Chapter 792 Twin Stars (Asking for Monthly Votes)
Gao Lan stood on the throne, holding the Northern Zhou emperor's jade seal in his hand high, and the Human Emperor Sword pointed diagonally, and the pale golden light became stronger, making the whole palace golden and magnificent.
The sun, moon and stars floated on the top of the palace, and mountains and rivers filled the surroundings. The palace evolved into a world, with many phantoms crawling inside, including solemn and noble gods, immortals who were indifferent to the world, murderous and corrupt demons, and various kinds of big monsters.
The Human Emperor Sword, a peerless magic weapon that stopped the monsters from messing with the earth, ended the mythological era, and opened the prosperity of the human race!
The sword body was stained with the blood of immortals, gods, demons, and monsters, condensed into the figures of various races on the back, and fused with the blood of the strong men of the human race from generation to generation. Tens of thousands of years of the mind of the race was sharpened, and it was strong to the top, overwhelming the world, and the kingly way was the first!
In Changle City, the chaos of many days made many common people feel uneasy. Some prayed to gods, some relied on the strong, and some fell into evil ways. At this moment, they were all shocked at the same time, and a majestic voice sounded in their minds:
"I am Gao Lan, the Lord of the Great Zhou. I protect my subjects and do not allow immortals, gods, demons and monsters to plunder!"
Every commoner felt that this voice was full of prestige, and was moved involuntarily, as if they had found the backbone and the leader who led them to support each other and avoid disasters. Some of them knelt on the ground, some burst into tears, some were excited, and some united as one, and a stream of invisible breath rushed into the void.
"I am Gao Lan, the Lord of the Great Zhou. I protect my subjects and do not allow immortals, gods, demons and monsters to plunder!"
Peijing, Lulong, Juyuan, every city, every village, and every subject of the Northern Zhou Dynasty had similar voices in their hearts, and they sounded at the same time, regardless of distance, high or low, their beliefs, their wills, and their desires were connected invisibly.
Outside a county city, the "Six-Destroying Yama Statue" slapped down with one palm, destroying the city defense formation, and the heroes and ordinary people inside fell into despair at the same time.
Just then, they heard Gao Lan's voice, so they grabbed the last straw.
Suddenly, light rose into the sky, and a statue of an emperor appeared above the city. He was wearing a bright yellow emperor robe, a flat crown, handsome and indifferent, with very thin lips. It was Gao Lan himself. He actually crossed hundreds of thousands of miles and appeared here in an instant.
Gao Lan swung the pale golden long sword in his hand, and the images of immortals, gods, demons and monsters engraved on the back were all highlighted. The blood of the strong men who had been integrated in the past flowed immortally and finally fixed on the "evil demon image"!
The kingly intention was revealed, the evil demon aura dissipated, and the "Six-Destroying Yama Statue" was like meeting a nemesis, and its movements were slow. The surrounding sea of vitality was opened, and the destructive air mass that exploded everywhere was split into two halves like tofu.
The pale golden long sword fell, and the Six-Destroying Yama Statue was split into two, returning to an evil bone.
The Emperor Sword comes out, the evil demon surrenders!
On the border between Northern Zhou and the grassland, Gao Lan's figure suddenly appeared again above a city and jumped into the heights, where Daman and He Qi were fighting.
His face was stern, and he also carried the image of mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars, and swung out another sword.
Seeing Gao Lan attacking him, Daman was quite surprised, but he quickly regained his composure and grabbed his hand. Countless points of wish power gathered into a statue, and the statue was burning with golden divine fire.
As soon as the statue appeared, it pounced on Gao Lan, and there were vines wrapped around its body behind it, and strange insects flying all over the sky, all of which were transformed by witchcraft and magical powers, trying to block it for a moment.
Gao Lan's eyes were indifferent, his thin lips were tightly closed, he replaced the sky with himself, reversed the position, and immediately stood above the statue and various witchcraft and magical powers, and then chopped the Emperor Sword vertically.
Pale gold flows, blood changes, the picture of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and rivers behind Gao Lan remains unchanged, but the immortals, gods, demons and monsters lingering around him suddenly shrink, leaving only the appearance of gods, noble and superior gods.
The long sword hit the statue, the golden flames dissipated, the light spots of will power dissipated, and turned into rain all over the sky, without any resistance. The witchcraft and immortal heaven behind were also flattened with one sword, as if they had met their natural nemesis.
Seeing the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and rivers engraved on the front of this pale gold long sword, and the figures of immortals, gods, demons and monsters crawling on the back, and farming, fishing and herding, and the various forms of human beings written on the hilt, Daman was suddenly shocked and blurted out:
"Human Emperor Sword!"
Man conquers nature, the enemy of immortals, gods, demons and monsters!
And it seems to have awakened to the level of earthly immortals! Daman knew that the Human Emperor Sword was powerful, and he no longer had the will to fight. He hurriedly used his life-saving magic and planned to escape.
Unfortunately, if he had only encountered Gao Lan one-on-one, he would have had a chance to survive. At this moment, when the Human Emperor Sword cut off his "substitute", the blue-green divine spirit's true body not far away was forced out by the invisible sword energy and was caught up by Gao Lan.
After a few breaths, Daman stood in mid-air, and sword energy gushed out from the blue-green divine spirit's true body from inside to outside, disintegrating inch by inch, and even the blue-black strange vine staff was restrained by Gao Lan.
Daman fell, Changshengtian was immortal, and with enough incense, he could be reborn, but it was unknown how many years it would take.
At this time, He Qi suddenly raised his head and looked up to the sky, only to see a purple meteor streaking across the sky. His pupils shrank immediately, and he was shocked:
"Cui Qinghe has fallen!"
Gao Lan looked up, turned around, and faced the south. His flat crown was not messy, and his bright yellow robe moved with the wind. He was majestic and solemnly announced to all directions:
"I am Gao Lan, the Lord of the Great Zhou. Wherever there are people of my Great Zhou, there is me!"
This is the magic of the Human Emperor Sword and the Emperor's Jade Seal!
As soon as the voice fell, Gao Lan appeared at the border between the Northern Zhou and the Great Jin, and then combined his body with the sword, and the pale golden light cut through the void, rushing towards a long-awaited enemy.
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In the Shaolin Temple, in the stupa, the monk Konghui of the Sutra Repository sat on the top floor. In front of him was a sword stained with the breath of the world, the Ananda Sword. There were Buddha statues all around, and under each Buddha statue was a glass-like relic, which was transformed after the death of the great monks of the past generations, including the Arhat relics and even the Bodhidharma relics!
Because he was injured, not only the head of the Bodhi Court Wusi and the elder of the Bodhi Court Wuwang assisted in controlling the formation, but even the head of the Bodhi Court Kongjian, who had been facing the wall for ten years, was allowed to go out for a short time to inspect all sides of the temple and prevent hidden dangers. Only the former head of the Discipline Court Wujing, who was deeply possessed by the devil, was still imprisoned at the lower level of the stupa.
As for the elder Xuanbei of the Bodhi Court and the junior brother of the abbot Kongwen, Kongxiang, one was sitting in the gate of Nirvana and the other was sitting in the dry meditation. Because it was far from the moment of life and death, and the defense was as solid as a rock, they did not disturb them.
In the most inconspicuous and neglected servants' yard, Xuanxin, a fat monk with a bulging belly, looked at the sky, calculated the time, and suddenly stood up, throwing away the fat meat and wine. His smiling expression became solemn, and there was a bit of pleasure and relief.
He shook his head, and his body suddenly became bigger, nine feet long, covered with white hair, with wings on his back. It turned out to be a monster, a monster covered by the art of transformation!
Xuanxin spit out a gourd from his mouth, pointed his hand, and a white light rose from the gourd. A banner was hung in the white light, with five colors and thousands of lights.
"It's been boring for more than ten years, and it's finally starting!" He shook it gently, and all the monsters under the stupa in the back mountain suddenly cried out. One of them was powerful and terrifying, not inferior to the Peacock Demon King, which made the stupa shake and the relics inside shine brightly, and the color was like colored glaze. In addition, there were many demon-level auras.
"The Bai Ze demon king suppressed by Yuan Kong Patriarch is still alive?" The stupa shook, and Kong Hui was slightly surprised. Although the demon race has always had a longer lifespan than humans, the Bai Ze demon king should have died long ago!
Without bothering to figure out the reason, he formed a seal with his hands, chanted in a low voice with awe, and the relics flew up and were embedded in various places in the stupa. The Bodhidharma relic jumped into Kong Hui's palm, shining with Ananda's sword. Wu Si and Wu Wang hurried to help control the shaking mountain protection formation, where there was a glazed fetal barrier interwoven with countless swastikas and scriptures such as the Prajna Sutra.
For a moment, the stupa was all glazed, showing the realm of Vajra, firmly suppressing the demons at the bottom of the stupa.
Outside the gate of Shaolin Mountain, an elegant middle-aged man waited with his hands behind his back. He had a handsome face, black hair, and a wooden hairpin tied casually. He had a kind of magical charm like a god or demon. It was the "magic master" Han Guang.
He did not go to Xuantian Sect, but came to Shaolin Temple!
Han Guang was followed by a gray-haired master with an ugly face, like a ghost or demon.
Seeing the Shaolin formation shake, Han Guang seemed to have expected it. He pressed his right hand leisurely, and time slowed down. The layers of swastikas and scriptures that flowed suddenly solidified.
He accurately grasped the fleeting flaw!
"Attacking" Shaolin Temple is also attacking the righteous way!
Han Guang grabbed with his left hand, and the two figures disappeared. The Liuli Taizang barrier was instantly restored, and there seemed to be no abnormality.
Somewhere in the back mountain, Han Guang's figure flashed, penetrated the void, and entered the secret path.
He was very fast and arrived at the fork in the road in an instant. There was a senior monk guarding there.
The monk was wearing a red cassock and had a withered face, like a rotten wood. He sensed someone approaching and was about to ask, but he had already fallen into the slow time and was slapped down by Han Guang, turning into dust.
Han Guang kept walking until he reached the place where "Loyalty, kindness, and benevolence, do not enter this door."
He turned around and said to the gray-haired master: "Use the magic power to open this door. After the matter is completed, I will return your adopted son to you."
"Yes, master." The gray-haired master had an ugly face and a crazy look in his eyes, which was full of evil.
Han Guang wore a wide robe with big sleeves, and waited with his hands behind his back. His face was angular and his temperament was mature and deep. He smiled slightly in his heart:
"The current situation is chaotic and the world is changing. It's just a small matter. The only way is to improve yourself!"
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Meng Qi didn't know where he broke through the air. Anyway, it was a desolate mountain and there was no strong breath nearby.
He only felt that his sleeves were about to explode, so he quickly swung them and threw out the leader of the Golden Horde warriors, Hasuula. The long sword in his right hand was very fast, and he followed and slashed at the enemy.
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In the Sword Washing Pavilion, Jiang Zhiwei was responsible for the order inside the gate to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos.
Suddenly, she felt something in her heart and looked up to the sky, only to see a purple meteor streaking across the sky.
"Cui Qinghe has fallen." A familiar voice sounded in her ears.
"Master! Are you out of retreat?" Jiang Zhiwei turned around in surprise and saw her own master Su Wuming, dressed in green, empty, as if he had no self and no things. He had a handsome face, but his eyes were indifferent and deep, as if he had experienced many worldly affairs and rolled in many worldly affairs.
Su Wuming nodded slightly, and there seemed to be some emotion in his tone: "It is always difficult to be perfect in the world. There are fifty great derivatives, and one is still escaping. There is no need to force it."
As soon as the voice fell, a piece of mirror fragment flew out of his hand and floated in front of him.
This fragment was dark and lightless, but it seemed to be able to reflect all kinds of phantoms and infinite universes.
Jiang Zhiwei's heart moved, thinking of what the little monk said, and blurted out:
"Haotian mirror fragment!"
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