He was really riding a flying boat, traveling thousands of feet high in the sky. Suddenly, countless clouds gathered, and the sky and the earth became pitch black in an instant, and heavy clouds pressed down directly from higher altitudes.
A person like Huan Zhen has long been unafraid of wind and rain, but when he saw the dark clouds, his expression immediately changed. Qingyin also felt that he was trembling in his heart.
He really said word by word: "Call the wind and rain."
If a Qi practitioner in the world wants to bring about wind and rain, he only needs to practice some superficial spells after condensing the magic power through his orifices, stir up the vitality, and then he can bring about wind and rain. This can also be called "calling for wind and rain", but it is not really true. When these four words are spoken, the meanings are naturally very different.
There are a total of one hundred and eight tactics in Qingxuan Sect, which are collectively called the Thirty-Six Methods of Tiangang and the Seventy-two Methods of Earthly Evil. There is actually a reason for using the "number of Tiangang and Earthly Evil", because a long time ago, there was a legend in the world about Tiangang. The Thirty-six Dharma and the Seventy-two Earthly Evil Techniques are both the supreme magical powers of Taoism.
Among them, there is a magical power among the Thirty-Six Methods of Tiangang, which is called "calling wind and rain". Once it is used, its power is infinite, and even immortals and gods are trapped in it, and it is difficult to escape.
Qingxuan's ten thousand-year foundation, the Tao master's biography, and some figures who have escaped from the world. Immortal immortals emerge in endlessly. Such high-level sects can even associate their own Taoist secrets with this magical power. Naturally, they highly value this thing, which has been mostly lost. The magical power has a meaning that is comparable to or even beyond.
Even real people in the past dynasties of Qingxuan traveled around the world and collected some of the essence of the Thirty-Six Techniques of Tiangang and the Seventy-two Techniques of Earthly Evil by chance.
If there is anyone in the world who can reproduce the magical power of "calling wind and rain", it can only be from Qingxuanzhong. Therefore, there is no need to guess. In today's world, only Shen Lian, Zi Ling, and Yanxu can possibly use this magical power. The one with the most motivation is naturally Yanxu.
He really took out a dark gold booklet from his body, handed it to Qingyin, and said, "I must live to reach Taicang Mountain."
Qingyin was at a loss and could only read the pamphlet, but he didn't know that the pamphlet was his personal experience of heavenly magic and his deeper understanding of Xuanqing. As long as the above content was brought back to Guangqing, it would be enough for Guangqing. The Taoist foundation of Lipai was once again added to the foundation.
But when Yanxu arrived, he really understood how powerful the opponent was, and knew that he was probably going to die today.
I can only try my best to see if I can get Qingyin to escape.
The clear light beneath his feet was brilliant, and the flying boat was immediately torn apart. Countless rays of clear light were projected in all directions. After Qingyin took the booklet, he also merged into a ray of clear light and flew out in one direction.
In the midst of the wind and clouds in the void, it really seemed like I was in the center of heaven and earth, facing this terrifying magical power alone.
The layers of dark clouds pressed down, making his originally dust-free Taoist heart seem to be stained with ink, and it was even difficult for his mind to function.
The dark clouds changed and finally formed a human face, which was Yanxu's face.
"In hundreds of years, you are the first person to make me lose my calculations. I really underestimated you." Yanxu's voice sounded ethereal, and he seemed to have some genuine approval.
He really sneered and said: "As long as I can survive today, you will never be perfect after all."
His Taoist robe began to bulge, and even began to rupture, revealing his strong muscles, and his skin was as golden as jade. His whole person looked swollen. What was even more incredible was that two pairs of pairs sprouted from his sides. The fleshy wings, one pair yellow and one pair cyan, spread out and were ten feet long. They flapped slightly, and then the strong wind blew away the dark clouds.
"Not only have you escaped my control, you can also refine the demon body. If I give you another hundred years, old Yuming will have to make way for you." Yanxu's voice came leisurely from the dark clouds.
At the same time, a wisp of breeze in the distance carried a beautiful woman, coming over gracefully. It was Qingyin who had been sent away before.
Yanxu always does things in a meticulous manner, even if Qingyin is an ant in his eyes, he will not let her go.
Qingyin looked at her and wanted to say something, but turned her head away from her, fearing that she would show any weakness. Qingyin regards him as a king and a father, why doesn't he treat her as his own daughter.
With a bang, Qingyin Deng turned into a rain of blood, drifting with the wind. When he was about to reach his body, he clenched his fists and spread his wings to block all the rain of blood.
"What a heart of stone." Yanxu's voice seemed to be in Huanzhen's ears.
He really said with a cold expression: "Are these the only tricks you can do?" It turns out that Yanxutian's magic can't be manipulated by anything, and Qingyin's blood rain also contains his magic intention. Once he gets close, he will suffer a loss immediately. .
The blood rain in the sky did not fall to the earth one after another, but gathered together and condensed into a small bloody sword, full of dripping blood, sizzling, and stabbing hard.
The sword light swims in the void, appearing and disappearing intermittently, its trajectory is unpredictable and profound, even if it is really spiritual, it cannot catch its next move.
Finally, he felt the danger in his heart. The tip of the green flesh wing was slightly bent, and he stabbed naturally, hitting the small blood-colored sword.
A layer of clear light covered the bloody sword, and only Qingyin's soul could be seen howling miserably, and then disappeared.
The fleshy wings flashed rapidly, and the green and yellow air currents, regardless of each other, carried him in a spinning direction and rushed into the dark clouds. In an instant, it poured down with rain, like thousands of arrows.
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Yu Ming and Lin Xuanting passed by the demon gods in formation, Lin Huan Zhen was getting closer and closer, and finally saw thick clouds, heavy rain and strong winds in front of them, and Huan Zhen's aura was inside.
Lin Xuanting suddenly drew his sword, and thunder rumbled across the sky, intending to cut through the clouds.
At this time, fairy music sounded in the void, and there seemed to be thousands of flying flowers. As if in a dream, a woman in white clothes, holding a black long sword, walked up in the air.
Although the sword was not drawn, the Qi machine sensed it and tightly entangled Lin Xuanting.
Lin Xuanting said calmly: "But Fairy Tianmeng, I have long heard that you and Yanxu are lovers, and it turned out to be true when we met today."
The woman in white said calmly: "Lin Xuanting, you are talking nonsense, do you want to test my Taisu power?"
Lin Xuanting laughed loudly and said: "I have never lied in my life, so why am I talking nonsense? But even if the fairy doesn't admit it, it seems that even a poor man has to give this Tai Sujian a try."
He conveyed his spiritual thoughts to Yu Ming and said, "Senior brother, I will hold Fairy Tianmeng back while you go rescue my nephew. Let's go together."
Yuming naturally agreed. He did not expect that Yanxu not only improved his magical powers, but also connected with Fairy Tianmeng. He also had a group of demon gods under his command. It can be said that the power of one person is enough to fight against Guangqing.
He had previously thought that the Five Immortals of Guangqing were enough to conquer the world, but he did not expect that there had been a series of bad luck recently. Could it be that except for the Four Great Dao Sects, the other Immortal Sects had to flourish and decline, making it difficult for them to last.
Yu Ming suppressed the thought, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and thunder exploded in his ears. Lin Xuanting had already joined hands with his sword, flying around Fairy Tianmeng, and fighting fiercely with her.
Yu Ming did not hesitate, transformed into a mysterious light, broke through the void, and rushed into the heavy rain and wind.