Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

At that moment, the fierce flames burned all the way along the Wanli River of Light.

Like a blanket of fire being shaken off, or like the tide of a tsunami, rushing out without any barrier...

Not to mention ordinary people, even Longya and the others might not be able to guarantee it would be intact if they encountered it.

The people who were still fighting with the four black dragons in the air saw the raging flames coming from the sky, and immediately subconsciously glanced at the Yinghuoxing star in the sky, and then avoided them one after another.

The moment they got out of the way, the [-]-mile sea of ​​flames overflowed the four black dragons, enclosing them in blazing flames.

These four giant dragons are all formed by the aggregation of those black qi. The black qi today is actually much more difficult to deal with than when Qi Chen suppressed it back then. The matter, and the black air merged into one, making it much stronger.

But even so, most of the black energy had experienced the pain of being suppressed by Qi Chen.

Naturally, Qi Chen's breath was extremely familiar.

Surrounded by the sea of ​​flames, the four giant dragons immediately became anxious.

As if someone had poured a pot of boiling oil on them, they suddenly tossed and struggled so much that they felt as if they were going to blow the sky up and escape, escaping from being burned by the sea of ​​fire.

The four giant dragons were churning like crazy, but Qi Chen showed no tendency to relax.

On the contrary, he continued to inject more spiritual power into it, making the fire more and more fierce and rising, almost submerging the four giant dragons in it.

The connection between Ying Huo Xing and him is getting closer and closer, and the influence on him is also getting bigger and bigger.

The churning of the four giant dragons became more and more frenzied, and the heads and tails of the heavier than Qianjun swept in disorder, sweeping down countless houses, and with one tail falling, they could split most of the mountain.

Rivers and mountains are messed up by them.

And the wind blades they brought up were as sharp as knives, blowing around.

Shan Xiao and the others who avoided to the side were still inevitably cut many wounds, even Longya and the others guarding the square talisman were no exception.

The clothes on Qi Chen, who was directly facing the black dragon, were even scratched.

Just when he attracted another smoldering light, more influences were projected on him.In the howling wind, on the corner of the eaves of the ancient building behind him, the Fengyun Xun shook more and more with Qi Chen's state, and the amplitude became bigger and bigger.

at last……

When the wind blew harder, the ancient sound of xun came from the ancient building.

That low-pitched voice, with a hint of hoarseness, and thousands of years of vicissitudes, hummed from the Fengyun Xun.

Along with the endless bells of Wanling Temple, it reverberated in the world for a long time.

And the moment Fengyun Xun sounded, Qi Chen's aura of Yinghuoxing also rose to its peak.

I saw that his short hair grew rapidly in an instant, and it seemed to grow uncontrollably, and the clothes that were scratched all over his body also changed, becoming a white dress with wide sleeves and wide swings.

The sleeves were swollen by the wind, flying non-stop, and the extremely long hair was blown up by the gust of wind.

Seeing that the time to drop the last talisman is coming soon.

Qi Chen's dark eyes moved slightly, he raised his hand and quickly drew a few scriptures, and then his thin and slender fingers grabbed the scriptures and threw them away.

The [-]-mile sea of ​​flames was like a huge net. After the four black dragons were engulfed in it, Qi Chen suddenly pulled it towards the middle, wrapping the four black dragons in it, making it impossible to avoid.

Qi Chen tilted his head slightly, and before he even looked at Long Ya, Long Ya had already understood what he meant, and saw him throw the pen in his hand towards Qi Chen, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pen in the golden light. Long knife with handle.

The soaring saber energy almost glowed with a demonic red light, and instantly stretched the entire saber.

When piercing through the sky, the shadow of the knife almost pierced the sky.

A clear dragon's chant resounded through the mountains and rivers, shaking the entire land, and the wind blew more violently.

The huge sword shadow hung under the nine heavens with a demonic sword aura.

Hong Ming, Hu Yi and the others who moved aside immediately understood Long Ya's meaning, and turned into saber light and shot at it.

At this time, several famous ancient soldiers that the world has only heard of in legends appeared in the form of their own bodies, hanging around the dragon's teeth.

All of a sudden, golden and red intertwined, golden soldiers buzzed continuously, dragons groaned, hongmings, tigers howled, wolves howled, and cranes chirped in unison, and the momentum soared to the sky.

Two quarters finally came again.

In Wanling Temple, in the South China Sea, on the top of Yundu Mountain, and in front of the ancient building cliff, Sifang finally picked up his pen again and began to draw the last talisman.

The process is as difficult as ever, and every stroke and every painting can almost drain my heart and soul.

But because it was the last one and everything was done before their eyes, everyone was actually drawing faster than before.

The excruciating pains on their bodies did not affect them, nor did the blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, nor did the wrist that was so fast that they couldn't lift it.

There are thousands of sentient beings in the world hanging on the pen, so I dare not be slow at all.

Countless bolts of thunder and lightning were kept outside the black curtain of the special place, and struck one after another on it, but none of them escaped.

The bell struck harder and harder, as if the entire ancient clock would be completely shattered and disintegrated in the next second.

The wind and cloud xun became louder and louder, shaking more and more violently, as if the rope would break and the xun would shatter at any moment.

The person who draws the talisman in front of the ancient building has changed from Long Ya to Qi Chen, because Long Ya painted the first three times, and his consumption and pain are almost the least, so he still maintains that indifferent expression while drawing After finishing the last stroke of the rune, he raised his eyes to look at the whole world.

The four talismans were photographed at the same time, and they fluttered and landed where they should fall, forming a complete formation with the previous three talisman papers.

At the same time as the talisman paper fell to the ground, the buzzing of the famous ancient soldiers hanging under the nine-day sky suddenly became heavier, and they rushed down against the inescapable giant dragon wrapped in the sea of ​​flames under the gust of thousands of miles of wind!

The dragon tooth blade is the longest, with the tip at the front. When piercing through the black air, the evil red light almost scatter the dragon, and the sharp hissing and hoarse howling suddenly sounded, scratching people's eardrums.

But before the giant dragons had time to reunite, huge swords fell one after another, and Yundu Mountain's Ten Thousand Sword Formation roared along with it, and the sound of breaking wind resounded endlessly, reverberating.

The moment the four giant dragons were completely dispersed, Qi Chen raised his hand to close it, and the ninety thousand li sea of ​​flames receded in response to the momentum, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And the four talisman arrays suddenly lit up, and the four hurricanes brought a frightening wind whirl through the sky, and swept the black air into the eye of the wind.

Haohao's black energy was instantly divided into four strands by the four talisman arrays, as if four pumps were installed to draw water, it was instantly sucked clean.

The four hurricanes, wrapped in the black air that caused harm to the world, retracted to the center of the talisman array, and were retracted into the ground in the blink of an eye.

I only heard a rumbling thunder in the ground, and even the talisman papers on the four talisman arrays trembled for a moment...

After a while, the thunder finally subsided, and the talisman that was no longer shaking gave off a gentle white light, and then disappeared into the soil without a trace.

It took a long time for the trembling hum of the Dragon Tooth Knife pierced into the ground to stop, and together with several other monster swords and famous swords, it transformed into a human form in a golden light.

The rain of swords on Yundu Mountain had been collected, and the mountain guard sword array that fell on the foot of the mountain finally disappeared gradually after hanging for a while.

The sound of the ancient bell of Wanling Temple and the sound of Fengyun Xun under the eaves of the ancient building gradually decreased, and finally quieted down.

There is only a faint lingering sound lingering in the world...

The shady curtain that covered the sky and the sun and surrounded the thunder came quickly, and it was also quickly withdrawn. In the blink of an eye, the original night sky was exposed.

The continuous thunderclap finally subsided, only a muffled roar of thunder remained in the sky, rolling along the thick clouds, muffled for a while, and then a post-war rain fell...

In Wanling Temple, the roof tiles were broken a lot, and there were some gaps in some places. The rainwater flowed along the eaves, soaked into those gaps, and then leaked into the hall in the form of water droplets.

Water droplets fell on the corners of the house, dripped on the red-painted pillars, and dripped on the clay Buddha statues...

Huijia still sat cross-legged, the blood on the corner of her mouth gradually dried.His eyes were slightly closed, and the mole between his eyebrows was still bright red.

In the quiet hall, only the sound of water droplets, his breathing could hardly be heard.

After a long time, there were more and more drops of water in the hall, gradually connecting them into lines.

Huijia, who was quieter than the Buddha statue, probably adjusted his breath, and finally made a movement. He untied a layer of cassock half-covered outside the monk's robe, and waved his hands back without looking back.The cassock unfolded in an instant, and was precisely draped over the Buddha statue, blocking the water droplets.

Then, he opened his eyes, stood up, looked at the sky quietly, chanted the Buddha's name, and walked out of the hall barefoot. As usual, he walked through several doors and walked towards the small courtyard where he lived alone... …

On the boulder in the South China Sea, Director Dong looked around and saw that there was no more trouble, and finally changed into his usual cheerful appearance. Hong Ming and the others who rushed back waved and said, "Let's go, go back to the river." city."

Hong Ming licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, stepped on the boulder with high heels as if walking on flat ground, walked up to Director Dong and looked down at him for a while, then said, "Director, are you sure you don't need us to carry you back?"

Director Dong has no beard to brag about, he can only stare, but unfortunately he has no momentum: "What does it look like when you carry it back, don't discriminate against middle-aged and elderly people, we can also be very energetic—"

He wanted to walk forward while talking, but he stopped talking and held his waist as soon as he took a step.

Hong Ming heard the clicking sound, then looked at his momentary stiff movements, and said quietly, "What's the matter, Director?"

Director Dong twitched the corners of his mouth: "Overworked, my waist flashed..."

Guanghe and the others spread their hands, and raised their heads without saying a word. The movement was very unsightly, as if they were holding a head to be roasted...well, game.

In three or two steps, they disappeared above the South China Sea.

And on the Luoyun Terrace of Yundu Mountain, Li Daochang put one hand on his junior brother's shoulders and the other hand on the tip of his sword. His shoulders were slumped, and he didn't have the slightest temperament of pretending to be cold. He patted Shen He while breathing slowly. and said: "Why are you still standing as straight as a coffin board, aren't you tired? Is it stupid? When the little disciple is still out of sight at the foot of the mountain, he hastened to loosen his muscles and bones—"

Before finishing these words, the voices of the disciples of Yundu Mountain had already reached the edge of Luoyun Terrace, obviously they had put away the sword array and came up the mountain.

The head of Ding Ding, whose shoulders were slumped just now, seemed to have a spring installed in his waist, and it bounced up in an instant, standing straight and straight, like an inflexible steel plate.

Shen He: "..."

The disciples returned to Luoyun Terrace, and just about to report the situation down the mountain to their head elders, they saw the head master standing like a green pine, holding a sword in his back hand, and his Taoist robe with a silver border was blown up by the wind, the fairy full of energy.He waved his hand and said to his disciples, "The disaster has been resolved, so let's separate."

After speaking, it flew away like a piece of cloud.

Elder Shen looked at the back of his senior brother speechlessly, then glanced at the bloodstain on the ground, swung the long sword in his hand like a whisk, flew away, and calmly wiped away the bloodstain...

As for the edge of the cliff in front of the ancient building in Qushan——

Guanghe returned to Yinghuo, and the flames on Qichen's body also faded away.The long hair shrank suddenly, and changed back to short hair. The white clothes also disappeared, and changed back to the shirt and trousers that had been cut many times by the wind blade.

He looked down at his rare and downcast appearance, thinking that he would have to change a new set when he went back later, when he felt his waist tighten and his eyes blur.

When he came back to his senses, he was already pinned down on the bed in the side room of the ancient building.

Qi Chen stared dumbfounded at Long Ya who was restraining his wrist, and said in disbelief: "Team Leader Long...you still have this strength after drawing three talismans?"

Long Ya's ability to tear Qi Chen's shirt was even easier than tearing off a petal. He was frowning tightly, but his eyes were eager, but he was stunned when he heard Qi Chen's words.

After he and Qi Chen looked at each other for a few seconds, they finally twitched the corners of their mouths, slapped Qi Chen on the forehead, and said, "What are you thinking about? In your eyes, I'm not as good as a beast. Why don't you let it go at this time?" you?"

Qi Chen didn't speak: "..."

Longya: "..."

"I'm looking at how many wounds you have been scratched on your body, whether they are serious or not!" Uncle Long, who was questioned about the quality of the sword, roared angrily.

Qi Chen blinked, and said "hmm" very insincerely, and then lay on his back, raised his hand to touch Long Ya's chin, and said, "I still have the strength to yell at me, so I don't worry."

Long Ya raised his hand and slapped his paw, and said angrily, "Nonsense! I'm so weak? It's a thousand-year-old demon sword, are you kidding me!"

Qi Chen smiled: "Well, it's really not a joke."

The sound of the rain outside the window was non-stop. These days, the rain seems to have never stopped, and I haven't seen a good sunny day yet.

The thick dark clouds in the night sky finally gradually thinned amidst the sound of rain, and the faint moonlight came out dimly.

If there is no accident, when the rain stops this night, the clouds should disperse.

It's sunny, it's time to come...