Chapter 656 Surfaced
Soon after the plague broke out.
The square in the center of the imperial city, the Temple of Heaven.
On the altar, drops of blood dripped from Yun Qingqing's fingertips, winding on the ground to form talismans. The seventy-two Xuanmen disciples were arranged in nine palaces, and the formation patterns under their feet spread like a spider web. Every time a talisman line lit up, one disciple's face turned paler.
"My Lord, the spiritual power of the formation's core is insufficient!" Elder Tianshu shouted, and a crack appeared on the compass in his hand. "If we force it to move again, I'm afraid even the ground veins will be damaged!"
Yun Qingqing pretended not to hear anything and placed her palm on the Dragon-Suppressing Stone in the center of the altar. The stone was covered with cracks and faintly exuded black gas - that was a sign that the veins of the Imperial Capital were being eroded by the plague.
She closed her eyes and concentrated, then suddenly slashed her palm with a sword, and blood dripped down, soaking the array pattern.
Yun Qingqing slowly opened her eyes, and her words resounded through the sky:
"Using my blood as a guide and the light of heaven and earth - set up the formation!"
A strong wind suddenly blew up around her.
The faces of the Xuanmen disciples around the altar turned paler, but no one stopped. They knew the risks of fighting against the great calamity of heaven, but they were more impressed by the powerful aura and energy around the young woman in the formation.
That is the master they are proud of!
The moment the array of light shot up into the sky, blood oozed from the corners of Yun Qingqing's lips, but her posture did not waver at all, and the cold light in her eyes became even stronger.
Time passed minute by minute, and this formation took two hours to complete.
The light gradually faded.
Yun Qingqing staggered and held onto the dragon-suppressing stone on the altar. The black gas on the stone had dissipated, but a strange scarlet color seeped out from the cracks in the stone.
The first drop of rain fell on the blue bricks of the Temple of Heaven, raising a wisp of black smoke.
"It's Qingling Rain! The formation is complete!"
The Xuanmen disciples in the square looked up at the sky and cheered.
One after another, the people noticed something strange, hesitantly opened the window frames, reached out to catch the warm rain, and looks of surprise gradually appeared on their faces.
“This rain… is warm!”
"I, I seem to... seem to have a fever?"
"Look at the ground, what are those black gases..."
"Hiss... It seems like this rain is clearing away some evil spirit?"
"…I knew it. No wonder this plague came so strangely. There must be some evil spirit at work!"
"Then what is this rain..."
"Hey, hey! I'm not coughing anymore, and my throat isn't itchy at all! Everyone, come out and try it, this rain seems to be a miracle from heaven!"
"Did you see that? The sore on my leg has scabbed over! This is a fucking miracle!"
"The heavens have opened their eyes!"
"Everyone, come out quickly. The heavens are showing their power and sending down divine rain! Our Imperial Capital is saved!"
"Oh my God! My grandson's disease has been cured... the lifeblood of my whole family... may the Buddha bless you..."
"What Bodhisattva? Don't you know that it was the Pavilion Master of Tianming Pavilion who brought many disciples of Xuanmen to the Temple of Heaven to pray for rain! True Man Qingyun is our real savior!"
"Master Qingyun? Isn't that..."
"Yes, it's the Regent Princess!"
As the crowd was talking, an old man who had just recovered grabbed a passing officer and said:
"Sir, is this true? Was this rain...invited by the princess?"
The officer had been busy for most of the day, and although he was tired, he had a relaxed smile on his face:
"Old man, the princess did more than just pray for the divine rain! The life-saving medicines you drank were all based on the recipes she wrote!"
"Also, look at those doctors who are experts. They were all invited by the princess from the Medical Immortal Valley!"
He spoke these words at the top of his voice, and the people nearby who heard it immediately spread the news.
"It's the Regent Princess! A miracle from the Princess!"
"As expected of our Daliang Tianfeng! Princess, please protect our Daliang!"
"Heavenly Phoenix bless my Daliang!"
Countless people opened their doors and took to the streets, cheering for surviving the disaster, which finally merged into one sentence like a tsunami.
"Heavenly Phoenix bless my Daliang!"
…
Center of the altar.
Yun Qingqing stared at a drop of rain in her palm.
The raindrops are clear, but deep inside there is a thread of blood flowing, twisting like a living thing.
She suddenly looked up, unsheathed the Dawn Sword, and soared into the sky, flying the sword straight into the sky.
In the sky above the imperial capital, nine black auras broke out of the ground like poisonous pythons, and went straight through the sky from the wasteland on the outskirts of the city!
"What a trick to change the day..."
Yun Qingqing sneered, turned the sword and rushed in that direction.
"You used my formation to wash away the plague on the surface, but buried the 'seeds of plague' into the dragon veins - what a great show!"
…
The Imperial Palace.
The wild wind swept through the nine-story palace with a fishy smell. In the center of the square in front of the main hall, there was a pitch-black stone statue over ten feet tall. It looked like a giant strange bird, crying to the sky, holding a huge tripod in its mouth. The bloody flames in the tripod were surging, reflecting dense shadows.
Hundreds of fortune-taking Buddha statues are suspended in the air, which are the evil objects that are "given by eminent monks" to the homes of Duke Ming, Xu, Zhuang and even countless dignitaries.
A man in a black robe stood in front of the tripod, with a pale mask vaguely visible under his hood.
He held a blood-colored talisman paper between his fingertips, which was the "blood talisman" that Yun Qingqing had used to suppress Zisha before.
"Oh, do you think you can hide the truth by putting on these talismans?"
The black-robed man snorted, and the talisman paper burned to ashes in his palm.
"Smart as a whim!"
boom--
The blood flames in the cauldron surged, and the shadows of hundreds of evil Buddhas suddenly solidified. There was a blood symbol embedded between the eyebrows of each Buddha statue - it was drawn by Yun Qingqing herself.
The golden light flowed in the rune, but was swallowed up by the blood flames like spider silk and turned into ashes.
The man in black robe looked up at the giant tripod, his voice filled with anticipation and excitement.
"It's really... I've waited so long... Finally I've come to this point!"
A clear shout suddenly sounded in the air.
"Feed my spirit, and all evil will be defeated and killed!"
The black-robed man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned his head abruptly to look at the sky behind him, only to see Yun Qingqing flying in the air with a sword, pointing his two fingers together at the center of the cauldron, with a chill in his eyes.
Suddenly, golden light patterns appeared between the eyebrows of hundreds of Buddha statues. The patterns were exactly the same as the patterns on the talisman that the man in black robe thought had just been destroyed!
“Crack!”
Hundreds of fate-stealing Buddhas collapsed at the same time, and the golden light of the spell patterns spread outwards, like interlaced chains, forming a golden pattern formation above the giant tripod that covered the sky and the sun! Wherever the formation pattern passed, blood flames rolled back, and black air attacked the strange bird stone statue in the center!
The man in black robe staggered a few steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You...you actually fed spiritual energy to hundreds of demons! You are simply a lunatic..."
At this point, how could he not see that Yun Qingqing's so-called method of "suppressing" the Evil Buddha of Fortune was all about relying on her own vast spiritual power, using talismans as a guide to replace the luck of mortals, and continuously feeding it to the Evil Buddha!
Yun Qingqing flew his sword down slowly, confronting the black-robed man several feet away, his eyes cold:
"If I don't make you feel that you have a sure win, how can you, who have been hiding behind the scenes for so many years and are used to using sinister means, reveal your true colors?"
"Don't you think so, Your Majesty?"
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