never realized the so-called opportunity of the Heavenly Gate. I'm afraid there's a mystery here. ”

"Don't be ashamed, old man. ”

A sturdy man was quite unimpressed, and sneered loudly: "Li Bai only has poetry, who can write Your Excellency, Baishou is too Xuanjing." It's about this crazy woman who cultivates the Taixuan Sutra, how dare you compare yourself with her? You are not ashamed, we are all afraid of laughing off our big teeth! Haha!"

"Humph!"

The old man glanced at the speaker very untempered: "Does the kid understand how to respect the elder? Can you accumulate some virtue when you speak?" The old man didn't say that he wanted to compare with the crazy girl, the old man just said that although there are no words in this Taixuan Sutra, there is no trick to ask the question, if you can really inherit the charm of the Great Dao, then there must be another reason. For example, the woman named Mo Yan, or the crazy girl baby's secret..."

"Look, what's that!"

"Holy!"

Before the old man finished his words, someone suddenly shouted in panic at the railing!

As far as the eye can see, inside the Temple of Heaven...