I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 152 The King of Heaven!

The old man laughed loudly, and the rushing water in the Huanglong River seemed to become even more turbulent because of the old man's laughter.

Chen Zhian rode on his horse and looked at the old man.

The old man casually put down the shoulder pole and took out a stone sculpture from a basket.

The stone sculpture was only half the size of a palm, and it depicted a king with a green face, fangs, and angry eyes, holding a knife in his hand.

He threw the stone sculpture of the Heavenly King casually, and the sculpture seemed to have grown wings and floated in the air, landing in front of Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian subconsciously reached out and grasped the stone sculpture of the Heavenly King.

When Chen Zhian got the stone sculpture, he looked at it carefully, and in an instant, he naturally visualized a real heavenly king in his mind.

He saw that the king stood tall and proud like a towering mountain, with a dark face and a pair of angry eyes that shone with a cold light. Two long fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth, flashing an extremely sharp luster, which made people afraid to look at him.

The king's eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be a raging fire burning in his eyes, as if he could see through all the evil in the world. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, cutting off all the evil in the world!

He held a long sword in his hand, wore a phoenix-wing helmet on his head, and wore a golden chain mail armor. Around his waist was a chain belt with a beast-faced head. His lower body was covered with a group of beautiful mountains and rivers. He stood in Chen Zhian's mind.

This king's appearance is too majestic and terrifying.

But it seemed to be filled with murderous intent, as if it wanted to crush all the demons in the world into dust...

“This stone sculpture contains a method of visualization.”

Chen Zhian immediately understood. He looked up again, but saw that the old man by the Huanglong River had completely disappeared.

The Huanglong River was still surging, and the thick fog that had originally spread out had disappeared.

Chen Zhian didn't know who this old man was, but he was quite curious about this king who hated evil.

He continued to visualize the image of the King of Heaven, and felt that in his innate womb, twelve rays of divine energy were blooming with dazzling light.

The rays of light are full of unparalleled righteousness, like the blazing sun, which will illuminate and destroy all evil spirits!
"It is quite consistent with Nan Liujing."

This thought suddenly popped up in Chen Zhian's mind.

The southern flowing scene is the great sun in the sky.

The Southern Flowing Scene in Baiyujing hangs high above the vast Baiyujing, also emitting a blazing light, illuminating the entire Baiyujing.

Chen Zhian watched the scenery of Nanliu every day, which is why his spiritual energy is so powerful.

Nan Liujing's brilliance also helped Chen Zhian avoid being killed by many gods, and even allowed him to survive the curse of Qi Tianchong in Xi Penglai.

"Nan Liujing is the bright sun, with unparalleled righteousness.

This image of the Heavenly King, though full of killing and destruction, also carries a righteous aura."

"These two methods of visualization seem to overlap..."

When Chen Zhian thought about this, he subconsciously visualized the scenery of Nan Liu.

An astonishing scene happened.

But in Chen Zhian's mind, there stood an image of a king of heaven, with his hair standing on end with anger and his eyes glaring, as if he wanted to swallow up the world.

However, the next moment, another sun rose slowly in Chen Zhian's mind.

The sun was extremely bright and radiant. The sun's radiance continuously shone out from the sun, shining into Chen Zhian's mind and also onto the image of the heavenly king.

In such a short period of time.

In the brilliance of the sun, a figure seemed to emerge, sitting high up on a glorious throne, looking down at the image of the King of Heaven.

The king of heaven raised his head, and then...

Bow your head!

Chen Zhian clearly felt that the image of the King of Heaven in his mind bowed his head, as if paying respect to the figure in the shining sun.

After the salute, the King of Heaven raised his head, walked into the brilliance emanating from Nan Liu Jing, and merged into one with the figure sitting high in the clouds.

When the light flashes.

Another new image of the King of Heaven appeared in the light of the Southern Flowing Scene.

He seemed to be one with Nan Liujing, wearing a long golden robe, a sword at his waist, and his face was blurred... but there was a unique aura whistling from his body.

Wherever this breath passed, Chen Zhian's dark consciousness was filled with light.

It is as if this visualized image is the lord of light of heaven and earth!

"Nan Liujing has merged with the Heavenly King of Killing Life. What kind of Dharma image is this?"

Chen Zhian's consciousness suddenly came to his senses.

But Nan Liujing's light still shone on a new Dharma image, and this Dharma image sat down, sitting upright on the throne built by Nan Liujing's light.

One message after another fell into Chen Zhian's mind.

"The angry king before was called the Killing King, in charge of the light of killing in heaven and earth."

“And this Killing Heavenly King has merged with Nan Liujing, seemingly transformed into a new Heavenly King, but still in charge of the light and killing.”

Chen Zhian immediately understood.

This Nan Liujing seems to be able to devour all the Dharma images in the world?
Chen Zhian was amazed until the sound of the Huanglong River awakened his thoughts.

He took a deep breath.

The Nan Liujing in his mind and the new Dharma body of the Heavenly King disappeared.

Chen Zhian visualized Nanliu Jing again, and saw that the new image of the Heavenly King also emerged in Nanliu Jing.

"Born in the sun, he is also the King of Killing... What should this new image be called?"

Chen Zhian thought in his heart.

While he was thinking, he rode his horse along the Huanglong River towards Dongcheng.

It was not until he walked several dozen feet that a voice suddenly came to his ears.

This voice came from the confession room and told Chen Zhian a message.

Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows, suddenly pulled the reins, stepped lightly on the horse's belly with his right foot, and Beiyin Horse headed towards the street on the right.

Chen Zhian was quite familiar with that street.

Because this wide street faces the North City Garden, two majestic statues, the Wangxing Palace, and the Panchi Terrace which is owned by an unknown noble family.

During the court ceremony, Chen Zhian walked through the north city.

He walked on the flat street. On the Panchi Stage, countless young masters and young ladies from aristocratic families were drinking, feasting, watching dances and listening to music.

He once saw Xie You, Wei Lingyu, and Lu Shengxuan standing on the Panchi Terrace, looking down at him with contempt, as if they were looking at an ant on the ground.

But later, he climbed to the higher Wangxing Palace, and looked down at this group of children from aristocratic families from the same high vantage point.

Today, he came to this North Street again, rode his horse past the two huge statues, walked to the foot of the Panchi Terrace, and then looked up.

He saw clearly the Panchi platform.

Lu Haihui and Lu Shengxuan from the Lu family, Pei Yuan from the Pei family, Wang Zhiwei from the Wang family, Wei Lingyu from the Anguo Mansion, Jiang Feiliu from the Jiang family, and Xie You from the Xie family were all among them.

There were dozens of young men and women drinking there.

They sat on this luxurious Panchi stage, with courtesans dancing, courtesans playing the piano, and dozens of maids walking around, serving them wine, meat and delicious food.

Looking at such a luxurious scene, Chen Zhian suddenly remembered Yun Ting whom he had just met.

I remember the simple chicken, duck and beef wrapped in oil paper.

So he pulled the reins, and the tall Beiyin horse stopped. The autumn sun shone on the horse, and its dark hair shone glossily, making it look handsome and extraordinary. Chen Zhian looked up, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

The first person to discover Chen Zhian was Jiang Feiliu.

When Jiang Feiliu saw Chen Zhian, he smiled, stood up, waved at Chen Zhian, and said loudly: "Chen Zhian, come to the Panchi Terrace and drink good wine together!"

Suddenly, many people on the platform turned their heads at the same time and looked at Chen Zhian who was riding a horse.

Wei Lingyu's pretty face revealed clear anger.

Pei Yuan clasped his fists and saluted towards Chen Zhian.

Wang Zhiwei and Xie You seemed to be watching a show.

Lu Shengxuan had a complicated look in his eyes. He lowered his head and did not look at Chen Zhian.

Only Lu Haihui stood up, holding a cup filled with fragrant wine.

"Chen Zhian, are you still alive?"

Lu Haihui is tall, dressed in white, and has an extremely handsome face. Even among the young men and women from aristocratic families, he stands out from the crowd.

Chen Zhian's eyes met Lu Haihui's, and he immediately sensed a clear murderous intent and a look of regret on his face.

It seemed a pity that Chen Zhian did not die in the assassination attempt a few days ago.

Such an undisguised look was actually telling Chen Zhian clearly.

The assassination attempt by Zhao Qiongshan from the Zhao family of Ying County was carried out by his own hands.

Chen Zhian narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Haihui.

Lu Haihui stood up, holding onto the railing at the edge of the Panchi Terrace, still looking at Chen Zhian, and said, "You must be very careful. This Xuantianjing is full of whirlpools and murderous intentions. If you are not careful, you may not even know where your enemies are, and you will be beheaded and turned into dry bones... Even the most genius talent will turn into dust and dissipate in the world."

"This is the difference between you, Chen Zhian, and those who are in high positions. Those who are in high positions can always draw their swords or knives at you at any time.

But you, Chen Zhian, even if you were assassinated and knew who ordered it, you could only waste time and didn’t know how to deal with it…”

"Chen Zhian, you need to know yourself clearly."

Lu Haihui was like an arrogant and domineering young man, with swords in his words, and he walked straight towards Chen Zhian.

"What does Lu Haihui want to do by being so blunt and humiliating?"

Chen Zhian's thoughts had just come to an end when suddenly, a ray of light flashed from Guanghan Tower in Baiyujing and merged with the southern flow scene.

Chen Zhian subconsciously visualized Nan Liujing, but he only saw a wisp of black mist quietly coming from the void, falling into his brows, into his innate fetal palace, and into his mind.

"This Lu Haihui has murderous intentions. He wants to provoke me and use his divine power to kill me under the Panchi stage."

The black mist silently fell into Chen Zhian's consciousness and turned into billowing black smoke, as if there was an evil demon at work, about to swallow up the twelve divine essences.

At this moment, Chen Zhian's eyes met Lu Haihui's, and the smile in his eyes was clearly visible.

It seemed as if he was laughing because of... success.

"Killing you now will eliminate the trouble early. At most, it will cost me some cultivation resources to appease the wrath of Emperor Zhaofu."

"But if you are allowed to live, you will become a disaster one day."

Lu Haihui thought in his heart.

The black mist that surged into Chen Zhian's mind had completely transformed into a divine image. This image was like a demon, revealing its bloody mouth in the billowing smoke.

But Chen Zhian, who was riding on the horse, suddenly smiled.

In an instant.

In Chen Zhian’s mind, Nan Liujing shone brightly. Nan Liujing had just merged the form of the Heavenly King of Killing, and the traces of the new Heavenly King form that had been condensed appeared.

This heavenly king also stood tall and upright, his body shining with golden light. Unimaginable brilliance shone from him like a scorching sun.

Under the scorching sun, two even brighter rays of light burst out from the eyes of the King of Heaven, and then merged into one, like a ray of sword cutting down.

laugh!
Chi Chi!

The terrifying light of Nan Liujing was mixed with the killing technique of the Heavenly King's divine essence. The twelve divine essences of Chen Zhian also shone. As the light condensed, the knife light in the Heavenly King's eyes flashed.

The horrible dark fog that originally enveloped Chen Zhian's womb and mind was suddenly cut open by this ray of knife light.

Brilliant golden light radiated in all directions, easily shattering the darkness that permeated his mind.

The moment the bloody mouth came into contact with the knife light, it let out a scream and disappeared with a bang.

Lu Haihui on the Panchi stage's pupils contracted, and he groaned suddenly. His eyes suddenly closed and then opened, only to see that his eyes were already full of bloodshot.

He was gasping for breath and his head seemed to be splitting. He held on to the railing with one hand to support his body.

Chen Zhian grinned and asked, "What happened to Master Lu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a silver needle in the void came rushing towards him like a streak of light.

The light was extremely fast, a cold glow flashed, and in a flash it was flying towards Lu Haihui's forehead!
Faintly, a divine image appeared around the silver needle. The divine image seemed to be an extremely strange falcon, with its beak just fitting in with the tip of the needle. It was also mixed with a kind of sharp magical power, bringing with it a murderous aura, and stabbed towards Lu Haihui.

When Chen Zhian caught the silver needle, he was extremely surprised.

As soon as Bai Jian made a move, he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to kill Lu Haihui!
However, Lu Haihui is the strongest among the younger generation of the Shangyuan Lu family.

Chen Zhian used Nan Liujing and Tianwang Dharmakā to crush his divine power, causing him severe pain in his soul.

But when the silver needle came straight at him with mysterious magical power, a divine image suddenly appeared behind him. That divine image was a god holding a sword.

The god held the sword and slashed down!

And between his eyebrows, there was another spiritual treasure seal that shone brightly and enveloped his body.

Many of the young men from aristocratic families around were the characters on the Tiger Cub Monument. When the silver needle appeared, they had already noticed it.

When Lu Haihui's sword and magical power slightly blocked the silver needle, suddenly there were heavy sword intent, sword lights, and magical powers that came crashing down and landed on the silver needle.

The silver needle shone brightly and focused on one point. A stream of true energy pierced straight into the spiritual treasure's brilliance, pierced through the divine sword energy, and landed on Lu Haihui's forehead.

Lu Haihui felt pain, closed his eyes, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

There was total silence on the Panchi Terrace.

After a few breaths, Lu Haihui suddenly opened his eyes: "How dare you kill me!"

As his aura grew, rays of divine energy suddenly came from the East City and instantly locked down the North Street.

"How many lives do you have if you attack me?" Lu Haihui's eyes were tired, but he was full of murderous intent.

Chen Zhian was very surprised when he sensed the many divine auras that locked the void.

"Is this Bai Jian braver than me?"

"What should we do now?"

Chen Zhian's thoughts had just come to an end when someone from East City plucked a red maple leaf and flicked it gently.

A maple leaf floated over and cut off more than ten divine auras around it.

"It's a give and take, just right."

Someone whispered something softly, and everyone heard it.

Lu Haihui took a deep breath and finally lowered his head: "Yes, Grand Commander."

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