Distortion, madness, pain, sorrow, decay, whining, resentment, unwillingness, madness, evil and other auras flowed out of Zhao Jingxuan's body.
At the same time, a grand and deep, sacred and peaceful aura emerged like a shadow.
Zhao Jingxuan's body quickly dried up, like He raised his head as skinny as a bone, and his dry eyeballs were sunken, leaving only two dark holes on his skull-like head.
"The city lord died in vain."
Xu Longtu tensed up after seeing the person's identity at a glance.
He knew how powerful this god was and was not sure of suppressing him.
"It's me."
The city lord who died in vain came to Zhao Jingxuan.
He looked at the gods around Wang Haoran with nostalgia, and sighed in a hoarse voice, almost in a chant: "Haotian Mirror, Xuanyuan Sword, Ming Hongdao Yu "Ding Chunqiu Brush" One after another, the names of humane artifacts flowed out of the mouth of the city owner.
He looked at Wang Haoran and said maliciously: "Do you know that these artifacts once existed in real life, but they all disappeared one night ago, as if All the gods in heaven, like all the Buddhas in the West, have disappeared.
No one knows where they went, and no one knows why they suddenly disappeared.
Everything started from a thousand and seventy-eight years ago. ” The city lord who died in vain raised his head, seemed to be deep in thought, and said calmly: "Now that we have sorted out the world, there are still two years left, and everything will come to an end."
After saying that, the Lord of Fusui City turned to stare at Wang Haoran and the two of them, stretched out his hand to grab, a shadow emerged from under his feet, and countless skeletal arms emerged from it.
Each arm was entangled with twisted faces, horror, fear, Pain, sorrow, sadness, resentment, jealousy, despair, all kinds of negative emotions condensed into strong negative energy, suppressing the auras of Wang Haoran and Xu Longtu.
"Damn this little Jiuzhou people, why do they like to condense false legal realms?"
Xu Longtu casually summoned the shadow of a golden lotus.
This lotus has three leaves, nine grades and eighty-one petals.
The three lotus leaves are covered with Buddhist scriptures as small as fly legs.
Texts, these Sanskrit texts exuding a faint golden light wander around, revealing the breath of the past, present, and future, and interpreting all the wonderful phenomena in the world and the reincarnation of all phenomena in the heavens.
This is the top magic weapon of Jiuzhou Buddhism, the Lotus Seat of Three Lives and Reincarnations.
It once fell into the Duobao Immortal Sect for a period of time and was analyzed and copied by many people.
It is a perfect defensive magic weapon.
At the same time, because of the characteristics of this magic weapon, it can protect against all underworlds.
Ghosts and gods have a strong restraining effect.
The Lotus Seat had just appeared.
The Yin Qi, resentment, evil spirit, and death Qi that had been condensed due to the in vain death of the city lord's magical power instantly turned into black water and were suppressed by the lotus.
"Is this the Buddhism of Jiuzhou?
If the guy from Zhengfa sees it, he will be ecstatic."
After a casual comment, the Lord of Fusi City turned his palm over, and a simple shadow of a large seal appeared.
Indistinctly, a towering The phantom of the mountain appeared, and a completely different aura of coldness, evil and chaos appeared.
The vast divine power was so overwhelming that the lotus seat of the Three Lives of Samsara was crumbling.
Just when Wang Haoran was thinking about whether to help, the Lord of the City of Fusui suddenly stopped attacking.
He felt that in the underworld, the Mingyue Spiritual Realm and the Xuanling Water Palace At the same time, an indescribable murderous intention arose within the city, one on the left and the other on the right locked onto the City of Fusi.
The vague divine power fluctuated, silently threatening the Lord of Fusi City.
At the same time, another force that could not be called weak was rapidly approaching Linghu Valley.
With only a layer of skin left and few hairs left, his brows twitched slightly.
The City Lord knew that this time he couldn't match their two trump cards, so he said with a little pity: "Well, let's wait until we meet again next time."
After saying that, he raised his foot and stamped his feet.
In conjunction with the guidance of the City of Death in the Underworld, the legal restrictions in the Linghu Valley were directly crushed, and layers of void emerged, covering Zhao Jingxuan's body.
Li Haocheng, who was stepping on the streamer, looked at Zhao Jingxuan who was walking away, and said with some regret: "It's still a step too late."
"Fellow Daoist Li, you have done me a disservice this time," Xu Longtu shouted when he saw Li Haocheng.
He pointed at the cracked Lotus Seat of Three Lives Reincarnations and said distressedly: "After my Lotus Seat passed through this time, It cannot be used until it returns to Jiuzhou."
Li Haocheng was speechless looking at the lotus seat that might break into thousands of pieces at any time, and didn't know how to answer.
This can be regarded as a flaw of Taizhen Sanhua Tongming Lingbaojian.
Although all monks who practice the Three Transformations of Tai Zhen and the Tong Ming Ling Bao Jian can quickly copy projections, they are only copying, not learning.
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All projected magic weapons and magic weapons have a carrying limit.
If you consume the Tao Yun to a certain level before incorporating it into your own system, the copied magic weapon or magic weapon is basically useless and cannot be used until it is copied again.
Wang Haoran, who was sitting cross-legged in the earthly vein spiritual cave, also saw Li Haocheng's embarrassment and asked: "What do fellow Taoists mean by being a step too late?"
Hearing Wang Haoran's question, Li Haocheng hurriedly responded: "This time, in addition to bringing back the Sixth Princess of Da Chu, I also got news from the God of the Moon that the predecessor of the Lord of the City in vain may be Lord Montenegro."
"Black Mountain Lord" Wang Haoran frowned.
He seemed to have heard of this name.
"It's the Black Tiger King that the Zhao family has been worshiping there."
After reminding Li Haocheng, he began to explain the origin of the Black Tiger King.
"This Black Tiger King seems to be a mountain god born from a certain branch of Mount Tai.
However, he is not a pure ancient god.
He seems to be a god born from human beliefs and the aura of the mountains.
Therefore, he loves humans very much and satisfies them again and again. desire.”
Wang Haoran frowned and said sharply: "But humans will not be satisfied.
It is because of humans that he has fallen to this point."
"It's not clear, but according to the ancient records given by the God of the Moon, when the followers of the Black Tiger prayed for prey, the Black Tiger suppressed the monsters in the mountains so that the believers could hunt freely.
Then the believers were eager for food, and the Black Tiger cast spells to keep them alive.
The soil is fertile for believers to desire But more and more, and their demands on the mountains and forests became more and more excessive.
They began to cut down trees and hunt all the prey, causing the power of the Black Tiger to fade away.
The suppressed monsters came out to cause trouble again.
The panicked villagers built a huge fort for him. temple, but Montenegro gained no power."
Xu Longtu, who was attracted by Li Haocheng's story, stopped being funny.
As the God of Wealth, he had seen too many similar things.
He sneered and spoke of the bad nature of human beings: "How can a dirty human heart provide strength?
In terms of the human heart, Those believers must have abandoned Montenegro in the end."
"Almost, according to ancient records, except for a few families, most people have abandoned Montenegro."
"The Zhao family is one of those families."
Wang Haoran instantly grasped the key point.
Li Haocheng nodded and said with some worry: "According to the information given by Ming Yue Shen, Zhao Jingxuan is the last descendant of those families, and he is also the last disciple of Black Mountain Lord."
Xu Longtu's pupils shrank.
He, who is also a priest, knew very well what sacrificing the last believer meant to the gods.
He said with some fear: "Give up some of the past and bury some believers.
What is he planning to do?"
"I don't know but it is undeniable that Zhao Jingxuan is one of the few weaknesses that killed the city lord in vain.
It is a pity":