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Chapter 336 Just for Yisheng
Dark clouds are gathering over the city, and things are about to break out.

The dark clouds rolled over the sky and pressed lower and lower. The Feng Shui situation of Nanyue Village became unpredictable again. The rushing river rolled up curtains of water, and the tiles on the roof flew up and down, as if everything between heaven and earth was about to swallow up the altar.

This is still Baisha's Peach Garden, and the feng shui here still obeys his orders.

The altar is like an isolated island, which may end up being flooded at any time.

Zhao Sanyuan and his companions swallowed their saliva, thinking that they really didn't seem to have much chance of winning, and that even if the brothers were tied together, they might be defeated for nothing.

"Come and protect the altar quickly!"

At a command, Mo Wenshan held the sword and water, turned around and walked to the east of the altar, and bowed three times respectfully.

"The blue spirit shines brightly, the lightning rushes, the giant axe flies into the sky, and the sky gate changes."

"Thousands of demons and evil spirits will be hunted down without mercy, Qianguan and Kunguan will be purged, and the three origins will be cleansed."

"I respectfully invite the mighty god Jiang Chang from the East to descend to the Xuantan with a blue robe and a sword in hand."

After making hand gestures and chanting incantations, talismanic water spurted out from the Mo Wen Mountain Pass, and a small copper coin sword on the altar suddenly stood up in the air, making a faint sound.

Then hold the sword and water, circle Kuidou to the south of the altar, and bow three times respectfully.

"Red fire flows brilliantly, flaming smoke disperses essence, pale tongue and green teeth, mighty to urge the giant spirit."

"The red flag orders the demon to march forward with the axe in hand. Anyone who dares to stop him will be punished with death."

"I respectfully invite the Southern Evil Sweeping God King Tang to descend to the Xuantan in purple robes and holding a sword."

Hold the sword and water three times, circle around Kuidou and go to the south of the altar, and bow three times respectfully.

"The northern camp is in ruins, with two imperial guards, black spears and blue armor, and flying bells and flowing gold."

"Cut off the evil spirits, do not invade the righteous path, disperse the evil power, raise the spear and sweep away the evil."

"I respectfully invite the mighty and majestic god Zhong Fang from the north, dressed in white and holding a sword, to descend to the Xuantan."

Every time Mo Wenshan prayed to a local deity, a small copper coin sword would spin on top of the incense burner, as if forming some kind of formation, hovering in the air, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

After the three gods had finished their invitation, three small swords flew towards Zhao Sanyuan, Kang Muang and Liu Mangfan respectively. Red light flashed in the air and copper coins fell into the various orifices of the three people.

The sounds of bells and tripods on the altar are louder than ever, and seem to be filled with celestial music.

The three brothers' bodies stiffened for a moment, and their temperament changed drastically, even Zhao Sanyuan's signature dead fish eyes became majestic and scorching.

Old Liu took the lead.

A bowl of chicken blood, a bowl of ink, and a few drops of rain water, and then perform the Seven Star Steps.

"The dark waves of the Taiyin are heavy, and in the middle are the six heavenly palaces of Luofeng!"

"Ten thousand ghosts weep in agony, their sorrow and anguish are so fierce and evil!"

At this moment, a strong wind blew up behind the altar. Within a distance of dozens of feet around Lao Liu, whirlpools appeared under his feet. White water curtains rose from the ground and collided with the water curtain that was pressing down.

They are incompatible with each other, and the waves are surging.

Old Liu seemed to be alone, insignificant and insignificant among the two waves, but the opponent's water curtain could not even take a single step beyond the line and was firmly blocked behind the altar.

Lao Kang stood in front of the altar, holding an oil-paper umbrella open in front of him with his arms lightly supported. He then used the tail of a Liao fan to stain it with cinnabar, wind and rain, and painted on the inside and outside of the fan.

"The divine aid of the Heavenly Lord is boundless, and the whole heaven and earth are blessed with true essence!"

"I have the power to transcend and transcend the three realms to assist Xu Xuan!"

The oil-paper umbrella flew into the sky, and the umbrella surface changed magically, like a purple lotus blooming towards the sky.

The pressing sea of ​​clouds made it harder to advance, and the ascent speed of 'Golden Lotus' was also greatly slowed down.

After being blocked repeatedly, Bai Sha's figure became erratic, like green waves and smoke. Twisted wind columns rushed out from the direction of Nanyue Village. They were all transformed from wronged evil spirits, and their wailing and screaming sounds resounded throughout the area.

The wind column, like a dragon sucking water, merged into the dark clouds. With this help, the dark clouds, as thick as the deep sea, pressed down again. The light wild grass and tender flowers swaying on the ground quickly rotted in a short time, and gradually turned into pools of rotten water that merged into the ground.

Everywhere I look, I see withering.

Lao Kang has a calm look in his eyes, using the earth as his painting and Bu Gang as his brush and ink.

Eight Treasures Map.

The purple lotus under the black cloud bloomed more and more. As it circled, fish drums, magic swords, flower baskets, sieves, gourds, treasure fans, yin-yang boards, and flutes appeared around it.

The sword glows with spiritual light and the evil spirits are frightened!
The purple flute calms the waves!
There is nothing ordinary in the flower basket!
The harmonious sound of the jade plates is as clear as a thousand sounds!
All corrupt things are revived again, and the soft and rotten roots stand tall and stubbornly, as if roaring silently and refusing to succumb to fate.

Meanwhile, Mo Wenshan, who was in the center of the altar, was still carrying out the secret rituals in an orderly manner, striving to accomplish his goal in one go. He never doubted that the few youngsters who had been blessed would not be able to defend the altar.

All expected.

". The officer who raises rain and raises clouds, the officer who controls the mighty sword and the mighty spirit, the messenger who controls the fire bell, the officer who controls the order of wind and rain in all seasons, the officer who controls the order of thunderbolt fire, the officer who controls the order of the sky-carrying stone Taiwei, the officer who controls the order of the heavenly book and the book, the officer who controls the residence, General Fuyuan, the officer who controls the order of thunderbolt fire, the officer who controls the order of the ghost government dragon, the officer who controls the thunder and rain in the west tower"

Above the dark clouds, even stronger thunderclouds were brewing, with flashes of lightning and tremendous power.

Outside this strange fengshui, even passers-by a hundred or eighty miles away could clearly see the unprecedented thunderclouds. Of course, they didn't know what happened in Nanyue Village, and they didn't know that under the thunderclouds there was a twisted little world where an unknown fierce battle was going on.
The more leisurely Mo Wenshan strolled in the garden, the more anxious Bai Sha became.

Since the altar cannot be broken from above or behind, the only option is to break through from the front.

Then he called on all the weird villagers to launch a charge. They rushed forward and even trampled on each other, vowing to devour everything they saw. In an instant, there were ghostly howlings.

Some are thin but agile, some have mutated bodies and their limbs are like whips, some are covered with cysts and are huge in size. These weird villagers are getting stronger with every step forward.

They were said to be evil ghosts transformed from wronged people, but now they looked more like zombies.

Zhao Sanyuan stood alone at the forefront, facing the black tide, and offered six yellow talismans in succession to inform the heavens.

"Come and take your place immediately upon receiving your order, Lord He, the Lord of the Nine Lands, is here to take your place!"

"Water activates the shape of pottery, so it goes fast and comes fast!"

"Eight gates open, summons issued!"

After the yellow talisman, Zhao Sanyuan held the general's order in one hand and the imperial flag in the other.

With a wave of the hand, the sun, moon, stars and rivers move!

Two waves and the mountains, rivers and grasses will fall.
Wave three times and the righteous energy of heaven and earth will be solemn!
Wave the magnificent divine power four times!
Spears and swords stand in rows, and silver armor is cold and frosty.

They were the five camps of divine generals. Under the influence of various conditions here, seventy-two divine generals of the Earthly Evil Division were dispatched to the altar.

Heavenly soldiers and evil spirits are like water and fire that cannot coexist.

Zhao Sanyuan waved the imperial flag again, and the front row of the Disha army advanced with spears raised.

One side is nurtured by evil spirits.

One side is where the great and righteous energy is condensed.

The fight was intense from the very beginning, with the two gases mixing and steaming, and even heavy rain could not disperse them.

The copper coins hanging on the three brothers' various orifices were rapidly decaying, and their strength was exhausted, let alone borrowing such a strong force.

Bai Sha tried his best to squeeze out all the strength he could, knowing that if he didn't overturn the altar, he would surely die. But before that, he had to capture the three brothers who were blessed.

The rainstorm was like the Milky Way pouring back, impacting everything in this world. Countless weird villagers launched wave after wave of attacks.

The first thing to loosen was the altar. Lao Liu could no longer consolidate the water curtain defense line that stretched for dozens of feet as he had before.

Then it was Zhao Sanyuan and Kang Muang. As Bai Sha fought desperately, the three of them were under increasing pressure, and the copper coin dimmed faster and faster.

It’s not that the magic doesn’t work, but that everyone has their own mortality.

The defense line was gradually shrinking, and the altar was truly like a small boat in the raging waves, which could capsize at any time.

However, no one noticed that the rustling sound was getting louder and louder, and a faint and indistinguishable static electricity was appearing on everyone's collar.

Above the dark clouds, above the great feng shui here, in the unknown thunderclouds that passers-by outside are gazing at from afar, the existence that has been brewing for a long time finally shows its power.

boom! ! !
It is difficult to describe this thunder with mundane words.

If I have to say it, it was like a giant hammer hitting my ears and soul hard.

The whole place was filled with blazing light, and the sky and earth were pale.

Be it Baisha's side or Fatan's side, both sides came to a momentary pause.

The only thing that never stops is Mo Wenshan’s curse.

I pray for three thunderbolts from heaven to slay the evil and slay the wicked. This is the second one. A huge hole appeared in the dark clouds that were getting lower and lower overhead, and warm sunlight poured down. The scale was much larger than what Lu Xiucai had created before.

What's strange is that in other places around the warm sunshine, it is still raining heavily.

But the rain seems so pale and powerless.

Looking around, the sky was red with flames everywhere. In the midst of heavy rain, the entire Nanyue Village was burning fiercely. Whether it was buildings, houses, grass, trees, or mud rivers, everything was being roasted.

Above the clouds, there were thunder and lightning in the sunlight, and a faint purple light was flowing.

In Bai Sha's "Peach Garden", there was warm sunshine above the black clouds, but in the normal world, outsiders saw the opposite. There was no thunder, but looking at it from afar made my legs go weak, and I always felt that there was some inexplicable divine power.
"Why is my whole body numb?" Old Liu rubbed his eye sockets, and his temperament returned to normal. He just felt numb all over, as if he had been squatting in the toilet for most of the day.

Zhao Sanyuan and Kang Muang's memories of the past were a little vague, but they could guess a little bit.

In the chaotic world of Feng Shui, when the master opens the Xuantan to summon thunder, how powerful is it to strike down? Whoever comes will be numb.

Looking around the altar again, there was no more water flooding Jinshan Mountain, and there were no more weird villagers and evil spirit soldiers. It seemed that they had disappeared without a trace along with the thunder.

"Did it work? Where's Baisha?" Zhao Sanyuan looked around but didn't see any trace of Baisha. He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart and could only sigh.

Of course the master is right.

As for Baisha, it's fate.
I always feel that if things had not come to the point today, perhaps we could have become friends who hit it off at first sight. I would talk to you about ghosts and monsters, and you would talk to me about national treasures.

"Why is there a rumbling sound in my ears? Is it an aftereffect?"

"Maybe. Besides, didn't your ears become damaged not long after you were in Medicine King Valley? Wait, I think I heard it too."

"No! Master hasn't left the altar yet!"

At this moment, Mo Wenshan was still casting the spell of Fengtian, and the third purple thunder was about to be completed.

Amid the roar, the earth shook and the brothers could not keep their balance even though they were supporting each other.

"over there!"

Looking in the direction Kang Mu'ang pointed, the river was boiling and sand and rocks were flying.

Amid the tremors and rumbles, the water from the Yellow River tributary that once drowned Zhou Zhaodi solidified into shape.

In the splashing water around, you can vaguely see one memory scene after another.

That means working hard and studying day and night.

That is a lofty ambition to serve the country.

That is upright and aboveboard.

It was heart-wrenching and heartbreaking.

That is a heart full of resentment, and it is like a bone-draining marrow.

Every one of them is him.

Whether he is right or wrong, at least his original intention was definitely not to become what he is now.

But those who go against the will of heaven will be punished by heaven.

Baisha is unable to contain the even larger resentful evil.

There are faces protruding from the water.

Zhou Shijing, Old Monkey, Father and Son of the Meng Family, Niu Si.
The purest and darkest desires between them overwhelmed each other, and in an instant they became the masters of the huge body of water.

"I want to restore my family and bring honor to my Zhou family. Die, Yisheng!"

"I want to be rich, sit on a mountain of gold and sleep on a mountain of silver, and die easily!"

"I want to marry in style and not let her be my concubine. Die, Yisheng!"

"I will risk my life to prevent my descendants from becoming corpse retrievers. Die, Yisheng!"

The huge body of water mutates again. It is a combination of contradictions and the embodiment of all evil.

Just one look at it can make people tremble with fear from the bottom of their hearts, because people will instinctively avoid the worst of human nature.

Mo Wenshan remained unmoved. Bai Sha was definitely unable to withstand the third heavenly thunder.

"Hold the Nine Heavens in your hands, and whip the thunder with a whistling wind!"

"I can subdue all demons with my wisdom!"

The purple refining penetrates the heaven and earth, sweeping away all the dark clouds, stirring up all the wind and rain, and extinguishing all the scorching flames.

This heavenly thunder is extremely powerful and no ordinary force can stop it.

And between lightning and flint.

A red light separated from the huge body of water.

Red evil.

She looked at him deeply, then resolutely went up to face the purple thunder.

At the same time, the little black dog rescued by Lao Liu also jumped out for no reason, with black smoke rising from its body while running. After jumping up, it turned into a human form in mid-air, following Hong Sha to meet Zi Lei.

Strictly loose.

A water ghost who specially helped Zhao Sanyuan and his group cross the river by boat.

It was not until this moment that the brothers realized that it was Yan Song who had been guiding them from behind.

In addition to rowing the boat across the river, the dog barked to warn people when they first entered Nanyue Village. Later, when Lu Xiucai had to face the Red and White Evils alone, the dog also bit his trouser legs and refused to let go, indicating that he knew that this trip would be a failure.

Yan Song looked at Zhao Sanyuan and others, moved his lips slightly and said two words.

He looked at Yi Sheng who was struggling again, and his lips moved slightly.

No one knew what he said, and he and Hong Sha were both killed by the thunder.

The warm sunlight in the sky disappeared, replaced by more depressing dark clouds, but they were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The chariot of five clouds turns back, the nine chapters of song are sung, suddenly it ascends to the sky, the altar is filled with incense."

"Mysterious grace permeates the universe, blessings and fortune spread across the mountains and rivers. I yearn for the immortal path, and ascend to the Daluo realm."

Mo Wenshan respectfully sent off all the gods and ancestors, and dispersed the Dharma from the altar.

but.

The White Evil was not destroyed.

Did the old man make a mistake at the last minute?
From what he said, it was obvious that he did it on purpose.

"We can still talk a little more, hurry up and give him a good beating."

Afterwards, he rode back leisurely on his big blue donkey. At this moment, the feng shui had returned to normal. Nanyue Village was still the same Nanyue Village, but it was terribly quiet and lifeless, just like what he had felt outside the village when he came here.

A few rays of morning light passed through the gradually dissipating clouds, and Lu Xiucai slowly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw his brothers gathered by the river. He didn't care about the pain all over his body, and rushed over, rolling and crawling.

When I got closer, I found that the matter had already come to an end.

Bai Sha was almost annihilated. Although the third heavenly thunder deviated a little, it still did not change the result.

"You, ah, what else do you want to say?" Zhao Sanyuan made a golden sword gesture, ready to completely destroy Baisha. At this point, how could he not know that his master had good intentions? If he was still indecisive, he would probably make his master angry to death.

As for Baisha, or let's call him Yisheng, he was unconscious and was grabbing at everything he could. However, with his energy running out, he was not even as good as an ordinary ghost, so how could he touch a yang body?
Zhao Sanyuan didn't know what he was saying, so he bent down and listened attentively. Old Liu wanted to stop him reflexively, fearing that something strange would happen again, but after opening his mouth, he stammered and finally didn't say anything.

After confirming it several times, Zhao Sanyuan stood up.

"Not for Bai Sha, I am only going through this for Yi Sheng."

The Golden Sword Technique slashed at the White Evil Ghost Gate, carrying with it his visions in life and his sins after death, and returning to dust together.

"Brother, what did he say last?"

"Yeah, what did he say? Was he regretful or was he saying mean things to me?"

Zhao Sanyuan shook his head and looked towards the rising sun in the east.

"He said that the oracle bones were most likely in the Anqing Gang in Tianjin."

(End of this chapter)