One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 296: Close your eyes and it will be dark; open your eyes and the sun will rise

The moment the formation was broken, Ge Wenyun felt that all the insects in the valley were drilling into his ears.

Every sound is like a bug. At this moment, the bug seems real and tangible, drilling into the brain from the ears.

Amidst the squeaking sounds, a voice was still heard.

Of course, this voice was what Zhao Fuyun asked her to shout. The moment she shouted, she found that the voice did not sound like her own, but had a sharp feeling. She didn't know that her voice had penetrated into Ge Yunwen's ears among so many insect sounds.

The moment it entered her ears, the feeling of bugs drilling into her brain stopped, and there was a moment of illusion, as if it was about to dissipate.

But soon, she suddenly heard the sharp chirping of insects, which sounded like the chirping of cicadas. At that moment, the shrill chirping became the mainstream, as if to drive away all other different sounds.

Almost at the same time, a black knife light came down from the sky and slashed towards her. She tried her best to disperse the silver needles in her hand and went towards the falling black knife light.

This is the Taiyi Demon-Breaking Needle, which is considered the iconic magic weapon of Mount Li.

As the saying goes, controlling a needle is like controlling a sword. Her thirty-six silver Taiyi Demon-Breaking Needles pierced the ball of black light like rain.

Only a series of "ding ding ding ding" sounds were heard. Although the black light was broken a little, revealing the black flying knife inside, the needles flew away, and the black light rose again, slashing towards Ge Wenyun below.

The knife light was too fast, so fast that the magic weapons in the hands of other people were still in their hands and had not been used. They had no time to escape, and other people were caught in the knife light.

"Ah!" Zhong Wenru couldn't help but scream. She already felt the breath of death at that moment.

The expressions of the several people were different. Huang Chengcai's face was distorted with fear. As a person known as the Purple Mansion Seed and extremely favored in the Longxi Sect, he was going to die in this valley not long after he established his foundation. This made him feel extremely regretful and unwilling.

Amidst the scream, there was a buzzing sound.

A silver-gray ring swept out from nothingness, with a vortex of light like a tail wing, and directly collided with the knife light.

"Ding!"

There was a startling noise, and with their heads still tilted upwards, they could clearly see sparks flying, and the light from the falling sword suddenly dissipated, revealing a mysterious flying knife.

The flying knife was hit and flipped in the air, seeming a little stiff, but soon the knife light flashed with black light with a light shout and flew in another direction.

The knife light was like a black streak, appearing and disappearing in the fog.

The silver-gray ring circled and blocked the flying knife's path.

"Ding!"

Another collision, the black light on the blade dissipated again, but the silver-gray ring did not seem to be affected much.

The moment Gu Zhangyuan's flying knife was hit, he felt a vibration that went along with the flying knife and caused his own magic power to fluctuate.

Magical instruments and magic weapons are embodied with Dharma thoughts. As long as the Dharma thoughts are dispersed, the magic instruments and magic weapons will lose control.

However, each magical instrument or magic weapon is equivalent to another body of the cultivator with talismans attached. The magic meaning on the magical instrument or magic weapon is carefully formulated by the cultivator himself and is used to kill or trap the enemy, or for various other wonderful uses.

Also, because the materials of magical instruments or treasures are tougher than the physical body, controlling instruments or treasures is not only safe, but can also exert a strength more powerful than one's own.

There are also many techniques to control weapons and drive away treasures.

Cutting, stabbing, collapsing, bumping, pressing, entanglement, leading, and emptiness, etc., these are just the basics of the basics, but no matter how advanced the method of controlling weapons and driving treasures is, they are all made up of the superposition of these basic skills.

For example, Zhao Fuyun had already mastered the art of controlling the Yin-Yang Ring when he was in Xuan Guang. At this time, when he was controlling the Yin-Yang Ring, he mainly used the two techniques of collapse and collision. This is the characteristic of ring-type magic weapons.

Because the Imperial Ring is flying in the air, it is always rotating. This can be seen from the whirlpools following the Yin-Yang Ring in circles in the void.

The Yin-Yang Ring also has talismans of "collapse" and "suppression" engraved on it, so it can do great damage to ordinary hard magic weapons. It was originally refined by him to fight against flying knives and flying swords.

So at this moment, when the flying knife was hit, Gu Zhangyuan's Dharma thoughts that were residing in the blade began to vibrate.

After many years of practice, he felt that his magic power was in the magic weapon like blood, seeping into every inch of it and merging with the talismans and spells inside, becoming inseparable.

But at this moment, his Dharma thoughts were like dirt stuck to iron. After being hit by the hammer, they were instantly shaken up. However, this kind of vibration was not like real dirt that would fall off. As long as he was given a little time, he would be able to quickly control the flying knife again.

At this moment, the ring in the void seemed to collapse and turned into an invisible halo. These haloes flickered and were wrapped around the flying knife.

Gu Zhangyuan clearly saw that his flying knife was caught in a circle.

Then, he completely lost his sense of the flying knife, and saw the iron ball carrying his flying knife fall into the hands of a person at the bottom of the valley.

At the bottom of the valley, there was a man standing on a big tree.

His blue Taoist robe fluttered in the clouds and swirling wind. He had one hand behind his back and the other hand stretched out in the air, and the flying knife locked in a ring fell into his hand.

He just took off the ring. At this moment, Gu Zhangyuan seized the opportunity and tried to free his flying knife from the other party's hand.

But the black light on the flying knife appeared again.

"Ding!"

But the Taoist hit the blade with an iron ring, and the blade emitted a black glow.

He reached out his hand and dripped some saliva into his mouth, then quickly wrote something on the blade. At this moment, he felt that his flying knife seemed to be completely suppressed, like a person tied up with no room for struggle.

Gu Zhangyuan's heart sank, he knew that he was about to lose his beloved magic weapon.

He was on a high place, gazing at the mysterious monk who was invited by the disciples of Mount Li.

To be honest, he didn't think he was careless because he had foreseen that the visitor was extraordinary, but in his heart he would never admit that he had fully exerted his strength.

He originally wanted to kill several disciples of Mount Li first, but after being saved by this person, he took the opportunity to test the other party's background with a knife, but he didn't know that this knife would make him lose his flying knife.

"I wonder where this Taoist friend's paradise is!" Gu Zhangyuan suddenly wanted to know this person's background, and at the same time calmed down the anger in his heart.

Anger can make a person's magic more wild and violent, but it may also cause more flaws in himself. He feels that in his place, he only needs to stay calm to be invincible. In this way, it is not difficult to defeat or kill the opponent.

"Zhao Fuyun from Tiandu Mountain."

The man standing on the big tree that looked like a green mushroom spoke loudly.

The sound of his answer actually silenced the chirping of insects in the valley, as if once his voice was uttered, all other sounds would cease to be heard and one only had to listen quietly.

There were several Lishan disciples standing on the cliff not far away. Chen Wenmei had already run to the side of Ge Wenyun. She actually didn't know who the person who came with her was. When she heard the name of Zhao Fuyun from Tiandu Mountain, she was stunned for a moment. She had vaguely heard of this name. She had heard it before in Lishan, but when she wanted to ask those senior sisters in detail, they would always change the subject and not say more to her.

Moreover, in recent years, Tiandu Mountain's reputation has been at its peak.

"He is actually a disciple of Tiandu Mountain." Chen Wenmei looked back at Zhao Fuyun who was standing on the top of the tree. She felt that there was an indescribable majestic aura on the other person. This originally mysterious and terrifying valley was no longer so scary after he appeared.

He looked at his senior sister again, and saw that her face was filled with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Tiandu Mountain? Tiandu Mountain!" On the mountainside, Gu Zhangyuan was stunned for a moment after hearing Zhao Fuyun introduce himself. He did not expect that the person who came would be a disciple of Tiandu Mountain.

"Do you know Xun Lanyin?" Gu Zhangyuan asked involuntarily.

"Of course, Senior Sister Xun has taught me a lot. How come you know Senior Sister Xun?" Zhao Fuyun asked back.

"Okay, okay, today I will settle all the new and old grudges together. So what if you are a disciple of Tiandu Mountain? Since you have entered my Taoist temple, I will make you sink into Taoism here today to avenge the injury caused to me by Xun Lanyin!" Gu Zhangyuan said sternly.

"So you are the one who stole away from Senior Sister Xun's subordinate. Then I will get rid of you for Senior Sister." Zhao Fuyun's voice was clear and cold, which made Gu Zhangyuan furious. He didn't want to argue with Zhao Fuyun anymore. He wanted to feed the singing insects in the valley after catching Zhao Fuyun.

He must be unable to live or die.

I saw him take out a jar from his sleeve and blow into it.

The moment the urn sounded, it was like the opening of a large musical theater.

The sounds of insects, which had been suppressed because of Zhao Fuyun's speech, now rang out in an orderly and rhythmic manner.

Zhao Fuyun did not attack him because he knew that the person standing there was not him, but just a strange monkey.

No one knew where the other party had hidden. There were towering trees and numerous rocks in the valley, so if he hid behind a shelter, he would not be seen.

These insect sounds suddenly came at the same time, and Ge Wenyun and the others who were not far away could not bear it. In that instant, they felt as if thousands of insects were swarming into their bodies, and hallucinations appeared in their eyes.

They saw the fog in the valley quickly darken and transform into the appearance of evil ghosts, looking down at them, drooling from their mouths, laughing strangely, and trying to reach out to grab them.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun stretched out his finger and wrote in the air.

There was a golden and white light on the fingertips, which outlined words in the void like water.

"Edict!"

The spell gushed out from his chest, shaking the entire valley.

At the same time, cloud patterns formed on his fingertips.

"Silence!"

The moment it took shape, he read out the decree again. At this moment, he stood there like the "god" of this valley, issuing orders to the world like a master.

Let this valley be silent.

Originally, there seemed to be a huge tide rising in the valley, as if all spirits were reviving, and as if a nightmare was materializing from nothingness, but with the sound of Zhao Fuyun's "imperial decree", everything seemed to stop.

The originally colorful picture and the passionate music seemed to turn black and white in an instant, and became a silent picture.

Ge Wenyun and others who were not far away felt that at this moment, the world was extremely quiet, more quiet than ever before, and even their own voices seemed to have disappeared.

Their eyes all fell on Zhao Fuyun, and they saw that Zhao Fuyun seemed to be listening attentively.

Because at this moment, in Zhao Fuyun's ears, someone was still trying hard to play the flute, trying to break his ban, but this also allowed him to capture the other party's position.

He threw the Yin-Yang Ring in his hand into the void, and it turned into a faint ring of light and flew behind a rock on the mountainside.

A monkey is trying hard to blow the jar, but it dies under the ring, but it is still fake.

But at this moment, a beast roar suddenly appeared. This was not the roar of an ordinary monster, but the sound made by a monster that was no less powerful than the Purple Mansion.

A mandrill jumped onto a huge mountain and roared towards the sky, as if it had been suppressed for too long and was venting its anger through this roar.

There is a deterrent power in the roar of this mandrill. The pervasive demonic aura rises into the sky and merges with the mist in the mountains to form a magical light. In the magical light, one can see monsters appearing one after another.

Those monsters formed a formation, as if they came from the sky.

The mandrill, which was originally on the ground, jumped up and landed on the cloud. In front of those monsters, he roared. He pointed his hand and pulled up the stone pillar, which turned into a stone stick in his hand.

The moment he saw this scene, Zhao Fuyun knew that this was the opponent's magic, which combined with the chirping of insects in the valley to form a dream, constructed a kind of Taoist image.

He also saw a giant man from the thick clouds, wearing a wide robe with big sleeves, holding an urn and playing a flute. It was silent, but the demon soldiers and generals in the clouds seemed to be able to hear it. They all looked ferocious and made strange noises.

Zhao Fuyun knew that this scene was both true and false.

At this moment, all the female cultivators from Mount Li and Huang Chengcai and others felt as if they had offended the majesty of heaven. The gods in heaven had sent demon soldiers and demon generals to capture them. Fear surged in their hearts, and they forgot all their magic spells and completely surrendered, waiting to die.

Golden light began to surge in Zhao Fuyun's eyes.

As he watched, the fog in the valley suddenly dissipated, but a huge figure fell from the sky, and an evil wind came down.

The baboon attacked Zhao Fuyun with a stone stick in his hand.

Zhao Fuyun did not move. He flicked the Yin-Yang Ring, which he had already retracted, on his finger and it flew up. A silver-gray halo rose up to meet the stone stick of the mandrill.

"Ding!" The stone stick in the mandrill's hand broke, and its body flew backwards, and its body continued to shrink.

Zhao Fuyun's eyes were still fixed on the clouds in the void.

I saw a flash of Dharma light in his eyes, and the fog was dispelled.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes.

The valley suddenly became dark.

As soon as he closed his eyes, it seemed as if the sky was dark. In just a moment, he opened his eyes again. The valley was white, as if the sun was rising from the bottom of the valley.

(End of this chapter)