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

The Dharma altar was completed, and as Zhang Tianshi's Dharma appeared, there seemed to be something invisible and insubstantial in the sky, among the thunder clouds, but as vast as the ocean and as heavy as a mountain, pressing down.

Directly below, the ritual personnel holding the great ceremony, whether they were from the Zhengyi religion or not, or even Taoist priests or not, all saluted respectfully and did not dare to overstep the mark in the slightest.

The man above his head is the founder of the Three Religions of Taoism, a Taoist saint. His high status and powerful methods are evident.

"Master Patriarch's appearance is much more high-profile than that of Emperor Zhenwu!"

Zhang Zhiwei secretly thought. With the blessing of the audio-visual talisman of heaven and earth, his consciousness was rising steadily, and he wanted to take a close look at the ancestor's dharma.

However, this is not easy. The Patriarch's Dharma is like a furnace, emitting strong Dharma thoughts to the surroundings. When his consciousness is close, he feels like being burned by fire. The closer he is, the stronger this feeling becomes. It's obvious.

"The ritual constructed by consciousness with the help of the audio-visual talismans of heaven and earth is still a little too fragile. My consciousness can withstand the calcining of the ancestor's thoughts, but the audio-visual talismans of heaven and earth cannot, and I can't emerge from the Yangshen. If you want to take a closer look, you have to be physically present..."

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the Patriarch's Dharma picture above, took out the Crane Talisman, and was about to take action when he saw the sky in the sky churning violently as if it had been boiled.

"Master Patriarch seems to be in a bad mood. If I go through like this, he won't strike me with lightning, right?!"

The scene of being struck by lightning last time was still vivid in his mind. Zhang Zhiwei silently put away the crane talisman. His intuition told him that it was better not to get into trouble with his ancestor.

Unable to watch at a close distance, Zhang Zhiwei retreated to the next best thing and used his Wanpo Shenyan to gaze up into the sky with his eyes like flying stars.

I saw the Patriarch's eyes flashing high in the sky, staring coldly at the dragon veins below, and uttered two words with murderous intent:

"Be punished!"

These two words penetrated the sea of ​​clouds and struck everyone's hearts like a thunderclap.

Immediately afterwards, the two qi of yin and yang converged, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, gathered in the middle, and hung down from the sky, like the chisel of the legendary God of Thunder, spinning slowly, crushing and smoothing the entire land of dragon veins.

This shocking scene left hundreds of people below speechless for a long time.

How could the Ancestral Master who descended from the Zhengyi sect have such power?

Is it really possible for a stranger to reach this point?

Their hearts were shaken. This scene almost refreshed their understanding of the upper limit of aliens.

Even Zhang Zhiwei was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide. As a practitioner of thunder method, he can best understand the horror of it.

This is definitely not something that can be achieved by human power. The thunder method composed of the five Qi alone should not have such power. This is the effect caused by the natural force of heaven and earth with its own power. This is undoubtedly a natural disaster.

"It seems that my previous attempts were indeed correct. The Five Thunder Dharma, named Five Thunders, is actually the Five Qi. The transformation between Qi and thunder can be achieved by building a ritual with Qi. When you practice to an advanced stage, you can like Like a warlock, he uses himself as the base and magic as the fulcrum to leverage the natural power of heaven and earth to exert more powerful power, just like now..."

Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself that he had more insights, but he had no time to think about it. The sky was shaking, the sea of ​​clouds seemed to be a closed furnace, and the long-suppressed thunder broke out.

"Rumble..."

With an explosive roar, silver thunder wrapped in blazing flames fell from the sky, as straight as a sword, and struck the imperial mausoleum.

In an instant, brilliant white light filled his sight. Zhang Zhiwei was on the flag mountain, far away and had little impact.

But those who did it felt uncomfortable. Their eyes were full of blazing light and their ears were full of roaring. It was as if they were struck by lightning.

However, they were in the altar, so even though the divine thunder was powerful, it did not hurt innocent people.

After a while, they finally recovered from their dizziness, rubbing their heads and looking in all directions.

The continuous thunder was still ringing, and the imperial mausoleum bombarded by the thunder had turned into ruins. The remains of the building were burning, and everything turned into firewood for the fire.

And above the imperial mausoleum, the thundercloud that was almost reaching the ground was like a huge chisel, grasped by a big invisible hand, and it was hammering down hard.

Every time he chisels, a large amount of thunder is plowed out. These thunders blast into the ruins, causing the flames to rise and billow...

"Is this the strength of the founder of Taoism? It's simply beyond my imagination!" someone sighed.

"I originally thought that the last time the Little Heavenly Master asked Emperor Zhenwu to add his divine power, it would be the pinnacle of what a stranger could reach, but compared with this scene, it is still far behind!"

"What are you thinking about? The last time we invited Emperor Zhenwu's altar, it was just a temporary grass platform team. It didn't take much effort at all. This time we invited Zu Tianshi's altar, but hundreds of people cooperated for seven days. The scale is very different and there is no comparison at all. How about using an altar of this size to ask Emperor Zhenwu to try? The power will definitely not be smaller than this." The little Taoist priest from Wudang said with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Since inviting Emperor Zhenwu can have the same effect, then why invite the Ancestral Master instead of Emperor Zhenwu?" someone asked.

"This, this, this, this..." the little Taoist priest hesitated.

"It's because most of the Taoist priests in Wudang are not good at making rituals, so they can't invite them. This is exactly what the Taoist priests of the Zhengyi Sect are good at. In addition, Zhang Shoucheng is the direct descendant of the ancestor Tianshi and has an innate advantage, so he can order It shows the power of the ancestral heavenly master." Someone knowledgeable said.

"What's going on? Does the order from the gods still matter?" Someone was puzzled.

"What do you think?" The man said: "The tradition of protecting calves in the Tianshi Mansion started with the ancestor Tianshi. Look at what he taught to the Tianshi and what he left for the Zhang family. And it was the Tianshi who taught him. There are three or five male and female evil-killing swords, and the Yang Pingzhi Du Gong Seal..."

"Be careful what you say. They say there is a god three feet above your head. Now the god is right above your head. How dare you criticize me from below? Are you really afraid of being struck to death by lightning?"

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"Taoist Priest? Was it successful?"

Zhang Shoucheng, who was on the altar, looked back and saw that the person asking the question was the head of the Gao family.

Zhang Shoucheng hesitated for a moment, then raised his head to look at the image of the Patriarch in the sky, only to find that the sky was covered by nearly endless clouds, and the image of the Patriarch was no longer visible.

He looked around again. After seven days of non-stop practice, everyone was already quite exhausted. After pondering for a moment, he nodded:

"The imperial mausoleum was destroyed, and even the ubiquitous Qi Bureau that shrouded the surrounding areas has dissipated. I guess it must have been a success!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's tense energy relaxed and they cheered loudly.

Some people even cried with joy. In their opinion, the reason why there are so many disasters in the land of China is that the dragon veins are locked. When the dragon veins are freed and the luck returns to the earth, everyone will be blessed. The earth will once again be filled with outstanding people.

However, the head of the Gao family was a little hesitant. He noticed that what Zhang Shoucheng said was "should", which was an uncertain word.

Moreover, there shouldn't be any movement when Dragon Vein escapes from trouble. Could it be possible that it just escaped into the earth without saying a word?

He was a little confused and looked at the master of the Shuzi Sect next to him:

"Master Hu Tu, what do you think?"

Master Hu Tu did not look at the imperial mausoleum. He was looking at a certain flag mountain on the side in a daze. When he heard the question from the Gao family, he turned his head and said with a puzzled face:

"Brother Gao, what did you say?"

"I said……"

Patriarch Gao was about to speak.

Suddenly, a dull rumble sounded, and the ground shook. Some people standing were caught off guard and were shaken like a gourd rolling to the ground.

It is conceivable how strong this sudden earthquake was. If the Dragon Vein Land had not been affected by the Qi Bureau and there was no snow, there would have been a huge avalanche.

"What's going on? How could there be an earthquake here?"

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

On the high platform of the altar, Zhang Shoucheng shouted loudly:

"Everyone, hold still, don't mess up, and don't leave the area of ​​the altar, otherwise you will be affected by the thunder!"

As soon as everyone heard this, they immediately got into order. Even though they were feeling constant shocks, they did not dare to run around and obediently guarded the altar.

"Rumble...Rumble..."

Along with the vibration, there were bursts of high-pitched roaring sounds coming from the ground.

"What's that sound about?"

Everyone looked puzzled and horrified, because the voice was right under their feet.

They felt like there was a huge bell buried under their feet. Every time they hit the bell wall, a heart-shaking sound spread out. After countless hits, the sounds were superimposed and forced to break through the bell wall. It was like they were in the endless silence. At sea, I heard the long roar of the dragon deep in the water, which made people want to worship in horror.

On Qishan, Zhang Zhiwei used Heaven and Earth Vision again, and then pressed down on the ground.

Last time I listened to the sky, this time I listened to the underground.

Under the influence of the talisman ritual, his consciousness sank into the ground, and soon he saw that among the earth veins, a dragon-shaped golden Feng Shui Qi vein that was so huge that it could not be seen at a glance, roared up to the sky.

Zhang Zhiwei instantly understood that this was the Dragon Vein that had escaped from its trap, and it pushed its back hard against the ground to get out.

Everything on the ground shook because of the roar of the dragon veins. The imperial mausoleum, which was already collapsing and burning, completely collapsed under this vibration.

The dragon veins turned over, and the feng shui Qi veins underground were turbulent. The chaos was so chaotic that it could no longer be observed. Zhang Zhiwei withdrew his consciousness and raised his head to the sky.

The clouds hung low in the sky, and it started to rain. The clouds that had accumulated in the sky shattered, and thunder and fire moved through them.

Heavy rain, thunder, fire, roar, the greatest power between heaven and earth is rampant in the land of Dragon Veins.

Zhang Zhiwei stood on the top of the mountain without the protection of the altar. All kinds of terrifying energy came one after another, as if thousands of needles were piercing his body.

But he stood still, a layer of golden light as thin as cicada wings spread over his body, flowing in a Tai Chi circle.

He raised his head and stared at the sky quietly.

The dragon veins came out, and in the Yunshan Mountains, the appearance of the Ancestral Heavenly Master was getting weaker and weaker.

His face no longer looked murderous, and returned to its previous appearance. He did not look at the ground, but looked calmly and indifferently into the distance, as if he were a god in heaven, watching the unexplained changes in the human world from beyond the clouds. .

Is the Patriarch a true spirit like Emperor Zhenwu, or is he just a dharma image that carries power... Zhang Zhiwei looked at the sky, thoughtfully.

The appearance of the Ancestral Heavenly Master became increasingly faded. At the moment when it was about to disappear, the Ancestral Heavenly Master’s eyes flickered and turned around. From the sky, he looked down at the entire scene and slowly spoke:

"You can change the world!"

After saying that, the Dharma form, which was as big as a mountain, suddenly collapsed without any sound.

Along with the appearance of the Ancestral Heavenly Master, the cloud mountains that connected heaven and earth also collapsed and disintegrated in an instant.

In an instant, the wind, rain, fire, and thunder suddenly disappeared. Even the earth stopped shaking, and the heaven and earth seemed to suddenly stop.

After a while.

There was a commotion below.

"Have you all heard what the Ancestral Master just said?"

"I heard it. The Ancestral Master said, 'You can change the world.' Although he said it to all of us, please note that it is 'you', not 'you'. Who is this 'you'?"

"Is it Taoist Zhang Shoucheng? He is a direct descendant of the Heavenly Master. It is very reasonable for an elder to say this to a younger one!"

"There is no problem logically. Taoist Zhang Shoucheng presided over this altar and released the dragon veins. Wasn't it true that the world was changed by him?"

Everyone was talking about it.

Patriarch Gao clasped his hands and said, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Zhang for receiving the approval from the Ancestral Heavenly Master. You have a bright future!"

Zhang Shoucheng's reputation was the most impressive, and he immediately shook his head:

"Brother Gao, please don't offend me. This is absolutely impossible. The founder cannot be talking about me. It is more likely to be some young hero present."

The head of the Gao family said: "Speaking of young heroes, who among this generation can compare to the little Heavenly Master of your Heavenly Master's Mansion, but... he doesn't seem to be here!"

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At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei was in a daze. When the Patriarch disappeared, he vaguely saw it, and his eyes seemed to glance at him, but he disappeared before he could see clearly.

"Among the people below, except for Zhou Sheng, there seems to be no one who will be outstanding in the future. I will assume that you are talking about me, but how can you just write a blank check? Emperor Zhenwu also gave you a unique skill! "

Zhang Zhiwei was cursing in his heart when he suddenly heard thousands of "sizzling" sounds.

"This is……"

He quickly looked at the ground and saw that in this sub-zero low temperature, millions and tens of millions of flower stems emerged from the soil, green and green, with new green leaves and delicate flower buds, all over the mountains and fields. .

In just a blink of an eye, the flowers bloomed, and large areas of bright red, pink and purple, moon white, sea blue, goose yellow... were sprinkled on the entire land like a painter splashing ink.

This is the power of life, the endless power of life.

At this moment, everyone suddenly looked up at the ground. With the ruins of the imperial mausoleum as the center, the earth cracked, and a golden light rose from the ground with the power of a volcanic eruption.

Everyone's eyes followed the golden light and looked towards the sky.

Immediately, a bright golden color burst out from the clouds. It was a piece of golden scale sticking out of the cloud and shining in the sun.

Then, the horse head, antlers, lion temples, snake body, carp scales, tiger paws, eagle claws...

A five-clawed golden dragon as big as a mountain hovers over Changbai Mountain.

"Is this the dragon vein? It's so majestic!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the huge Feng Shui Qi Veins, but a somewhat absurd idea suddenly came to his mind: "The method of moving mountains can move the Feng Shui Qi Veins to suppress people, I don't know..."