The Fairy Chang'e had just stepped down, when Zhao Gongming took out a large drum and placed it at the center of the banquet hall.
"Zhao Uncle, what are you doing?" Hao Ti asked.
"Auntie, you don't have to worry about us, we"
His words were interrupted by Yun Xiao, who pushed him aside.
He first bowed and then said, "Reporting to the Supreme Heavenly Lord, at present, the Three Realms are in peace and the Four Seas are tranquil, all of which are due to Your Majesty's merits. My elder brother and I, as well as our sisters, wish to offer our congratulations to You and to offer our congratulations to Queen Mother."
Hao Tian's face looked much better, he smoothed his beard and laughed lightly: "All this is due to the teachings of Daozhu, under the great blessing of the sage, Hao Tian only did something insignificant. Today's grand celebration, I will enjoy it with the Three Realms. No need for too much formality. I will listen to my nephew and nieces' elegant music."
"Thank you, Supreme Heavenly Lord."
They were here with flutes, yuqins, and drums, occupying a large space.
Zhao Gongming didn't care about the gazes from others. He just wanted to feel comfortable and happy, and that was enough for him.
Keep urging Deng ChanYu and the others to hurry up.
"Yun Palace Rapid Sound, have the three sisters remembered the melody? Let's begin then."
The other songs that Deng ChanYu had prepared were actually not suitable for Zhao Gongming to play, such as the song about daughters and the one about the maiden from Tianzhu.
The Yun Palace Rapid Sound is suitable for all ages and sounds invigorating.
Deng ChanYu was playing the qin, Yun Xiao was blowing the bamboo flute, QiongXiao was striking the jing, and BieXiao was the most joyful, dancing alone in the center of the area.
Her dance could not match that of Chang'e, but it carried a "sincerity" that was hard to come by.
Deng ChanYu's qin music was sonorous and clear, with a lingering taste, like the sound of pure spring water, moving the heart.
Yun Xiao's long flute complemented her the best, turning and floating, seeming to be as still as a pond on the surface, but upon closer listening, one could hear the hidden waves beneath the silence.
Yun Xiao's musical attainment is obviously higher than Deng ChanYu's, but she has always been low-key, so she is now actively coordinating with the qin music.
Qiong Xiao's striking of the stone chimes had a good rhythm, and during the breaks in her qin playing, Deng ChanYu glanced at her twice, extremely suspicious that this elder sister had honed her skills by constantly striking the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.
Zhao Gongming's drums are the most martial, and with the melody of Yun Palace Rapid Sound, it becomes more vibrant.
Hao Tian held the wine cup with a very professional smile on his face. At first, he didn't take it seriously, but now he couldn't help but listen carefully.
He heard the unwavering perseverance and the tenacity that leads to success after enduring a hundred hardships in the Yun Palace Rapid Sound, and his impression of Deng ChanYu improved by two points. Regardless of any misunderstandings between them before, she was at least a Taoist who had persistence and could endure hardship.
But he unconsciously looked towards the Ling Xiao Treasure Pavilion, and always felt that this piece of music was somewhat out of place if played in heaven. Today, won't there be some powerful beings to challenge the venue? He smiled lightly, thinking he was thinking too much. How could it be possible?
The newly baked Ten Kings arrived at the Eighteen Layers of Hell.
Zhao Jiang had his own opportunities, and after hundreds of years of hard work, he finally collected enough geomagnetic energy to create the Earth-scorching Array.
The array map was still there, but the people were gone. The geomagnetic energy in the array had also been consumed.
Repeating Zhao Jiang's experience and spending hundreds of years to collect geomagnetic energy? That's too inefficient.
Heaven shows its killing intent, stars and constellations change their places. The earth shows its killing intent, dragons and snakes rise from the ground. There is great horror between heaven and earth. This is the core principle of their Heaven-oppressing Earth-tormenting Array.
Collecting it normally was too slow, so they came to the Eighteen Layers of Hell and were prepared to draw the geomagnetic energy from the deepest part of the Primeval Land.
With the Ten Kings plus Yang Wenhui as a substitute, eleven Taoists calculated the point with the most concentrated killing intent and then took turns using their magical powers to dig into the earth's veins and extract the essence.
Qin Tianjun Qin Wanquan also borrowed the chaotic cloud hammer of Wu Yanxian, constantly using it to smash the earth veins, attracting killing intent to gather, and then letting some of his disciples collect it.
They dug deeper and deeper, eventually piercing through a barrier between the Eighteen Layers of Hell and the lower world.
The barrier was already worn down to a fragile state, and the Ten Kings were the final straw that broke the camel's back.
A loud "boom" resounded, and a dense and heavy black smoke shot out from the depths.
Chen Geng didn't even have the time to shout out loud. This, one of Lu Yan's disciples and the newly appointed Ten Kings, had his robe instantly dissolved into nothing, his body, flesh, bones, as well as his three souls and seven essences all vanishing into thin air in an instant.
Yang Wenhui beside him was slightly luckier, though only a little better. The black smoke completely disintegrated his upper body, leaving only two legs on the spot. The remaining nine Kings of Heaven were so scared that they all retreated together.
The black smoke turned into a black mist, and in a short while, it covered the first three layers of hells.
From the moment Hongjun established the Mystical Gate, Dao and Mo had been intertwined.
As the rise of Mo suppresses Dao, so too does the reverse hold true.
One of the significant characteristics of Western teachings, which has become popular, is that they merge Buddha and demons into a big pot on their own heads. The laws of heaven naturally allow them to thrive. Thrive, I've approved! Digging out several disciples of Yuan Shihou? A small matter!
Demons cannot be eliminated; they can only be expelled.
What is breaking through the seal now is a true magical energy, which is an invisible being. It is currently under surveillance by the Primordial Heavenly Law, and it urgently needs a tangible body.
I originally didn't have much hope. The magical energy was ready to randomly possess a ghost general or ghost soldier. I didn't expect that after searching, it unexpectedly saw Zhu Rong's corpse.
It's unknown who the "kind-hearted" person was who refined the body. Now, the inside of the body is completely clean, like an empty shell. Yet, the body is incredibly strong. The conditions of this body are so good that it feels like a trap.
The magical energy hesitated for a moment, seeing that the Heavenly Law was about to see itself. It immediately inserted itself into Zhu Rong's corpse.
In the next moment, the black mist filled the missing left face, left arm, and left shoulder of Zhu Rong. As the black mist gradually took control of this corpse, both the left arm and shoulder became solid as a rock, but the left face was still a mysterious cloud shape.
The magical energy summoned up the last memory within the corpse. Zhu Rong's enemies were the Xianzi (immortals), and the place where the Xianzi lived was in the Heavenly Palace.
Hu Zhu Rong's chaotic right eye looked towards the direction of the Heavenly Palace, but it was blurry. What he could see was a scene of joyful dance and music.
"Roar——Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!——!" Zhu Rong was enraged and, relying on his instincts, he roared at the Heavenly Palace in anger.
An overwhelming hate ran through the three realms, and the essence of fire between heaven and earth was ten times more active than usual.
"Damn! What's going on?"
Aiming for a piece of luck, the person who took it actually won in the end. He was very surprised and happy, but soon realized that he couldn't make it out. Since there were so many different faces and expressions of success, how could he tell which one was real? In this situation, he could only take a gamble. He decided to spend the money on the fake gemstone, hoping that it would turn out to be true. "This is my best shot," he said to himself with a mixture of hope and despair.
She extended her hand, first using Saintly Power to plug the gap, and when she wanted to trap Zhu Rong again, it was too late. The Fire Ancestor of Mo has not stopped roaring and has gone on the rampage, driven by deep-seated hatred. His body seemed like a ball of fire, breaking through the barrier between the Infernal Realm and Human World, and directly charging towards the Heavenly Palace!
The Marquis of Pingshén was slightly angry, but he couldn't leave the Underworld. He could only wave his hand, sending the nine idiots and those two legs to the front door of Wuyou Palace and leaving them in the care of Tongtian Temple Leader. Anything else was none of his concern.
