Red Heart Survey

The emperors of the six overlords in the world came to Guanhetai with their dharma appearances.

They stand in the middle of two Liuhe stone pillars, as if together with the Liuhe pillars, supporting the sky.

The owner of the red, white and blue dragon robe said: "Inherit the will of the emperor, follow the virtues of the sages!"

Its sound is grand, as if piercing between heaven and earth.

It resounds on the Guanhetai, but it rolls away, as if it is spreading the great will to the whole world.

"At that time, July 11, 3919 in the Dao calendar..."

This voice said: "Jing!"

Another extremely majestic voice continued: "Qin!"

Then there was a serious, powerful voice standing next to Emperor Qin, protruding like an iron cavalry, and full of swords and guns: "Jing!"

Then there was a vast and boundless female voice as tall as a cloud: "Mu!"

Immediately afterwards, there was an indescribable, great voice that seemed to be supreme from birth: "Chu!"

Going around in a circle, finally came a voice as deep as the sea and as majestic as a mountain, encompassing everything, and unstoppable: "Qi!"

These six great voices, each speaking their own words, but united into one——

"Here is the river in this town!"

These six great voices are from all over the world, covering all directions, coming and going.

Great power has come.

The six huge Dharma statues standing upright disappeared temporarily, and the "mirror curtain" surrounded by the pillars of Liuhe reappeared.

Through this mirror screen, people can see that a large seal is slowly forming on the section of the Yellow River where the turbid current is rushing and roaring.

There are six faces under this seal, which are Liuhe.

Each side is embossed with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, a splendid world.

On this seal is the Nine Dragons, with the tail of the dragon standing on the base, the body of the dragon attached to one place, and nine dragon heads holding a big sun around them.

There are eight large Daoist characters engraved on the bottom, saying——

"Kowloon holding the sun, Yongzhen mountains and rivers!"

This is the Shanhe Seal in Pengriyong Town, Kowloon!

Legend has it that the human emperor and the treasure of Liuhe are used to suppress all directions, this is one of them!

And ordinary monks can't see it at all, even the monks who come to God can only faintly perceive that——

From the Eastern Region, the Southern Region, the Western Region, the Northern Region, and the Central Region, the places where all peoples have traveled, where all the smoke is curling up...

The indistinct power gathers like dots, and the few gather together become many. At first it seems like a long stream of water, then it is like a rushing river, and finally it is mighty!

That small, can be so great.

That faintness can be so majestic.

Gathering endless great power, they are all rushing towards the viewing platform.

The mountains and rivers and the people, the heaven and the earth are one heart.

This is a flood of humanity!

The seal of mountains and rivers in Pengriyong Town, Kowloon is becoming clearer and clearer, and the mountains and rivers carved on six sides are becoming more and more vivid.

Under the control of the great power of the six emperors, this Nine Dragons held the Shanhe Seal of Riyong Town and slowly printed it down.

"My husband! Use the long river as the rice paper, and the heaven and the earth as the great seal..."

The sacrificial oration of that Confucian sage back then seemed to resound in the bottom of my heart, playing along with the sound of the waves of the long river.

The Shanhe Seal of Pengriyong Town, Kowloon was thus printed.

Touch the turbulent waves and the turbulent waves will stop, and print the turbulent waves but the turbulent waves will level off.

Re-suppress Zuhe... at least ten years!

"... so that the wind and rain will be smooth, the mountains and rivers will be solid, the world will be peaceful, and the people will be safe!"

Whether it was an illusion or not, Jiang Wang seemed to hear a whine.

The savanna can testify that there is no such thing as a "voice" at all.

This sound is more like some kind of resonance at the soul level.

It's like watching autumn leaves fall, and feeling lonely.

Like the trembling of the whole long river.

But this faint "sorrow" gradually dissipated as the waves of the Yellow River section calmed down.

In the "mirror screen", you can see that the water level is dropping rapidly, one foot, two feet, three feet...

Soon the two ancient Longzi Town bridges looked like horizontal high cliffs again.

The long river became so gentle and gentle, as if it just turned over and fell asleep again.

On the ancient bridge, there is no dripping water, and it disappears without a trace.

In the platform of the world, people were caught in a huge emotion.

How could the human race have a foothold in the ancient times that could no longer be verified in detail?

Darkness is as long as the years.

In the long history, it was generations of sages who overcame thorns and thorns, fought wind and waves, and generations of human races fought endlessly in blood to change this "present world" into "human world".

Yongzhen Shanhe has never been a treasure of heaven and earth.

The one who stands upright, has never been a pillar of support.

But "people".

It is a "person" who goes forward one after another, and sacrifices his life one by one.

The character of man stands in the sky and the earth.

The "mirror curtain" surrounding the four sides disappeared again.

Those six indomitable figures reappeared again.

Like six towering giants, overlooking the grand gathering of the Tianjiao of the human race in the Pillar of Liuhe.

This is the main match of the Yellow River Gathering, and it is the pinnacle event of the young Tianjiao in this world.

The prides of all nations gather here, who can become famous in the world?

Everyone sat in the stands, waiting with bated breath for the start of the conference.

The red-faced Xian Nankui was fully armored, and stood under the stage of the A-branded martial arts training hall, not intending to make a sound.

Even Xian Nankui, the commander of the Shence Army, felt that he was not correct enough to preside over the main match of the Yellow River Meeting.

I can't see the trajectory of the action at all, and I don't know how it happened. On the C-brand Yanwu stage, a Taoist seemed to appear out of thin air.

This person was wearing a luxurious Taoist robe of gold and jade colors, and a gold-rimmed emerald jade hairpin was inserted into the Taoist bun.

Ruddy complexion, handsome features.

He looked around and looked at the tall figures of the six emperors one by one, and finally bowed his head slightly to Emperor Jing as a gesture of respect.

"I have moved to Yujing Mountain, and I have seen all of you supreme beings."

His face was calm, without any imposing manner, but his voice had an extremely warm feeling, flowing slowly, as if it could soothe the listener's heart.

"This meeting of the Yellow River will be hosted by Pindao," he said.

This powerful real monarch from Yujing Mountain stretched out his hand and pointed at the eastern stand: "Mr. Ao, please take a seat!"

On the stand due to the east, there is a luxurious big chair at the highest point. Gold and jade are intertwined, and gems are embellished like stars.

The back of the chair is against the towering pillar of Liuhe.

The position of this pillar of Liuhe is exactly in the middle of the Dharma forms of Emperor Jing and Emperor Qi.

So the existence on this chair is also between the two emperors.

There was also no fluctuation, a figure with an indistinct face and wearing a golden robe landed on the big chair.

Although it is also supreme and noble, it is above everyone in the field. But compared to the six emperors who supported the sky and the world, it was inevitably a bit bleak.

Yu Xi didn't intend to introduce anything. He only glanced at Xian Nankui under the stage of the A-brand martial arts show, and he had already completed the exchange of information about the Yellow River Meeting.

Then he said: "The talents of foreign countries, please come in."

He took a step back to the martial arts stage, and his voice still fell into everyone's ears clearly: "The name tag has been decided, and each has an opponent. Life and death are fate, and the outcome is the battle."

"Please play it for the world!"

On Jiang Wang's right side, Chong Xuanzun got up calmly.

There was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was no trace of tension in Mo Ran's eyes.

Seemingly slow but fast, he strolled away from the stands.

Dressed in white clothes, he was extremely elegant, and the moment he stepped on the stage of the "Geng" brand, he became the focus of attention of the audience.

The sixteen outlaws will fight on eight martial arts platforms at the same time.

The top eight will be determined in one battle.

And Chong Xuanzun's opponent also stood opposite him at this time.

Based on the tacit understanding among the six overlords, it was no surprise that the opponent of Qi Zhongxuan Zun was Tai Yin from the famous Tai family of Xia.

It was the nephew and grandnephew of the real person Taihua who died in the battle on Jianfeng Mountain.

This is a young Tianjiao who can be regarded as handsome.

Facing the same person is a real collection of national hatred and family hatred.

He has reasons for anger, reasons for hatred.

But he looked at Zhong Xuanzun with calm eyes.

It was like facing an ordinary passerby.

I didn't know it before, I don't know it now, and I don't need to remember it later.

I wrote about when Joong Hyun Joon took the stage.

I want to write that he is very calm.

But I put him in my place and imagined the scene at that time.

I was very excited, very nervous, and my heart was pounding.

What a solemn, grand occasion it was.

The part that I can't fully substitute, and the part that I substitute, are mixed into a very wonderful feeling.

This is the beauty of writing.