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Volume 2 The Rise of the Doctor Chapter 244 Surprise and Joy

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    Once you enter the formation, you will not know the time. The guardian formation of the Great Yuan Treasure House, the Dimensional Killing Formation, has eighteen thousand small spaces within it. Under the layers, using space as the basis, there is no other way but to forcefully break through.  Even though Ye Yuan has a mark to guide him and will never lose his way, walking is still extremely difficult.

    The eyes of the vast majority of experts in the entire Tianyuan world have been attracted to the Great Yuan Treasure House, but the northeastern part of the Tianyuan world has fallen silently!

    The Nocturnal Clan suddenly appeared and spread rapidly like a locust, destroying all creatures in its path. Especially the human race, which can be directly transformed into new members of the Nocturnal Clan, and those masters of the human race  , after the transformation was completed, the strength was even better than before. In just a few days, the Night Walker Clan's arrangement showed a terrible record.

    After the fall of Xuzhou, another state adjacent to Yuzhou, Qingzhou, also fell. In one state, most of the millions of monks were killed or injured, and the rest were all transformed into night warriors to join this locust-like army.  middle.

    At this moment, most of the masters in the Tianyuan world are either in retreat or being attracted by the Great Yuan Treasure House, so that the actions of the Night Walker Clan are overwhelming and they encounter almost no effective resistance.

    But at this moment, in Xianyang City, the new emperor suppressed the news about the Night Walker Clan, and controlled many forces in the entire Shenzhou, suppressing the three most powerful states in the Tianyuan Realm within the Shenzhou, Yun  Zhou, Shenzhou, Zhongzhou, Zhongzhou has always been mysterious, this time the Night Walkers suddenly appeared, and no movement was seen in Zhongzhou.  However, there was no movement in Shenzhou. Only Yunzhou was left in disarray. Some of the top experts who were still active had already gone to the Tianbo Inner Sea. They couldn't get away at this moment. Even if they got the news from the Night Walker Clan, most people  They all turned a deaf ear.  I simply can't bear the temptation of benefits from Dayuan Treasure House.

    In Xianyang City, the new emperor stood on the Temple of Heaven wearing a brand new dragon robe.  He was chanting sacrificial inscriptions, but behind him, the Taifu who was supposed to be in the Great Yuan Treasure House appeared in the imperial city for some unknown reason.

    ?Looking at the new emperor.  The Taifu sighed in his heart. He was the first person to know that the new emperor was not the blood of the previous emperor. However, from the time the new emperor was born, it was the Taifu who raised him. Even all the knowledge of the new emperor was basically taught by the Taifu. After so many years  In the end, it no longer matters whether the new emperor is of the blood of the previous emperor. As long as it can stabilize the Qin Dynasty, it does not require the new emperor to pay an unacceptable price.  Only the dragon veins and dragon energy can be completely integrated with the new emperor.

    That trace of bloodline inheritance is completely transformed from the former emperor to the new emperor. This is the only way, the best way at this stage.

    The new emperor knelt on the ground, and the Taifu murmured to himself: "Dan, this is all the teacher can do for you, the rest is up to you!"

    "But the new emperor didn't seem to notice the Taifu at all, and the people around the Taifu didn't seem to notice the Taifu at all.

    The Taifu made seals with his hands, and with the sacrificial inscriptions in his mouth, the rhythmic sound of the sacrificial inscriptions began to sound.  Following the seal in Taifu's hand, the densely packed sacrificial inscriptions on the eight walls of Xianyang City began to light up.

    Starting from the outermost thousand-mile city wall, the billions of sacrificial inscriptions began to light up. The golden characters turned into substance, flew out from the city wall, and then turned into golden canopies.  Between heaven and earth.

    The light curtain formed by the golden sacrificial inscriptions reaches straight to the sky and is connected with the clouds above the sky. From the outside, the entire Xianyang City seems to be shrouded in a golden light curtain. Countless golden sacrificial inscriptions  It began to shuttle among the clouds, and within a moment, it completely enveloped the entire manifested cloud.

    The seemingly non-existent clouds were also completely formed. The white mist was stimulated by the golden sacrificial inscriptions, and then turned into loud and murmuring sounds. The clouds in the clouds began to slowly  dissipate and transform into another form.

    The clouds slowly dissipated, and countless subtle prayers, praises, and wishes began to sound from the top of Xianyang City, and then the sacrificial inscriptions on the second city wall also began to light up.

    Another golden sacrificial culture rose into the sky and turned into layers of golden light curtains filled with characters.

    The third wall, the fourth wall, the fifth wall, the sixth wall, and the seventh wall.

    In an instant, among the eight walls of Xianyang City, except for the imperial city wall, the inscriptions carved on all the walls lit up. Under the stimulation, the cloud at the top of Xianyang City had completely transformed into a form, from cloud gas to  After hearing countless voices, the cloud changed its form, and the dragon veins and dragon energy in the cloud were completely exposed to everyone's sight.

    ??A golden divine dragon that reaches for more than ten miles is soaring over Xianyang City, with the sound of dragon roars.For a long time, the new emperor's eyes were burning, looking at the golden dragon above his head that had been completely manifested, with a look of smugness in his eyes.

    The new emperor stood up, opened his arms, and began to slowly float towards the sky.

    But the Taifu, who seemed to be invisible to everyone, suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his orifices were bleeding instantly. His face was as pale as gold paper. Looking at the new emperor flying away, his face showed an expression that seemed to be relief, helplessness, and relief.  , the seal in his hand changed again, and he shouted loudly: "Sacrifice!"

    The Ritual of the Six Arts of Confucianism, the most mysterious among the Six Arts of Confucianism, a supernatural power that almost no one has ever mastered, is now being displayed by the Taifu. In the void, an invisible law is affected, and the vitality around the Taifu's body rapidly fades.  .

    Puff puff¡­¡­

    The Taifu's body remained motionless, and the seal in his hand was as stable as Mount Tai. However, he sprayed three mouthfuls of blood from his mouth. Half of his hair turned as pale as snow. His vitality dropped sharply, and his whole body already exuded a sense of twilight.

    And just when the new emperor was about to collide with the golden dragon painted with dragon veins and dragon energy, he saw the Imperial Master standing on an altar on the observatory behind the imperial city, his hands turned into an afterimage.  , the seals were played one after another, and the light patterns around the altar lit up, and then turned into a torrent of starlight that rolled back toward the top of Xianyang City.

    The torrent of starlight goes upstream wherever it passes.  Everything seemed to be eroded, turning into little bits of starlight and dissipating. The new emperor flying up in the sky looked at the torrent of starlight coming, and the murderous intent was revealed in his eyes.

    At this moment, on the last wall of Xianyang City, the wall of the Imperial City, dark golden sacrificial inscriptions began to light up.  Characters flew out one by one, turning into dark golden light pillars and rising into the sky. The torrent of starlight emitted by the Imperial Master did not even resist.  It dissipated directly, and the dark golden characters rose into the sky, like a tornado.  The new emperor and the dragon vein and dragon energy swirled around the top of the imperial city.

    At this time, the new emperor suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the Taifu, but could not see anything. The new emperor's eyes trembled and he murmured to himself: "Teacher"

    The ritual of the Six Arts of Confucianism refers to sacrifice, which is the most mysterious magical power among the Six Arts of Confucianism. It has no branches and is the most difficult to think about and judge.  But these all have one characteristic, that is, they have the effect of changing one's fate against the heavens. Similarly, the restriction is to use this magical power.  What needs to be consumed is not the true energy, nor the power of the soul, but the longevity energy!

    Using the sacrificial inscriptions on the eight city walls of Xianyang City, it took more than a thousand years to construct a sacrificial inscription of this scale. The power of the six Confucian arts rituals displayed has reached the level of defying heaven and changing fate.  Similarly, the consumption of longevity is also increasing exponentially.

    At this moment, the cultivation level of the Taifu Yingshui stage can be regarded as youth at most, but at this moment, his hair is half white, and there is an air of twilight in his body that is difficult to conceal. This is a symptom that only people who are about to run out of life will appear.  .

    As soon as the magical power appeared, the dark golden characters appeared, and no external force could stop it from stopping.

    The new emperor stood in the sky, facing the golden dragon transformed by the dragon's veins and dragon energy. There was only a distance of three feet between the two, but once they reached the distance, there seemed to be an invisible force preventing them from getting closer.

    And among those dark golden characters, there is a mysterious power, which is constantly eroding the distance between the new emperor and the golden dragon.

    On the observatory, the Imperial Master vomited blood and looked at the tens of thousands of dark golden characters with a solemn tone: "Yang Yuxin, you are seeking death. The rituals of the Six Arts of Confucianism are borrowed from the sacrificial inscriptions on the eight walls of Xianyang City.  , I am afraid that all I need to spend is 90% of your lifespan. Is it worth it for this fake dragon?"

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? but the Imperial Master could not be reconciled at all, and even sacrificed the Grand Tutor's life. After doing this, the Imperial Master already felt that he had not lost unjustly.

    Suddenly, the Imperial Master who was about to leave suddenly stopped and looked at the sky. At the top of the golden dragon, a shadow of a huge golden sword that was ten miles in size fell from the sky and struck at the golden dragon.

    The fierce and sharp energy filled the air, and the air was cut with painful screams. Without the protection of the clouds, this dragon vein dragon energy was extremely fragile.

    Stimulated by the phantom of the golden giant sword, the increasingly small repulsion between the new emperor and the dragon's veins and dragon energy increased several times in an instant. Originally, there was only one foot of distance left, but at this moment, there was  The distance was restored to three feet again.

    Before the golden sword fell, it was crushed by those dark golden characters. In the sky, the figure of King Huainan suddenly appeared.

    King Huainan looked at the new emperor who only had cold eyes, laughed loudly, and said: "Okay! Okay! Okay! Yes, you are better than me!"After saying that, King Huainan turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia.

    The new emperor¡¯s expression was grim as he continued to move towards the dragon vein and dragon energy.

    On the other side, in a small space in the Dayuan Treasure House, Ye Yuan looked at Hua Mo who looked crazy, rubbing his hands in joy, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

    In this Yuan Killing Formation, the painted demon was able to seal off the ten-foot space in an instant and forcibly interfere with the formation's operation. With this kind of strength, it only took three people to kill Ye Yuan, Changsun Wuji, and the old man.  Move your thoughts.

    Ye Yuan thought he could still escape. He had a stand-in doll to die once, and he could use the mark to escape from here after dying once. However, Changsun Wuji would probably die completely if he drank the old man. These two infants were in the split stage.  A master of painting is no different from a child in front of the painting demon.

    Ye Yuan's mind was spinning rapidly, thoughts flashed through him one after another, and he began to think about how to deal with this old madman.

    ?? A madman cannot be judged by ordinary people's thinking at all. Facing this guy is much more dangerous than facing Thousand Machine Thieves Saint or even facing Qin Ying.

    Ye Yuan's mind was racing, but Hua Mo walked over step by step with a strange smile.

    Seeing it getting closer and closer.  Ye Yuan subconsciously displayed the Eye of Juexiao.

    His eyes became as deep as an abyss, and everything reflected in his pupils turned into strands of threads. The small space in front of him all turned into pieces, like small spaces that had been cut out by someone. Threads and lines constructed a  Each small cube space is constantly changing, combining, and overlapping.

    And the painting demon in front of you.  It also turned into a human-shaped shadow. The silk threads on its body were constantly changing, and they were connected with several surrounding silk threads.

    Suddenly.  Ye Yuan stretched out a finger, extremely calm, abandoning the fetters of emotions.  The only hope of life that can be judged at this moment is these threads of law!

    These are far from beings that Ye Yuan can touch at the moment.

    Ye Yuan stretched out a finger, and the dense shamanic characters on the finger emerged. It was constructed with the power of the soul and turned into a finger cot on one of Ye Yuan's fingers.

    Ye Yuan lightly touched a silk thread in front of him and flicked his fingertips, vibrating a silk thread. Then he saw the painting demon not far in front of him suddenly trembled, and the surrounding threads also began to be affected.  , threads that Ye Yuan could not see just now appeared out of thin air.  Linked to the one that Ye Yuan touched in front of him, with a tremor, the entire space trembled, and the space blocked by the painting demon shattered instantly.

    This small space of ten feet in size returned to its original state again, at this moment.  Ye Yuan waved his hand and threw Changsun Wuji and the old man out of this small space. In an instant, the two of them disappeared with the movement of the small space.

    The next moment, the index finger of Ye Yuan's right hand cracked and turned into little bits of powder that dissipated, and his skin looked like broken porcelain.  A trace of cracks began to appear. From the inside to the outside, countless cracks appeared in an instant. It seemed that the physical body was about to collapse in an instant. The life essence in the body went crazy in an instant. The life essence flowed throughout the body, destroying Ye Yuan's body that was already on the verge of collapse.  After stabilizing, and then quickly repairing, the finger that touched the thread of law and was annihilated by the backlash could not be recovered.

    A trace of strange power lingered around the fracture on the index finger of Ye Yuan's right hand. Even Ye Yuan's life essence could not restore the annihilated index finger.

    A strange feeling appeared in Ye Yuan's heart. Ye Yuan seemed to have forgotten his current situation at this moment, and just stared blankly at the strange thing attached to the port at the base of his right index finger.

    "Laws!"

    Ye Yuan almost screamed in surprise.

    He actually felt the power of the law!

    It is a kind of power that seems to have nothing and seems to be all-encompassing.

    In front of him, Hua Mo, who had already walked in front of Ye Yuan, suddenly knelt down with a serious look on his face. He knelt down with his whole body bowed to the ground. With a tone like a pilgrim, he said: "Please teach me, teacher."  I paint!¡±

    In the state of abandonment, Ye Yuan could not suppress the horror. As a sinner, most of the laws between heaven and earth cannot be understood by Ye Yuan, and even any opportunity that can help him understand is impossible. However,  This time, Ye Yuan felt the power of a law under the touch.

    So much so that this kind of horror completely overshadowed the horror caused by the painting demon¡¯s actions at this moment.

    Hua Mo looked at Ye Yuan. Ye Yuan was still looking at his broken finger blankly. Hua Mo respectfully said: "Teacher, this is the remnant of space power. I wonder if I need a disciple to help the teacher expel it?"

    Ye Yuan was startled and said quickly: "No need"Use it!  "

    This thing is a treasure. Not to mention losing a finger, even if it becomes a human stick, Ye Yuan thinks it is worth it!

    I have found the power of a law that I can feel, which is stronger than anything else!

    After calming down at this moment, Ye Yuan also instantly realized that space is the foundation of the existence of a world, the foundation that carries everything. If the identity of the heavenly sinner of the soul wizard is enough to abandon Ye Yuan outside the space, then Ye  Yuan Bian is no longer a person in this world and cannot appear in this space.

    In contrast, what Hua Mo did at this moment could no longer shock Ye Yuan.

    Looking at Hua Mo, who was as pious as a pilgrim, Ye Yuan's mind changed quickly and said: "Hua Mo, you want to become my teacher? What do you want to learn?"

    The painting demon immediately said: "I want to learn the teacher's ability to see through me, and the magical power that can touch the laws. If I learn it, I can implicate the laws when painting!"

    Ye Yuan looked at the sincere painting demon and said, "I can't teach you, and you can't learn it either."

    The painting demon immediately became anxious and said: "Teacher, I have had nine hundred and thirty-eight teachers, and there is no one that I can't learn from. The teacher's painting ability is far superior to that of the disciple, and also surpasses all the teachers of the disciple. Please  Accept a disciple!"

    With that said, Hua Mo knelt down again.

    Ye Yuan was surprised and said: "You have studied painting with more than 900 teachers? Where is your teacher?"

    The painting demon said casually: "They are all dead."

    "How did you die?"

    "They can't teach me anymore. I'm better than them, so naturally they're all killed by me."

    Looking at the painting demon who looked so natural, Ye Yuan felt a chill in his heart.

    "This is a madman! A complete madman!"

    But at this moment, Ye Yuan couldn't get rid of the painting demon. He could only stabilize this guy temporarily, thought for a while, and said: "Okay, whether you can learn it depends on your own ability. If you can't learn it, you can only blame yourself!  "

    The painting demon was immediately overjoyed, as if he were a child who got a favorite toy.

    At this moment, in the dimensional killing formation, a middle-aged man in gray robes shuttled through the dimensional killing formation. All attacks he encountered seemed to avoid him on their own initiative.

    Suddenly the big man paused, his eyes seemed to be looking through the formation towards the direction of Xianyang City, and he snorted coldly.  (To be continued)

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