I have a role in the heavens

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

The two large formations collided and consumed each other, making an unpleasant and harsh sound. Shi Zhixuan's expression moved slightly, and his mental power fluctuated slightly, turning the harsh sound into a demonic sound, attacking the depths of Xu Ziling's soul.

Xu Ziling also responded appropriately. He pinched the seal in his mind and uttered the nine-character mantra.

"Come! Soldiers! Fight! Those!"

Taoist mantras shook the void one after another, resisting the constant impact of the demonic sounds, canceling each other out and dissipating.

Eight masters at the Grand Master level fought together. This kind of shocking battle has never happened before or in the future, and it will never happen again in the future. Every move and style is exquisite, making people mesmerized to watch.

The four great holy monks, masters of the Song Clan, faced off with other masters of the Li Clan and did not take action. They all understood that as long as the outcome was determined among these eight people, the outcome of the others would not matter.

Although Master Daoxin has entered the realm of Grand Master, it is not easy to take action when facing his former comrades, Fan Qinghui and others. They do not seek merit, but only seek no faults. All they have to do is hold back these masters of the Li Clan. .

The four holy monks had wry smiles on their faces. Facing Fan Qinghui's resentful eyes, they clasped their hands without saying a word. They knew that the outcome of this battle had long been determined. Don't look at the fierce fight between Li Yuanba and Hou Xibai. It's just superficial.

No matter how powerful the Henglian Grandmaster is, he cannot compete with a supreme master like Hou Xibai who can break the void. What's more, Hou Xibai's physical Henglian body is not weaker than Li Yuanba. His golden body is perfect and he has cultivated a pure glazed body. No leakage, indestructible.

"Brothers Buddha, why are you so capricious and support the Song clan?"

After all, Fan Qinghui still couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart. His face was ashen and very ugly, and his beautiful eyes were full of confusion, and he asked the four great saint monks.

As soon as these words came out, everyone else looked at the four holy monks. The four holy monks were highly virtuous and famous. If the four of them joined forces, even the great masters would have a headache. The four were determined and unmoving. It is definitely not about giving in to personal gain or disadvantage.

Fan Qinghui knew this very well, so he felt strange about the betrayal of the four holy monks. What was the reason that made the four holy monks, who had long been accustomed to the pursuit of fame and fortune, repeatedly abandon the Li clan and seek refuge with them? He defeated the Song clan, and what price did the Song clan pay to be able to do this.

The four masters of Daoxin looked at each other, with bitter looks on their faces. Their wise eyes glanced at Hou Xibai, who was fighting with Li Yuanba. They looked at each other in silence, not knowing how to answer Fan Qinghui's question, and sighed. , sitting cross-legged, clasping hands, chanting softly.

"Amitabha!"

"Buddha said, don't say it!"

A flash of anger flashed in Fan Qinghui's bright and delicate eyes, as well as thoughts of greed, anger and foolishness. Her pretty face was filled with coldness, she snorted angrily, and turned away from looking at the four holy monks who were pretending to be gods and ghosts.

Hou Xibai punched the drum urn in Li Yuanba's hand and raised the golden hammer, with a bit of heartiness at the corner of his mouth. This monkey-cheeked Li Yuanba was really durable, with rough skin and thick flesh, even if it was different from Hou Xibai's King Kong. It is really rare for bad bodies to collide and still not fall behind.

Hou Xi's white hair was fluttering, and his white clothes were as white as snow. He was spotless and heroic. His fists were like hammers. He kept fighting with Li Yuanba. The air waves surged. The white air waves were like waves in the sea of ​​clouds, covering the sky and the earth. He let out bursts of roars, deafening and shocking. Weeping ghosts and gods, extremely violent.

Li Yuanba's thin body was filled with immense divine power. He lifted the two hammers the size of millstones in his hands effortlessly and kept swinging them up in the air, hitting Hou Xibai like a wooden stake. He kept hitting them down, leaving almost no flesh left. His thin face was full of ferocious looks, his fangs were turned outwards, his eyes were full of madness, cruel and ferocious, and he kept shouting.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Hou Xibai looked at the extremely crazy Li Yuanba with a hint of impatience on his face. This Li Yuanba had the mind of a six-year-old child, but there was no trace of innocence in his heart, only violence. He was the reincarnation of Shura, with a ruthless personality. Ordinary people approached him. , will be torn apart by him, and only the closest relatives can control him.

Hou Xibai punched twice again, forcing Li Yuanba back. He stepped lightly, and the dust gathered and turned into lotus flowers. Holding Hou Xibai's body, he walked backwards. The lotus grew step by step, shrinking to an inch. In the blink of an eye, , and opened a distance of ten feet.

Hou Xibai looked around and saw other people fighting, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while. Then he looked away, his face was cold, the coldness around him was terrifying, his expression was solemn, he stood with his hands behind his back, and no longer fought head-on with Li Yuanba. After all, he is a descendant of the Huajian Sect, so he needs to pay attention to his image. He cannot be like a barbarian, full of brute force and not knowing how to adapt. This is somewhat less handsome.

Hou Xibai's extremely powerful spiritual power was suddenly released, and the color of the world changed. This spiritual power, beyond everyone's imagination, merged into the void, making Li Yuanba, a man with extremely keen beast intuition, feel the danger, restless, and roar Lian Lian, holding a drum, urn, and golden hammer the size of a millstone in his hand, kept stepping on the ground with his feet, leaving deep pits on the ground. Cracks spread like spider webs all over the earth. Dust was flying in the air. Vague.

"Roar!"

Li Yuanba's ferocious and terrifying face kept roaring at Hou Xibai, but he didn't dare to move forward. He sensed the danger coming from the void, but didn't know where the danger came from. He looked left and right, extremely anxious, his eyes full of blood, fierce Brutal and cruel, like a wild beast, full of aggression.

Hou Xibai once deduced and perfected the "Wisdom of the Roots of All Dharmas" written by Daming Zunjiao. He was amazed by the wisdom cultivation in this method. For this reason, he also created the "Wisdom Secret Dharma Sutra" practiced by Xu Ziling. Daming Zunjiao Everyone is ignorant of gold and jade, and regards it as a technique to control spiritual power, which can be said to be a waste of natural resources.

However, using mental power to resist all means is the best way to deal with Li Yuanba. The extremely powerful mental power soars into the sky. In an instant, dark clouds gather, strong winds rise, sand and rocks fly, and the chaos becomes so great that you can't even open your eyes.

There was darkness between the sky and the earth. Dark clouds enveloped the entire city of Chang'an. The sun was blocked. The thick clouds were so low that you could reach them with your hands. It made people feel extremely heavy and depressed. The dark clouds pressed down on the city. Destroying, a low roar came from the dark clouds, gradually getting louder, the silver snake danced wildly, the roar shook, the sky and the earth fell into a white, the jumping and flashing thunder was extremely frightening, like a thunderous thunder, It rumbled and slashed towards the ground.

The streaks of lightning are like spears. This is a weapon that can only be used by gods. It is indestructible and indestructible. It is frightening and powerful. The silver snake slashes down, leaving black marks on the ground. The soil flies up. The earth became pitted, as if the surface of the moon had been hit by meteors.

In the midst of the lightning and thunder, the beast-like Li Yuanba stood up with his hair and beard standing on end, his muscles all over his body tensed, and his wildness could no longer be restrained. He raised his head and roared, his roar even overpowering the fury of the thunder, and he danced with the golden drum and urn in his hand. The hammer slammed into the falling silver snake thunder and cursed angrily at the sky.

"God, you dare to bully me, I will kill you!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Li Yuanba had forgotten the existence of Hou Xibai at this time. The instinct of the beast made him extremely angry with the thunder. The sledgehammer in his hand kept hitting the thunder and lightning. The thunder and lightning collided with the golden hammer of the drum and urn, and there were silver-blue electric lights. It flashes and sizzles on the hammer.

Li Yuanba was hit by the thunder, his hair and hair stood on end, and the long hair on his head exploded. He was like a male lion, ferocious and violent. He didn't care at all that his hands and feet were weakened by the thunder, and his skin and flesh were torn. He was crazy, but he still continued to bombard him crazily. With a thunder dragon and an electric snake, he sacrifices his life and forgets his own death.

Li Shimin stood on the top of Chang'an City, looking at Li Yuanba who fell into madness in the thunder. A look of anxiety appeared on his face, and he wanted to wake Li Yuanba up and shouted loudly.

"Fourth brother, don't be like this!"

It is a pity that the sound of thunder and roar shook the world and covered all other sounds. Li Yuanba did not hear it at all. He only raised his head to fight the thunder and did not notice the desperate expression of his most respected second brother.

With a sneer at the corner of Hou Xibai's mouth, he raised his right hand and grabbed it into the void. Thunderous waves seemed to be caught in his hand, and they gathered into an electric spear that reached the sky and the earth. This was the real Spear of the God of Thunder. He swung it down hard, with an unstoppable force, aiming at Li Yuanba and stabbing him hard.

Li Yuanba felt the strong wind and the extremely dangerous aura, and roared to the sky, hoarse at the top of his lungs. He used a pair of drums, urns, and golden hammers in his hands, using all his strength. His face turned red, which showed that he had used all his strength to suck milk. , and blasted hard at the extremely thick Thunder God's Spear.

"boom!"

The silver snakes were dancing wildly, the electric light was shining, and the sky and the earth were completely white. Everyone was so blinded by the sudden white light that they closed their eyes and did not dare to look at the center of the electric light.

The extreme high temperature was extremely hot, and the flammable gases in the air were ignited. The surrounding area was a red color, and the air waves rolled like flames, impacting in all directions, kicking up countless amounts of soil, and the surrounding area was a mess.

I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like an instant, or it seemed like hundreds of years. At this time, time lost its sense. A round pit with a diameter of ten feet came into everyone’s eyes. In the middle, stood a person. Does not fall.

Li Yuanba's whole body was dark, his knees were bent, and the ground beneath his feet was deep. His clothes had long been turned into ashes. He was naked, with his arms raised, and a pair of huge drums, urns, and golden hammers in his hands. They were also burnt black, as if they had been burned. As if he had been roasted by fire, Li Yuanba had no movement at this time, and his face still maintained a ferocious and terrifying expression, with a savage and ferocious expression.

The air is faintly filled with aroma, which is a kind of meaty aroma. Yes, Li Yuanba is already cooked and cooked by the thunder god's spear. Even if he is a great master of horizontal training and his physical body is strong, he still can't compete with the power of heaven and earth. , the body died and the Tao disappeared.

Everyone looked at Hou Xibai standing on the edge of the circular pit in shock, standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, not like a mortal, but like a god, which made people awed.

The death of the first great master of the Li Clan had a great shock to the others, and they could not help but think that the Song Clan was destined to die. Otherwise, why would a thunderbolt descend from the sky and kill Li Yuanba alive.

Ordinary soldiers, how would they know that Hou Xibai had mastered martial arts and had reached an incredible level of cultivation, so that he could resist all kinds of magic, drive thunder, and kill Li Yuanba alive.

Fan Qinghui stared at Hou Xibai who was walking slowly with his mouth open, a sense of enlightenment rising in his heart, and he quickly looked at the four holy monks with a hint of seeking verification in his eyes.

The four holy monks nodded silently, with bitter expressions on their faces, and a bit of shock in their old and vicissitudes of eyes. They chanted the Buddha's name silently, hoping to suppress the horror in their hearts.

Fan Qinghui's guess was confirmed. She felt as if all her energy had been sucked out of her body. Her tall and straight figure stooped, and her face turned pale. She finally understood why the four holy monks betrayed Li Clan. , because the Song clan has terrifying strength that can crush the Li clan. If Buddhism does not change its position, it can only be crushed. For the sake of Buddhism, the four holy monks had to rebel and join the Song clan. For this reason, they and Fan Qinghui He would not hesitate to wait for others to break up.

Fan Qinghui had a look of relief on her face. She lost, not in terms of wits, but in terms of strength. Who would have thought that Hou Xibai, the prodigal and passionate son of the rivers and lakes, could be so powerful. He has surpassed the realm of a great master and is invincible and invincible. He is also proficient in the art of war and good at strategy. He is a shocking talent that is rare to see in a thousand years. It ruined decades of planning by both Buddhism and Taoism.

Song Que also noticed that Hou Xibai had won. His fighting spirit increased again and his fighting spirit was high. He could not lose to this cheap son-in-law. The thick-backed knife in his hand became more and more brilliant, and he slashed at Ning Daoqi crazily.

Ning Daoqi had an innocent look on his face, like a child playing with birds, looking left and right at the virtual birds jumping up and down, chasing the strange situation in the air, as if there was an invisible tree, and the birds were in the tree. The room is lively and full of business play, and all the actions seem to be unintentional, but yet meticulous, making it difficult to tell what is true? What is fake? What is virtual? What is reality?

Suddenly, the two little birds had a new playmate, Song Que's unparalleled heavenly sword.

At the moment when the two birds were approaching, Song Que moved sideways and swept the knife quickly. The two birds pecked the blade fiercely as if they were surprised that an enemy was coming, and the fierce battle began.

The two figures chased uncertainly under Chang'an City, jumping and moving at an astonishing speed, but the postures of both parties were still so calm and magnanimous, as if they were not in a life-and-death battle, but on an outing.

Every part of Song Que's Heavenly Sword has become a tool to defeat the enemy. The handle, blade, and blade used many unimagined ways to cope with the virtual bird attack launched by Ning Daoqi. The two birds came alive. Like a real bird, it could get into any gap and launch a close attack on Song Que that was as dense as a rain shower, penetrated through no gaps, and caused mercury to fall to the ground. Both sides made strange moves one after another. Fast versus fast, there is no lag in the process, and both the offensive and defensive sides are attacking and defending at will. Its compactness and fierceness also imply a carefree and elegant meaning. It is so brilliant that it cannot be described in any words.

"Ding! Ding!"

After two clear tones, the two resumed their confrontation at a distance, as if they had never touched each other.

Ning Daoqi put his hands behind his back, and the two little birds seemed to have fluttered away, and he said with a solemn expression.

"It's hard not to admire me, the old Taoist. Lord Song can actually stop me from being pecked by thousands of birds with one strike of his sword. It makes me want to be shameless and take advantage of the nine moves of the Heavenly Sword."

Song Que was full of energy, heroic and generous, holding the thick-backed sword tightly with both hands, his back straight and straight, never bent, his feet slightly apart, his eyes piercing, like a sword, sharp and sharp, and he said loudly.

"Song also admired him endlessly. He changed from inaction to action; from action to inaction; and then from action to inaction, and from inaction to existence. Lao Zhuang's decree has reached its peak in the hands of Taoist brother."

Having said this, Song Que glanced at Hou Xibai, who was leisurely watching the theater and watching the battle. His fighting spirit became more and more awe-inspiring, and he spoke again.

"Brother Dao Ning, let's not waste any time. One move will determine the outcome. Let's take the ninth move of Song's Heavenly Sword!"

Song Que let out a long laugh and raised the heavenly sword above his head, pointing straight at Haori's position. The mind has entered the artistic conception where there is nothing else but the sacrificial knife. The vastness is like the eternal way of heaven. The eyes are indifferent and there is no expression on the face. It is like the majestic Buddha in the Taoist temple. Suddenly, The slash was even faster and more ferocious than the lightning and thunder just now. This sword has transcended time and space. The sword light was so bright that it penetrated the sky and the earth, cutting through the void, and the cracks in the space were all broken. They turned into sharp blades and slashed at Ning Daoqi together. They were unstoppable, cutting everything and destroying everything.

Ning Daoqi's expression was extremely solemn, with no childlike innocence. His large Taoist robes moved with the wind. He was independent from the world and fluttering like a fairy. He seemed to be riding on the wind and traveling thousands of miles. A wave of tranquility and inaction rose around him. , a carefree and carefree atmosphere, misty and uncertain, hands flying, finger shadows densely covered, head slightly raised, looking into the void, as if there is something mysterious above the nine heavens, a clear and ethereal voice sounded in everyone's ears , this is the sound of Tao, which can soothe people's hearts, and the echoes are stirring and resounding throughout the world.

"There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many miles it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. With the back of a Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it has; when it flies in anger, its wings are as big as Clouds hanging from the sky.”

"The back is like Mount Tai, and the wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It holds a sheep's horn and goes up ninety thousand miles away. It cuts through the clouds and carries the blue sky. Then it goes to the south, and it is suitable for the south of the Ming Dynasty!"

"If you take advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth and control the debate of the six qi, and you want to swim infinitely, how can you treat him badly? Therefore, it is said: The perfect person has no self, the god has no merit, and the saint has no name."

A piece of Zhuang Zhou's "Xiaoyaoyou" was read out by Ning Daoqi in a very short time, but it did not feel rushed at all and was clearly audible.

Ning Daoqi became deified unexpectedly, forgetting both things and me, and his mind turned into a Kunpeng. He jumped up from the endless ocean and turned into a Peng. He spread his wings to hang the clouds and soared in the nine heavens. He carried Mount Tai on his back and the blue sky on his back. Ninety thousand miles away, he pounced towards the indifferent, lofty and boundless heavenly sword.