Lu Jingwei really couldn't figure it out, he just ran away from home, how could he have the "lucky" to encounter such an earth-shattering event, big enough to be included in the history books of the twelve continents, and passed down for thousands of years.

so funny!

"Cough, cough," Banshou tried to break Lou Jiang's hand apart, raised the astrolabe tremblingly, and squeezed out a wry smile that was uglier than crying, "Xiaodao also hoped that he was talking nonsense, but this time It's not my hexagram at all, it's the celestial aspect shown by the astrolabe... see for yourself!"

Pushing the astrolabe in Guigu is equivalent to the status of Taiyijian in Taiyizong. It is also one of the "Three Trigrams of Piqi", which is famous all over the world. It consists of two plates superimposed. The inner three layers of the hexagram above are astrolabes, and the outer three layers are divided into twelve grids, marked with Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai. The outer plate is the fixed plate, which is divided by two horizontal and vertical lines. There are 28 dark red beads all over the concave canals.

At this moment, the black miasma is circulating in the southeast corner of the astrolabe, covering the corresponding stars of Qingzhou.

"What does this mean?" Lou Jiang asked, pointing to the third floor outside the inner disk.

There is also a silver needle on the outer three layers of the twelve earthly branches inscribed on the inner plate, which points to the "zi" grid.

"The outer three-level table hour," Banshouzi was as pale as paper, "that is to say...the Great Wilderness expands, and Qingzhou will occur at the hour. That is, four hours later."

"Four hours?! Not so much!"

Lu Jing approached and wanted to take a closer look at the astrolabe. What if the sky was too dark and missed it?

The light illuminates the entire astrolabe, and every groove and every scale on the hexagram plate is clearly visible! Lu Jing jumped forward and fell out of the door. Then everyone flew out like frightened swifts.

A branch-shaped lightning struck the gate, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire street as bright as day. The redwood corridor was broken in two, and the Yan-wing buildings on both sides were smashed. The fire burned and was doused by heavy rain. Black smoke billows into the sky.

"Fuck! Almost five thunders hit the top!"

Lu Jing was shocked.

The moment the lightning struck, Qiu Bodeng kicked him out, otherwise Lu Jing wouldn't end up any better than Que Lang. It's true that the monks in the fixed soul period will not be struck to death by a lightning strike. The problem is that Lu Jing's fixed soul period is mixed with water and mixed into a vast ocean. The electrical conductivity is excellent.

No one heard what Lu Jing said.

The thunder drowned out the sky and the earth, and everyone felt like ants being thrown onto a giant drum, and their flesh and blood souls were shaken together.

Lightning fell from head to toe, and concentrated on the nine cities that stretched thousands of miles on Xuanwu's back. The human buildings piled up with earth, wood, tiles and stones were used as its stage. Thousands of silver lights were like fireworks between the sky and the earth. In the fireworks, one after another, the painted lofts were smashed into pieces in the blazing white, the heavy eaves flew obliquely, the stacks collapsed, and they died in an instant.

Screaming, crying.

People rushed out of the houses and ran huddled in the streets.

Living in Cangming has made the people of Zhunan accustomed to the violent storms. Many people can even chat while wrapped in quilts. The disciple of Ying Longsi, who patrols our street, sounds like a good-natured person. Buy us a drink; or complain that the humidity is too heavy, and the joints hurt again... They thought that this time the sea lock would be the same as before, just close the doors and windows, stay in the house honestly, and wait a month or two. ended. Even if the flutes just responded to Longsi's disciple's request for help came one after another, everyone was just a little worried, and few people stuck their heads out to cause them trouble.

Until the lightning strikes, shattering all illusions.

The five of them got together again, jumping and running on the ridge street, dodging lightning.

This time everyone smelled blood.

The power of the densely falling lightning was terrifyingly terrifying, and sometimes a lightning flash passed, and the stone surface of the entire street was overturned. This is no longer the category of thunder on rainy days, but the entire Zhunan was thrown into the electric halberd forest! Often the lightning flashes, and the crowded and fleeing crowds turn to ashes one by one.

The smell of burning wood and the smell of burning flesh and fat mixed together, making everyone's hearts covered with a layer of dust.

The hexagrams that push the horoscope are being confirmed step by step.

The prelude to the fall of Qingzhou is being staged in front of everyone.

Qiu Bodeng and the five people ran wildly from the lightning after another, pulling away the fallen old man, the frightened child, and the woman who couldn't run fast. Before that, they didn't even know that their light energy and body technique could be so fast, but when you watch a living person about to be chopped into coke in front of your eyes, your body reaction can even surpass your thinking.

Lou Jiang felt that what circulated in the meridians was no longer spiritual energy, but swords and fires. He knew that this was a symbol of the mental method being pushed to the limit. He needed to meditate immediately, otherwise there was a danger of backlash. Others were no better than him, but no one stopped.

"How to do!"

The half-counter shouted at the top of his throat.

No one answered him.

The lightning was endless, and they didn't know how many people died in the entire city, nor how many people could be saved.

This is an unstoppable catastrophe.

A white jade umbrella flew high above Canghua City in Cangnan, and the shadow of the umbrella instantly expanded, covering a full third of the city.Lightning strikes the surface of the umbrella, like countless dazzling refinements.In the thunderous roar, a crisp female voice with added spiritual power rolled out:

"Ying Longsi disciple obeyed the order-"

"Five people in a group! Three people escort them. After the two are broken, they will immediately retreat to the inner city!"

Hearing this voice, Lou Jiang's expression suddenly relaxed.

"It's Tang Ge, who is in charge of Yinglong Division!" he said happily, "that umbrella is her natal magic weapon!"

Even Lu Jing, the second-generation ancestor who was usually the most annoying elders to talk about, was invigorated.After all, everyone is only a teenager. In the face of this catastrophe that involves thousands of lives, they will be at a loss and subconsciously look for elders who can rely on them.