A spell is a collection, like a giant molecule.

This molecule is composed of the five elements, the elements, and the power of yin and yang. The collocation of the five elements is not random, but there are certain rules. Some of these specific combinations of the five elements are an essential part of many spells. These specific combinations of elements, like conventional slang, or etiquette, or gestures, are used in many contexts.

For example, the aura block formed by the combination of gold, gold, fire, and wood in the ratio of ten, ten, seven, and eight is the basic unit of [Lightning Strike], [Fire], [Burst], and many more advanced spells. The wonderful thing is that some of the aura of this block combination can exist stably between heaven and earth, and it will not automatically decompose no matter how many tens of thousands of years. If you cast a spell, it would be cumbersome and time-consuming to mix such a basic combination on an improvised basis, so the easiest way to do this is to assemble such mana blocks between heaven and earth in advance.

In ancient times, the Thirty-two Ancestors made sufficient preparations in order to annihilate the Demon Gate and all kinds of demons, and spent a huge amount of effort to assemble trillions of mana blocks, and there are still many scattered around the world today. In order to mobilize these mana, the Dao Ancestors of each Dao Ancestor have invented special spells to command the heroes. Such a spell is like a military order in the army, once the order is issued, the soldiers will come to work, so it is called [order spell].

Daoist mana is commonplace, but in the early years, he learned a few words of [Spell], but he didn't dare to use it easily. Because the army formed by those mana blockages has been scattered outside for many years, and it is as fierce as a wolf and a tiger and a leopard, if it is not a real general who gives the order, then the army composed of mana may mutiny, which is counterproductive.

At this moment, the Taoist has fallen into a desperate situation, and he has no choice but to take dangerous moves. As the incantation was recited over and over again, half of the sky was suppressed by thunderclouds, and it was dark and gloomy, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The monster was taken aback, he never expected that the Taoist man would have such mana, and he was hesitating to retreat. Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the sky, and a thunderbolt fell, smashing on the ground between the Taoist and the monster, blasting out a deep pit, scattered rubble splashed everywhere, and many fell on the face of the Taoist, like a sharp blade scraping through, and immediately blood flowed.

The thin body of the Taoist was crumbling by the strong wind, and when he opened his eyes at this moment, he couldn't help but turn his face as pale as snow with fright. Countless thunderbolts and fires came in chaos, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, shaking the heavens and the earth to change color.

The monster laughed: "I thought you were so high, but it turned out that you just hit by mistake! It's not too late for me to kill you and then sneak back underground!"

The Taoist was paralyzed as mud, and he muttered: "My life is over!"

At the critical moment, there was another huge flash of lightning in the thundercloud, piercing the haze. With the thunder of the Nine Heavens, a Daomen monk wearing a cyan Dao robe fell.

When he looked at it, the young Taoist was handsome and extraordinary. The thunderclouds in the sky were rolling, but they didn't dare to land a trace of lightning. I didn't see how the man did it, and the monster only felt a flower in front of him, and his knees were weak, and he immediately fell to his knees.

When he looked at it again, the young Taoist chanted a word, and the palm of his right hand was open, and a black cloud was beating endlessly. And the thunderclouds in mid-air are leaving in an orderly manner.

It turned out that the young Taoist priest was reciting the [Withdrawal Mantra] to force the thunder power that had been gathered together to retreat. Not only that, but his left hand instantly changed more than ten techniques, activating the prohibition in the monster's body. The monster only felt that the inside of his chest and abdomen was like a flame, his eyes were black, and he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

The Taoist who was paralyzed on the ground saw the young monk and let out a soft exclamation, "Senior Li Hong, you are finally here!" and fainted on the spot.

The person who came was Li Hong, a famous monk of the young generation of [Cangmang Mountain]. Li Hong joined the [Vast Mountain] three hundred years ago, and in just a few hundred years, he had already cultivated to the ninth order of the third realm, and he was a genius in the world. Others say that he was born with a Taoist bone and a self-possessed soul.

Li Hong smiled slightly, detained the monster back underground, and then rescued the girl.

The little girl was so frightened that her face turned pale, but she still kept chirping: "There are really monsters in this world, there are really monsters!"

Li Hongyi waved his hand and motioned to the girl not to speak, but the girl was unrelenting and seemed extremely energetic. Li Hong couldn't take her, so he leaned over to check the condition of the old Taoist, and saw that he was just fainting and was fine, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

The little girl was blessed to the heart, and suddenly knelt on the ground and hugged Li Hong's thigh: "Brother Dao Elder, I want to cultivate with you!"

Li Hong frowned, and was about to refuse, when suddenly a thunderclap sounded nine days away, and then the thunder rolled in the sky and smashed somewhere in the north. Li Hong was taken aback, and then looked at the girl at his feet hesitantly: "You don't want your parents and family anymore?"

"I've been captured by youkai, where is I still in the village?"

Li Hong smiled when he heard this: "You are an ignorant girl, but you suddenly said this, it seems that you really have a fate with me!" After speaking, he looked at the thunder and fire in the sky, his expression was cloudy, and after a while, he lowered his head and said: "Since this is the case, then let's go!" After speaking, his right foot lightly touched the ground three times, and then a wind rose, and then his left foot was cushioned, and he immediately stepped on an auspicious cloud.

Nodding his head, he has traveled more than 2,000 miles, and he has more than 600 miles to twist his waist. Li Hong drove the cloud very quickly, left the village in a blink of an eye, and flew over thousands of mountains and rivers. Seeing a majestic mountain not far away, Li Hong couldn't help but point ahead and said, "That is the Yuqing Peak where the [Yuqing Gate] is located!"