Thunderbolt of the End of the World

"Since it is called 'Xianmen', I wonder if there is a way to prolong life?" Han Wangan asked with a smile. Now that he is old, he naturally pays more attention to this aspect.

As for Han Wang'an's question, it is not surprising that he is tired of receiving the sky. Even Qin Shihuang, the first emperor of the ages, could not resist the temptation of immortality, let alone a foolish monarch like Han Wangan.

The surrounding ministers, Zhang Kaidi, Han Fei, Zhang Liang, and others all felt that Han Wang'an's topic was too far away, but he was a king, and he was so self-willed. Now that Han Wang'an was in high spirits, they didn't want to touch his brows.

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"Have!"

Tired said with certainty.

"Oh!" Han Wangan asked casually, but he didn't expect to be so sworn in by the tiredness, and couldn't help but move in his heart: "Is it really the method of longevity and longevity?"

Tired Shoutian flicked the Buddha dust, his body shone with golden light, and he was quite imposing: "Of course, what the poor Taoist cultivates is longevity, longevity and longevity is naturally a matter of course."

"The way of longevity and happiness!" Han Wangan was almost frightened by Liang's eyes: "There is really a way of longevity in this world!"

If it is said that Longevity and Longevity Han Wangan still believes, but the way of longevity is too illusory, there are doubts in my heart, and there are some longings!

When Ji Wuye saw that Han Wangan seemed to have gotten carried away, he quickly reminded: "Your Majesty, the matter of the ghost soldiers is the most important thing at the moment."

"Cough cough!" Han Wangan coughed twice, whether the technique of longevity exists or not, for the time being, the matter of ghost soldiers is imminent, and it can also be used to test the exhaustion. Thinking of this, Han Wangan straightened his body and tried his best to let himself see it. He got even more dignified: "Master Tien, presumably before your visit, my son Han Fei has already told you, I don't know if you have a solution for the ghost soldiers?"

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Kuan Shoutian thought: "The ghost soldiers in Broken Soul Valley have been cleaned up by the "Devil Soul" long ago, and now there is no more scum! Ji Wuye's abacus was wrong early in the morning, so it's okay to close the end now. it is good!"

Thinking of this, Kuan Shoutian opened his mouth and said: "This matter is not difficult, Pindao can clean up ghosts with "Dance of Sacrifice to Heaven"."

Han Wangan patted the case in front of him and said, "Okay, if the Daoist needs anything, even if he opens his mouth, as long as the few can do it, he will definitely help with all his strength."

For Han Wang'an's words, Kuan Shoutian doesn't take it seriously. Since ancient times, what officials or high-ranking people say can be heard, but they are credible. If they are serious, they will not know how to die.

Tired Shoutian said indifferently: "You don't need too much preparation, you just need a spacious altar."

"Oh, since that's the case, then ask the Taoist priest to move to Broken Soul Valley. The general of the altar has already ordered people to be properly equipped." Ji Wuye said with a sneer.

"Did Pindao say to go to Broken Soul Valley?" Wan Shoutian looked at Ji Wuye with a horny face: "Since the altar is ready, move it to the square in front of the palace!"

"what?"

Ji Wuye looked at Yan Shoutian viciously, but he had ambushed his manpower outside Broken Soul Valley, and waited for Yan Shoutian to throw himself into the net, but Yan Shoutian couldn't say anything, so the preparation he made earlier was not In vain!

Wan Shoutian looked at Ji Wuye as if he wanted to eat people, and said lightly: "What are you surprised about? Who said that to get rid of ghosts, you need to go to the scene!"

"You..." Ji Wuye squeezed his fist with a "click", but he still endured it.

"I'm going to see what tricks you can play!" Ji Wuye's eyes flashed ruthlessly, as if he wanted to attack.

On the other hand, Han Wang An was in high spirits ordering people to prepare, and moved the altar to the square outside the palace.

Then a group of soldiers began to set up in the square, and in a short while, an altar with a width of more than ten meters was erected on the square. .

32 It's better to dance [Subscribe]

The sun is shining.

At noon, in the square outside the palace, a group of soldiers stood around an altar, and a temporary tent was also built on the steps. Han Wangan sat under the tent, Han Fei, Zhang Liang, Zhang Kaidi, Ji. Minister of the Night

stand around.

I saw that on the altar, Tien Shoutian was independent from the world, and around the altar there were purple ribbons hanging.

"Bang...boom...boom...boom..."

In an instant, in the empty square, the bells and drums rang in unison, and a solemn and majestic piece of music was played, but the strange thing was that the person who played the music could not be seen.

The Buddha dust in Tien Shoutian's hand turned, turned into a golden feather fan, stepped on the sky, and at the same time whispered in his mouth:

"The generation of spring and autumn, surpassing the achievements of the mighty gods;

Hold a feather fan to sing, and set up a drapery to make a sound;

On auspicious days, the weather is good, and the dance is graceful and splendid;

Miaomiao, the wind returns, and the heaven and earth are knocked back to the four directions;"

The figure is elegant and elegant, but it also contains a strange melody, which makes people unable to help but be fascinated by it.

"Two-five-zero" "The maple trees are falling and dancing at the gate of heaven, and they are riding on the mysterious clouds;

The dripping water is condensed, and the gathering is boundless;

The wind is gradually rising, and the sound is flickering;

Life is stacked upon the clouds, and I sue the Lei Shi for a quick patrol;"

"Crack, Kick!"

The dance of the tired harvest sky is getting faster and faster, strong and powerful without losing its softness, ethereal and agile without being distorted, golden shadows on the altar, and then the wind and clouds are surging. Walk.

When I hear Fenglong, I get angry, and the sun and the moon are frequent;

Fascinated by evil and good, too much interest, determined by mountains and rivers, the sky descends.

At the end of the dance, the golden light broke through the sky, and the sky appeared a vision. In Xinzheng City, I was shocked to see the phenomenon of wild waves rolling up the sky, like a river hanging upside down, which attracted countless people in Xinzheng City to kneel and pray.

"Boom... pat... pat..."