Gao Lan stood on His Majesty's side, holding the Imperial Seal of the Northern Zhou Dynasty high in his hand, pointing the Emperor's Sword at an angle, and the light golden light burst out, turning the entire palace into a magnificent sight. ,
The sun, moon and stars floated on the top of the palace, and mountains and rivers filled the surroundings. One palace evolved into a world, and there were many phantoms crawling inside, including majestic and noble gods, immortals who were indifferent to the world, murderous and corrupt demons, and various phantoms. All kinds of great monsters.
The Human Emperor Sword is a peerless magic weapon that stops the demonic chaos on the earth, ends the age of myth, and starts the prosperity of the human race.
The blade of the sword is stained with the blood of immortals, gods and demons, and condenses into the figures of all races on the back. It is also fused with the blood of strong human race generations. After tens of thousands of years of hard work, the clan has become extremely strong, overwhelming the world, and the king of kings.
In Changle City, many days of chaos have made many common people panic. Some pray to gods and Buddhas, some rely on strong men, and some fall into evil ways. At this moment, their hearts are shocked at the same time, and a majestic voice sounds in their minds. :
I am Gao Lan, the lord of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I protect my subjects and do not let immortals, gods and demons plunder them.
One by one, the common people felt that this voice was full of authority and could not help but be moved. They seemed to have found their backbone, the leader who led them and others to support each other and avoid disasters. Some of them fell to their knees, some burst into tears, and some Rejoicing, some united as one, and invisible breath rushed into the void.
I am Gao Lan, the lord of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I protect my subjects and do not let immortals, gods and demons plunder them.
Paijing, Lulong, Juyuan, every city, every village, every subject in the Northern Zhou Dynasty had similar voices ringing in their hearts, ringing at the same time, no distinction between distance, no distinction between high and low, their beliefs, their Will, their desire, are connected invisibly.
Outside a county town. The statue of the Six-Destroyed Yama was knocked down with one palm, destroying the city defense formation. The heroes and ordinary people inside fell into despair at the same time.
At this moment, they heard Gao Lan's voice, and they clutched at the last straw.
Suddenly, light soared into the sky, and a statue of an emperor stood out above the city. He was wearing bright yellow robes and a flat crown, looking handsome and indifferent. With extremely thin lips, he looked like he was Gao Lan himself. He actually appeared here across a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant.
Gao Lan swung out the long pale gold sword in his hand, and the images of gods, gods, and demons engraved on the back were highlighted. The blood of the strong men that had been integrated in the past flowed immortally, and finally settled on the image of the demon.
The royal will was revealed, the evil spirit dissipated, and the statue of the Six-Destroyed Yama seemed to have met its nemesis. The movement was unexpectedly slow, and the sea of vitality that collapsed around him opened up, and the destructive air masses that exploded everywhere split into two halves like tofu.
The pale gold sword slashed down, and the statue of the Six-Destroyed Yama was split into two. Restore an evil bone.
The human emperor's sword comes out, and the evil demon gives his head
On the border between the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the grassland, Gao Lan's figure suddenly appeared again over a city. Leap into the high place, where is the battlefield between Daman and He Qi.
His face is stern, and he also bears the images of mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars. Another sword swing.
Daman was quite surprised to see Gao Lan attacking him, but he quickly regained his composure and grabbed his hand. Countless dots of wish power merged into a statue of a god whose whole body was burning with golden divine fire.
As soon as the statue appeared, it rushed towards Gao Lan. There were vines wrapping around the body behind it, and strange insects flying all over the sky. They were all transformed by witchcraft and magical powers, trying to block him for a moment.
Gao Lan's eyes were indifferent, his thin lips were tightly closed, he replaced the sky with himself, reversed his position, and was immediately above the statue of the god and all kinds of witchcraft and magical powers, and then he slashed out the Human Emperor Sword vertically.
The light gold flows, the blood changes, and the image of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers behind Gao Wang remains unchanged, but the immortals, gods, and demons surrounding him suddenly shrink, leaving only the appearance of gods, noble and noble gods.
The long sword struck the statue of the god, and the golden flames dissipated. The light spots of wish power dissipated and turned into flying rain all over the sky. There was no resistance at all. The witchcraft and magical power behind the immortal world was also leveled with one sword, as if it had encountered a natural nemesis.
Seeing the sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers engraved on the front of this long pale gold sword, and the creeping figures of gods, gods and monsters on the back. On the hilt were words about farming, fish and animal husbandry, and various forms of human race. Daman was suddenly startled and blurted out:
Human Emperor Sword
Man can defeat heaven, the enemy of gods, demons and demons
And it seemed that Daman had awakened to the Earth Immortal level, knowing that the Human Emperor Sword was powerful, and no longer had the will to fight, so he hurriedly used his life-saving magical powers and planned to escape far away.
It's a pity that if he only encountered Gao Lan one-on-one, he still had a chance to survive. At this moment, when the Human Emperor Sword cut off his substitute, the real body of the blue god not far away was forced by the invisible and formless sword energy. Go out and be caught up by Gao Lan.
After a few breaths, Daman stood dumbly in the air. Sword energy spurted out from the inside of the blue-blue spirit body, disintegrating inch by inch. Even the strange green-black cane was restrained by Gao Lan.
If Daman falls, he will be immortal and if the incense is enough, he can be reborn, but I don’t know how many years it will take.
At this time, He Qi suddenly raised his head and looked high in the sky, only to see a purple meteor streaking across the sky. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he was shocked in his heart:
Cui Qinghe died
Gao Lan looked up, turned around, and faced the south. His crown was undisturbed, and his bright yellow robe was moving with the wind. He was majestic and solemnly declared to all directions:
I am Gao Lan, the lord of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Wherever I am the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, I will be there.
This is the magical effect of the Human Emperor's Sword and the Emperor's Jade Seal
As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Lan appeared on the border between the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the Da Jin Dynasty. Then he connected his body with his sword, and the pale golden light cut through the void, rushing towards a long-awaited enemy.
In the Shaolin Temple, in the relic pagoda, the Buddhist monk Konghui is sitting on the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion. In front of him is a Jie Dao, Ananda Po Jie Dao, which is stained with the breath of red dust. There are Buddha statues all around, and there are Buddha statues enshrined under each statue. A glass-like relic was transformed after the death of eminent monks of all ages, including Arhat relics and even Bodhidharma relics.
Because he was secretly injured, not only Wusi, the leader of the Bodhi Temple, but Wu Wang, the dean of the Bodhi Temple, was here to help control the formation. Even Kong Jian, the head of the Bodhi Temple who had been facing the wall for ten years, was allowed to go out briefly to inspect various places in the temple. In order to prevent hidden dangers, the only way to prevent hidden dangers is to keep the first Wujing in front of the monastery, which is deeply possessed by demons, on the lower wall of the stupa.
As for the Bodhi Dean, Lao Xuanbei, Kong heard that the abbot's junior brother Kong Xiang was sitting in Nirvana and in meditation. Because he was far from the time of life and death, and he was firmly guarded, he did not disturb them.
And in the most inconspicuous and neglected mess hall, there is the fat monk Xuan Xin with a belly. After looking at the sky and calculating the time, he suddenly stood up, threw away the fat and wine, and his smiling expression became solemn, a little happy and relieved.
He shook his head, and his body suddenly grew larger, reaching nine feet. His whole body was covered with white hair, and there were two wings on his back. It turned out to be a monster, a monster concealed by the art of transformation.
Xuan Xin spit out a gourd from his mouth, pointed his hand, and a white light rose up from the gourd, with a flag hanging in the white light. The colors were divided into five colors, and the light reflected thousands of stripes.
After being bored for more than ten years, he finally started to shake gently, and all the demons roared under the stupa at the back of the mountain. One of the auras was powerful and terrifying, no less powerful than the Peacock Demon King. It caused the stupa to stagger and the relics inside shone brightly. The color is made of colored glaze, and in addition, there are a lot of demon-level auras.
Kong Hui was slightly surprised when the stupa of the demon king Baize who was still alive suppressed by Patriarch Yuan Kong shook. Although the lifespan of the demon race has always been longer than that of the human race, the Demon King Baize should have died at the end of his life long ago
Regardless of the reason, he formed a seal in his hand. Reciting awe in a low voice, the relics flew up one by one and were embedded in various places in the tower. The Bodhidharma relic jumped into Kong Hui's palm and complemented Ananda's breaking sword. Wusi and Wuwang hurriedly helped to control the wavering ones. The mountain-protecting formation is a glazed barrier formed by numerous swastikas and scriptures such as the Prajna Sutra.
For a moment, the stupa was completely covered with colored glass, taking on the appearance of a diamond realm, firmly suppressing all the demons at the bottom of the tower.
Outside the gate of Shaolin Mountain, an elegant middle-aged man is waiting with his hands behind his hands. He has a handsome face, black hair, and a wooden hairpin tied randomly. He has a kind of magical charm like a god and a demon. He is the magician Han Guang.
He did not go to Xuantian Sect, but came to Shaolin Temple
Next to Han Guang was a gray-haired master with an ugly face, like a ghost.
Seeing the Shaolin formation wavering, Han Guang seemed to have expected it. He pressed his right hand leisurely, time slowed down, and the swastikas and scriptures that were flowing layer by layer suddenly seemed to be solidified.
He accurately grasped the fleeting flaws
Attacking Shaolin Temple is also attacking the righteous way
Han Guang grabbed it with his left hand, and the two figures disappeared, and the glazed body barrier instantly recovered, seemingly normal.
Somewhere in the back mountain, Han Guang's figure flashed away, penetrated the void, and entered the secret passage.
He was extremely fast and reached the fork in the road in an instant, where a senior monk was guarding the location.
This monk was wearing a red cassock and had a withered face, like a rotten tree. He sensed someone approaching and was about to ask questions. He was already stuck in the slow time and was photographed by Han Guang, turning into dust.
Han Guang kept walking until he reached the place where love, justice, kindness, and benevolence should not be entered.
He turned around and said to the gray-haired master: Run the magic power to open this door. When the work is completed, I will return your adopted son to you.
Yes, Sect Master. This gray-haired grandmaster has an ugly face and crazy eyes, full of evil.
Han Guang was wearing a wide robe and long sleeves, waiting with his hands behind his hands. His face was sharp and angular, his temperament was mature and deep, and he was slightly moved in his heart:
In today's situation, the world is in chaos, and everything is ups and downs. However, no matter the details, the only way to improve yourself is to improve yourself.
Meng Qi didn't know where he had reached through the air. Anyway, it was a barren mountain and there was no aura of strong men nearby.
He felt that his sleeves and robes were about to explode. He hurriedly swung out the leader of the Golden Horde Warriors, Has'ullah, and connected the long sword in his right hand very quickly, then slashed at the enemy.
In Xijian Pavilion, Jiang Zhiwei is responsible for the order inside the door to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos.
Suddenly, she felt something in her heart. She looked high in the sky and saw a purple meteor streaking across the sky.
Cui Qinghe died. A familiar voice sounded in her ears.
Master, you are out of seclusion. Jiang Zhiwei turned around in surprise and saw her master, Su Wuming, dressed in a green suit, completely empty, as if he was without me or anything. He had a handsome face, but his eyes were indifferent and deep, as if he had gone through several worldly events and had rolled through a lot of worldly affairs. .
Su Wuming nodded slightly, with a hint of emotion in his tone: It is always difficult to achieve perfection in things in this world, and if you have a great development of fifty years, you can still escape one, so there is no need to force it.
As soon as he finished speaking, a mirror fragment flew out of his hand and floated in front of him.
This fragment is dark and dull, but it seems to reflect all kinds of phantoms and infinite universes.
Jiang Zhiwei's heart moved. She remembered what the young monk said and blurted out:
Haotian Mirror fragments. .
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