The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 261 Three Thousand Weak Waters
"Humph!"

In the storm, Shen Yuanliang waved his sleeves, squinted his eyes, snorted lightly, and ignored its curse.

With the help of the dragon vein and national fortune of the Qing Dynasty, Zhu Polong became a half-step sixth realm strongman. He only needed the final walking dragon to take the crucial step. However, he died in the northwest under the dragon-stripping formation.

"boom!"

Out of control, waves hundreds of feet high collapsed and vented in all directions like an avalanche, overwhelming and destroying everything.

White waves rolled, and cool rain hit the emerald green magic shield around Shen Yuanliang, making crackling sounds.

Seeing this, Shen Yuanliang did not dare to delay and casually took out the bronze tripod in his mind. A bright light flashed and it spun around in his palm.

"go with!"

Under the thick dark clouds, the bronze tripod suppressed everything in the world. Its endless devouring power was like a black hole, absorbing the overflowing river water. Countless river water flowed upstream like a dragon sucking water.

Crystal clear dragons stretch between heaven and earth, stretching for thousands of miles, making people afraid.

A cup of tea later, golden beams of light pierced through the clouds, dispelling the darkness, and the earth regained its tranquility, leaving only a mess and thick mud covering everything.

"Use your luck as the furnace fire and refine it for me."

After taking a quick look around, Shen Yuanliang raised his eyebrows, and then used the remaining twenty-one golden lotuses of luck to temper the river water in the bronze cauldron.

The laws of water between heaven and earth are displayed before our eyes without reservation, tearing open the mysterious veil, and the threads of laws emit mysterious fluctuations.

"It's time to complete the five internal organs!"

Shen Yuanliang held his breath and concentrated, wandering in the ocean of laws, further deepening his understanding of the Black Emperor Water Emperor Fist.

A pitch-black light circulated within the internal organs, then transformed into a blue light, and then into a red light, with five colors flowing.

The five elements are mutually generated and restrained. With the help of understanding the law of water, the divine storage of the kidney, the divine storage of the spleen, and so on are strengthened little by little. Five towering palaces are opened up one after another, and gods are bred in them.

"call!"

With a light breath, Shen Yuanliang slowly opened his eyes. A three-foot-long, pitch-black, weak water as deep as the starry sky was wrapped around his shoulders like a ribbon.

The Classic of Mountains and Seas states: "To the north of Kunlun there is water, which is not strong enough to overcome a mustard seed, hence the name Weak Water."

Under the tempering of the bronze tripod, Shen Yuanliang refined the vast amount of river water into three thousand weak waters, which were so deep that even goose feathers could not float and even immortals and Buddhas could not cross.

Even a Daluo Jinxian with great Taoism skills cannot cross the Weak Water. The poison of the Weak Water will only cut off the three flowers on the top of the head and the five energies in the heart, and finally sink into the Weak Water and become a part of it.

"Whoosh!"

Turning the jade ring in his hand and after thinking for a moment, Shen Yuanliang summoned a white cloud, which flew up into the sky and headed straight for the western border of the Qing Dynasty.

An hour later, Jinzhou City came into sight. Looking down at the vast land, one saw countless Mongolian cavalrymen torturing the gentry and powerful, and countless carts of wealth and rare medicinal materials.

"Kill them! Kill them! They are all a bunch of bastards. If you don't tell us where the gold and silver are hidden, no one will survive!"

"Please spare us, General. All the treasures are here. Nothing is hidden. Please give us a chance to live!"

In a fort thirty miles outside the city, the ten most cruel tortures were being tested one by one. The wailing sounds were incessant, which made anyone who heard them sad and cried.

"boom!"

Shen Yuanliang, with no emotion in his heart, shook his sleeves, and a three-foot-long weak water descended to the earth, turning into a river running from north to south, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, blocking the Jinzhou city behind him.

The way of martial arts is to attack, the way of immortals is to create, to make the impossible possible. In order to resist millions of Mongolian cavalry and prevent other countries from intervening, Shen Yuanliang used three thousand weak waters as a barrier to cut off the land in the west so that they would not interfere with each other.

"The river is the boundary. If you dare to take a step forward, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

The white clouds slowly descended. Shen Yuanliang's face remained calm as he solemnly announced to the world. Without waiting for the Mongolian army to react, he turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the sky.

"Gods are gods. They can create rivers with a wave of their hands."

"The Eternal Heaven has appeared!"

Countless Mongolian soldiers dismounted from their horses and prostrated themselves on the ground devoutly. Some even prostrated themselves on the ground, praying to the Eternal Heaven.

"Qing Emperor Shen Yuanliang?"

On a tall horse, Mu Huali, surrounded by thousands of troops, looked very solemn, frowned, and asked with great certainty.

Qing Emperor Shen Yuanliang was no ordinary person, but one of the most powerful men in the Kyushu continent. As one of the "Four Heroes" of the Mongol Empire, Mu Huali already knew his portrait by heart.

Now Shen Yuanliang is riding on the clouds and with a wave of his hand, water becomes a river and a natural moat. He is indeed the legendary banished immortal and must not be offended.

"Now that you're here, you don't have to leave."

At this moment, a man named Red Sun Dharma King, wearing a red lama robe with yellow lining, with a majestic figure and white beard and eyebrows, came forward like an eagle flying by.

As one of the three great masters outside the domain, a high monk at the Potala Palace in the Great Snow Mountain, and the number one master of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, the Red Sun Dharma King is ranked eleventh on the Tianji List, only below Indra.

He was very conceited and thought he was no worse than others. The Qing Dynasty offered a sky-high reward, and the two sides hit it off. A temporary alliance against the Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang gradually surfaced.

The Red Sun Dharma King is one of them!

"what!"

Above the Three Thousand Weak Waters, the Red Sun Dharma King, who was riding the wind, had a look of panic on his face, and his body sank uncontrollably. He tried his best to mobilize his vast internal energy, but it was useless.

"What is this? How despicable! To poison someone is unworthy of being a human being!"

With a "plop", the Red Sun Dharma King who was in the realm of great immortality fell directly into the weak water and struggled hard like an ordinary person.

However, the river water was extremely poisonous and anyone who touched it would die. After a short while, the iron-skinned and iron-boned King Red Sun died before he could accomplish his mission. He gradually sank to the bottom of the river and turned into part of the Weak Water.

"What kind of water is this?"

Looking at the scene before them, everyone, from the commander Mu Huali to the ordinary soldiers, was stunned, and fear surged in their hearts.

Tibetan Tantric Buddhism is very popular on the grasslands. Many people believe in the living Buddha in the Potala Palace. One of the three great masters, the Red Sun Dharma King, is well-known throughout the world, and his extraordinary martial arts power makes him seem like a god.

Now, a "small" river has left him stranded here, with no power to resist. For everyone, this is a forbidden area.

"Quack!"

In the azure blue sky, hundreds of handsome and heroic wild geese with wingspans of dozens of feet formed a V-shape, preparing to fly across the Three Thousand Weak Waters.

Under the golden sunlight, a hazy mist emerged, and wild geese rushed into it, falling one after another, hitting the river surface, and disappeared without a trace after a moment.

The Three Thousand Weak Waters are the best "moat". The river water is highly toxic and even forms a poisonous area in the air that makes it difficult for birds to cross.

For a time, millions of soldiers were silent, regarding it as a scourge, and dared not take a single step beyond the line. The Mongol Empire's grand eastward expedition came to an abrupt halt.

(End of this chapter)