961 Qingcheng Zhangren: The Higher the Tao, the Higher the Devil.
In Paradise Lost, four streams of wealth lingered around Wei Xun, and the remaining souls of the four gods of wealth stood behind him. He had an ancient hairpin in his hand, the hairpin was mainly green, supplemented by white, and the texture was as smooth as jade. The green part was faintly engraved with delicate landscape patterns, and the white part was engraved with cloud patterns and mist patterns, like clouds and mist falling in the mountains, with golden patterns interweaving in between, like sunshine, but more noble than sunshine, the brilliant gold finally gathered into a golden hairpin head. The hairpin head was like auspicious clouds rising up, but if you look closely, it is not auspicious clouds, but the crown of a money tree.
This is exactly the external appearance of the Zhaogongshan blessed land. Wei Xun didn't plunder the entire mountain into the Lost Paradise. If so, Qingcheng Zhangren would definitely fight them to the death. Neither he nor the Dream Chaser would have a good ending. Wei Xun only took the space gate of Zhaogong Mountain's blessed land. However, even so, the terrible power that was stirred up in Qingcheng Mountain a second before returning to the Lost Paradise also made people feel lingering fear.
"Such a strong pollution."
Beside Wei Xun, the Dream Chaser stared at the tightly closed gate of the Lost Paradise with a very solemn expression: "The power of the pollution just now is not much weaker than the 30th degree north latitude!"
While Wei Xun set fire to Zhaogong Mountain all the way, the Dream Chaser also spread sand on Zhaogong Mountain without leaving any trace. However, what he spread was not the gray sand full of pollution, but the colorful soul sand that could take people into the Sahara but did not carry pollution itself, just to make a second-hand preparation. If the situation is not right, he can always take Wei Xun to the Sahara. The 30th degree north latitude is considered to be first-class pollution. Even the tentacles of the hotel cannot penetrate too deep. There must be no power that can stop them.
But just at the moment when the mountains shook, the dream chaser felt that the colorful soul sand he had scattered was actually rolled into the rocks and soil. The Sahara power on it was instantly wiped out and completely disconnected from him! And this was just the distracted hand of the Qingcheng father-in-law during the fierce battle with the master-in-chief - was it really just a distraction? He let Wei Xun take away the Zhaogong Mountain blessed land? Suddenly realizing that Wei Xun had not spoken since returning to the Lost Paradise, the dream chaser suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart and immediately looked at Wei Xun, but he saw that the four originally docile wealth suddenly pierced his collarbones and heart throat like a sharp sword, and the four wealth gods soul fragments that had surrendered to him burst into a raging fire!
However, this raging fire was not Wei Xun's flame. The fire exploded and burned, and five-colored green smoke rose up. A terrifying might was about to descend. It was the pressure they felt outside Qingcheng Mountain! As this pressure descended, the originally quiet Paradise Lost was shaken, the World Tree was shaken, the God's wheat seedlings fell, the three Nordic springs boiled, and the deafening thunder roared, and the plain land covered with dark green parasites rose from it, like a mountain rising out of the ground.
Damn it! The power of the Qingcheng master quietly invaded the fragments of the God of Wealth's soul. The power of the Qingcheng master was distorting the Paradise Lost. He wanted to become the host!
The dream chaser immediately tore off the tiger skin with a stern look, transformed into a crystal dream dragon and roared loudly. The moment he shocked Wei Xun's soul, he rushed towards Wei Xun, who was frozen and unable to move, to crash into Wei Xun's spiritual consciousness and fight side by side with him, and expel the power that tried to occupy his body. But at this moment, the guard Xun suddenly looked up and glanced at the dragon. The dream chaser suddenly felt a terrifying pressure on his body, as if a majestic mountain had fallen on him. The slender crystal dragon wailed and tried hard to lift his body, but he could not get rid of this invisible heavy force at all. He could only unwillingly fall to the ground, clenching his teeth and staring at Wei Xun.
I saw the green light flowing in his eyes, and the fairy spirit was ethereal, which was completely different from his previous temperament. The raging fire burned around him, burning on the residual souls of the four gods of wealth and the four wealth that penetrated his body. The pious prayers of the spirit fire came one after another. Obviously, at the same time as the dream chaser took action, the guard Xun brazenly controlled his own flame to cooperate with him to regain control of his body.
It was a pity that the dream chaser was suppressed before he could succeed, and the flame controlled by Wei Xun had not been able to launch a counterattack. In the flow of green light, the door dissipated with a puff, like a candle being extinguished.
This is the power of fire! Or the flame that was held in the palm of the hand after the power of the three fire gods recognized by Emperor Ming, the Nordic fire god and the Babylonian fire god was extinguished by a casual glance!
[I am the teacher of Emperor Huang, the Five Mountains Immortal, the Dragon Qiao Immortal, the Fire Dao Immortal]
[The lunatics plotted against my blessed land of Mount Qingcheng, and should be punished]
It was the power of the Qingcheng Master! The sutra that came with the Zhaogong Mountain blessed land was not only the polluting power of the Qingcheng Master, but also a wisp of his soul! The indifferent and majestic voice sounded, and in a blink of an eye, the struggles of the gatekeeper Xun and the dream chaser were in vain. They were suppressed in the Lost Paradise and fell into a disadvantage. Wei Xun, the owner of the Lost Paradise, could not stop the energy of Qingcheng Mountain from invading the Lost Paradise. He could only watch the mountains surge up like waves in the roar, just like a replica of the Qingcheng Mountain in the outside world. The Qingcheng Master had planned to rob the thieves and deliberately let Wei Xun plunder the Zhaogong Mountain blessed land into the Lost Paradise to take it away, and to use this garden as his second Taoist temple!
This is a strange space gate that is not disturbed by the outside world. After Wei Xun and his friends entered the range of Qingcheng Mountain, the Qingcheng Master had a vague sense that this person had what he needed most, and now he would not let go. As long as Qingcheng Mountain can stand in the Lost Paradise and be pardoned by the Qingcheng Master himself, his soul can bring in the main soul and even the main body at any time, so as to avoid the pollution from the outside that penetrates deep into the roots of the mountain and reshape the immortal body soaked in pollution.
But Paradise Lost is a very large space gate after all, and it is polluted by the abyss and full of five poisons. It takes more power to overturn and control it. As Wei Xun and the dream chaser are no longer able to resist, the immortal power of Qingcheng Zhangren gradually penetrates into Paradise Lost, and he wants to completely control Wei Xun. The five-colored smoke rises from the four residual souls of the God of Wealth, turning into a blue and red flame that penetrates into Wei Xun's body. The immortal power of Qingcheng Zhangren's invasion gathers in Wei Xun's body, and the soul is completely seated in Wei Xun's spirit.
Wei Xun's eyes completely turned blue, his expression was indifferent, handsome and elegant, his white hair rose without wind, and tied into a Taoist bun. A ray of blue-gold light passed by, and the hairpin transformed from Zhaogong Mountain Blessed Land automatically flew up and was pinned into Wei Xun's bun. The blue flame turned into blue clouds, crushed into the cloth of the sky, folded into a crown covering the sky, and fell on the top of Wei Xun's head. The red flames turned into a red and purple Taoist robe, covering Wei Xun's windbreaker.
The brilliance was gone, returning to the original state. At this point, all the immortal power of Qingcheng Zhangren who quietly sneaked into the Lost Paradise returned to Wei Xun's body. Except for the sunglasses on his face and the boots on his feet, Wei Xun's whole person was completely changed, like a fairy. The talisman seized from the armed police was taken by 'he', and he casually drew a few lines on the talisman paper with his fingers. This talisman was like a reborn and blooming, filled with the mellow and pure power of rocks. Then 'he' threw it casually, and these talismans automatically flew towards the three springs and the World Tree.
Gods can only exert their strongest strength on the land that believes in themselves and has their own myths and legends. Any god who dares to easily conquer another pantheon will not have a good harvest. These three springs brought back from Norse mythology made Qingcheng Zhangren feel uncomfortable, so it is better to seal them first.
However, at the moment when he threw down the talisman to seal the spring water, an angry cow moo suddenly came from the distance of the Lost Paradise that was being transformed! The big cow born in the Jinlunga Divide in Northern Europe was originally eating grass happily in a corner at the end of the world, but suddenly saw the mud surging like the waves overturning its food bowl! This is intolerable, the big cow mooed angrily, raised its huge hoof, and stepped on the two newly stacked mountains with one hoof. The milk river that was originally pushed outward by the expanding mountains immediately rushed towards the deep pit trampled by the cow's hoof. In an instant, a milk lake was formed. The parasites began to grow wildly under the nourishment of the abundant polluted milk. In a blink of an eye, the newly stacked bald mountains were covered with green.
No! Wei Xun's blue eyes widened slightly. When he swept the entire garden with his immortal power, he did not find this huge evil cow. Why did it suddenly appear here? Just now, when the mountains were piled up, all these stinking mushrooms were overturned under the soil, extremely fragile. But now they showed extremely strong and tenacious vitality. In a blink of an eye, they were like a dark green fungus blanket that firmly covered the mountain derived by his immortal power, and even made him unable to retract his power.
Something was wrong, and Qingcheng Zhangren suddenly became alert, but before he could do anything else, Wei Xun's eyes suddenly flashed with a light other than green. The song of the fallen angels suddenly resounded throughout the Lost Paradise. The seven fallen angels flapped their wings and flew out from behind the big cow. Before people arrived, the song of Satan was already singing. This entire Lost Paradise was Satan's territory. Qingcheng Zhangren's immortal power was like a god going abroad and could not move an inch of land. It was immediately suppressed.
And at this moment, the door only felt a huge force sweeping over, pushing the golden mountain and overturning the jade pillar, causing Qingcheng Zhangren to fall to the ground. The crystal dragon, who had been unable to stand up due to the invisible gravity, stood up without knowing when. Although the dragon power was still acting on him, like a mountain, he moved flexibly as if he didn't feel it at all, and knocked Qingcheng Zhangren into the spring behind him!
Plop!
With a sound of water, Qingcheng Zhangren fell into the spring of fate. The spring water from Norse mythology drowned him, and the fallen angels from Hebrew mythology surrounded him outside the spring. Obviously, this was in the native land, and outside was Qingcheng Mountain, but his power was endlessly compressed at this moment, and he completely lost control of the door for a while. What else can be said? Qingcheng Zhangren's eyes were faintly burning with anger. He knew that when he was calculating this space door, he was also in the calculation of these two daring people and dragons.
However, even so, they still underestimated an immortal. Qingcheng Zhangren's eyes were filled with green light, and the hairpin transformed from the blessed land of Zhaogong Mountain fell out of his white hair. His soul can completely leave through the Zhaogong Mountain blessed land. This small space door can't trap him at all--
Hmm?
The green light in Wei Xun's eyes was struggling more and more obviously, like a wisp of green wind hitting the invisible door. However, no matter how violently the green light rose, it couldn't leave Wei Xun's body at all, just like a big fish caught in a net!
"It can accommodate so many butterfly fragments. Unless I take the initiative, they can't leave my heart at all."
"Your soul has finally come in, and you still want to leave?"
A cheerful and smiling male voice sounded, no longer anxious when trying to control the flame to turn over before, and seemed extremely calm and casual. Wei Xun's eyes at this moment have become one blue and the other blue-purple, like the breeze, the bright moon and the butterfly falling into his eyes. And in the blue-purple pupils, there is a faint figure of a Taoist sitting cross-legged in meditation, his face seems helpless, and there is a faint voice, gentle and clear, as if persuading.
[He is the soul of Qingcheng Zhangren and the teacher of Huangdi. He should be respected. If we really want to fight to the death, there will be some minor troubles.]
The person who spoke was the residual soul of Taoist Kongkong! After returning to the hotel, for his safety, Wei Xun had always kept him inside his body and kept him with him. He also brought him with him when he went to Qingcheng Mountain this time. In fact, Wei Xun had received a warning from Taoist Kongkong the moment he entered the mountain, and knew that the Qingcheng Master had already set his sights on him.
The higher the virtue, the higher the evil. Wei Xun simply used his own tricks against him!