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

In the morning, the sky is bright.

Above the Changbai Mountain, where it has been snowing for days, an almost translucent cloud gap appeared in the iron-gray clouds, which was so bright that it made people happy.

Soon, the sun shone through the gap in the clouds.

And that gap is growing rapidly.

There seemed to be a strong wind high in the sky driving away the dark clouds.

Everyone who drank last night was still as drunk as a dog, but in the gathering place, diners, hunters, and traders were already busy.

They looked up at the sky. They didn't know when the snow had stopped, and a wash of blue appeared in a corner of the sky.

"That's... look, a rainbow! A rainbow!"

One of the guests pointed to the sky and shouted.

Others looked over.

I saw a semi-arc rainbow really appearing in the distance, running straight from the blue corner to the distant horizon.

Such pure colors hang dreamily in the sky. Rainbows in other places have never been so beautiful.

In the gathering place, people were talking a lot.

"This year's Changbai Mountain is colder than in previous years. It snowed heavily for many days and there was also a big avalanche. It's a bit risky to go into the mountain!"

"It's not just the avalanche, even the great fairies in the mountains are crying and howling, which is quite ominous. But the rainbow appears today, which should be a good sign. Maybe in a few days, you can go into the mountains to make a living."

"There! Look what's there?"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

Everyone looked at the sound and saw a tall figure leaping above their heads in the sky above the gathering place, blocking the dazzling sunlight. The sun coated the figure with a dazzling golden glow, making it impossible to look at it.

The tall figure flew across the sky like a rain of arrows and meteors, flashed in front of everyone, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone was talking about it.

"What's going on? What was that thing that flew over just now?"

"I can't see clearly, but it seems to be a person!"

"Human? How is it possible? How can a human fly so high? It's like an eagle flying into the sky facing the sun!"

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The eagle-like Zhang Zhiwei rushed out of the inn, his eyes swept over the houses in the gathering area and the snow-covered mountains, and quickly headed towards the depths of Changbai Mountain.

At this moment, the depths of Changbai Mountain are covered with clouds and mist, and the sun is shrouded. The top of the mountain rising from the sky is glowing with gold, and the sun shines on the golden mountain. It is as beautiful as a miracle and is amazing.

However, Zhang Zhiwei had no intention of watching.

Because, invincible, he was lost.

I was walking in a hurry this time, and I didn’t bring a compass with me. Moreover, the dragon-seeking compass was not brought back after it was given to Guan Shihua to lead the way. Now the mountains are covered with snow, and as far as the eye can see, it is completely white. I can only vaguely remember the road. He was immediately blinded.

Zhang Zhiwei stood there and thought for a while.

He could feel the strong turbulence in the dragon's veins, and expected that the great ritual had come to an end and that the trapped dragon was about to ascend to heaven.

"Guan Shihua is still drunk and unconscious. It is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself. The road in the world is not going to work, so I will take the road in the underworld!"

Immediately, a shadow appeared on Zhang Zhiwei's body, and a powerful earth soul covered his body, turning him into a pitch-black figure.

He reached out his hand and pulled it out of thin air, and a deep black crack was slowly torn open. This scene was extremely exaggerated and bizarre.

The void trembled, and the cracks were torn from the size of a palm until it was large enough for a person to pass through.

Zhang Zhiwei took one step forward, and the world changed in the blink of an eye. Everything around him was fading. Wherever he looked, the mountains, rivers and rivers all turned into black and white lines.

He entered the inner scene of this world.

The interior is the spiritual world. Many things that cannot be done in the material world can be done here.

This is also the reason why interior scenes can be used as a medium for many spells, relying on the ability to make fakes come true.

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and summoned an auspicious cloud, stepped on the back of the cloud, rose into the sky, and flew between heaven and earth on clouds and mist.

The sky in the interior scene is filled with low clouds and is as dark as a mountain. From time to time, dark purple thunder bursts out, making people breathless.

Zhang Zhiwei shuttles between the dark clouds of dawn and death.

Lightning flashed, and dark clouds rolled around.

When the lightning goes out, you can't see your fingers.

However, these have no effect on Zhang Zhiwei. He has the Wan Po Divine Eye and his sight is not blocked.

Not only that, perhaps the Wan Po Divine Eye is a magical power born from the power of faith. It is easier to use in interior scenes than in exterior scenes.

Looking far into the distance, he actually saw a huge eaves piercing the sky in the distance among the skyless mountains.

"Eaves?"

Zhang Zhiwei was stunned, and then he saw more parts. Behind the eaves were carved with wind and painted with black paint, and behind them were cornices, brackets... half of the luxurious building slowly emerged from the fog.

"The eaves located in the clouds, the palace in the sky?"

As soon as this thought came up, I saw the building breaking through the iron curtain-like clouds and mountains, revealing its full view.

The first thing that caught the eye was a large number of soldiers, holding black flags, scattering the clouds as thick as iron, defeating the thunder slurry in the clouds, and clearing the way.

Behind them were hundreds of black-armored cavalry, various chariots on the left and right, and finally a huge luanjia.

The palace in the sky that I saw just now is a corner of this Luanjia.

"What is this?"

Zhang Zhiwei stared at Luan Jia, trying to see the details clearly, but suddenly found that a tall general in front of Luan Jia had turned his eyes sideways at him at some point.

This general wears the Heguan of the Qin and Han Dynasties, a helmet with neatly connected armor plates, and holds a huge broad sword. He looks like a terracotta warrior in a pit.

Zhang Zhiwei was shocked, but did not give up. He looked directly into the general's eyes. He was already prepared for a conflict.

But fortunately, nothing happened until this silent team disappeared into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

He stared at the direction Luan Jia left, thoughtfully in his heart.

This is the inner scene, the spiritual world of all things in the world.

When a living thing dies, it leaves its bones in the material world and also leaves its imprint on the spiritual world.

The stronger the existence, the more important the existence, the deeper the imprint left on the spiritual world.

Inexplicably, he remembered a widely circulated saying that human death can be divided into three stages.

The first is the moment your breathing and heartbeat stop, which is physical death.

The second is death at the social level when your ID card, household registration, and account are canceled after your funeral, and all ties with this world end.

The third is to remember that your people leave this world. This is your real death, because death is not the real farewell, forgetting is.

When no one in this world remembers you, then you are truly dead and everything will no longer be related to you.

“If enough people and objects are remembered in reality for a long enough time, they may still exist in another way in the spiritual world.”

"However, it's hard to say how much it has to do with existing in this way."

Zhang Zhiwei was thinking about it when he suddenly noticed a golden light that was extremely conflicting with the black and white lines of this world, flashing past like a shooting star.

He lowered his head and took a look. Although he felt that the thing looked familiar, he had no intention of intervening.

The bizarre scenes he saw several times in the interior made a thought suddenly flash in his mind - maybe dreams are incomplete images of memories when the soul wanders around the spiritual world after falling asleep.

There is no logic in dreams, and anything can happen, so in the spiritual world, nothing is surprising when you encounter it. When you encounter something, you can't take it too seriously. The greater the interference here, the greater the backlash you will receive. The bigger.

After thinking about it, Zhang Zhiwei moved and continued to fly in the clouds and mist, and soon he arrived at the land of Dragon Vein.

He looked down from top to bottom and saw that terrifying scene again. The golden dragon lay on the ground, almost turning into a mountain range. The cascading ravines on the mountain range were the dragon scales on the dragon's skin, and the undulating mountains were Dragon's eyebrows...

Its dragon head was lying on the mountainside. It was bloody and covered with bite wounds, and there was a crown on the most serious wound.

The crown has eight raised corners and a sparkling jewel in the middle.

At this moment, half of the eight supporting corners of the crown collapsed, and although the jewels in the middle were still bright, they had some cracks.

Zhang Zhiwei had seen this scene at a glance in the outside world when he was fighting Shanqi.

This golden dragon is actually a dragon vein, and the eight upright angles on the crown are the eight flag mountains in the Eight Banners Gonglong Qi Bureau. Because Zhang Zhiwei cracked several flag mountains, several of them collapsed.

As for the jewels in the middle of the crown, they are the royal tombs.

"Cracks in the jewelry mean that the imperial mausoleum that binds the dragon's veins is about to be broken. All things have animism and are about to be freed. Are you happy?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Jin Long's two eyes, only to find that one eye was bloodshot and his gaze was ferocious, while the other eye was a black hole filled with blood, with the eyeballs inside missing, revealing a strong resentment. meaning.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes narrowed sharply: "The last time I saw it was not very clear, it was still a little late. In addition to poaching a lot of flesh and blood, these ruthless Japanese pirates also gouged out Longmai's right eye. Let’s go, this is one of the essences of Dragon Vein, no wonder there is so much resentment!”

Looking at the dragon vein below, Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand, and spit out a bright and blazing silver lightning from his palm, which violently struck the crown of the dragon vein below, but it failed to shake even a little bit.

Zhang Zhiwei was not surprised by the result of this exploratory attack. This crown fell into the real world, but eight peaks and a large palace, how could it be destroyed by one Yang and five thunders?

"It seems we have to start from the outside world!"

Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself, then moved and landed on the corner of the crown. He stretched out his hand to tear open a crack and stepped out to the outside world.

Without alerting anyone, he suddenly appeared on a flag mountain and looked towards the imperial mausoleum located in the middle palace.

In front of the imperial mausoleum, a tall Dharma platform was built, with banners and flags standing on it. Surrounding the Dharma platform were strangers wearing Taoist robes, as well as hundreds of ritual personnel wearing various colored robes.

They were doing the ritual rituals in an orderly manner. The sound of the scriptures and the sound of the bells were intertwined. The energy emitted dispersed the clouds covering the top of the mountain, forming an extremely beautiful rainbow.

This is the source of the rainbow under the mountain, and the host of this altar is Zhang Shoucheng. The upright Tianshi Tao is one of the sects that is best at setting up altars for worship. As a direct descendant of the Zhang family, he is a direct bloodline of the ancestor Tianshi. , with the blessing of a special relationship in the Dharma lineage, it is undoubtedly the most suitable to host this kind of ceremony.

Last time, Zhang Zhiwei used both kindness and power to send away the immortals with a bunch of inheritance. The immortals were very trustworthy and soon sent out some disciples to serve as ritual personnel at the altar.

With the help of these people, the Dharma Altar started smoothly, and it lasted for seven full days. It was the seven stars, and now it has finally reached the most critical step.

I saw Zhang Shoucheng wearing a lotus crown on his head, wearing purple clothes, and walking on cloud-like shoes. He had a fairy-like posture and a charming demeanor. Around him, there were hundreds of Taoist priests working together.

In order to gather these Taoist priests, even the Quanzhen Taoist priests who had no regard for worldly affairs came out of Tiecha Mountain in the northeast. Together with the more than a hundred disciples called by Zhang Zhiwei to perform rituals and pray, this was already the best except for the thousands of people. scale configuration.

"The heaven and earth are natural, the odor is dispersed, the cave is mysterious, and the sun shines brightly. The power of the eight directions makes me natural..."

Zhang Shoucheng held the Dharma sword in his hand, stepped forward and fought, chanting in his mouth. As he chanted, the Dharma incense around the Dharma altar burned rapidly, and the rising light smoke lingered, and suddenly gathered and turned into pieces. Let the arrow go straight to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the sky changed, and a ray of green light penetrated Zhang Shoucheng's body. His figure became extremely tall, majestic and irresistible.

"Why did I feel so familiar? It turned out that the golden light that flashed past was actually an order sent by my uncle. Fortunately, I didn't intercept it rashly like last time, otherwise it would interfere with the progress of the altar and things would go wrong. ”

Zhang Zhiwei said to himself and continued to look over.

I saw Zhang Shoucheng kneading a spell, and suddenly clapped the talisman in his hand. The talisman turned into a stream of light, entwining around the magic sword in his hand. It was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Then, Zhang Shoucheng straightened his robes and bowed to the distance, as if he was saluting someone.

After praying, he raised his magic sword to the sky and roared angrily.

"Disciples are standing guard together to invite the ancestor to come!"

In an instant, the earth was shaken, and the huge altar was also shaken. After a moment of silence, surging and pure power descended.

High in the sky, the sky that was just clear just now suddenly changes, golden clouds stir, and a face emerges from the sky, with white beard and hair, sword-shaped eyebrows and mountain beard, and a look of dust.

This giant face slowly opened its eyes and looked down calmly and indifferently. He did not belong to this era. He was as noble as a god. He watched the unreasonable changes in the world from outside the sky, without sighing or pity.

Zhang Zhiwei stared at the giant face in the sky, flicked his robe, saluted, and said softly: "Welcome the Patriarch!"

He muttered in his heart, "It is said that the founder's nature is like blazing fire, he cuts down mountains and destroys temples, and kills the ghosts and gods of the Six Heavens. How is this not like it!"

On the altar, Zhang Shoucheng put on his miter, straightened his appearance, kowtowed to the giant face that appeared in the sky:

"Zhang Shoucheng, the unworthy descendant, would like to report to the Heavenly Lord that there are Japanese pirates causing trouble in one area. The dragon's veins have been intercepted. The disciples are shallow and unable to control them. Therefore, I ask the ancestor to take action to suppress the evil spirits and help the people..."

In an instant, the giant face in the sky suddenly changed. The face that was originally a dusty color was now filled with murderous intent.

At the same time, clouds gathered quickly in the sky, becoming as thick as an iron curtain and as thick as a mountain.

"Boom!"

Continuous thunderstorms exploded from the clouds, triggering countless thunders.

"I'm just saying, by the way, this is... the ancestor's thunder method?"

Zhang Zhiwei quickly cast several heaven and earth audio-visual talismans, raising his awareness, leaving no blind spots, and observing all directions.