The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 214 Zhong Shanhui (addition for ME Yang Wanshang)
"I don't think it's enough to collect the pure yang qi from a whole province."

In the underworld, Wu Ming sighed, he looked inside the Tanzhong acupoint, the real qi and mana were constantly blending, a trace of purple qi was generated, and after a while the pure yang energy stored in the small cave gathered into a drop and fell.

Merge into a mouthful of purple fairy pond.

He himself is also continuously accumulating pure yang qi, and together with plundering part of the resources of Fusang in the Taihuang Cave, the amount has reached an astonishing level, enough for a primordial spirit to cultivate to the fourth level or above.

In addition, Wu Mingming sensed a huge and stalwart luck blessing his body, which was the remaining humanity, stirring up the situation by himself, and gathering the hopes of a large number of human races invisibly.

And a conceptual spiritual object that floats in the fate of the human race is still in the process of being formed.

He said to himself, "It's still a long way off."

After all, it is only a place of one mansion, Wu Ming guessed, maybe when he recovers the Qing Kingdom, this conceptual spiritual object will really take shape.

This is not easy. The national teacher of the Qing Kingdom is in charge of a secret realm of pure yang. He is a fourth-order demon king himself, and with the blessing of national fortune, he may have traveled a long way on the fourth-order road.

Even if the ancient demon's way is widened by the primordial spirit at the fourth level, and his strength is not so powerful, it is not something that can be killed at the third level.

"However, according to the incomplete memory of the green lion, the centipede seems to be undergoing a transformation. Maybe I can take advantage of it."

Thinking of this, Wu Ming escaped from the underworld, came to the outside world, and soared all the way to the sky. Under the crystal wall, he opened his sky pupils, reflecting the sun, moon and divine light, and had a bird's-eye view of the world, visiting this magnificent land.

Soon the vision in front of him changed, and it was completely different from the sense of watching luck in the past. You can wait and see the luck of the terrain and the country. Gray air columns on the ground soared into the sky, converging into a sea of ​​gray mist.

Wu Ming frowned. How can I say that a country with a population of more than [-] million people is unqualified for this level of luck. The luck of the country is divided into five colors, black, white, red, gold and green. The black ones will not appear unless the world is destroyed, because it represents the end of all life.

Therefore, white is the lowest, corresponding to the White Emperor, which symbolizes troubled times and turbulent disputes.

The Qing Kingdom in front of me is obviously stable, and it should be a red and peaceful world, but it presents this kind of luck.

He brushed over another layer of light, and saw that under the gray and white ocean, the dense black and red evil energy gathered in the distant imperial city, manifesting a golden dragon with all feet, but under that layer of golden body, there was a creepy ugly centipede.

Buzz!
The ten-thousand-clawed golden dragon representing Qing's national fortune was touched, sensed the peeping, and stared back. The hideous truth emerged, and the terrifying and evil spirit overflowed, causing Wu Ming's vision to collapse.

The Taoist snorted, but he had no regrets. Instead, he said pleasantly: "God help me, this dog is bathing in the fortune of the country, and it is the weakest moment."

It's a pity that the Pure Yang Secret Realm can resolve a lot of humane resentment, otherwise humaneness alone would be able to counterattack the opponent.

"It doesn't matter, the human way is not good, and the layout of the divine way is a good move."

Wu Ming's expression moved slightly, and he looked towards the Qingling Mansion at the southernmost tip of the Qing Kingdom. At this moment, there were puffs of red smoke above it. It was a military dispute, and it would naturally be like this, but luck turned pale red strangely.

It is a layer higher than the gray and white of the other eighteen prefectures, and the sharp contrast between the peaceful world and the troubled world is really ridiculous.

Of course, he knew that he was only looking at it from a humane perspective. If he changed the perspective of the monster race... the color of the sky and the earth in front of him would immediately change, and the golden ocean converged on the sky of Nineteen Mansions.

There are monsters with strange shapes, such as Huang Daxian, boa constrictor, dragon species, tiger, etc., the only thing that remains unchanged is the trace of black and red resentment under the feet.

Wu Ming shook his head: "Hehe... If it's true that the demon race is in its prime, if the base number is not too small, the mere human grievances will be directly covered."

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kill!kill!kill!

The city of Changfeng County was stained red with blood, and the two armies fought hard. They were all human races, while the monster races outside the city were still standing quietly.

After Qingling Mansion repeatedly reported to the high-level demons but failed, some demons couldn't wait any longer, and united with the counties to send troops to prepare for the process of quelling the chaos, and drink a lot of blood by the way.

Finally, the leader of a blue-haired lion man saw the opportunity and immediately ordered his descendants to press on. He is a member of the blue lion demon king clan. After the demon kings and monsters lost news, he is the strongest and the most qualified to command the army demon.

With one order, three thousand elite demon soldiers formed a large formation and rushed towards the county town.

The green-haired lion man's vertical pupils flashed a glimmer of haze. For some reason, it had a very bad premonition, especially when it was learned among the prisoners in Changfeng County that a mysterious king had appeared, it was even more creepy.

It can only comfort itself, the higher-ups should be fighting that Taoist in the Netherworld, and put their attention on the battlefield.

At this time, with a powerful new force coming in, Changfeng County could not hold on any longer, retreated steadily, and was about to be breached.

The next moment, dozens of rainbow lights flickered in the city, and it was a Taoist that the blue-haired lion people were very familiar with, all of whom had reached the second-level secret storage. They took advantage of the unpreparedness and jointly strangled three thousand demon soldiers.

"Zhong Shanhui?!" The leader scolded with angry eyes, "When did this group of thieves communicate with Changfeng County?"

Before it could react, a flash of sword light struck, beheading the green-haired lion man with lightning speed and the power of third-level sacrifice to the spirit.

In the distance, a white-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled: "The overall situation is settled!"

At the same time, in the counties under the Qingling Mansion, mysterious people suddenly appeared to help the human race who wanted to resist to capture the counties.

The white-haired old man held a small picture scroll in his hand, through which he watched the battles in various counties, he murmured to himself, "I hope I saw the right person this time."

Suddenly he noticed something, and told the young disciples who were serving on his left and right: "I'm going to meet a king of men, and I'll come back later."

Then the old man's body collapsed suddenly, and the mist condensed into a roc bird, soaring into the sky.

Not long after, the roc passed through a certain fetal membrane with a "boo" sound, and came to a dreamy fairyland standing above the sky. In the center was a dense fairy pool. Burn the teapot.

It was Wu Ming and his original sister Wu Kui.

Seeing the visitor, Wu Ming calmly asked, "But a member of the Zhong Shan Society?"

"Yes." The roc changed into a human, and the white-haired old man bowed respectfully and said, "We are Patriarch of the Zhongshan Council, Wei Guangsi."

For a while, the two were silent, looking at each other.

Among them, Wu Ming was very interested, staring at the various mysterious secret perceptions in the opponent's body, as if there were gods dormant inside, there were roc birds, dragon snakes, they should be the so-called sacrificial spirits.

Together they reached the peak of Tier [-].

The white-haired old man was quite puzzled. He didn't expect that Wu Ming was not a human king, but a third-order peak monk like himself. The point was that he couldn't see through the other party.

Just to build this secret realm, it seems that the skill is unfathomable.

　Everyone, please recommend a book, a new book written by a girl writer: "My Immortal Cultivation is Too Difficult", please support her, she is about to cry alone.

　　Ahem, I understand everything, go and tease her!Mortal flow, logic online.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)