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In a clattering thunderbolt, it fell straight into the deepest part of the palace.

The whole palace shook for a moment, and the rumbling sound was endless. The thunder slammed into the ground and spread, and everywhere it was enveloped, all the palace buildings collapsed like the most ridiculous building block toys.

Originally, those immortal flowers and different grasses, as well as those beautiful women in palace clothes, all died under this thunder, leaving no traces.

"Stinky Daoist, you dare to destroy my palace, I will fight with you!" With a loud shout of grief and indignation, the palace was all uprooted, turning into endless monstrous waves, and flooded towards the two of them.

The waves that seem to be pressing over like a mountain peak really look irresistible, as if they are really going to destroy the world.

However, Wang Wenqing just sneered: "It's just a small skill of carving insects!" The surging waves rushed past the two of them, but they were separated in the middle, as if a special avenue had been opened to avoid the two of them.

The two of them walked forward, and the huge waves were like valleys sandwiching Wang Wenqing and Chen Niwan. Everywhere they passed, they didn't even wet their sleeves.

"Boom ......"

At this moment, the endless waves of sea water suddenly fell down, submerging in all directions. It was like a basin of water falling on the earth. In the blink of an eye, the sea had lost its momentum, and it lay on the ground like a dead snake.

I don't know when, this spiritual world has completely changed. At that far distance. It was as if it was close at hand, a high mountain with light all over it, like a pillar of heaven. Shine through.

The originally dim spirit world, which was almost not far away, and did not even know the size of the world, was illuminated at this moment. Let every drop of seawater seem to be emitting endless sparkling light.

At that moment just now, this small spiritual realm was actually completely integrated into the netherworld.

The high mountain in the distance that rises to the top of the canopy is nothing else. But it is the mountain of great honor. At this moment, the mountain is getting taller and taller, and the top seems to have disappeared into the clouds of the sky. It was as if it had penetrated through the canopy of heaven and entered a more mysterious place.

Countless ghost soldiers poured in, and the weapons in their hands were glowing. Piercing into every piece of seawater, it seems that you can hear a scream.

"Brother Dao. The die is cast. Wang Wenqing smiled: "It's time to go!"

Chen Niwan sighed: "Congratulations to Brother Dao!"

Wang Wenqing said with a smile: "I envy you for staying in this mortal world for a few years." ”

As he spoke, he sat down on the ground. The whole person was emitting endless light, and its dazzling place seemed to be even more dazzling than the Great Zun Mountain at that moment. Then, like a rocket, the light rushed straight up, piercing through the canopy, and disappeared.

At the same time, on the bank of the Yellow River. The meandering river had already dried up for the most part, and only a stream of water in the middle of the river was less than a tenth of its thickness. It's still flowing.

The mud below the river bottom was exposed, and a bronze chain as thick as a child's arm could be faintly seen at the bottom of the river. Most of them were buried in the mud at the bottom of the river, and no one knew how long they were, and no one knew when the chains were cast.

On the shore, people are beating gongs and drums, and the mountains are full of people. There are Han people in the north dressed up, wearing the clothes of the left. There are more nomadic people, with braids and robes.

They carried a huge locust that was more than three meters long and short and short with firewood and grass, and it was vivid.

The locust, clothed in red and green, was carried to the bank of the Yellow River and began to kneel down and pray.

Just a few miles away, there were swarms of locusts that rose and fell like dark clouds, and every time they rose and fell, there was a large area of pasture or farmland, which became empty, and all the green was gnawed clean.

All the white horses and green sheep were brought over and slaughtered in front of the locust, which was made of wood and grass, and the blood was sprinkled on the locust.

People struggled to sing incomprehensible songs, with a desolate and desolate atmosphere, as if this world had been in existence since its appearance.

The sound of gongs and drums became more and more rapid, and even several large drums were beaten, and it seemed that even the earth was about to be shaken by this sound.

However, the sky was still so clear, and there was not a single cloud in the 10,000 miles. Even if there are a few clouds like wandering flocculents, floating weakly, they will not cast half a shadow on the earth.

But at this moment, the earth shook. But no one noticed, because all the sounds were completely muffled by the sound of gongs and drums.

"Knock ......"

There was another tremor, and this time many people noticed it, and even felt trembling under their feet.

Before I could taste it, the shaking became more intense. It even made people untenable, and only then did someone see clearly that the bottom of the river was actually cracking, and a bronze chain was actually shaking.

Such a scene made everyone look at each other, and even felt creepy, not knowing what to do. Seeing this scene, it is completely beyond the scope of their understanding.

"Look, look, what is that?" someone said, pointing to the bottom of the Yellow River, and in the constant vibration, a stone tablet seemed to be exposed.

There seemed to be writing on the stele, but it was not legible, and it was hidden by the silt at the bottom of the river.

At this time, when people's attention was drawn to this stone monument, the locusts placed on the shore with firewood and grass were spontaneously combusting without fire. It wasn't until the fire was raging and billowing black smoke was emitted that it was discovered.

The great horror was like a big hand, gripping the hearts of everyone here, making them almost breathless.

What's going on? No one can know.

Even the oldest experienced old man was completely confused at this time. In their decades of experience, they had never sacrificed to the locust god once or twice, but this strange phenomenon was the first time they had encountered it.

However, everything that happened today was beyond their experience, and no one knew exactly what was going on.

At this time, someone pointed to the sky and shouted, "Look, look......"

Billowing smoke rose up and shot straight into the sky, as if it had blackened the entire sky.

No, it's not the smoke that obscures the sky, it's the clouds!

Before any of them noticed, the faint clouds had gathered and obscured the sun, and the sky was already overcast.

Although the rain is a great thing, at this time, there is a kind of confusion in everyone's heart. I vaguely felt that something was about to happen, and the joy of a long drought and sweet rain was suppressed.

At this time, some people felt a cold on their faces, but when they touched it, they were already wet.

Drops of rain began to fall, at first it seemed to be scattered beads, and it made people feel it for a long time, but gradually, I felt that the raindrops hit my face and were cold to the bone, and it hurt faintly.

"It's raining, it's raining......"

However, many more people shouted: "Out of the water, out of the water......

I saw a puddle of clear water boiling under the stele, constantly washing the stele. Underneath the stele, there seemed to be a huge stone tortoise carrying the stele, which was rusty and mottled, and the chains were wrapped around it, and more were hidden in the deeper mud.

"This is the ...... of the dragon's nine sons" An old man who was old and faint looked at it for a long time before he finally saw it clearly, and shouted: "It's the one of the nine sons of the dragon!"

The nomads looked at each other, but they didn't understand a word. Many of those Han people showed trance-like looks, and some of them showed confusion.

The northern land was ruled by the Khitan for many years, and the Han and Hu lived together. On the banks of the Yellow River, there is a mixture of customs, half nomadic and half farming. Otherwise, so many nomads would not have followed to worship the locust god. They are also semi-farming.

It's just that what the old man said, he feels extremely unfamiliar.

The old man opened his mouth and wanted to say a few more words, but finally opened his mouth for a long time, and finally held back a sentence: "This is the god of my Han family......"

The tone was full of pride, and the Heavenly Master recovered Yanyun and recovered the outside of the Saiwai. Where the Han family passed through the fire army, no matter how powerful the tribes on the grassland were, they all obediently crawled under the horses of the army.

Even the most powerful Khitan Emperor, with millions of troops and countless subjects, had already knelt down in front of the Wenda Heavenly Master's horse. Now under the cover of the heavens and the earth, all of them are the Han family.

As he spoke, the clear water under the stele gushed out like a spring, washing down the silt on the stele, and you could vaguely see that there were words written on it. It's just that no one understands it.

There are a few smart people, so they hurriedly recorded the handwriting on the stele according to the strokes according to the strokes.

With a "click...... sound, the thunder lit up a qiē, and only then did they realize that the surroundings had become so dark.

The dark clouds pressed low on everyone's heads, making people feel unbearable. The rain finally fell.

The swarms of locusts in the distance seemed to feel a kind of annihilation, and they flew around anxiously, no longer as unified as they had just been.

"It's raining, it's raining, hurry home......" The people who had originally come to worship the locust god dispersed in a hurry.

The history books record: "Flying bears for ten summers, droughts, flying locusts. The Yellow River is broken, and the stone tablet is now. Uploaded: Iwami, the world is flat!

There is a division to report to Beijing, and the ministers think it is auspicious. The emperor ordered the enshrinement of Mount Tai and ordered the three prime ministers to sacrifice to the Yellow River. (To be continued......)