Lanke Chess Edge

In fact, many of the imperial guards surrounding the outfield or standing on the four sides of the altar were also frightened by the state of lightning and thunder in the sky, especially when they threw their long weapons back to the sky.

Yan Chang and a few officials from the Sitianjian and the Ministry of Rites also hid in some outer houses, looking at the high altar under the lightning and thunder from afar.

Because of the offering of mooncakes, Yan Chang seemed to be highly valued by the emperor during this period, so he had a greater say among the officials in charge of the Water and Land Ceremony.

"My lord, there is thunder and lightning. I'm afraid there will be a heavy rain soon. What will the mages above do?"

Someone asked Yan Chang worriedly, and the latter frowned and looked in the direction of the high platform.

"Those reports are just ordinary monks, saying that those who come to pray for blessings and chant sutras can get off the stage to take shelter from the rain and rest, and those who have supernatural powers and magic powers in the report, since they are masters, a little wind and rain will naturally not trouble them."

Hearing what Yan Chang said, some officials around who were jointly in charge of this matter looked at each other and generally understood what it meant.

"It's just that the imperial guards above and below the platform will inevitably suffer together."

"Then order all the imperial guards on the stage to withdraw to the audience. It's better to be exposed to the rain than to be struck by lightning."

When Yan Chang said this, he was facing the Deputy Commander of the Outer Court Hall, who was also the deputy commander of the Outer Court Imperial Army. In terms of official rank, it was actually higher than Yan Chang, but the Forbidden Army in such matters as the Fa Conference Can only be auxiliary.

"Hehe, what Master Yan said is right. All my brothers have learned all the martial arts in the army. They have armors on their bodies. It's not a big deal to be exposed to the rain for a long time."

While speaking, the deputy commander sent orders to several soldiers on the side, and the latter stretched out their movements with their knives, trotted around to the Fatai in four directions, and then went up to report the order.

After that, in less than a cup of tea, all the imperial guards and warriors on the platform began to descend in an orderly manner along the steps on all sides. In the end, only a few thousand mages remained on the high platform of the entire ceremony. Each of them prayed in their own way.

As time passed, the sky gradually became darker and darker, and the dark clouds in the sky moved slowly, gradually covering the entire city of Gyeonggi Prefecture.

. . .

"Crackling... Booming..."

Lightning illuminated the face of Emperor Yuande. At this moment, he was looking at the dark clouded sky under the eaves outside a palace.

Today is the beginning of the Waterway Ceremony, and it can be said to be the opening of his future birthday. Nine days later, Emperor Yuande will be canonized as a "Tianshi", and then he will invite the Tianshi to participate in his Longevity Festival feast.

Apart from the eunuchs and guards, there were also a few princes who accompanied the emperor to watch the sky. Besides, there were no ministers or concubines.

"Qing'er."

"My son is here!"

Emperor Yuande called out, and King Wu immediately bowed to respond.

"You said that there was lightning and thunder on the day of the Water and Land Ceremony. Could it be that God is warning you?"

"This... my son... my son doesn't know either!"

This kind of question, Wu Wen didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and dared not answer. The old emperor glanced at him, and then looked at his third son, Yang Hao.

"Hao'er, what do you say?"

King Jin frowned and looked at his father, who was looking at the sky.

"Boom..."

The thunder was violent and thousands of clouds pressed the ink.

"Father, there is no need to worry too much. It is windy, rainy, lightning and thunderous, but they are all common celestial phenomena in this season. Xia Xuedong Lei is abnormal."

The old emperor just looked at him, and didn't say much, and then looked at his other sons, all of them looked like "don't click me".

"Crack...Crack...Crack...Boom..."

Suddenly a flash of lightning strikes from the east, and the dense loud noise startled everyone including the old emperor.

Within a few breaths after that, "哗啦啦啦..." the torrential rain finally fell.

. . .

On the altar far away in the east city, some evil cultivators have only awakened from a dream until now.

In the center, a skinny man with a roe-headed mouse stared blankly at a distance of more than ten feet away. Just now, several thunderbolts fell at the same time and hit a woman there. At this moment, she has turned into a charred corpse emitting black smoke. .

Many "mages" around were so frightened that they collapsed in the rain. Originally, the altar was filled with the noise of praying, chanting sutras and dancing, but now it all fell silent.

"This is not an ordinary thunder... this is Leifa! Someone is guarding the thunder~~~!"

The skinny man with the roe-headed mouse yelled in a panic.

"Someone is guarding..."

"Crack...Crack...Boom..."

The man could no longer speak the second half of the sentence. Six or seven bolts of lightning hit him almost at the same time, and he didn't even have time to react.

The most famous thing in the method of controlling thunder is not its power, but its almost inescapable speed. Compared with ordinary thunder, the thunder of this method of controlling thunder is full of mana and true meaning, plus these evil cultivators At this moment, the state is special, and the power is even more outstanding.

Some mages who were purely mortals or mortal warriors were the first to become chaotic. Except for a very few who were paralyzed by fright, most of them ran towards the altar.

"Oh, you're killing someone!" "Run away...you're killing someone!"

"Walk around, money is not as important as life."

"Don't push, don't push..."

More than 90% of the thousands of people are ordinary people or Jianghu people, wishing to get off the platform with a few more legs, and there are also some practitioners who have nothing to do with Dazhen's general situation or have no evil spirit themselves.

"Boom..." "Boom..."

The thunder occasionally struck down, not every time it would strike someone, but in the process of fleeing a group of people, more than a dozen people were killed.

Under such circumstances, the imperial guards under the stage also took advantage of Tianwei to avoid the outside of the altar, looking for a place that could shelter from the rain, so they did not stop these "mages" who should not be allowed to leave the altar to come down.

Some of the monks who escaped safely among the crowd were very grateful. They stayed away from the altar, and the suppressed sense of fear suddenly subsided. When they looked back, they found that the entire altar seemed gray.

There were at least hundreds of people on the court who did not escape together, not because they didn't want to escape, but because many of them dared not act rashly, let alone be able to act rashly.

At this moment, the sky was raining heavily. Although the rain would flow away, the altar under everyone's feet was covered with a layer of shallow water waves, like a layer of pure glass.

A personal or strange figure is reflected on the surface of the water. Some standing on the altar clearly look like a human being, but the reflection on the water waves is actually a monster.

This is not the key point, the key point is that on this glass-like water wave mirror surface, there are continuous rainwater hitting ripples, and each of the shining words also reveals the real body.

The text has a soft light, and the endless moonlight is like a mirror blooming, and it is like a moon rising in the rain.

An extremely powerful aura was attached to it, and Guanghua showed his magic in the hazy rain. All the remaining hundreds of people felt as if they were crushed by a thousand weights, and they could barely stand.

"Hehe... the reflection in the mirror is flipped!"

Ji Yuan was sitting in a tea shed a few hundred feet away from the Fatai, with his back facing the table, crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees, and looked at the obscure light in the direction of the Fatai with a smile on his face and indifferent eyes.

Since the beginning of Qingtian Sword Power, Ji Yuan's comprehension of his own artistic conception and power has been very effective.

I am very satisfied with my method of borrowing power. Yuehua, imperial edict law, human power, and the hostility and evil aura of the evil people are all indispensable. The stronger the various auras, the stronger the effect.

Ji Yuan is not self-effacing when he thinks about it, this move is full of imagination in the mysterious world of practice.

After this rain, the entire Dharma platform is like a mirror of glazed glass, hundreds of words of decrees show Dao Yun, coupled with the involvement of human Dao Qi and the blooming of Nazang Moonlight, it has produced the effect of "mirror-like flipping".

The demons and ghosts who were screened on the stage had their auras reversed by their reflections. Although they were standing on the platform, their auras were suppressed below the platform. This is also the reason why the water waves can reflect their real bodies. It's not some supernatural power of the demon mirror, it's just the manifestation of Qi.

As long as there is no magic power and supernatural power to overturn this gigantic stone platform, or see through the realm of this level of Taoism, you will be unable to move at the entanglement of energy and heart, and the spiritual platform is also deceived. The more you care, the more frightened you will be. Fear, the more you will be overwhelmed.

Of course, there may be some unpredictable means of escape that can break free.

"Crackling...creaking..."

A strong man stood upright with his muscles bulging and his teeth gritted.

"Hey...drink..."

With a "slap...", one leg bent its knees and slammed on the altar, his whole body trembling and struggling violently, and then the other leg also slammed heavily on the stone platform with a "slap...", what is strange is that the water surface only rippled But no splash.

"Roar……"

Another old man next to him roared, his face was ferocious, his bones were "cackling..." and he took half a step forward with all his strength under the soaring demonic aura.

The result was infinite thunder falling.

"Crack...crack...rumble..."

The old beggar couldn't help stretching out his hand to cover the little beggar's eyes, for fear that he would be stabbed in the eyes by the lightning.

"Tsk tsk tsk...won't you just kneel down honestly?"

In the whole arena, the old beggar and the young beggar were the most relaxed. Not only were they not locked up, but the old beggar also had a state of mind that could be seen through.

It's just that the old beggar was also secretly tongue-in-cheek, after all, he was still a bit misjudged, obviously he had already attached great importance to the law of the edict, but he didn't want the changes in layers to be unexpected.

"Ang Ho~~~~~" "Ang~~~~"

Amidst the thunder in the sky, there was a faint and indistinct sound of dragon chant, swearing the excitement of the dragon above the clouds.

The officials of Dazhen outside the platform and the soldiers who had just hid in various houses looked at the high platform in horror. Even if they saw a large number of mages fleeing down, they would inevitably have a feeling in their hearts when they saw lightning strikes from time to time on the high platform. a thought.

‘There’s no one else up there, is there? '

The old beggar looked at the sky and saw so many tricks, so he stopped staying on the stage, took the little beggar's hand and walked down the stage.

During this process, the "masters" who couldn't move looked at him in surprise, pleading, or anger. Some begged, or there were quite a few who cursed because of misunderstandings, and some even wanted to leave the old beggar behind. But when he was distracted, he was immediately pinned down on the stage and couldn't move.

The little beggar had never seen such a terrifying scene of demons dancing wildly in his life. Looking at the reflections of some "masters" on the ground, they were monsters at all, and he was so scared that he always shrank beside the old beggar.

But the little beggar is not stupid, Grandpa Lu is capable and he already knew that, judging by the current situation, these demons and ghosts can't harm anyone.

"Grandpa Lu... are they all going to die?"

"Hey, this is not something that old beggars can decide. Of course, it's not something that these things can decide."