On the first day, the only thing Chen Guanshui could be sure of was that the strangely transformed Liang Zhengyi must have some kind of direct connection with Fu Quanzi, the bear-riding Taoist leader of the Second Dao Ancestor. Otherwise, how could he have stabilized the space around his body in the battle between souls before, and how could he have settled the battle with just three swords later. But Chen Guanshui always felt something was wrong. He felt that there was still some difference between the changed Liang Zhengyi and the Taoist style in his mind. Chen Guanshui didn't know what Daozu should look like, nor what his attitude should be when he saw the bloody battle that day. But no matter how he thought about it, Chen Guanshui didn't think that Liang Zhengyi should stand there and watch after the change. Since he can level the world with three swords from behind, why can't he take action before the battle reaches the last step? Why do we have to wait until there are only a few dozen souls left on the ground tens of thousands of miles around Jianfeng, and wait until all the people below the soul on the ground are dead? Chen Guanshui really wanted to ask, "If I hadn't happened to be standing behind him that day, would I have been torn into bloody foam like those people, and even the bones would have been reduced to dust by the sword energy? Really?" In his eyes, people like himself are not even chess pieces, not even cannon fodder?" "It's a pity that Chen Guanshui calmed down and stopped thinking about this ridiculous question. "The Taoist ancestor has a conscience, the Yuanshen is upright, the Yuanying abides by the rules, the Jindan understands the law, Zhuji is a good person, how can a Qi-refining monk be amiable?" Is it all fucking bullshit? How can it be? So Chen Guanshui could only calm down and tentatively manipulate the green mist world in front of him. First, an extremely flat field was transformed, and the land was covered with golden wheat seedlings swaying in the sun. A huge stone man ten feet high was erected every other mile. Then it transformed into a huge pillar that reached the sky, and a platform stretched out every one hundred feet in height. In the end, a shaft was dug directly into the ground, and a torch was lit every one hundred feet deep. This is measuring the six poles of this space, and it was indeed measured by Chen Guanshui. The six poles of east, west, south, north, up and down are all fifty miles apart, which is exactly the limit of the magical power in the dream. Standing at the foot of the giant pillar reaching the sky, looking down at the flickering firelight in the darkness under the deep well, looking at the golden fields around him, and looking at the buildings not far away that were transformed by the green mist according to his own thoughts, Chen Guanshui was a little speechless. With just a simple thought in my mind, there was a well next to me, a seven-story fan building next to the well, and a bluestone-paved street along the fan building. If the street extended further, there would be a Yangzhou. city. The place where he is standing now is exactly the place he went to most in Yangzhou before, the Crystal Pavilion, which is known as the leader of the three thousand brothels in Yangzhou. The Crystal Pavilion is still the same as before, with carved beams and painted buildings, golden bricks and flowers, and springs gushing with pearls. Chen Guanshui walked through the halls, and each place was followed by his own resurrected memories, which instantly transformed into the appearance of that day in the creeping green mist. It’s the same lotus pond, the same two-story waterside pavilion, and the same girl who likes to hide on the second floor of the waterside pavilion. It’s just like yesterday, but there is no beauty. On the first day, Chen Guanshui transformed all the places he had visited. Then he transformed all the strange beautiful scenery he had seen in those movies and paintings. The Leiyin Temple in Niutoushan with thousands of thunders, the Neptune Temple that is said to be built on the back of a giant turtle, the Zizi Taoist Temple that is said to be hidden in a screw shell, the Jiuhua Sect with hundreds of millions of evil spirits, Or there are those famous sects with a huge spiritual mountain and countless palaces on the spiritual mountain, and there are also those sects that are unique and like to build dojos in unexpected places. Until the entire space is filled, the sky is filled with cloud cities, palaces are everywhere, and even under the ground are countless hollow dome worlds. Even if this side is a desert with scorching yellow sand, and three feet away there is already a land of ice and snow with piercing wind; or maybe this side is a stern castle built according to extremely strict rules, and next to it is a ruined camp for fallen cultivators; On one side is a holy temple with blooming flowers and beautiful scenery, and on the other side is the depravity and obscenity carved all over the walls. The cloud city in the sky is still the Taoist law that came out of the dust, and the city on the ground is a cage of evil ghosts built with the resentful souls of living beings. Chen Guanshui has been busy. It wasn't until the book left by Thirty-Two suddenly emitted a mighty light, illuminating the entire space, that Chen Guanshui stopped. With just a movement in my heart, the entire space was instantly swallowed up by green mist. Those Yuncheng palaces just now turned into blue smoke in an instant and dissipated into the mist. By the time the thirty-two pages were flying in the air, forming a circular arch, and a purple water mirror flashed out of the void, the entire void world had returned to the way it looked when Chen Guanshui had just entered. The sky and the sky are covered with traps.In the uncertain green mist, there was only Chen Guanshui standing on the ground who looked still in a frenzy, and Ruan Hongyu, who was kneeling naked on the ground and still lost. At least, this is what the figure emerging from the water mirror saw. ????-------------------????阿镜也没有想到,透过水镜看到的竟然会是陈观水。 The battle on Yuzhou Island in the East China Sea one day ago has already spread throughout the world. Jiang An, the newly promoted soul of the demon clan, was beheaded by Lin Beihe and his body was hung in public. Then there was the battle between Long Che and Lin Beihe, the dragon girl of the South China Sea, and then there was a war that almost destroyed the entire Yuzhou Island. In the end, the only ones standing alive on the battlefield were the real Yuanshen. All the characters below the Yuan Shen level died, except for a very few who were taken into the void world by the elders of the sect. That is to say, things were better in the Three Immortals Temple. Zhuang Qingfeng, the Qiankun in the Sleeves, happened to be present at the time. When the battle began, he put all the disciples in the Three Immortals Temple into his sleeves, which was considered to have left some seeds for the Three Immortals Temple. Others, even if they survived the first battle where the soul was against the heavens, were still killed in the second blood sea battle that followed. No one knows why the Blood Sea Demon Ancestor, who was surrendered by the Taoist Master 70,000 years ago, was suddenly released from the East China Sea after his restraint was lifted by the Taoist Master. No one can know why just the death of a general made Fu Yixiao, the Lord of the Star Boundary above the Nine Heavens, furious and single-handedly caused the tragedy on Yuzhou Island? The red stars that fought against Wanqing of Longhunzhuang in the Snowy Land that day were none other than the Fu Youque that walked around the world as a fire crow of this generation. The strange movement in the starry sky that day was exactly the killing method used by the Third Dao Ancestor 50,000 years ago, and he really killed a soul. But why is the Taoist priest there? How can Wanqing, Dragon Soul Village in the Snowy Land, be so virtuous and capable that a Dharma conference can attract the favor of a Taoist ancestor and also allow the Taoist priest to attend in person? Now, all the sects in the world have focused their attention on the East China Sea, and almost all the souls are rushing towards the East China Sea. Luofu was no exception. Except for one soul who was left to guard Luofu, the remaining two people set foot on Yuzhou Island less than two hours after the war ended yesterday. This is thanks to the Luofu East Incline. The two souls were originally close to the east of the mainland. As A Jing knew, Luofu's two souls, Chen Beiyu and Chen Fengxiao, stepped onto Yuzhou Island and immediately stood on Lingxingzi's side and started fighting with the blood sea lineage on the opposite side. Then as the Confucian souls joined the battlefield one after another, the Blood Sea lineage calmly withdrew. The red-haired demon's Shi Duanliu, with just one person, suppressed more than a dozen souls, and even controlled a blood river sword to sweep away all the blood on the ground, leaving only a floor. Bones. Looking back after the war, it turned out that no one knew the fate of the most critical figures in this war. Luofu Thirty-Two, who instigated this war, invited Gongsun Fengyue from Lin Beihe in the name of Shangqing, and the Taoist priest who suddenly appeared, all disappeared. This is how Luofu's seventy-two Zhou Tianbao mirrors are connected vertically and horizontally, searching the three continents and seven seas in the universe, and must catch this bastard Thirty-Two. But I didn’t expect that it would be so easy to find Thirty-Two. Ah Jing did not expect that Thirty-Two was actually dead, and had been sacrificed and refined into a magic weapon by someone, a magic weapon with chaotic consciousness, just waiting to be recognized as its owner. Then Ah Jing saw Chen Guanshui standing in front of the water mirror.