That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 670

Xiao Yu sat solemnly on the dragon chair, as if he had completely merged with the whole mausoleum, and said slowly: "I am fighting against the sky, it is between me and the way of heaven, you are just a person who has not yet ascended. Ordinary people, how can they do things for the heavens?"

"So, you are presumptuous!"

The word presumptuous is like an emperor scolding his ministers. Even if the emperor is only a child and the ministers are in their prime, they still have to feel infinite fear.

There seemed to be a real thunderclap in Qingchen's ear, and he slid back more than ten feet, and the "burden" that had been shaken down was oppressed on him again, making him feel like a heavy mountain.

Qing Chen tried his best to stand up straight, with a calm smile, "Xiao Yu, you need to know that the law of heaven is ruthless. As the emperor of the world to which the will of heaven belongs, you run counter to the law of heaven. In the mausoleum, if you say that Pindao is presumptuous, then go ahead and let Pindao see how much power you have left as a human emperor!"

Xiao Yu's majestic voice sounded again: "Qingchen, although I am no longer the emperor, and it is difficult to use the sword of the emperor, don't forget that I was already in the realm of the twelfth floor of the earth fairy 50 years ago. Although you attained the Tao earlier than me, you still failed to take that crucial step. Now that you and I have roughly the same level of cultivation, and I have the blessing of this Ming Tomb, I am afraid that your method of beheading the three corpses will be of no use to me. !"

It was just a few words, but the sound was vibrating, like the rolling thunder from the nine heavens, rippling in the void with ripples visible to the naked eye.

Qingchen laughed loudly, held the sword in his right hand, and slapped his left hand on the position of his heavenly spirit.Three incarnations of three corpses appeared, standing around Qingchen himself, and the purple-gold aura that was already a little wobbly condensed again.

Qing Chen said in a deep voice: "Those who belong to my school of experience, although they have the ability to see the secrets of the sky, they will inevitably be punished by the heavens for leaking the secrets, or they will lose their lives or be disabled. There was nothing to be punished by God, so the heaven cast a sin, and the gate of heaven was not opened, so that the impoverished Taoist had to stay in the human world for 60 years. If you can prevent you from becoming a Taoist today, you will definitely be able to pay off your sins and prove your longevity."

Xiao Yu asked with a smile: "Qingchen, why do you think I left Buddha Bodhi to you? Could it be to help you become enlightened?"

At some point, Qing Chen stretched out a hand, and in his palm was Buddha Bodhi.

He said slowly: "If Pindao's expectations are right, you and I are both people who have been offended by the sky, so you still need an opportunity to prove the Tao and live forever, and you want to use Pindao as your opportunity."

Xiao Yu praised insincerely: "The real man really knows things like a god."

As soon as the words fell, the entire ninth-floor mausoleum finally showed the true face of Xumi mustard. It was no longer just the size of an ordinary underground palace, but expanded rapidly in all directions, just like what Xu Beiyou saw when he was traveling in spirit. The sky is so high and the earth is so deep that people don't even know where they are in a trance.

Originally, the distance between Xu Beiyou and Xiao Zhinan was only more than twenty feet. After the ninth floor of the mausoleum suddenly became larger, the distance between the two also rapidly increased. Xiao Yu's dragon chair and Lin Yinping's phoenix seat were even more As if far away in the sky.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Xiao Yu raised his hand and said softly, "The wind is coming."

Follow the law.

Countless winds suddenly blew from all directions of Qingchen, and after these winds gathered in one place, they spiraled up and turned into a huge tornado that stretched across the sky, connecting the sky and the earth, and it was incomparably magnificent. Looking up from where Xu Beiyou was, it was as if A black evil dragon, baring its teeth and claws, ravages one side.

For a while, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, as if it was a chaos, and it was difficult to distinguish east, west, north, south, up, down, left, and right.

Qing Chen smiled slightly, "The sky is full of blades."

The young Qingchen took a step forward, stepping forward and drawing a strange talisman in front of him.

There is wind coming from outside the sky, it is the wind of the sky, condensing the wind into a blade, like a "scythe" tens of miles long hovering in the air.

Qing Chen bent his index finger, and flicked it.

I kill the Yin wind with the wind of the sky.

The "sickle" slammed down, tearing the sky, cutting out waves of ripples, and cutting the Yinfeng Tornado into two neatly.

However, the "scythe" condensed by the sky wind also disintegrated into countless wisps of breeze after this cut, and gradually dissipated between the sky and the earth.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Xiao Yu propped his chin with his hands, with a calm expression, and said two words calmly: "Rain is coming."

After the words, countless fine raindrops fell from the sky, densely packed, tens of thousands, but quietly, like a happy rain on a spring night that flows into the night with the wind.

In the human world, wandering Taoists who catch ghosts and eliminate demons all know one thing. If the place is filled with yin, there will be a sense of dampness. Xiao Yu used Yin Qi to turn rain, and the Yin Qi contained in it was heavy enough to turn an ordinary immortal cultivator into a dead zombie.

Qing Chen said in a deep voice: "Nine Yin Xuandang."

The middle-aged Qingchen opened his arms and waved his sleeves.

The rain that was falling suddenly froze in mid-air, and then changed its downward trend and flew upwards in an unreasonable way.

The cloudy and rainy sky that had not yet fallen to the ground was lifted back to the nine heavens by Qingchen Shengsheng.

The newborn rain is still falling from top to bottom.

The cloudy rain that was carried back by Qingchen rose from the bottom up.

Two by two collided, and two by two killed each other.

After about a stick of incense, the two disappeared, and the world returned to peace.

Xiao Yu's voice was no longer calm and breezy, it was like the rumble of thunder behind the clouds, rolling in, "The wind and rain are coming."

Call the wind and shake the rain.

Countless black clouds gathered from all directions like the rising tide of the sea, turning into billowing black clouds with a size of hundreds of mu, covering the sky above Qingchen's head.

Qing Chen looked up with a calm face.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled and surged, and then slowly began to press down, as if black clouds were pressing down on the city, and the sky became darker and darker.

Suddenly the wind blows up, as if it wants to blow people's souls away, making the Taoist robes of green dust flutter, the black clouds above suddenly darken, and countless raindrops turn into a thread, pouring down.

It is cloudy and rainy, the wind brings rain, and the rain rides the wind.

At the same time, there were bursts of thunder rolling away above the sea of ​​clouds, and occasionally a few winding electric lights peeked out of the black clouds, making the dark sky brighter for an instant.

The urgent, dense, heavy, and cold raindrops hit Qingchen's body, splashing a layer of white mist, and the layers of white mist were connected together, leaving only a vast expanse of white mist between the sky and the earth.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, a smear of black quietly stained Qingchen's Taoist robe, and as the rain became heavier, the blackness also began to spread rapidly, countless Yin Qi attached to Qingchen's body, like a gangrene attached to the bone, unable to break free At the same time, it is still desperately penetrating into Qing Chen's body, intending to corrupt his body, energy, and soul.

Qing Chen tossed the Seven Kills and Slashing Spirit Sword high up.

The old man Qingchen pointed to the sky with one hand and covered the ground with the other.

A majestic aura rose from under his feet, along the direction of his finger, slowly ascending into the sky and into the sky.

It has been submerged in the dark clouds like ink in the sky above.

"Edict." The elderly Taoist spit out a word.

The rain was heavier, almost like a fairy splashing water in the sky.

In this vast rain curtain, there is a pillar of air as thick as a mountain, connecting the sky and the earth.

In this pillar of energy, the Seven Killing and Slashing Spirit Swords transform into one into two, two into four, four into eight, and eight into tens of millions.

Countless flying swords lined up one by one, pointing upwards.

(End of this chapter)