The short and fat Taoist not only did not stop Qing Ling from seizing control of the formation, but even helped him increase contact.

With the interaction between Qingling and the power of the mourning array, the sound of suona sounds, crying and crying sounds sounded around, gathering into funeral songs. Black air rose from the surrounding soil buns, and combined with the falling paper money, it seemed extremely gloomy and terrifying, but Qingling, who was in it, could feel the majesty, vast and sacred breath hidden below the horror and gloom.

That symbolizes the meaning of death in the cycle of "birth, old age, sickness and death".

The essence of this Taoist mourning formation is to use mourning to cause death and bring an end to everything.

It is just that its origin and its manifestation are quite special.

Qingling watches up and down, and the falling paper money and the rising black air are one of the coins that fall into the underworld, and the other is the protection of the underworld. Of course, the alternation of the two can also be regarded as the bribery of the underworld to the underworld in exchange for the peace of the ancestors of the underworld.

Various thoughts are mixed with each other, just like pairs of yin and yang fish, circling and changing with each other.

In the void, countless paper-made chains gradually emerged. The surfaces of the chains were painted black, and countless blood-colored words were outlined with bright red pigments. In the collision, the structure of the white paper inside was vaguely exposed.

After these chains appeared, they spread out overwhelmingly, locking all the breath of Qingling.

Qingling looked at the chains gathered from all directions, her face remained unchanged, and she reached out to the air and pointed a light emerged from his fingertips. This light was like ripples in the water, spreading layer by layer, rolling up osmanthus petals, connecting them into a piece, forming a cloud light.

The branches and leaves of the osmanthus trees around him stretched out, which were in harmony with the clouds and light, like a huge osmanthus umbrella covering Qingling's head.

The chains fell down, and were stopped by the branches and leaves. The mystery on them was swept by the moonlight and they were all dispersed invisible, and they could only hang down softly.

The short and fat Taoist riding a golden leopard, seeing the scene in front of him, touched his slender beard and smiled: "My mourning formation is led by the emotions of living people crying for dead people. It touches people's desires and evolves life and death in the world. You guy thinks that your illusion is first-class. Pulling my formation into the illusion will save me a lot of trouble!"

Qingling smiled and said, "Since you know that I am a dream fairy and are good at illusion, why do you think what you see is real?"

After saying that, he grabbed the tree crown casually, started a moonlight mirror, and shone around him. The bright light condensed on the mirror, as if a full moon was hanging high in the void.

Under the moonlight, the paper money that fell scattered into osmanthus petals, and the "petals" that had previously gathered into the clouds and merged into the osmanthus tree turned into countless paper money and stuck on the branches.

"This is?"

The Taoist face changed suddenly, the hidden divine power in his body rose, the mourning stick in his hand was raised high, the white paper hanging on the wooden stick rolled up black gas, and knocked at Qingling from the air.

The crying sounds that were originally inaudible because of the moonlight shining in the void rang again, and were louder than before.

The soil buns cracked, and streams of pus and yellow and scarlet sewage flowed out from it, gathering into a river, filling the gaps between the soil buns and eroding the roots of the osmanthus tree.

"It is indeed the divine power that comes from the sea of ​​blood, but judging from the appearance of this blood, it should be wastewater. I just don't know if this divine power was asked for by you or he gave it to you?"

Looking at the blood, Qingling's face looked slightly solemn, but his words revealed obvious disgust.

"No matter where this divine power comes from, it's good enough to kill you."

With this divine power leaving the body, the originally short and fat Taoist quickly thrust and became tall and thin. When he saw it suddenly, he looked like a skeleton with only a little skin left.

The golden leopard he sat down was swallowed by blood and flesh, with no residue left. But with the dance of the Taoist mourning stick, creatures similar to leopards suddenly crawled out of the blood. Each of them carried a filthy divine power, and no one appeared, and the blood was pure.

With such a change, Qingling did not dare to let it continue to evolve. The treasure mirror shook and fixed the Taoist, and then took out a short white jade pestle that was radiant and radiant from the sleeve.

It was thrown out casually, and the short pestle turned into a stream of light and fell from the sky, hitting the head of the man.

Red and white splashed, but Qingling's expression remained unchanged, and she just looked at Xueshui and said, "Work illusion with me?"

As he said that, the mirror turned around, and the space where the entire mourning array was located continued to fall, falling into Qingling's palm.

The endless dirty blood water rolled, but was pressed by a jade order and gathered into a small pond. Then a stream of pure yang energy fell from the jade order, turning into flames to burn blood, evaporating blood mist and dispersing into all directions.

The next second, a large number of negative emotions, such as indifference, greed, deceit, viciousness, jealousy, resentment, despair, etc., gathered from all directions, with the help of blood-colored mist, turned into creatures with physical bodies and fell into the formation, which was in line with the original formation and illusion.

Finally, a small world appeared in Qingling's hands, and he pressed it against his hands, pressing it into the sea of ​​dreams of sentient beings. He himself also returned to the dream, leaving a incarnation to report to Shangjun.

"The divine power in the human body originates from the sea of ​​blood in the dark world, and is one of the most turbid and dirty forces between heaven and earth. If you die in the human world, you will inevitably pollute a land. At that time, this place may become a channel to the dark world. I need to press it under the sea of ​​dreams. My true body cannot come, and the remaining filth in front of the formation is unable to be cleaned up. Please ask Mr. Shang to atone for his sins."

Qing Ling said, bowing to Shang Jun and expressing his apology for not being able to come.

Faced with such a reason, Shang Jun naturally could not really let Qingling bow down. At the same time, he also understood Qingling's meaning, raised his hand to lift him up, showing his strength far better than that of the ordinary immortal realm.

A hint of green energy surrounds Shang Jun. It is obvious that he has been expanding his territory over the years. In addition, Shang's domestic drought is relatively good, which greatly reduces the rebellious mentality of the people of other vassal states.

Land expansion and people's hearts gathered, naturally improved the destiny of Shang and strengthened the lord of Shang and the king of Shang.

He walked out of the military formation, and under the surprised gazes of many generals, he raised his hand to break away the filth, shattered the city of Guancheng, and led the Shang army to charge towards the Xia Dynasty.

Such actions are relatively rare at this time.

Because in the past, the Lord of the Xia Dynasty was the only existence in the Middle Land that showed the first-level power of the gods, and he was the only emperor on earth.

When he often sat upright in the capital and handed over the war to his subordinates, the kings of other vassal states naturally followed suit and followed the capital and handed over the war and subjugation of rebellion to his subordinates.

There are many benefits to doing this.

First of all, the masters of one vassal states are connected with the vassal states. Once the consumption is too large, it will easily affect the stability of the entire vassal state. Reducing the monarchy to take the initiative is of great benefit to the stability of the country.

Secondly, in the vassal state, no matter how few aristocrats were at the beginning, with the stable development of the country, the number of aristocrats will inevitably continue to rise. However, according to the characteristics of this era, without military merit, one cannot be promoted to his family.

Therefore, in order to stabilize the nobles, or to continue to rise for themselves, the monarch and lord will inevitably reduce the direct participation of the war.

In addition, some monarchs and monarchs are unwilling to go into battle on their own, and some monarchs like to borrow this way of war to balance domestic power.

Therefore, starting from a thousand years ago, except for some special circumstances, or the lords and monarchs themselves, there is no lord or monarch in the vassal states who will directly rush to the battlefield.

Even if they need to visit the battlefield in person, most of them choose to stay in the army and stabilize the morale of the army, rather than directly charging into battle.

Shang Jun, who had not reacted, had forgotten him.

In the entire Shang Dynasty, except for Yuchen, he is the strongest.

In the absence of great danger, he could take action to deal with the enemy and head towards the Xia Dynasty with the fastest speed and minimum consumption.

‘Thank you, fellow Taoist.’ Yu Chen, who was far away from Shangqiu, expressed his gratitude to Qingling in the sea of ​​dreams of all living beings.

"I should say thank you, Teacher Yuchen." Qingling, who was sitting in the bright moon, had only a gap left in her red eyes under the laurel.

"If you hadn't lent the Qing Pure Yang Order, I wouldn't dare to introduce the water of the sea of ​​blood into the sea of ​​dreams. Our dreams are closely related to the Yin world than the world, and the defense of the dreams is far less than that of the world. Introducing the blood into the sea of ​​dreams is almost a portal at home that is in the hands of others."

Yuchen responded with a smile: 'But this thing is very good for you, isn't it?'

‘The dream is illusory, but the water of the sea of ​​blood contains powerful vitality. With that guy’s way of death, if you can integrate it, you can ignore the problem of nightmare in the future. Even the changes in the two qualities and three digits you have pursued in the past will have a chance to achieve.’

"That's all, it's okay, but there's a chance to change the two spheres or the four spheres."

When he said this, illusory butterflies appeared beside Qingling. The butterflies were very strange. When they suddenly saw that they were one, they seemed to be a group of them. The figures overlapped, making people unable to tell the truth about the false.

Moreover, there are dreams after dream on the wings of those butterflies. In the dreams, creatures seem to dream that they are butterflies. True or false, and false, are completely blurred in the butterflies.

Qing Ling stretched out a finger, and the butterfly fell between him. His divine power merged into it, let go of his hand, and watched the butterfly fly into the endless nightmare below.

As the bottom of the sea of ​​dreams of sentient beings, this place is a collection of broken dreams, disappearing hopes, and nightmare concepts. They accumulate, ferment and eventually turn into countless colorful black auras, rolling and surging, trying to swallow the normal dreams above.

Among them, there is another one that sometimes looks like a fish and a snake, sometimes looks like a dragon and an eagle. A dream beast that is changing in shape swallows the black gas, purifies it and expands the influence of the nightmare.

It is almost endless, enough to affect the indifference, greed, deceit, viciousness, jealousy, resentment, despair and other auras of the minds of the monks who have just entered the Taoist realm, but it cannot affect the butterfly that Qing Ling put down.

A stream of black gas was introduced into a small world by butterflies. That small world was the small world that Qing Ling used to block the Taoist and the mourning formation.

At this time, in the formation, the water of the sea of ​​blood, the Taoist, the laurel tree and the Shangqing Pure Yang Order built a new balance.

The Taoist practiced the path of mourning and death as one pole, the water of the sea of ​​blood as the other pole, the laurel and pure yang, which seem to be the pole of yin and yang, but in fact it is the fish eye of yin and yang.

Pure Yang ordered to suppress blood, and the laurel tree confuses Taoist.

Dreams and vitality, all kinds of illusions, allow the power of life and death to operate in this small world.

The blood not only evaporated, but turned into a long river of bloody mist, surrounding the world.

The remaining dirty blood water sank into the bottom of the world, absorbing the black gas pulled by the butterflies.

Slowly, in the turbid blood, colors and strange things that are difficult to describe appear, colorful, colorful, distorted, and various information gathered in it.

However, when everything evolved to this point, Qingling stopped his movements again.

‘What a pity to help?’ Yuchen took all this into consideration through Chunyang Order, noticed Qingling’s hesitation and asked.

"I would like to ask Teacher Yuchen for help."

Qingling didn't say much, and asked for help directly.

The clear air hangs down one after another, and a lot of illusory immortal worlds evolved on the sea of ​​dreams. Seeing this, Qingling first divided the clear air into two, part of which was used to wash the laurel, and at the same time combined the blood-colored mist with the laurel, and then purified the clear air above the Taoist who only had the pure principles of his own practice, and then pressed it into the dirty blood with his backhand.

After the blood was already extremely dirty after accommodating the negative power of the nightmare, it absorbed a pure death law and suddenly had a fierce reaction.

But with Yuchen's help, the bloody reaction was useless, and accompanied by the spread of the power of death, melting into nothing little by little.

Seeing this, Qingling pointed to the bloody channel that turned into pitch black: "This is death."

Then he pointed to the laurel tree and said, "This is life."

The blood-colored mist river connected the laurel trees and the black pond. Qingling stretched out his hand and pointed butterflies appeared on the fog river, making the long river clear and partly turbid, and said: "This is old."

Finally, he looked at the nightmare below: "This is a disease."

‘Does it be used to interpret birth, old age, sickness and death in dreams? No, it should be said that you are using the natural laws of birth, old age, sickness and death in order to digest nightmares.’

Yu Chen smiled and said, "A good idea, taking laurel as the beginning of the dream's birth, not only meets the root of the birth of the ancient Dream Lord, but also tolerate all the authority about the dream in your hands now."

‘Secondly, illness and death are the negative authority used to divide the dream world, and take the parts that the dreamer in the past into his own control. As for that old man…’

Yuchen paused when he said this. He felt familiar traces from it. Qingling did not deny it: "This is learned from Teacher Yuchen, which represents the process of dreams appearing to waking up from dreams."

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