Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

The pain that fell on everyone in the four directions did not lessen, on the contrary, it became more and more intense as the black energy struggled.

Just the second piece of talisman paper was already so unbearable, and it was impossible to imagine how severe the reaction would be when the third and fourth pieces fell, and whether everyone could hold on like this.

The attachment power of these filthy qi to the living soul, the pulling power of the magic circle that everyone gradually completed to pull the black qi, and the soothing power of Qi Chen pushing thousands of rivers of light into the world, these three parties fell on the curled up people. , Sometimes the pain is unbearable, sometimes it is slightly relieved, it just depends on who has the upper hand.

The two quarters this time seemed extremely long because it was extremely difficult.

After a long time, the glowing star in the sky moved red, and the time for the third talisman finally arrived.

Because I had suffered too much pain before, this time, even the process of drawing symbols was not so smooth.

It seems that there are thousands of horses holding the nib of the pen and dragging it in the opposite direction. Every turning, every heavy and light lift seems to be competing with the mighty force.

Thousands of resentful spirits in the underground of Wanling Temple struggled endlessly between Huijia's symbols, as if they wanted to escape from the ground forcibly while all kinds of spiritual power were concentrated in his fingertips.

In the small courtyard, the fire at the mouth of the well sealed two floors by Hui Jia flickered, as if a strong wind was blowing that layer of fire aside.

As a result, the flames burned more and more intensely in the strong wind, burning higher and higher, but the state became more and more unstable.

The resentful spirits in the ground let out mournful and miserable howls through the gaps in the fire waves, and they looked extraordinarily creepy in this wilderness.

The howling became louder and farther away, and the mountain where the Wanling Temple was located trembled amidst the howling.

The roof tiles in the temple are old, and dust accumulated over the years is falling down under the trembling. Even the Buddha statues seem to be in danger. It seems that they will split from them at any time because they have not been maintained for too long, turning into pieces of mud rolling landed.

However, Hui Jia still had a calm expression in such a shock, she didn't even move her eyebrows, and her fingertips continued to draw runes.

Also unsettled, there is also the back mountain of Yundu Mountain. The group of monsters who have been suppressed are reluctantly tumbling, and they seem to want to take advantage of this opportunity to escape from the back mountain and rush into the world.

Some disciples rushed over immediately.

However, the sword-holding hands of the two elders in charge are still steady, but every time they draw more strokes, the burden of pain on their bodies will be lowered.

On the top of Qushan Mountain, when the last stroke of the rune was drawn, the golden knife light wrapped around the pen was instantly pulled away from the pen, falling on Qi Chen's side, and transformed into the appearance of Longya again.

Seeing him frowning, his lips pursed tightly, he took out the third talisman paper as soon as he raised his hand.

The bloody cinnabar on the talisman paper was not completely dry yet, and because of the infusion of spiritual power in the night, it looked extraordinarily bright red, almost glaring.

Obviously the paper was very thin, but when it fell on the ground, it seemed to be very heavy.

There was a bang, sand and rocks flew, and a strong wind rose suddenly.

The moment the third talisman from the four directions landed on the ground at the same time, it was as if a large ladle of water was poured into a boiling oil pan, and the black energy attached to the world instantly became violent.

Struggling like crazy, contending with the power of the talisman array.

Its struggle became more violent, and the pain it caused to people instantly went up to a higher level.

Immediately, the screams were endless, but more people couldn't even make a sound. They were bloodless, covered in cold sweat, curled up on the ground and twitched like convulsions.

And their pain, at that moment, returned to Long Ya and the others in a hundred times and a thousand times.

All spirits howled, huge waves soared into the sky, and the earth shook.

Even Mount Yundu, which has been stable for tens of thousands of years, is rolling with rubble, let alone the hill where Qushan and Wanling Temple are located.

The moment the paper talisman fell to the ground, Huijia frowned, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, contrasting with his red mole, which was shockingly red against his pale face.

When the elders and elders in charge of Yundu landed on the ground, they finally couldn't help supporting their bodies with the tip of their swords.

Shen He still had a face like ice scum, if he hadn't supported his body, it would be impossible to tell that he was suffering from pain just by looking at his expression.

He slowed down a bit, then turned his head and glanced at his senior brother who was in charge.

Daoist Li knew what he wanted to say without him opening his mouth. He immediately put away the sword that was propped on the ground, put it behind his hand, and patted his chest pretending to be relaxed: "I am also your senior brother after all, you can hold it, and you are afraid Am I weak? Worry about it—" After finishing speaking, he turned to his disciples and said, "Set up the formation! Protect the mountain! The last one is no joke!"

The disciples took orders, flew straight down from the top of Yundu Mountain, and landed at the foot of the mountain. They were divided into four sides, east, west, and north. Yundu Mountain.

As soon as the disciples dispersed, only Li Daochang and Shen He were left on the Luoyun Terrace.

The person who was slapping his chest to save face just now bowed his head and spat out blood, coughed twice, and finally took a breath: "I'm suffocating, I should have known that I wouldn't have slapped so hard just now."

Shen He held him up, and he didn't know what to say to him.

But before he could speak, Li Daochang patted his shoulder.Seeing him persuading meaningfully: "I know you must also want to vomit. The little disciples have all run away. Throw it up. It is easy to hurt internally if you hold it in."

Shen He: "..."

Even Director Dong's complexion became ugly. He was always cheerful, generous and fat, never in a hurry or slow, but this time his brows were tightly frowned, and the corners of his mouth were also stained with blood, and he didn't relax for a moment. .

Relatively speaking, only Longya is better.

This one has a real copper-skinned iron frame, and his endurance is much better than the others. The falling of the third talisman paper only made him frown more tightly.

He and Qi Chen, or the group of them, are actually somewhat alike in their bones. No matter how heavy the burden falls on them, no matter how painful it is, they don't like to express it, and they don't say a word or say a word.

Qi Chen is soft on the outside and hard on the inside, while Longya is so hard from bone to skin.

The contest between the black air in the world and the talisman array has reached the most critical moment.

If people can see it, they will find that the black energy that is tightly attached to them and cannot be torn off is being torn away by increasing force at this moment, and it seems that it will really come from them. Stripped off.

Too bad they can't see it.

Even if they could see, no one had the strength to open their eyes. Even if they opened their eyes, their eyes would be blurry, and they couldn't see clearly...

Because it is too painful.

The pain of stripping the black air from them was like someone pulling their flesh.

When the first two talismans fell, they just pulled the flesh to the limit, but when the third talisman fell, it was the time when the flesh and bones were separated.

It hurts as much as it hurts to be directly torn off by someone, and it hurts as much as it does for them.

And the more the black air is stripped away, the harder the struggle will be, so the thunder from the sky will strike harder.

The countless sky thunders were originally punishing the filth in the world, but because the filth was attached to people, the sky thunders fell to the ground one after another, as if they wanted to split the whole world into a sea of ​​flames and scorched earth .

Let alone ordinary people, even Longya and the others couldn't feel much better if they were struck by the purple thunder, let alone falling down in such a dense and uninterrupted manner.

But at this time, everyone simply couldn't spare any more energy to take care of Tianlei.

"If you let it go down like this, the formation will be for nothing. After the formation is completed, people will die. If they are all scorched, there is no need to care about good and evil—" Long Ya frowned and looked at the contiguous piece, which illuminated the world. A bright thunderbolt said in a cold voice.

And several other parties have the same concerns.

Qi Chen once again poured the spiritual power of his body into his hands, and the river of light instantly became more prosperous, covering the sky and covering the earth, and was pushed away by him, covering the entire world.

The red light of the fluorescent star in the sky is so bright that it seems to be burning.

And Qi Chen's body also glowed red, trembling slightly, like tongues of fire in the wind.

Behind him, on the corners of the eaves of the ancient building, several ancient xuns that had been hanging quietly trembled slightly, and with Qi Chen's continuous infusion of spiritual power, the vibration became more and more obvious.

As the thunderbolts became pieces and resounded through the mountains and rivers, the whole world was illuminated brightly by the never-ending lightning, and the black energy that had been attached to the people and could not be peeled off finally lasted until the last moment.

The ever-increasing power of the talisman finally gained the upper hand in the long tug-of-war.

The rivers, lakes, seas and the earth shook violently for a few times at the same time, and when countless loud bangs rang out at the same time, making people's ears buzz, the ubiquitous black air was finally torn apart completely, and was stripped from the living soul .

Long Ya and the others cheered up in the severe pain.

"Finally—" Director Dong on the boulder in the South China Sea let out a sigh of relief, but just after he said two words, he stopped talking and narrowed his eyes.

The black filthy aura that had been raging in the human world before, penetrated everywhere, was churning, spinning, and converging in the strong wind.

North, south, east and west, one place and one center.

All the black energy in the world was gathering towards the four centers, and soon condensed into four huge cloud pillars, penetrating the heavens and the earth.

Regardless of standing in the sea or standing on the top of the mountain, when looking at the four cloud pillars, you have to look up.

After a while, all the black air merged into the four sky-reaching cloud pillars.

Then, with a few long whistles that were louder than thunder, the four pillars of clouds that reached the sky transformed into four huge black dragons, tumbling in the sky, and with a flick of their long tails, they could stop a sea .

Before everyone could react, the four giant dragons suddenly attacked everyone in the white and purple lightning!