What the hell!

Li Dazhi cursed angrily in his heart, and hurriedly dodged back, with several streams of light flying out of his sleeves to protect him.

As soon as the word "Tiandao" came out of Mo Linyuan's mouth, Li Dazhi heard countless voices chanting sutras, and the entire hall was wrapped in pale golden light walls.

He endured his dizziness and ran straight towards the entrance of the hall, but Mo Linyuan's figure merged with the black crow behind him; it blocked Li Dazhi in an instant and slapped Li Dazhi away.

Li Dazhi had a pagoda on his head and a bell hanging on his body. Several spiritual treasures had no effect at all. His fat body flew upside down like a cannonball and hit the golden light walls around the hall. The shock caused the soul to almost faint and he lowered his head and sprayed.

A mouthful of blood.

His ninth-level Golden Immortal cultivation was not enough in front of Mo Linyuan, whose strength suddenly increased dramatically.

"Ahem! Ahem! Damn it! Why are you so crazy, you old monster!"

The giant black crow transformed by Mo Linyuan regenerates and changes.

Its legs seemed to be struggling to support its bloated body as it approached Li Dazhi step by step.

Li Dazhi looked pale.

His soul was almost lost, and the sound of chanting around him was a bone-eroding curse.

At this moment, there seemed to be ten thousand voices in his ears, all ringing in his heart at the same time. They were extremely noisy and contained extremely complex messages, coming over like waves, trying to sweep away his soul.

"Mo Linyuan!"

Li Dazhi bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, but the severe pain could not resist the attack of Tao Yun on him. He could only stagger back.

The monster's attack just now contained the power of a ban, and now Li Dazhi was completely unable to use any of his magical power.

The characteristics of the power of heaven!

Li Dazhi was so anxious that he suddenly shouted: "The way of heaven is fake!"

——Only when we start to communicate can we have the opportunity to use the art of talking.

The giant crow strangely bent its head back, revealing its almost rotten abdomen. Under those dim, half-burned black feathers, the outlines of dozens of heads slowly bulged forward.

Mo Linyuan's face appeared in the center, staring at Li Dazhi with empty eyes.

"Fellow Taoist, have you ever heard of the Way of Heaven?"

"I listen to you, uncle!"

Li Dazhi roared loudly and threw out several magic weapons that did not require any magical power.

The crow was slowly approaching.

The sound of chanting became clearer and clearer.

Li Dazhi retreated to the corner of the hall, and his way was blocked by the thin golden light. At this moment, he had no way to retreat, and the sky was not responding, and the earth was not working. He was almost desperate.

A great immortal life has just begun;

The peaceful heaven has not yet been established!

How could he die in the hands of this monster without any reason!

'Find a way, you must find a way!'

"Even if you are killed directly by it, you cannot become a slave of heaven, otherwise Ping An will definitely be controlled by heaven in the future."

'Hasn't this damn Heaven been influenced by me before? Doesn't this damn person recognize anyone even when he lifts his pants?'

The giant crow suddenly raised its wings and struck Li Dazhi on the head.

Li Dazhi had closed his eyes and waited for death, but his spirit did not relax, and he gritted his teeth to fight against the Taoist charm.

Sudden!

A fishy wind blew by, and the tip of the giant crow's wings hovered in front of Li Dazhi, just three feet away from hitting his Tianling Cap.

Li Dazhi's Adam's apple trembled a few times. The weight of the moment of life and death made him almost retching, and his soul was almost completely enveloped by the Taoist charm.

The mixed voices of men, women, old and young came from everywhere: "Fellow Taoist, do you know the way of heaven?"

Li Dazhi took a deep breath and shook his head like a lion, trying to expel the distracting sound of chanting from his mind.

The giant crow's wings slowly retracted, and the outlines of dozens of heads emerged from its chest, staring at Li Dazhi with a hollow, numb gaze.

On the back of the giant crow, phantoms appeared roughly in outline.

Thousands of vines sprouted from the walls and roof of the hall, stretching out their green branches. The ends of the vines quickly bloomed, withered, and bore fruit. Then the fruits split open, and figures with white bodies and bare heads appeared.

Each of these figures is sitting cross-legged and meditating, chanting scriptures, and their faces are neither sad nor happy;

And they all have golden-pink eyelids.

Li Dazhi no longer cared about looking at these strange scenes;

At this moment, his soul was close to collapse. He could only gather his immortal consciousness as much as possible to resist the continuous invasion of Tao Yun, and he began to curse:

"Mad! I would rather die than surrender!"

"Kill me if you can! If you want to use me to control Ping An, there's no way!"

"Fuck you! I am the old successor of communism! The little flower of the ancient future order! I now have two wives!"

He has already started talking nonsense.

…

Li Ping'an sat anxiously on top of the cloud.

Guangchengzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Yuding Zhenren, the three teaching immortals, together with the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, Xuanyuan Huangdi, and Fenghou, these six masters urged the clouds at the same time. Their escape speed had reached its peak, and Beizhou would be reached in a moment.

It's useless to say anything about regret now.

Li Ping'an only regretted why he didn't bring the roc with him. Otherwise, with the roc's extreme speed, he could find his father faster.

The universe in a large area of ​​Beizhou has been blocked by the power of heaven, and it is no longer possible to directly use the method of movement.

"Don't worry," Emperor Xuanyuan comforted him, "your father is protected by great luck, and everything will be fine."

"Now that the law of heaven cannot operate normally, the great fortune is also protected by the law of heaven."

Li Pingan frowned and said:

"I can feel that my father is not in a good situation right now.

"How long until we arrive?"

Fenghou immediately said: "A cup of tea."

"I'll try to contact Tiandao."

Li Ping'an said quickly, closed his eyes and concentrated, and the little Yuanshen went straight towards the golden cloud.

A transparent wall of light appeared below the golden gray cloud, constantly knocking back Li Ping'an's spirit.

"Heaven! Is my father okay?"

Jin Huiyun didn't make any reply, and the confrontation between the inner and outer heaven became more and more intense.

Li Pingan almost suffocated.

He tried several times to no avail, and the soul immediately fell to the corner of the spiritual platform, staring at the rays of light that foreshadowed disaster and took a closer look.

Or [The Tribulation of the Beheading of the Heavenly Emperor in White].

Does this mean that this time is also a false alarm?

The first catastrophe predicted by this magical power was about my father. If this time his father was captured by Mo Linyuan, it was his father's catastrophe, why didn't the way of heaven reveal itself?

'The magical power of father and son...'

Li Ping'an thought of something, and his eyes flashed with light.

A big purple star slowly appeared behind his body, and after a while, wisps of pure spiritual power fell towards him.

Li Ping'an raised his hands, and regardless of whether it was useful or not, he quickly formed several hand seals that enhanced his ability to detect immortal consciousness.

Saw it!

The figure of his father appeared in front of Li Pingan's eyes, and it was from the perspective of his father's head!

These should be the seven big stars emerging from behind my father.

The next moment, Li Ping'an was shocked by what he saw.

In the terrifying hall, the four walls and ceiling are covered with green vines spreading disorderly, with half-length human figures at the end of the vines;

The strong power of heaven is surging everywhere, but these powers of heaven seem to have changed;

In front of his father, a huge crow appeared to be squatting, with a ghostly shadow on its back, and dozens of heads protruding from its chest.

Just seeing this scene, Li Ping'an felt his soul shake, and he felt a strong urge to vomit in his chest.

This seems to be the epitome of the inner heaven.

Could it be that Mo Linyuan's body hides a portal to and from the illusion of inner heaven?

Li Ping'an had no time to analyze the matter and looked carefully at his father's condition...
To be continued...