This book looks thin and soft, but it is much heavier than it looks in the hand. The cover and the pages inside are not paper, but something like silk. When Yi Yan returned to his camp and sat down, he turned over the pages of the book and saw only a picture and a line of words on the first page. "The waves of Dharma in the turbulent times are surging into the sky, and the spirit is like a fish following the waves." Below this line of words is a picture of turbid waves pouring into the sky. The vast world, the torrential turbid waves, and the fine waves, coil up to form a circle. A big wave, a big wave overturned the whole world. It looks messy and disorganized, like the vulgar work of someone who doesn¡¯t know how to draw. Yi Yan frowned slightly. He couldn't help but turn it over, only to find that there were still pictures, and there was a sentence on the picture. The words written on the second page are: Traveling thousands of miles and transforming into a Kunpeng. Then the picture under the words is a turbulent wave, with the tail of a giant fish exposed outside the huge waves. The same is true for the following ones, but the words and pictures are different. Yi Yan flipped through the entire book roughly, feeling like he couldn't get started. He returned to the first page again and touched the picture with his hand. The picture was so smooth, as if it had grown together with the page. Yi Yan's insightful eyes couldn't see through the page at all. Suddenly, his heart moved, and the black mist of the soul above his head turned and fell on the page. For a moment, he only felt that he had arrived in another world. The waves fill the sky and the earth, there is no sky and no ground, sometimes they are swirling wildly, sometimes they are deep and swallowed. He originally thought that his clear and tenacious soul actually felt like he couldn't find his direction, couldn't settle down, and couldn't endure. He quickly withdrew his soul. The moment he withdrew, he had the same feeling in his real world, and the world was spinning. The world is no longer the same world. Between heaven and earth, there are huge undercurrents everywhere. Huge waves are circling, layer by layer in the sky, and the earth is not soil, but also huge waves. Those waves are not real waves, but waves. A sudden enlightenment appeared in his heart, and he thought secretly: "The evil spirit and the law's intention are integrated into waves, so the monks' spells are difficult and far-reaching, because they are all washed away by the waves formed by these evil spirits and the law's intention." Before this, even though Yi Yanwushen was in this world, he didn't feel this kind of feeling now. That was because his soul had not really touched this feeling. When he integrated Yuan into the pages of the book, it was like being awakened with enlightenment and wisdom. A gust of wind blew, and there was the sound of weapons clashing in the wind. Yi Yan's soul felt like a knife was coming to chop him down. There was murderous intent in that voice, and Yuanshen clearly sensed it. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? His Yuan Shen seemed to have been peeled off the shell, feeling the wind between heaven and earth like a knife, feeling the evil spirit between heaven and earth, and the law's will like waves, flowing endlessly. After sitting peacefully for a night, Gui Yuan Shen settled down in the boundless turbid waves. He adapted and quickly reached the level of perception of the world that his previous Yuan Shen had. "It turns out that this is the world of the soul, and every picture is a realm." The next day, the war drums sounded. The killing intent contained in the drum beats surged in all directions. However, the killing intent in the war drums is different from the killing intent produced when swords strike each other. The killing intent in the sound of war drums can arouse the desire to fight in people's hearts, but the killing intent produced by swords striking each other makes people feel fear. Attack Guilin City by force. Yi Yan did not lead the evil troops to attack the city, but stayed by Hong Xiuquan's side. This was the first time he watched other people fight outside the battlefield, and the surging murderous energy rushed towards him like huge waves. He felt the huge waves of will surging between heaven and earth, and guarded his own will. However, his security is not just to protect him, but to lie still in the water like an old turtle, moving with the waves but not being driven away. Many people died, and their screams before they died echoed between heaven and earth. Yi Yan's soul could clearly sense it, and the screams turned into a huge wave and surged in. In his soul's induction, , this is a world of turbulent waves. Yi Yan's heart wanders away from the battlefield, but his soul seems to be wandering in the battlefield. It's a kind of distant mood. His soul is between heaven and earth, just like a turtle and a fish in the water. ?????????????????????????????????????????: The soul is entrenched above his head, opening his mouth to spit out the thoughts of law that are floating between heaven and earth. There was the sound of cannons at the top of the city. Scattered fire gushed out from the muzzle. What was fired was not an ordinary gunpowder shell, but a shell engraved with runes. The shell fell into the crowd and exploded, a red and black black light flashing.?, the evil soldier in the red and black light actually fell down silently, and his soul disappeared. The cannonball was engraved with a soul-dispersing curse. Yi Yan had never thought that the soul-dispersing curse could be used in this way. There was no such cannon in Yong'an's time, but now it is. "It's just a cannon, we have one too." An unknown voice came from the wind, and then I saw a group of evil soldiers pushing out a cannon. I saw a monk taking out a round black cannonball from the Qiankun bag. It is also engraved with dense talismans. Although the monk Yi Yan has never spoken to him, he knows his origin. It is said that he is an abandoned disciple of the Mo sect. He loves refining treasures, especially refining some weird things. But in the eyes of many monks, he has gone astray, because this miscellaneous magic weapon cannot improve his cultivation at all. He carefully put the cannonball into the barrel, and then suddenly slapped the gun mount. "Boom" A cloud of smoke billowed up, and evil light surged. The cannonball hit the city wall. The city wall did not collapse at all, but in Yi Yan's eyes, the city wall was old and decayed. It only took a heavy rain for the stone to turn to dust. The rain is flowing down. The Qing soldiers beside the wall who were affected by the brilliance of the bursting shells actually aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. Their clothes rotted in the wind, and then their bodies leaned against the city wall and died quietly. There was no expression on his face because it was already full of wrinkles. Originally it was just a human cannon, but in this short period of time, it has become a semi-magic weapon. Those spells bloom in another form between heaven and earth. Yi Yan sighed with emotion. From beginning to end, he never attacked the city. The first attack lasted for three days, with heavy casualties in all departments. Although the defenders in Guilin City were insufficient, they still could not be captured. Just one Xiang Rong at the top of the city was enough to make all the monks afraid. No one dared to say that they were not afraid of Xiang Rong's halberd standing at the top of the city. The halberd in Xiang Rong's hand is called Destroyed in All Directions. It has a great origin. Legend has it that it was a treasure stolen from the armory of heaven by an ancient demon. Later, the demon disappeared. This halberd is destroyed in all directions. The halberd was scattered in the world, and somehow it appeared in Xiang Rong's hand. "Ulantai is here." There was an emergency report, and Ulantai came with reinforcements. Yang Xiuqing, a member of the Taiping Army who had retreated to the main road outside the city, received the urgent report. The Taiping Army was unable to attack the city, and reinforcements from the Qing Army arrived. The atmosphere was supposed to be solemn, but Yang Xiuqing was overjoyed at this moment and said: "God bless my kingdom."