Chaotic scenes flashed in the long river, manifesting fragments one by one, and each of them turned into substance!

The person who walked out of Qiu Yan's eyes stood in the middle of the river, as motionless as a mountain. The man was covered with a light yellow light, exuding a majestic aura. He was wearing a gray robe and hair was like fire. He held the tower with one hand, and two dragons were wrapped around the tower. A copper stove flew out behind him, with a cover on the stove. The man turned around and sat on the copper stove.

When the copper furnace fell into the water, the river water stained on the surface of the copper furnace immediately boiled, evaporating into steam and flying everywhere, but there were pictures flashing deep in the water vapor, sometimes the court was full of discussion, sometimes the horses galloped.

"It's actually a second-grade god! It's really a shame..."

Opposite, in the dark sunshine, there was also a figure of Tao gradually manifesting, but it was a vague human figure. It was wrapped in a black robe and a hood covered on its head. It was impossible to see its face clearly. The whole person's aura was vague and unstable, without any sense of reality.

However, as the figure of the man in black robe appeared, the dark sunshine around him suddenly turned and bombarded him!

But opposite, the god sitting in the furnace raised his hand and waved his hand, and the surrounding steam gathered, layered paintings of steam barriers blocking the light!

But just as the light was stained with steam, the light changed, and the light actually painted a ray of inspiration into the steam. In the depths of the steam, there was a temple. An emperor was on the throne, but was invaded by this ray of inspiration. Then the emperor smiled and said, "I plan to rectify the administration of the state dynasty to establish the cause of overlords."

As soon as the words came out, the whole temple became turbulent, and the steam barrier was about to collapse.

At this moment, a ray of steam also turned into a light of inspiration and fell on a minister. The man immediately stepped out and bowed to the emperor, "If you want to establish hegemony, you may not have enough talents to govern the country. I once advised the king to prepare early, but the king always refused to listen."

The emperor's eyes were cold and he said angrily: "My country is a little smaller, but how can we say that the officials are not inclusive?"

The minister did not see any fear and said solemnly: "When the previous king was alive, he was lazy and had friends to assist him; when his close ministers made mistakes, he would correct him; when the farmland was not intact, he would clean up; when the soldiers and generals were in peace, he would temper him with the prince Chengfu..."

After a surging words, the emperor was unable to continue to argue, and then the emperor was shocked, and the invading light immediately shattered!

The steam barrier is completely formed, and the gray sunlight is blocked and scattered and scattered!

On the other side, the man in black robe bowed his hand when he saw this, and then laughed out from his hood: "Unexpectedly, this Darui's top scholar has been made by fellow Taoists. However, since I have come, this person's fate will naturally be for me."

After his voice fell, the god sitting in the furnace, who was floating in the steam, shook his head and asked, "What is your origin? How dare you invade my Dharma Realm? If you don't explain the reason clearly, this matter will not be good."

"Oh? I don't even know?" The man in black robe was a little surprised when he heard this. Two rays of splendor shot out from the hood. The aura of time and space chaos around him became more and more intense. Dark sunlight roared in the air, turning in the air, shooting towards the god sitting in the furnace. His momentum was swift, and he had the smell of a general charging!

Twisted! Twisted! Twisted!

The scene along the light was twisted, and there was a sign of time flowing back. The god sitting in the furnace below raised his hand and pointed, and the long river whistled away, carrying the fragments of history, rushing past, crossing the middle to block the dark sunshine, but when the man in the black robe saw it, he chuckled.

"If there are a million troops in a mere river, you can break the whip!"

As soon as the words came, the dark sunshine had already come into contact with the long river. The glory changed and extended along the way. Sure enough, it turned into a million troops. The headed man was wearing armor, with a majestic appearance, and gathered his luck in the five directions. A phantom of a lice-catching man was covering his body. His luck was like a rainbow. The army behind him was in a uniform manner. With a command, thousands of responses!

Then ride a horse across the river!

Hurry!

The river water splashed everywhere, blurring the past of history, as if it was about to turn the long river and break out of the river!

But at the end, a high mountain suddenly rose to the east of the long river. On the mountain, a man with wide clothes and big sleeves and singing lyrics stopped the strings of the piano, got up to tidy up his clothes, and then stepped out. He had already reached the mountain. The long river manifested thousands of miles of the country, and millions of people gathered over and turned into a sword of the people. He was held in his hand by the man, and then handed it to a heroic man in armor.

The heroic man held up the sword and came out of the Northern Palace, leading 80,000 elite soldiers up the river, with dazzling light radiance blooming on his body, as if the candlelight was about to burn.

This army and horse were like sharp arrows, stabbing the millions of troops on the other side, and tore them apart, causing the fortunes of the majestic man to break up and split.

As luck came, the plants and trees turned into soldiers and were ambushed along the way.

Millions of troops collapsed and degenerated into dark sunshine, eventually disappearing and drowning in the long river.

Outside, the man in gray robe raised his hand and grabbed it, as if he had caught some breath from the air, and then nodded and smiled, "So that's it. You are not complete, and the incarnation of the Dharma Realm of the Underworld cannot be an incarnation. The only thing in front of me is just a projection. I guess the time for the first time in the first grade is not long. No wonder I don't know my origin."

"Hmm?" The god sitting in the furnace was quite surprised. "As far as you say, this god Donghua should know if you can do it?"

"No, but now the Star Lord of Donghua is not here, so many things have not been explained to you clearly. The second-grade god can leave the heavenly court halfway, which is different from the third-grade one below. Many things can be known. However, the Star Lord is not here, and other gods should not tell you. It is natural to have any misunderstandings. Donghua Continent is not exclusive to Shinto, and this has long been concluded. The battle between the Central Plains and the four sides involves many things, which is a big game..."

The man in black robe seemed to reveal a lot, but he didn't have the intention of retreating. As he spoke, he chuckled: "However, with your divine qualities, it's enough to know these. I'm not qualified to give you a detailed explanation, let alone try to talk to you. If you have said a lot, you should be satisfied." After that, he waved his hand.

Whoosh!

The sun suddenly surged and the sun shone brightly!

The dark sunlight scattered everywhere, and there was no sign of four corners. Even though the long river flowed, it was still difficult to stop it. The sunlight bent and turned, like a whip, whipped on the body of the god sitting in the furnace. The latter was shocked all over and the colors were scattered, just like an ink painting soaked in water, and gradually disappeared.

After the long river lost control, all the country and country that appeared were infected by the dark sunlight and gradually changed color. In the middle of the mountain, in front of the Golden Palace, a man was wearing a dragon robe, a glass of wine dissipated, his white hair faded, and he jumped into the sea of ​​fire.

The surname of the Imperial City has been rewrited, and the country has changed hands!

The final color has been forced on a cliff in the south.

"The law is not there, cross-border projection is not that easy under the control of the Heavenly Court, let alone fighting with me with projection and winning..."

The man in black robe chuckled and looked at everything in front of him indifferently, as if he was in control, but the emotional fluctuations that emanated suddenly changed.

I saw the little color of the Nanjing turned into 100,000 soldiers and civilians, and turned around and jumped into the water!

Then the water rolled, and the rich people's wishes and blood sacrifices rose into the sky, breaking through the barriers of yin and yang, entering the Yin-Yang Road, and reaching the Underworld Dharma Realm. The Dharma Realm was peaceful, and the souls were in their own positions. However, after being infected by the luck of this people's wishes and blood sacrifices, they began to shake and suddenly vibrate. Then the entire Underworld Dharma Realm rose up!

The idea of ​​blood sacrifice was created by the people of Tulangbu. It was originally plotted by Dingchunzi, but it was aimed at the cause and effect fortune led by Qiu Yan. Now it has been grafted with flowers and trees and directly grafted onto the underworld Dharma Realm. The thought turned into the power of reality and immediately exploded, reorganized the Dharma Realm, and rose in the air.

These second-grade gods, half away from the Heavenly Court, had a step to refine the Dharma Realm into an incarnation. However, Qiu Yan's divine body was far away from the other side of the starry sky, and it was difficult to convey the divine power. They could only rely on the divine power, divine thoughts and believers who remained in Donghua to slowly invade the Dharma Realm and slowly change the process.

But now, after obtaining the power of blood sacrifice, the mind turns into the power of reality, combined with the power of the divine way itself, has promoted the change in one fell swoop. After the Dharma Realm rises, the surrounding land is pulled and gathered by mysterious power, wrapping the entire Dharma Realm. From a distance, it gradually turns into a ball, blooming light, and is about to rise up and gather in the edge of the Forgetful River in the sky.

But as soon as Qiu Yan's thought moved, the stone ball formed by the underworld's Dharma Realm fell down again and sank into the ground.

At the same time, the law domain inside the underworld is as usual, but a little moonlight shines down, and a little strange force connects the starry sky, passing it towards Zhou Raozhou on the other side of the starry sky...

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In the dark sunshine, the man in black robe looked at the gradually closed Yin and Yang road, silent, but his emotions fluctuated very quickly.

"What a god, he actually used it, but instead helped him with his strength. If it weren't for my pressure, he wouldn't have tamed the power of blood sacrifice so simply, and he would have backfired..."

As he thought about it, he withdrew his gaze.

"However, since the projection of this god has left, he has given up Qiu Yan, and he is no longer able to resist..." Nian Luo stepped in the air.

Everything around him had solidified. No matter the flowing air or the shaking grass, even the falling raindrops, they were completely stagnant. It seemed that only the man in black robe could move in the world. He moved forward step by step, passing through the whirlwind of the air column without any obstacles, came to Qiu Yan, stretched out a finger, and pointed it on Qiu Yan's forehead. A flash of light at the fingertips, and a character floated, which was the word "slave" in seal script!

As the words changed, they were about to point on Qiu Yan's forehead, but Qiu Yan was motionless, and even his expression did not change at all, just like a still painting.

"Qiu Yan's qualifications are a little better than that of Zuo Xianwang. After enslavement, give him some benefits, so that he can grow up quickly and occupy the Darui court as soon as possible. Then..."

The man in black robe was still thinking, but his movements stopped suddenly.

Opposite, Qiu Yan's eyes suddenly turned, and his eyes suddenly fell on the man in black robe! (To be continued...)

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