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Chapter 264 The scenery above the clouds

The power of the 'Wantong Talisman' is best reflected in various blessing talismans and curse talismans. When used, it can be unpredictable according to one's own ideas. Currently, it is fully refined into a spiritual body driven by Wang Ping Yuan Shen, a blessing with toxins. The talisman can cause a monk entering the country to die silently.

Against second-level monks with the same attributes, Wang Ping can even prevent him from using the wood spirit energy. He can also suppress other second-level monks, turning them into useless people who cannot use their own attributes during battle.

In short, in the third realm, both the consciousness and the physical body have completely broken away from the normal state and have broken away from the shackles of flesh and blood. Facing the second realm, as long as you are not too careless, it will basically be a crushing situation.

This was something Wang Ping had never imagined before, and he was secretly glad that he had always been cautious in doing things and did not have any hot-headed plans to become a monk in the third realm.

"Harvest!"

Wang Ping pointed his finger, and a 'Wantong Talisman' disappeared into the garden. The spiritual trees and spiritual grass in the garden emitted a faint light curtain, and then grew several inches at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"There are still certain rules that cannot be violated. All spells must be within the energy rules."

Wang Ping stood on the top of a spiritual tree, feeling the process of the garden spiritual trees and spiritual grass growing under his thoughts. Now that he has reached the sky, the spells he uses still cannot be conceptualized, and he cannot do what Fu Jun did. of power.

"Do you want to not be bound by the rules?"

Yu Lian asked curiously, and then added without waiting for Wang Ping's reply: "Even the king of Fu can't do this. Only the mysterious fifth realm may be able to break away from the rules a little bit."

Wang Ping remained silent. After thinking for a while, his body silently rose into the clouds, and then he used his soul to sense every plant and tree in each area of ​​Qianmu Temple, as well as every living thing above the plants.

"Do you want to go see above the clouds?" Yu Lian read Wang Ping's thoughts.

"Yes, you stay here, I'll come back as soon as I can." Wang Ping withdrew his consciousness and looked at the sky above his head.

Yu Lian obediently took off from Wang Ping and transformed into her true body. "I sense that the inspiration world above is very chaotic. You must not stay here for too long."

"Don't worry, I know what's in my mind!"

After Wang Ping said that, his figure submerged into the wood spirit energy, and passed through the clouds in a blink of an eye. He glanced at the endless sea of ​​clouds above the clouds, and plunged into the edge of outer space.

The first is silence.

But the silence only lasted for a moment, and the noise of the world of inspiration continued to emerge. Countless wandering psychic creatures shuttled back and forth in Wang Ping's sight like an illusion. It was really like an illusion, because they would suddenly disappear and then appear again. Suddenly appeared from another place.

"Teleport? Or space jump?"

Wang Ping's consciousness emerged, and the magic formula in his hand changed rapidly. A 'sword talisman' appeared in front of him, crossing the void of the real world, cutting off a spiritual creature in the inspiration world, and then holding the strange creature's body in its mouth. His head flew in front of Wang Ping.

"It is indeed a pure energy body, similar to the soul. How were you formed? Or where did it come from?" Wang Ping looked at the deep space, and then he frowned, because observing the deep space from here, you can find most of the The place was actually pitch black, with only a few parts shining with light.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at his feet. The planet had dense clouds, and these clouds could not even penetrate his consciousness. Then, Wang Ping couldn't help but look at the moon.

Like the psychic creatures in the world of inspiration, the moon gave Wang Ping a dreamy feeling. He instinctively took off again. After a few breaths, he suddenly felt a strong pulling force coming, and then he felt his physical body and Consciousness is falling downwards.

But Wang Ping was not too nervous or afraid. He calmly observed the position he had just ascended. There were still many psychic creatures in the world of inspiration there, jumping around like an illusion, and there was no obstacle to prevent them from entering. Space barrier.

Looking at those psychic creatures, Wang Ping couldn't help but think: "So, if you want to get out of this planet, you must get rid of the shackles of the physical body? Or what other conditions?"

More than ten breaths later, his body fell above the clouds. He saw Yulian waiting for him. When Yulian flew towards her, he had already passed through the clouds and saw the beautiful mountains and rivers.

"What a beautiful landscape painting."

Wang Ping sighed while his consciousness floated, and his figure hovered gently in the air.

Yu Lian stopped beside Wang Ping, flew around him twice, and asked, "How is it?"

Wang Ping was about to answer, but for a moment he didn't know how to describe it. After staring at the distant sky and thinking for a long time, he said: "The top of the clouds is like the ocean in a storm, and this land is like a green boat on the vast ocean. "

Yu Lian stared at Wang Ping with wide eyes, and held back a sentence for a long time, "I prefer the ocean in a storm."

"... "

"Okay, okay, I know what you mean."

Yu Lian shrunk her body and lay on Wang Ping's shoulder, reading Wang Ping's thoughts and said: "The recorded history of this world is only five thousand years. What was it like five thousand years ago, and the secrets above the clouds, maybe only Only the Demon Clan and the True Lord will have the answer."

"The demon clan has most likely broken off its inheritance."

Wang Ping now understands why some monks insist on exploring ancient ruins. They may just want to unlock the secrets of this world. As he spoke, he landed at the mountaintop dojo.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

Yu Lian pretended to go to the inner courtyard to get this year's spring tea, but she stopped suddenly just after flying two feet. Then she first turned back to look at Wang Ping, and then looked to the northwest with Wang Ping.

The northwest direction is quiet and still sunny and windy.

But the monks with strong enough inspiration have discovered that the earth is shaking, and the transmitted spiritual energy fluctuations can be clearly felt thousands of miles away in the south.   …

Northwest of Zhongzhou.

Xia Dynasty, Shangning Road.

The most famous place here is Shangning Lake, which was once praised as the "Tianchi" by Lieyang Zhenjun, the headmaster of Zhenyang Sect. It connects the Nong River that runs through Shangjing [-]rd Road, and connects to the vast mountains in the northwest snowy area.

From the perspective of ordinary people, the Great Lake is almost an endless sea, so the locals also call it the Green Sea.

At this moment, on the south side of this beautiful lake, the boundless water waves are boiling. Countless fish and shrimps turn white due to the boiling water and emerge from the water. Then they hit the seaside with the waves, but no one comes to pick them up.

Because the nearby land has been reduced to scorched earth, fires in a nearby town have covered every corner, and countless bones are burning...

They seemed to be living their own little lives before they were alive. The storyteller in the teahouse seemed to be talking about something wonderful, and some people seemed to be clapping and saying hello. The pedestrians passing by in front of the stalls on the street were either on their way or staying in front of the stalls. bargain.

The fire was sudden and terrifying, but it killed them in an instant.

"Boom"

A sound like a war drum suddenly exploded over the town, and an invisible force descended from the sky. The town and the surrounding area for several kilometers instantly turned into powder!

At this moment, all traces of the existence of the town and its people were completely eliminated.

Sky…

The scorching heat seemed to ignite the clouds, and it seemed as if the sun suddenly descended into reality, burning everything it saw, and the scattered flames turned the earth into scorched earth.

In the gaps between the flames, countless heavy pressures fell from the clouds, smashing holes into the burning flames. There was also a huge tower with an earthy yellow halo, shuttling through the flames at extremely fast speeds. Fighting with a figure covered in flames.

"hold head high"

After a roar like a dragon's roar, the lake surface for hundreds of kilometers began to stir, and the lake water that blocked the sky and the sun was pouring back. In the lake water, a dragon dozens of feet long was turning inside.

The moment the flames intertwined with the lake water, the generated water vapor covered the entire surrounding land. The high temperature made it impossible for all living things to hide. The bodies of the innocent people who were running for their lives hundreds of miles away turned red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then fell to the ground. on the ground.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

A Buddhist chant sounded, and the golden stream of light cut off the spreading water vapor, and then slashed towards the dragon in the huge waves with tearing power.

"when"

A sound like the collision of metal sounded, and the golden stream of light tore through the space and hit the huge icicles that emerged out of thin air.

The situation is now clear, this is four monks in the third realm fighting!

And there are four different factions.

The battle here is different from the last time Wang Ping besieged Si Ran. Special personnel were assigned to watch to prevent it from spreading to other areas. This time it was a head-to-head confrontation, and the aftermath of the battle almost engulfed the whole area.

Moreover, the battlefield did not only take place here. Some second-level monks who escaped from the scope of the battle saw the destroyed dojo and went crazy to attack some monks who were not dealing with it.

When the pacification envoy and inspection envoy from Daozang Palace on Shangning Road arrived at the scene, they were unable to intervene and could only contact the headquarters through the tokens they carried.

Two-quarters of an hour later, appeasement envoys from Daozang Hall on nearby Linchuan Road and Zhushan Road rushed to the scene.

The three of them struggled for a long time, but made no move.

Because if they take action again, even if they prevent the battle, they may directly beat Shangning Lake to pieces.

After all, there is no real chaos in the world today. If such an important water source is destroyed, everyone in the world can drown them with just a spit of spit.

However, with the three of them nearby, the four fighting three-level monks could not use their full strength, but they stopped after a moment.

Liuzhou Prefecture, thousands of miles away.

On the watchtower next to the Zuo Army's main camp in the south of the imperial garrison camp, Zhang Xinghuai said with a pity on his face: "What a pity. It would be more interesting if they could kill one of them."

"If that happens, the people in the northwest will probably lose one out of ten!"

A worried voice sounded next to him. It was one of the people in charge of the transfer of the Wang family to the northwest. His name was Wang Lian. He looked to be in his forties. His face did not have the killing aura of a general, but the benevolence and righteousness of a Confucian scholar.

"Don't worry, there is someone who cares about the people of this world more than you."

Zhang Xinghuai responded with a smile.

(End of this chapter)