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83_83700 After just a few hours of work, the outside is already too chaotic to look at.

Accidents are everywhere, ambulances, police cars and fire trucks have been running all over the city since early in the morning. The siren is constantly sounding, but the sound is easy to cause people to panic. .

The special place is so busy that it has become an octopus, and everyone's eight legs are not enough. From south to north, from west to east, there is not even time to pause.

In this case, it is also necessary to control the flow of people, otherwise the more the flow, the more difficult it is to regulate, and the chaos will naturally become worse.

So Long Huaidu all over the world raised the ban at the same time, circled the city, and sealed all the entrances and exits between provinces and cities.

In addition to ordinary people, the situation of little demons and spirits with relatively low morality is not optimistic, and all of them are also covered with black energy, and they are wild everywhere.

But this kind of low-level spirits have the largest number, and at the same time, they can't stop them when they go crazy for a while.

Qinglong Mountain, Puhui Temple, Taowudang, etc. couldn't stand it any longer, and they came out to collect demons.

The dragon locust hotels all over the place are full of spirit monsters that were temporarily thrown in. After clearing a city, the gates are closed, and a group of spirit circles are locked in it without a word.

But even so, it still can't stop the influence of black qi on the world.

After all, those black qi used to come from people, all the dark side, all resentment and jealousy, all came from this vast world, but because the reincarnation collapsed and failed to dissipate in time, it accumulated into a catastrophe later on.

Although it has been forcibly suppressed for so many years, these black qi have returned to the human world, but they still maintain the connection in their essence, and the speed of attaching to the human body and melting into the soul is much faster than everyone imagined!

At the end of the day, almost everywhere was a mess.

When night falls, the yin and yang meet, and the black qi becomes even stronger—

Outside, there were firelights accompanied by sirens and crying, the ground was stained with blood, and the things scattered on the ground were trampled to dust;

In the rivers, lakes and seas, the affected spirits are constantly stirring, fighting in a ball, and the waves raised are higher than each other, and they can't stop them and go straight to the shore, flooding large areas of towns;

The ground was also uneven, the huge earthquakes continued, rumbled, and collapsed countless places...

Disasters are unavoidable.

At the time when the lights were supposed to be on, it was dark in all cities, the power system was half-paralyzed, there were not many street lights left in the streets and alleys, and the ground shaking constantly made people dare not even go back indoors, but it was equally unsafe outside.

In addition, darkness itself will increase people's fear and anxiety, and amplify negative emotions.

For a time, as the night approached, the already uncontrollable situation became worse.

After Qi Chen and the others discussed everything, they took their places and prepared the talisman paper and cinnabar.

On the east side, in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall of Wanling Temple, Huijia sat cross-legged, eyes slightly closed, and a golden Buddha seal floating around her body. His robes were light in color, and his skin was extremely white, making the mole between his eyebrows as red as blood.

There was a low table in front of him, and four thin talismans and a bowl of cinnabar were placed side by side on the old wooden table.

To the south, on a group of jagged boulders in the sea, Dong Mingbo stood on the tip of the boulder with his hands behind his back, and behind him stood Hong Ming, Hu Yi and other high-level high-level officials.

The huge waves that never stopped rushed over again and again, but they never hit them.

To the north, at the top of Yundu Mountain, Daoist Li and his junior brother Shen He, with a group of disciples, flew down from the highest peak, like a banished immortal, stood on the falling cloud platform, rolled the silver-edged Taoist robe in the wind Flying endlessly.

Shen He flicked the dust and turned into a long sword. With his back in his hand, he looked up at the sky, and then nodded to Li Daochang.

And Qushan in the west...

Down the mountain is a chaotic world, and on the mountain is an ancient building that has been silent for too many years.

On the cliff in front of the building, Qi Chen and Long Ya stood side by side.

One held his arm, and the sword light flowed all over his body; the other held a pen loosely in his hand, and the flame of the pen tip flickered.

"The time is almost up." Qi Chen glanced up at the sky.

Long Ya nodded, rushing down the mountain and raising his chin: "Clean up early and stop early, and you can live a peaceful life for hundreds of years!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thick black air at the foot of the mountain suddenly roared even more, and the strong wind suddenly rose, and Shengsheng swept away the thick clouds that covered the sky and covered the sun, and a reddish star appeared on the horizon, like a Is caged with a layer of glowing fire.

The time has come, the wind and clouds are surging, and the stars appear.

South-east, north-west, the four directions move at the same time.

Huijia's eyebrows moved, he opened his eyes and looked up outside the temple, then raised his left hand, with a force on his wrist, the muscles and bones on the back of the thin hand protruded, and a red blood bead like the mole between his eyebrows was on the tip of the middle finger. It poured out and fell drop by drop into the small bowl that contained the cinnabar.

The Buddha's seal around him gradually became clear with the blood dripping from his heart, and the golden Buddha's light along the dripping blood beads also melted into the bowl of cinnabar.

His lips moved lightly, silently reciting the scriptures, the blood beads and Buddha light flowed faster and faster as his lips opened and closed, and the mole between his eyebrows became more and more red.

When the bowl of cinnabar was soaked in blood, Huijia lowered his eyes, gently lifted the small bowl with his thin fingers, stirred it with the index finger of his right hand, and then took a pen with his finger and dropped it on the thin talisman paper. first painting.

At the moment when the fingertips touched the talisman paper, a huge golden Buddha seal emerged from his heart and landed on the thin piece of paper following his rapidly swiping fingers.

Then came the second Buddha seal, the third Buddha seal...

More and more golden Buddha seals emerged from his heart one after another, and they were printed on the talisman paper one after another. The speed was getting faster and faster, and finally it almost became a golden train.

That is the Buddha seal that carries Huijia's hundred years of merit.

In this dilapidated hall, in front of the mottled Buddha statue, in this dim environment with only two candles, it poured out without any hesitation.

On the coast of the South China Sea, the four talisman papers in Director Dong's hands were already floating in front of him.

He has always been well-behaved, and he is just a little simple and honest.

At this time, it was the same when drawing a talisman. He used Hu Yi's hand behind him to draw a deep mouth on his fingertips, and the dripping blood dripped from his upside-down fingertips into a string, which fell into his other hand and held it. of cinnabar.

He has been in charge of Guanghe for thousands of years, and he has suppressed the murderous weapons of his subordinates.

This just happened to neutralize the bloody aura of those murderous weapons.

At this time, those merits also poured out from his body, like his people, with a gentle light, cinnabar mixed into one.

He took out an inconspicuous wolf's hair, dipped a lot of blood cinnabar, and landed on the first talisman paper...

On the top of Yundu Mountain, where the snow does not melt all the year round, Li Daochang and Shen He flew up at the same time, one shot out the talisman paper, threw out the cinnabar, and the other made a stroke of the long sword, using the sword instead of the brush, the sword tip swiped in the air, and not a drop fell to the ground Taking over the cinnabar that had received blood, with a seal of merit, he drew it on the talisman paper.

The rune is extremely complicated, but it can't be broken in one stroke. It can't make mistakes when it is repeated and turned, it must be done in one go.

For the people under the Yundu Mountain Gate, the matter of drawing a talisman is more than adept.

What's more, Li Daochang and Shen He are the best among the people in Yundu Mountain, and they are even more proficient in this way.

The two of them are like two flowing clouds, and they cooperate very well. The golden seal of merit encircles them, almost dazzling people's eyes...

On the top of Mount Qu, before Qi Chen lifted the pen, Long Ya hit his wrist with a knife handle, and the impact made his fingers loose, and the pen fell into Long Ya's hand.

"I said it before, this time I'm here—" Long Ya snorted coldly, while grabbing the pen, he didn't forget to give Qi Chen a glance, then raised his hand and threw out a piece of talisman paper, turning his whole body into a golden streak. The knife light, wrapped in the tip of the pen, stained with blood and cinnabar, and the pen with the sparkling fire, landed on the talisman paper.

Qi Chen couldn't help him, so he raised his hand to hold the pen wrapped in the light of the dragon tooth knife, and swiped on the talisman paper.

The consciousness of the two people is integrated into each stroke.

Qi Chen couldn't even tell which painting was dominated by him and which painting was dominated by Longya Daoguang...

But the nib of the pen was not messed up in the slightest, stroke by stroke, flowing like clouds and flowing water, dragons and phoenixes dancing, without the slightest hesitation.

The complicated runes have long been imprinted in their minds, and it is not difficult to draw them at this time.

After a while, the four sides stopped writing at the same time, and took out the first talisman paper with one palm!

Flowing bloody red light, the talisman paper carrying thousands of merits fell to the ground at the same time.

I just heard a rumbling on the ground in all directions, like a giant dragon rolling in the ground, the sky was turbulent, and the electric light suddenly appeared.

In front of Wanling Temple, after being silent for many years, the ancient bell, which had fallen into a thick layer of gray, suddenly trembled in the wind, with a faint humming sound. , After trembling for a while, at the moment when the first thunder struck, the ancient bell suddenly rang with a "dang-" sound, deep and heavy, as if it was carrying thousands of souls.

The ancient bells followed its natural frequency, ringing slowly, every sound, shocking people's hearts.

The voice was transmitted from the mountain to the foot of the mountain, spread all over Jiang City, and spread farther and farther.

The waves of the South China Sea churned up at the moment when the bell rang, rolling into the sky.

The water dragon almost dashed into the clouds.

Amid the rolling thunder, the head of Yundu Mountain threw his long sword, and his rare serious face looked extremely cold. He looked at the abyss of the cliff and waved to the disciples behind him, saying, "Open the mountain gate!"

For thousands of years, Yundu Mountain has been closed all the year round, and the mountain gate will not be opened unless it is a major event.

Following Daoist Li shouting, the heavy disciples quickly formed a formation on the Luoyun Platform, and the chief elder, who was in the gossip formation, raised his palm and patted it.

Only to hear a roar of boulders in the towering Yundu Mountains.

The mountain gate that has not been opened for a hundred years slowly opened again, and one side of the towering lintel was looming among the clouds, mist and white snow, like a fairyland.

"Did you hear it?" Qi Chen glanced from south to north, and said to Longya without looking back.

After the first talisman was completed, Long Ya fell to Qi Chen's side in a blade of light, and also swept the sky again, saying: "I heard it, it's starting to be real - you are still boring in this situation. No sound."

Qi Chen looked back at the ancient building behind him and said, "It's not yet time."

The moment the first talisman in the four directions fell, the world that had been chaotic for a day suddenly fell silent.

All those who have been manipulated by the dark side such as resentment and hatred for a day only felt a buzzing sound in their brains, as if someone raised their hand and gave them a sap, knocking them off guard. At that moment, there was only a blank in their minds, what? It was knocked out, and couldn't even feel the pain.

But this strange silence only lasted for a few seconds, and then, a heart-piercing pain grew out of the cracks in the bones, straight into their brains, and into the depths of their hearts.

It was as if someone was grabbing their hands and tearing them in half.

Heart-wrenching pain.

They couldn't help falling to the ground and curled up, pressing on their temples and holding their hearts, trying to catch the unbearable pain, pull them apart, and throw them out.

But the pain was like a maggot in the tarsus, and it was impossible to scrape cleanly.

There are people who are blinded by pain.

They couldn't see a lot of things, but felt that this piercing pain was sudden and inexplicable, and there was no sign at all.

But if they could see it, they would find that the black qi that shrouded them and attached to their souls was struggling violently at this time.

It's like there is an invisible hand that is stripping the black energy from people.

It's just that the strength of that hand is not enough...

The black qi was ripped apart a little, but it was not really stripped away.

But just like this, it almost cost the lives of ordinary people.

In the sky, Yinghuo Xing suddenly flickered.

Standing on the edge of Qushan cliff, Qi Chen raised his hand, and thousands of sparks flowed down from the direction of Yinghuoxing, like a long river of light.

The fire was not a raging fire, but a dim yellow like a lamp.

With a flick of his wrist, he pushed the river of light that gathered thousands of lights down the mountain.

In an instant, the warm yellow light poured out and spread out.

Qi Chen closed his eyes slightly, his lips moved slightly, raised his hand and waved his pen to draw a few words in the air.

As he wrote more and more words, the river of light grew bigger and bigger, spreading out from west to east like the breaking waves of a rising tide.

Where the warm yellow river of light passed, curled up on the ground, people who were immersed in pain only felt that the heart-piercing pain was relieved by a gentle warmth.

They gradually relaxed their bodies in the cold sweat, and let out a weak breath.

The warm warmth seemed to wrap them from flesh and blood to their souls, and their sanity and consciousness, which had been tortured by the pain, finally recovered a little.

Two moments have passed.

Quartet once again sacrificed the second talisman paper.

As soon as the second talisman landed, the mountains and rivers shook.

The reaction this time was even worse than the first one.

The thunder continued, and it fell one by one.

The white and purple lightning leaf veins spread out in the air instantly, slashing from Jiutian all the way to the ground, leaving deep marks on the ground.

Scattered houses in the countryside were torn down a lot, and tall buildings in the city were slightly better.

A few thunders happened to fall in the woods and burned directly, the raging fire shot straight into the sky.

After the ancient bells of Wanling Temple rang, it never stopped. The deep ancient sound and Huijia's low chanting sound spread out in all directions.

The giant waves of the rivers, lakes and seas are churning continuously, as if they are going to be poured backwards.

The black air in the world became more and more impetuous, being pulled by an invisible force.

People finally recovered a little from the previous severe pain, and then they were involved in even more unbearable pain.

Going up the knife mountain and rolling the nail plate under the fire sea is nothing more than that.

And this time, Long Ya and the others are no longer as relaxed as the first one.

The pain that ordinary people endured was all returned to them, and it was a hundred times thousand times more.

Huijia's skin was already very white, but at this time, the pain added to her body, and her face turned pale again.

Under the dim light, there was not even a trace of blood, and it was almost mixed with the plain white monk robe he was wearing. The only color on his body was the little red mole.

On the boulder in the sea, Dong Mingbo staggered a step and was grabbed by Hu Yi and Hong Ming behind him.

The huge wave was tumbling straight towards him, and with a flick of Shan Xiao's whip, the wave head was knocked back.

Li Daochang on Yundu Mountain gritted his teeth and said angrily: "What the hell is this backlash!"

He and Shen He pressed their palms against each other, and the energy circulated between them, alleviating the pain that was a hundred times more than the human world.

There is also Long Ya who is also angry, but it is not the backlash that he is angry with, but Qi Chen.

He frowned at the edge of the cliff, and he didn't complain after suffering a hundred times the pain, but glared at Qi Chen angrily, and said, "This is what you did without saying a word? Why did I know you for so many years? I didn't realize that you still have a bit of a masochistic tendency-"

Qi Chen continued to push the warm yellow light river down the mountain with one hand, and pressed the other hand against Long Ya's heart to help him ease the pain, with a worried expression on his face, and said, "If you're like this, don't blow up Team Leader Long. , while the ninja is in pain, he has to scold me with all his strength, and his masochistic tendency is not lower than mine."

Longya: "..."

In the midst of severe pain, he suddenly remembered that the night when Qi Chen first came to Guanghe, when he found Qi Chen on the street, the man jokingly said something casually.

He said that he had dreamed of many scenes that were almost real, and the pain to the touch was very real. In the dream, he felt that he had climbed over the mountain of knives, rolled over the nail plate, and passed the oil pan...

At that time, Long Ya thought it was Qi Chen's nonsense teasing him, but now that he thinks about it, it is probably the pain of the previous life when he set up the formation, and a little bit of it remains in his dream. .