Xiao Yu sat solemnly on the dragon chair, as if he had completely integrated with the entire mausoleum, and slowly spoke: "My struggle with the heavens is a matter between me and the Heavenly Dao, you are just an ordinary man who has not yet ascended, how can you do the thing of doing the right thing for the heavens?"

"So, you are presumptuous!"

The word presumptuous, such as the emperor scolding the minister, even if the emperor is just a child, and the minister is in the prime of life, he still has to give birth to infinite fear.

Qingchen's ears seemed to suddenly have a real sound of thunder, and he slid backwards for more than ten zhang, and the "burden" that had been shaken off was pressed on his body again, making him like a heavy mountain.

Qingchen tried his best to stand up straight, smiling indifferently, "Xiao Yu, you need to know that the Heavenly Dao is ruthless, as the human emperor to whom the will of Heaven belongs, but you are contrary to the Heavenly Dao, you are already rejected by the Heavenly Dao, and you can only hide in this mausoleum that blinds the Heavenly Machine, you say that the Poor Dao is presumptuous, then just take action, let the Poor Dao see how many human emperors you have left!"

Xiao Yu's majestic voice sounded again: "Qingchen, although I am no longer the emperor of men, and it is difficult to use the sword of the Son of Heaven, but you don't forget, I was already in the realm of the twelfth floor of the earth immortal fifty years ago, although you attained the Tao earlier than me, but you have never been able to take that crucial step, now you and I are roughly the same cultivation, and I have the blessing of this Ming Tomb, I am afraid that your method of beheading three corpses will be difficult for me!"

It was only a few words, but the sound vibrated like the rolling thunder above the nine heavens, rippling in the void with layers of ripples visible to the naked eye.

Qingchen laughed, holding the sword in his right hand, and slapping his left hand at his heavenly spirit position. Three corpses appeared, standing around Qingchen himself, and the purple-gold aura that had been slightly fluctuating once again condensed.

Qingchen said in a deep voice: "All the people who occupy the sect of heaven, although they have the ability to perceive the heavenly machine, but they will inevitably be punished by heaven because of the leakage of the heavenly machine, or the loss of life, or the disability, the poor road is a great achievement, and the ordinary heaven has no choice but to do it, so the heavens condemn it, and the door of heaven is not opened, so that the poor road has to stay in the world for sixty years. ”

Xiao Yu smiled and asked, "Qingchen, then why do you think I left the Buddha Bodhi to you? Is it to help you become enlightened?"

Qingchen didn't know when he had stretched out a hand, and in the palm of his hand was the Buddha Bodhi.

He said slowly: "If the poor path is expected, you and I are both people who have been condemned to heaven, so you still need an opportunity for immortality in your enlightenment, and you want to use the poor path as your opportunity. ”

Xiao Yu praised insincerely: "The great real person is really like a god. ”

When the words fell, the entire ninth-floor mausoleum finally showed the true face of Sumeru mustard seeds, no longer just the size of the ordinary underground palace, but rapidly expanding in all directions, just like what Xu Beiyou saw when he was in the fugue, the heaven and the earth are vast, I don't know the height of the sky, I don't know the depth of the earth, and even people don't know where they are in a trance.

Originally, the distance between Xu Beiyou and Xiao Zhinan was only more than 20 zhang, but after the ninth-floor mausoleum suddenly became larger, the distance between the two also increased rapidly, and Xiao Yu's dragon chair and Lin Yinping's phoenix seat were even more like they were far away in the sky.

Xiao Yu, who was sitting on the dragon chair, raised his hand and said softly, "The wind comes." ”

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Countless yin winds suddenly blew in all directions of Qingchen, and after these yin winds converged in one place, they spiraled and turned into a huge tornado that came out of nowhere, connecting the heavens and the earth, magnificent, looking up from the location where Xu Beiyou was, like a black evil dragon, opening its teeth and dancing claws, ravaging one side.

For a while, the sky was dark, as if it was chaotic, and it was difficult to distinguish between east and west, north and south, up and down, left and right.

Qingchen smiled slightly, "Heavenly Wind Ten Thousand Blades." ”

The young Qingchen stepped forward step by step, stepping on the gang step, and drew a strange talisman in front of him in his hand.

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There is a wind coming from outside the sky, it is the wind of the sky, condensing the wind into a blade, like a "sickle" dozens of miles long hovering in the air.

Qingchen flexed his index finger and flicked it.

I kill the yin wind with the wind of heaven.

The "scythe" slashed down, tearing through the canopy, cutting out bursts of ripples and fluctuations, and breaking the Yin Wind Tornado in two neatly.

However, the "sickle" condensed by the heavenly wind also collapsed into countless wisps of wind after this slash, and gradually dissipated between heaven and earth.

Xiao Yu, who was sitting on the dragon chair, supported his jaw with his hand, his expression was calm, and he said two words lightly: "Rain." ”

After the words, countless fine rain fell from the sky, dense, thousands, but quietly and silently, like a silent spring night rain with the wind into the night.

In the human world, the wandering Daoists who hunt ghosts and demons know one thing, if it is a place where the yin qi is permeated, there will be a sense of dampness, and after the yin qi is thick to a certain extent, it can even turn into substantial water droplets, at this time, Xiao Yu uses the yin qi to turn rain, and the weight of the yin qi contained in it is enough to directly reverse the life and death of an ordinary earth immortal monk and turn into a zombie dead.

Qingchen said in a deep voice: "Nine Yin Xuandang. ”

The middle-aged Qingchen opened his arms and waved his sleeves.

The falling rain suddenly froze in mid-air, and then changed its downward trend and flew upwards against common sense.

The rain that had not yet fallen to the ground was lifted back to the nine heavens by the green dust.

The rain of the new life is still falling from above.

The rain that was lifted back by the green dust rose from below.

Two by two collide, two by two kill.

After about a stick of incense, the two dissipated and became invisible, and peace returned between heaven and earth.

Xiao Yu's voice is no longer light and light, like the rumbling thunder behind the clouds, rolling in, "The wind and rain are coming." ”

Shakers.

Countless black clouds converged from all directions like the rising tide of the sea, turning into rolling black clouds hundreds of acres in size, shrouding the sky above Qingchen's head.

Qingchen looked up, his face calm.

The sea of clouds rolled and surged, and then began to slowly press down, as if black clouds were pressing down on the city, and the sky became darker and darker.

Suddenly, the wind rose, as if to blow away the souls of people, blowing the sound of hunting in the green dust robe, the black clouds above suddenly darkened, and countless rains turned into a line and poured down.

It is cloudy and rainy, the wind brings rain, and the rain rides the wind.

At the same time, there were bursts of thunder rolling away above the sea of clouds, and occasionally a few winding electric lights poked out of the black clouds, making the dim sky brighten for a moment.

The urgent, dense, big and cold raindrops hit Qingchen's body, splashing a layer of white mist, layer after layer of white mist connected together, and only a white mist was left between heaven and earth.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and a touch of black quietly dyed Qingchen's robe, and as the rain became heavier, the black also began to spread rapidly, and countless yin qi attached to Qingchen's body, like a bone appendage, unable to break free, unable to shake off, and at the same time desperately infiltrating Qingchen's body, intending to rot his body, qi, and soul.

Qingchen threw the Seven Kills Spirit Slashing Sword in his hand high.

The old Qingchen pointed to the sky with one hand and covered the ground with one palm.

A majestic qi machine rose from under his feet, and along the direction of his fingers, he slowly ascended into the sky and into the sky.

It was submerged into the inky black clouds above.

"Hmmm. The old Taoist spat out a word.

The rain was even heavier, almost like an immortal pouring water in the sky.

In this vast rain curtain, there is a pillar of air as thick as a mountain, connecting the sky and the earth.

In this pillar of qi, the Seven Killing Spirit Sword turned into two, two into four, four into eight, and eight into ten million.

Countless flying swords lined up one after another, the tip of the sword pointing upward.