Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Zhiwei was a little moved immediately, and couldn't bear to think about going out and trying it out.

Since you want to try this kind of dharma altar with great lethality, you must not try it in Daozang Palace.

Moreover, to open this altar, even if Zhang Zhiwei can simplify some steps, there are still things that should be there.

For example, you must have a magic sword, and flying swords to kill demons, but you don't have a sword, so you can kill a chicken feather.

Zhang Zhiwei walked out of the gate of Daozang Hall, and a middle-aged Taoist priest was guarding the gate.

He is a disciple of Zhang Yi, the old man in charge of Daozang Hall. Although he is more than one round older than Zhang Zhiwei, they are of the same generation.

"Brother, where is uncle?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"Junior Brother Zhiwei!" The middle-aged Taoist laughed, "My master has gone back to rest. Is there anything you can do with my master?"

"It's nothing, I'm just asking."

Zhang Zhiwei actually wanted his uncle to borrow the magic sword to use, but since he wasn't there, forget it.

In fact, speaking of magic swords, he also has them, but he put them on the shelf after consecration. He hasn't used them much, and he doesn't know if they can still be used now.

Zhang Zhiwei left Daozang Hall, first went to the Zhaitang to get some food, and then returned to his own room.

There are altars, joss sticks, and patriarchal tablets in the interning room. Zhang Zhiwei lit three sticks of incense to pay homage to the patriarch, and took down the mahogany sword hanging on the wall.

This is something that every disciple who confers a talisman will have. Although it is a wooden sword, it has been illuminated and is warmed by qi day and night, so its power is no less than that of an iron sword.

Of course, those are ordinary Taoist priests. Zhang Zhiwei majored in alchemy, and he often used slaps to beat people and ghosts. He had never warmed up this mahogany sword, so there was not much spirituality in it.

In short, it's about to expire.

Looking at the dusty, dull mahogany sword, Zhang Zhiwei wiped off the dust on the surface and said to himself:

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not too late, let's warm up first!"

Immediately, he bit his finger, gathered Qi at his fingertips, and quickly wrote a talisman on the mahogany sword.

After writing, the mahogany sword in his hand had a little more red-golden light, and it was no longer as dark as before.

Zhang Zhiwei exhaled, twirled his fingers, and wiped off the blood on them. With a thought, the body structure moved slightly, and the small wound disappeared instantly.

After getting the most critical thing, the magic sword, Zhang Zhiwei started to set up the altar.

According to what Daozang said, to open this Dharma altar, you need to use dharma scriptures as a guide, paired with Dharma swords, command flags, place cards, talisman slips, chapters and tables... all kinds of tools are available, and then you can read the scriptures and step on the steps Only then can the altar be opened and the magic power of flying swords to kill demons be displayed.

"It's so troublesome, no wonder not many people use it. With this set of operations, the enemy on the opposite side is enough to kill you three thousand times. It is only suitable for sneak attacks. It needs to be simplified."

"These steps are the lower limit of opening the altar. They are for those novices who are strict. Let me see which steps can be simplified?"

After thinking about it carefully for a while, Zhang Zhiwei had an idea in his mind. He got up immediately, and set up a gossip in the quiet room, with yellow paper, pens, ink, and swords around him, and then took the incense burner, talisman slips, and charts in front of the patriarch's tablet and put them on.

Everything was ready, Zhang Zhiwei held a mahogany sword, stepped on the seven-star step, and read the scriptures in his mouth:

"God Xuantian, the true talisman is ordered. You Sheng Zhenjun^ is too faint and bright, shining through the eight gates..."

This is stepping on Yu steps and reciting mantras.

After several operations were completed, Zhang Zhiwei began to create symbols.

He took out a piece of yellow paper, picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing talismans.

This talisman is the decree of the gods, and it is also the last step in the practice of opening the altar.

After finishing writing, Zhang Zhiwei held a peach-wood sword and drew a sword flower. The tip of the sword picked up the yellow talisman, and shouted in his mouth:

"Hurry up like a law!"

Suddenly, the yellow talisman was windless and natural, and informed the gods in the dharma veins.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei felt that in the dark, a huge and mighty god with disheveled hair and golden armor was standing with his sword. He turned his head and looked over. Under the long waterfall-like hair, his eyes were like lightning.

This scene shocked Zhang Zhiwei: "This is... that is the dharma vein. The god in the dharma vein glanced at me. Why did he look at me? I am an ordinary person. What is there for him to look at?"

While in a trance, the mahogany sword in his hand came out, whistling loudly, hovering in the air.

Feijian kills the magic altar, it's done!

Zhang Zhiwei came back to his senses, the look that seemed to penetrate the space just now made him a little nervous, and he began to think.

"I don't care about my appearance, my hair is disheveled, and I look like a libertine who loves freedom. Which god is this image?"

Zhang Zhiwei touched his somewhat disheveled hair, and soon had an answer in his mind.

"The first sentence of the scriptures just now is Xuantian God. Xuantian God is also known as Emperor Zhenwu, also known as Dangmo Tianzun, Patriarch with hair, with hair and hair, the image matches, the god of this altar order , is actually Emperor Zhenwu!"

"Emperor Zhenwu is the god of Wudang. Could it be that I, a disciple of Longhushan, went to order him and disturbed a trace of his true spirit, which surprised him?"

Zhang Zhiwei frowned and thought about it, thinking it shouldn't be.

Although the Great Emperor Zhenwu is the god of Wudang, in fact there are worshipers in various sects of Taoism, so there is no reason to be surprised.

"Forget it, don't worry about it. Although the steps are a bit simplistic, they still follow the rules. Just watch!"

It is said that there are gods with their heads up three feet, Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the sky and muttered to himself:

"You are a patriarch after all. Our place has enshrined you for more than a thousand years. The Five Immortals' family of shamanism tried their best to burn incense and burn their Zen spirits. They were all out of their minds, but they couldn't get much."

"And under the operation of Taoism, every dynasty has sealed you. You have been enshrined by people for thousands of years, and you have so many incense sticks. If you really have a spirit, then manifest it and wipe it off..."

"Forget it, it's just a trace of true spirit. It's unrealistic to expect you to level things up. How about you show your spirit and teach me the magic-swinging sword technique, and I'll help you level up everything, and return this Shenzhou to a bright future?"

After Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, nothing happened, only the mahogany sword was suspended in the air, making bursts of contention.

"After all, it was a wrong payment!"

Zhang Zhiwei made a complaint, but he was not disappointed. He was just beeping on a whim just now, and didn't expect anything.

Looking at the mahogany sword floating in front of him, Zhang Zhiwei didn't directly hit Leifa, which would have ruined the mahogany sword.

He circulated the innate heart-fire qi and lung-metal qi in his body, allowing them to spread out and interweave respectively at the two ends of the mahogany sword, preventing the two qi from converging into one to form lightning.

To achieve this step, it is a test of the control over qi. Most people who want to do this are afraid that they will "explode their swords" in an instant, but for Zhang Zhiwei, it is not difficult.

It may be a little difficult before subduing the heart ape.

But now, his heart is strong, but he is very obedient. While retaining his power, it does not affect Lei Fa's control.

Therefore, he can operate in a more nuanced manner, integrating power and control.

Zhang Zhiwei shot more than a dozen innate fire qi and golden qi in a row, and he didn't stop until he reached the limit that the mahogany sword could carry.

At this time, the image of the mahogany sword has already changed drastically, exuding a dazzling blue light, with a large amount of heart fire qi and lung gold qi circulating on the surface, but the two qi circulate without intersecting, so there is no lightning for the time being.

"It's a bit simple to think, but it's quite a lot of effort to do it!"

Zhang Zhiwei let out a foul breath, and slowly brushed his finger over the sword, allowing the two qi to gather together.

"Zizizizi..."

In an instant, lightning flashed everywhere, like a thousand birds contending, and the entire quiet room was illuminated by the blazing light of lightning.

And the mahogany sword at the center of the lightning is melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"After all, I still suffer from the quality of the material. This mahogany sword is unusable, so I have to fight it out quickly. If the chamber is blown... um, it's the sword blown up. Will my anchorage be blown into ruins?"

Zhang Zhiwei quickly made a magic decision, and finished the last step of Feijian Zhu magic altar.

"Devil!"

In an instant, accompanied by the sound of thunder, the mahogany sword, surrounded by lightning, pierced through the window.

All of a sudden, the wind and thunder moved, and the aftermath spread to the windows of the room.

"Clatter..."

All kinds of sawdust splattered like stray bullets, and the burnt smell filled the room.

After the flying sword passed, the place where the window used to be had turned into a big black hole, as if it had been bombarded.

Not only that, but the room was not much better, all the furnishings were messed up, the gossip table was broken, and even the corner of the patriarch tablet was burnt black.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at everything in the room, dumbfounded.

After a while, he came back to his senses, patted his head in annoyance, and said to himself:

"I'm being careless. If I knew it was so powerful, it was really like a missile, so I used the Golden Light Curse to protect the room."

"But fortunately, I didn't use this in Daozang Hall, otherwise, Master would have eaten me up."

"By the way, just now, in a hurry, I shot that 'missile' into the old woodland in the back mountain. There should be no one there at night!"