At that moment, Xiong Lie's flame burned down the Wanli Guanghe River.
Like a fire blanket that was shaken open, and like a wave in a tsunami, it rushed out like a stream without any obstruction...
Not to mention ordinary people, even if they encounter Longya, they may not be guaranteed to be in good condition.
When the people who were still fighting with the four black dragons in the sky saw the raging fire coming from the sky, they subconsciously glanced at the Yinghuo star in the sky, and then avoided them.
The moment they dodged, the 90,000-mile sea of flames swept through the four black dragons, encircling 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 was sealed. After all, over the years, there has been a backlog of dark and dirty things in the world that are difficult to remove. The thing, and the black qi merged into one, making it a lot 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 so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.
At this time, surrounded by this sea of fire, the four giant dragons immediately became anxious.
It was as if someone had poured a pot of boiling oil on them, and they threw up violently.
The four giant dragons were churning like crazy, but Qi Chen had 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 drowning the four giant dragons in it.
The connection between Yinghuxing and him is getting closer and closer, and the influence on him is getting bigger and bigger.
The churning of the four giant dragons became more and more maddening, and the head and tail of the heavy weight swept away countless houses. When the tail fell, it could shatter most of the mountain.
Rivers and mountains were messed up by them.
And the wind blades they bring are also sharp as knives, scraping and stirring everywhere.
Shan Xiao and the others who avoided to the side were still inevitably cut many wounds, even Longya and the others who were guarding the square talisman formation were no exception.
Qi Chen, who was directly facing the black dragon, was even more scratched on his clothes.
Just as he drew a dazzling fire, more influences were projected onto him. In the howling wind, on the eaves and corners of the ancient building behind him, Fengyunxun shook more and more violently with Qi Chen's state, and the amplitude became larger and larger.
finally…
When the wind blew another layer, the quaint Xun sound came from the ancient building.
That low-pitched voice, with a trace of hoarseness, and thousands of years of vicissitudes, hummed from the wind and clouds.
With the endless bells of Wanling Temple, it echoed in the world for a long time.
And at the moment Fengyunxun sounded, Qi Chen's aura also rose to its peak.
I saw his short hair grow long in an instant, as if it was growing out of control, and the clothes that were scratched all over his body also changed their appearance, turning into white clothes with wide sleeves and wide hem.
The sleeves were swelled up by the wind, and they were constantly flying, and the extremely long hair was also blown up by the gust of wind.
Seeing that the time to drop the last talisman is coming.
Qi Chen's dark eyes moved slightly, he raised his hand and quickly drew a few words, and then his thin and slender fingers grabbed the words and threw them away.
The 90,000-mile sea of fire is like a huge net. After the four black dragons were put into it, Qi Chen slammed them into the middle, wrapping the four black dragons in it, and there was no way to avoid it.
Qi Chen tilted his head slightly, and before he even looked at Long Ya, Long Ya already understood what he meant. He threw the pen in his hand towards Qi Chen, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pen in the golden light. Handle long knife.
The soaring blade aura almost glowed red with a demonic red light, instantly stretching the entire blade.
When going straight through the sky, the shadow of the knife almost penetrates the sky.
A clear and clear dragon roar resounded through the mountains and rivers, and even the whole earth shook, and the gust of wind stirred it more and more violently.
The huge sword shadow with a demonic sword qi hangs under the nine heavens.
Hong Ming, Hu Yi and others who avoided to the side immediately understood the meaning of Long Ya, and turned into a sword light and shot directly at it.
Several ancient famous soldiers that the world has only heard of in legends all appeared in the form of their own bodies at this time, hanging around the dragon teeth.
For a time, gold and red were intertwined, and the golden soldiers hummed incessantly.
The time for two minutes finally came again.
Inside Wanling Temple, in the middle of the South China Sea, on the top of Yundu Mountain, and in front of Gulou Cliff, Sifang finally picked up the brush again and began to draw the last talisman.
The process is as difficult as ever, and every stroke and every painting can almost drain the blood.
But because it was the last one, and things were done in front of them, everyone drew even faster than before.
The intense pain on his body couldn't affect them, neither could the blood that kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, nor could his wrist that was almost immobile.
There are thousands of sentient beings in the world hanging on the pen, so I dare not slow down.
Countless thunder and lightning were trapped outside the dark curtain of the special place, and they were smashed on it, but not a single trace was leaked.
The sound of the bell was getting heavier and heavier, as if the entire ancient bell would be completely shattered and disintegrated in the next second.
Fengyunxun is also getting louder and louder, shaking more and more violently, as if the rope will be broken at any time.
The person who painted the talisman in front of the ancient building has changed from Longya to Qi Chen. Because the first three times were drawn by Longya, his consumption and pain are almost the least, so he still maintains that indifferent look, while painting. After finishing the last stroke of the rune, he looked up at the whole world.
The four talismans were photographed at the same time, and erratically landed where they should have fallen, forming a complete formation with the previous three talisman papers.
At the same time when the talisman paper fell to the ground, the buzzing sounds of the ancient famous soldiers hanging under the nine heavens suddenly intensified, wrapped in the wind of thousands of miles, and crashed down at the giant dragon that could not escape from the package of fire!
The dragon tooth blade has the longest body, and the tip of the blade is at the front. When it penetrates the black gas, the evil red light almost directly disperses the dragon, and the sharp neighing and hoarse howl suddenly sounded, scratching the eardrums of people.
Before the giant dragon could reunite, the huge swords one after another had already fallen, and the ten thousand sword formation of Yundu Mountain also roared, the sound of breaking wind resounded, and the reverberation burst.
At the moment when the four giant dragons were completely dispersed, Qi Chen raised his hand and took it away.
And the four-square talisman formation suddenly lit up, and the four hurricanes carried a frightening cyclone and swept the black air into the eye of the wind.
The Haohao Black Qi was instantly divided into four strands by the four talisman formations, as if four pumps were installed, they were sucked clean in an instant.
The four hurricanes were wrapped in the black air that caused harm to the world, and they were retracted to the center of the talisman array, and they were taken into the ground in the blink of an eye.
I only heard a rumble of thunder in the ground, and even the talisman papers on the four talisman formations trembled for a moment...
After a while, the thunder finally died down, and the talisman paper, which no longer vibrated, emitted a gentle white light, and then disappeared into the soil without a trace.
The humming sound of the tremor of the Dragon Tooth Saber, which was inserted directly into the ground, stopped after a long time, and together with several other famous swords, it transformed into a human shape in a golden light.
The rain of swords on Yundu Mountain has been collected, and the mountain-guarding sword formation that fell at the foot of the mountain has finally disappeared after hanging for a while.
The sound of the ancient bells of Wanling Temple and the sound of Fengyunxun under the eaves of the ancient building gradually diminished, and finally died quietly.
Only a trace of the lingering voice still looms in the world...
The shady curtain that covered the sky and covered the thunder came quickly and closed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the original night sky was revealed.
The constant thundering finally stopped, and there was only a trace of muffled thunder in the sky, rolling along the thick clouds, and after a long muffled sound, 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, smeared into those gaps, and then leaked into the temple as water beads.
Water drops fell on the corner of the house, dripped on the red-painted pillars, and drenched on the clay Buddha statues...
Huijia was still sitting cross-legged, the blood on the corner of his 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, he could hardly hear his breathing.
After a long time, the water droplets in the hall became more and more, and gradually formed a line.
Hui Jia, who was even quieter than the Buddha statue, came over to adjust his breath, and finally moved. He saw him undo the half-draped cassock on the outside of the monk's robe, and raised his hand backwards without turning his head. The cassock unfolded instantly and draped it over the Buddha statue precisely, blocking the water droplets.
Then, he opened his eyes, stood up, glanced at the sky quietly, chanted the Buddha's name, and walked out of the main hall barefoot, as usual, through several doors, walked towards the small courtyard where he lived alone...
On the boulder of the South China Sea, Director Dong looked around and saw that there was no more trouble, and finally put on his usual cheerful appearance, rushing back to Hong Ming and the others, beckoned, and said, "Let's go, go back to the river. city."
Hong Ming licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, stepped on the boulder with high heels, walked to Director Dong and looked down at him for a while, and said, "Director, are you sure we don't need us to carry you back?"
Director Dong has no beard to blow, so he can only stare, but unfortunately he has no momentum at all: "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 was about to walk forward as he spoke, but as soon as he took a step, he stopped and supported his waist.
Hong Ming heard the click, and then looked at his momentary stiff movements, and said faintly, "What's the matter, Director?"
Director Dong twitched the corners of his mouth: "Overworked, my waist flickered..."
Guanghe and the others spread their hands, and without saying a word, raised their heads in a very unsightly manner, as if they were raising their heads to be roasted... um, game.
In three or two steps, they disappeared above the South China Sea.
On the Yundu Mountain Falling Cloud Platform, Li Daochang put one hand on his junior brother's shoulder, the tip of his sword on the ground, and his shoulders slumped. He didn't have the slightest temperament to pretend to be cold on weekdays. He slowed his breath and patted Shen He at the same time. He raised his shoulders and said, "Why are you still as straight as the coffin board, aren't you tired? Stupid or stupid, while the little disciple is still invisible at the foot of the mountain, hurry up and loosen your muscles and bones—"
Before the words were finished, the voices of the disciples of Yundu Mountain had already reached the Luoyun Terrace, and they had obviously taken the sword array and came up the mountain.
I saw that the head of Dingding, who had slumped his shoulders just now, seemed to have a spring attached to his waist, and he bounced up in an instant, standing straight and straight, like a steel plate that could not be bent.
Shen He: "..."
The disciples returned to Luoyuntai, and just as they were about to report the situation down the mountain to their elders, they saw the sect master standing like a pine tree, holding the sword in his back, and the silver-edged robes rolled up by the wind. Full of air. He waved his hand and said to the disciples: "The trouble has been resolved, so let's go away."
After speaking, it flew away like a cloud.
Elder Shen looked at the back of his senior brother speechlessly, then glanced at the blood on the ground, the long sword in his hand turned into a whisk, and before flying away, he calmly removed the blood...
As for the edge of the cliff in front of the ancient building in Qushan—
Guanghe returned to Yinghuo, and the fire on Qi Chen also disappeared. The long hair shrank suddenly, changed back to short hair, and the white clothes disappeared, and changed back to the shirt and trousers that had been cut a lot by the wind blade before.
He looked down at his rare and despondent appearance, and was thinking that he would have to change a new set when he went back later, when he felt his waist tighten and a flower in front of his eyes twitched.
When he came back to his senses, he was already pressed on the bed in the side room of the ancient building.
Qi Chen stared at the dragon teeth holding his wrist in a stunned manner, and said in disbelief, "Team Long, you...you have the strength to draw three talismans?"
Long Ya ripped off Qi Chen's shirt and it was lighter than tearing a petal. He originally frowned, with an eager look in his eyes. He was stunned when he heard Qi Chen's words.
After he and Qi Chen looked at each other for a few seconds, he finally twitched the corners of his mouth, slapped Qi Chen on the forehead, and said, "What are you thinking about! In your eyes, Lao Tzu is not as good as a beast. you?"
Qi Chen didn't say anything: "..."
Longya: "..."
"I'm looking at how many wounds you have been scratched on, whether they are serious or not!" Uncle Long, who was questioned about the quality of the knife, roared angrily.
Qi Chen blinked and said "um" very insincerely, then he lay on his back, raised his hand to touch Longya's chin, and said, "If you still have the strength to yell at me, I can rest assured."
Long Ya raised his hand and slapped his paw, and said angrily, "Bullshit! How weak is Lao Tzu? A thousand-year-old demon sword, are you kidding me!"
Qi Chen smiled: "Well, it really wasn't a joke."
The sound of rain outside the window kept rushing. These days, the rain seems to have not stopped, and I have not seen a good sunny day.
The thick dark clouds in the night sky finally thinned in the sound of the rain, and the faint moonlight came out hazy.
If nothing else, the clouds should disperse when the rain stops this night.
Sunny day, it's time to come...