Storm of Kings

"Your altar is a human altar, but my altar is an altar of heaven and earth! I don't know where you got this tooth? Etching the rune wants to press me? Come on."

Zhou Lie spoke out and patted the teeth of the baby's arm, and the runes etched on the teeth shook suddenly, illuminating the entire room, as if sunlight passed through the canopy and left the shadow of a whirling tree.

Under the interweaving of light and darkness, a huge figure stood up with its teeth, opening his mouth to engulf the room, with the air of a prison.

"Haha! I want to struggle when it falls into my hands, this tooth is almost perfect."

In the blink of an eye, the figure collapsed and turned into a cloud of smoke in front of Zhou Lie, shrinking inward to form a bronze bell.

The small bell is not big, it is covered with inscriptions, and the moment it takes shape, it makes a "boom" sound.

In the next moment, the bell-shaped phantom pattern spread out and merged with the whole world.

At the same time, the sky over Yangliu City was covered with dark clouds, and the bucket-thick lightning struck one after another.

What's amazing is that these lightnings didn't strike anywhere else, they smashed towards the tallest building in the city, and it took a while before the thunder was heard.

"Kacha, Kacha..."

Shocked by the thunder, the Taoist priest was opening the altar. The moment he heard the thunder, the Seven-Star Sword in his hand almost fell.

He eagerly condensed his mind and lit a heart lamp on the altar. Only then did he breathe heavily, feeling that the impact of thunder was moving away from him in a trance.

When the scholar saw this scene, he couldn't help frowning, and took out a brush to write the word "town" in the air!

Each town character is different, either in seal characters, official script, or regular script. It receives golden light from all directions and wants to suppress the thunder. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the heaven and the earth sounded a "dong" bell, shaking The scholar looked back in shock.

The moment he turned his head, the sound wave was filmed firmly, which looked like bricks.

Hearing a "pop" sound, the bricks slapped on his forehead, needless to say that the porcelain is really strong.

"Ah! Zhou Lie, you are insulting gentleman."

The Confucian scholar was hung on his forehead and looked very embarrassed. He stopped doing it on the spot. He took out a scroll and chanted aloud: "Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. Then the poetry is drawn to the blue sky. The mountains are clear and the water is clean, the night comes frost, and the trees are deep red and light yellow. Trying to go up to the tall buildings to be clear to the bones, how can it be like the spring color is crazy.

This poem is the work of Liu Yuxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. It sees the sad autumn more beautiful than the spring. It can be described as a different way and an unusual tune.

After reciting the poem, it immediately draws a crane into the cloud.

The poem is saying that the autumn sky is high and fresh, and the sky is clear, so the dark clouds covering the sky begin to dissipate.

In addition, the sentence is like trying to clear the bones of high-rise buildings, it is like springtime maddening people.It means that when you climb a tall building, you can look at the autumn and fall into the bones. It will not drive people crazy like the spring scenery. There is a sense of elegance and pride in it.

It is this elegance and arrogance that blessed himself and the other two people, brought out the artistic conception with poetry in a very short time, eliminated the influence, and became popular.

This is the power of the Confucian school. When reciting a poem, it triggers an artistic conception, which can give a status bonus to assist Taoism and military strategists in combat.

Zhou Lie was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that this Confucian scholar had this skill. The pairing of these two seemed very tricky, and it might not be easy to win them instantly.

After the Confucian scholars reduced the influence of the cloudy sky on Wangyue Pavilion, he wiped the blood on his forehead, and his heart was already furious.

He took out a scroll again from his arms, slowly unfolded it, and said sharply: "Zhou Lie! You claim to be a demon king, and you can see that you are invincible in your heart, and you are already hopeless. Well, today, please ask the saint's calligraphy to seal you forever. In order not to harm the place, from small evil to big evil, and eventually to an unpredictable situation."

When the voice fell, the Confucian threw the scroll into the air, and the golden light flashed in the sky immediately, as if someone chanted: "Heaven, will descend to the people of Sri Lanka, you must first suffer from the will, to work on their muscles and bones, to hungry their bodies, and to be empty. His body, acting in a mess of what he does, so tempted to endure, increase what he cannot..."

"Boom boom boom..."

The voices and sentences triggered a wave, and the Confucian students in the city recited together, suddenly forming an indescribable aura, pressing against the Shibosi from top to bottom, as if Zhou Lie would be detained and put on hundreds of chains, if Don't think of it in this life without repentance.

The sage calligraphy is serious. If you don't want to get rid of this brilliant trend, you will really be suppressed and there will never be a day to turn back.

Zhou Lie is currently at the pinnacle of the Fourth Stage and has not shown his true cultivation base, nor has he joined the two ancestral spirits.He grinned in the face of increasing pressure.

Suddenly someone said: "Huh, you can still laugh at this time, indicating that you have a back hand. But let's stop here! With my Taoist Changyuan, you don't want to turn the wind and waves."

The Taoist priest who opened the altar displayed his assassin, and saw thirty-six yellow turban warriors appearing between the lights and shadows.

The swords, guns, swords, halberds, axe, hooks, and crosses greeted Zhou Lie, but these yellow turban warriors were all imaginary, just a superficial form, and the formation was real. The opponent had to suppress Zhou Lie's luck in a very short time.

Why suppress air luck?Because it suppresses your luck, you can’t stop drinking cold water, and you have to pour the bad luck to your grandma’s house. If you go back and forth, the Confucian activist calligraphy is naturally not detrimental, and you can easily suppress the demons that endanger the place. Jun, by the way, the two have all their prestige, why not do it?

However, at this moment, Yangliu City suddenly shook, and then a round of tomorrow rose in his mind.

"Rumble..."

With a loud noise that shook the platform, it was amazing. The brilliance of the sage's calligraphy was suppressed. All the scholars in the city felt like a knuckle in their throats. Something seemed to sweep the top of their heads, making them feel particularly flustered, as if This day may collapse at any time.

"This? This is sunrise in the east, with great light! Why is there such a scene?"

"Oh my God! It's Zhou Lie, why is his luck so magnificent? Before, why didn't we see it before? Could it be that he was hiding it on purpose?"

"No, it's not that he intentionally hid it, but was injured. Now he is repairing it back. However, what makes people wonder why he can reach this level?"

When the Confucian scholars were discussing, the three people at Wangyue Pavilion vomited blood.

The Taoist vomited the hardest, and his expression suddenly languished.The Confucian scholar was also vomiting blood, his eyes were full of blood, and he glared at the middle-aged official and asked, "What is going on? Who is this Zhou Lie? Have you made the investigation clear? Why did he do so? Give birth to this kind of weather?"

"The investigation is clear! He is a Caotou Mountain King!" The middle-aged official did investigate, but the information he had was all things Zhou Lie had known to people. Things he didn't let people know had long been hidden in time and space. Game, the mystery lock will exist forever.

"Go! The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high. This Zhou Lie is a rare great demon in the world." The Taoist spurted blood again, hurriedly fleeing outside the city, where would he dare to stay for a while?