The sky was faint.
As far as the middle of the mountain, not only the vitality of heaven and earth, but also the light is covered and distorted by an invisible force.
The coldness on Pan Ruoye's face became more and more intense.
Wisps of powerful true essence and heaven and earth vitality were continuously released from her body. Although it was impossible to move a large amount of heaven and earth vitality from outside the mountain, her body itself was like an empty mountain containing countless heaven and earth vitality.
Fallen leaves are dancing.
The fighting of countless heaven and earth vitality only made a slight sound, but the tearing of real power caused all the green leaves of trees in the sight of Ding Ning and Fusu to break away from the branches and dance wantonly.
The tumbling green leaves weave into countless curtains, covering the world in front of you.
"What's the trouble?"
A faint voice fell from somewhere on the top of the mountain, passed through the countless blue curtains, and reached the ears of Ding Ning and everyone else.
"Dao Juan Liuyun, the strongest part of the Dao Juan is the meaning of Liuyun, I want to see it today."
They are all true great masters, top figures in the world, and even the demeanor during the conversation seemed to be fully displayed under the oppression of the other party. At the moment when Pan Ruoye slightly raised her head to speak, a burst of fresh air emanated from her body, stab at the sky above her head.
Then she stretched out her palm towards the top of the mountain.
With a snap, there was a sudden explosion in the air above her head.
A ray of sunshine fell from the blue sky and shone on her body.
Her entire body was dyed pale gold.
Along with the sunshine, there is also the vitality of heaven and earth like a dike breaking.
The billowing vitality of heaven and earth poured in from this only gap, turning into a huge cyan wave visible to the naked eye.
At this moment, a small pure white sword flew out of her palm.
A huge cyan wave rolled into her small white sword.
The small white sword disappeared instantly.
In the curtain of countless green leaves, a straight path of light was left.
At this time, on the top of the mountain, under an ancient pine tree, sat a man in green shirt.
The face of this man in green shirt was only around thirty, but his black eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, seemed to hide a mountain-like sea of content, containing the meaning of the accumulation of time.
When a straight path of light appeared in the curtain of countless green leaves, he raised his eyebrows slightly, pointed his index finger and middle finger together as a sword, and stabbed forward.
When he stabbed out with two fingers, the air in front of him seemed to become extremely viscous, and something appeared whistling, spinning at a high speed, unstoppable, it was Pan Ruoye's small white sword.
The two fingers of this blue-shirted master became absolutely transparent, even the blood vessels and bones seemed to have completely disappeared, only exuding a crystal luster.
His fingertips were like the tip of a sword, and he accurately hit the tip of the small white sword spinning at high speed.
The tip of the sword spun around his fingertips, leaving no trace of traces on his fingertips, but a piece of bluestone sitting under him suddenly turned into a fine powder.
Cracks were like spider silk, forming on the ground below him, and quickly extending farther away.
He looked up at the sky at this moment.
The invisible curtain that covered the whole mountain and isolated the world completely disappeared at this time.
Some white clouds in the sky changed in the blink of an eye, turning into huge white runes.
Pan Ruoye took a deep breath, and the small white sword spinning around the fingertips of the master in green shirt on the top of the mountain retreated quickly, back into the path of light that had not yet disappeared.
Being able to withdraw the sword at such a speed meant that she didn't try her best, or that she didn't want to deal with the next counterattack of the blue shirt master with all her strength.
Master Qingshan woke up and realized something.
He also took a deep breath, frowning deeply.
Strips of white clouds in the sky condensed as if frozen, and the terrifying power that was about to burst out abruptly stopped and waited.
Then he stood up and began to walk slowly down the hill.
All the green leaves fell, and his figure soon appeared in the sight of Ding Ning and others.
"A good attacker is worse than a good defender, and a good defender is worse than a good hider. I don't know who can make me unaware. It turned out that Dean Mo from Changling came in person." Ding Ning and the others were seen from a distance, and Pan Ruoye looked at him. Mo Shoucheng, whose side beard and hair were like ginseng beards, the master in green shirt sighed softly, bowed his hands and saluted, "Why did you laugh at people before, thinking that climbing the mountain by consuming so much energy is a force, but it turns out that I have already lost the old man first." One move, sir."
"You are welcome, sir."
Mo Shoucheng bowed his head in return, and said: "I have climbed many mountains in my life, but none of them are as difficult as this mountain."
It wasn't until he said these words that Fusu realized that his body was also covered with beads of sweat.
Only then did Fusu realize that Mo Shoucheng didn't use his true energy at all when he climbed the mountain, but relied purely on his body. Although Mo Shoucheng is also one of the people closest to the eighth realm in the world, he is a real old man after all. Naturally tired.
Grandmaster Qingshan pondered slightly, then said: "In that case, let's leave now."
After saying this sentence, he turned around and left without any delay.
"Is this the bearing of a real great master?"
Fusu was filled with admiration, and felt that this man's gestures were indescribably graceful, and that every mountain top seemed not as tall as the back of this blue-shirted master at this time.
"It's not that simple." Ding Ning glanced at him, but shook his head and said softly.
Mo Shoucheng glanced at Ding Ning approvingly, and said, "It's really not that simple."
Fusu looked at Mo Shoucheng and Ding Ning with some shame, and Ding Ning didn't waste any time, looking up at the big white cloud talismans in the sky that were still condensed.
"When I read the scriptures in the Baiyangdong scripture library, it was recorded in those classics that the body of a practitioner above the seventh realm is a huge container for the vitality of the world. However, once it is worn out, it will naturally be slow to replenish. Especially Using some Xeon's decisions is far from being as simple as wasting some energy."
Ding Ning said calmly: "It would be normal for this grand master to retreat before he displayed such a talisman. However, he has already lost his vitality and condensed such a talisman. Whether you look at Dean Mo's methods, maybe you will have some insights. It's just that he is leaving now... which means that he doesn't even want to take any risks before the Lushan League."
Fu Su suddenly understood.
"This kind of risk is within the controllable range. People like him will never give up the opportunity to fight like this." Pan Ruoye looked at the back of the blue-clothed master who disappeared from her sight, with a blank expression on his face. Turning his head to look at Mo Shoucheng beside him, he said: "I just don't understand that the Dao Juanzong has always been hidden from the outside world, and has no intersection with all dynasties in the world, and does not intervene in the disputes of various dynasties and sects. But why make such an exception?"
Dao Juanzong is a very mysterious sect. Although it is powerful and unworldly, only knowledgeable practitioners like her and Mo Shoucheng know about it.
Even so, she and Mo Shoucheng didn't even know the name of this blue shirt master.
For a completely unfamiliar opponent who retreated after a fight, it is too difficult to guess the opponent's intentions, so it is almost impossible for her to have an answer to the question at this time.
However, Mo Shoucheng is no ordinary person.
"Its intention is Lushan."
Mo Shoucheng looked at her peacefully and said: "At this time, he was very worn out, but when he retreated, he was inclined towards Lushan, which shows that in his heart, it is safer to retreat towards Lushan, which shows that he has some relationship with the people in Lushan. .”
Pan Ruoye didn't say any more, but a coldness flashed in his eyes.
Having said that, it is already clear.
At this time, only the Great Chu Dynasty came to Lushan, so the great master of the Dao Juan was naturally related to someone who came to Lushan from the Great Chu Dynasty.
Mo Shoucheng's tired eyes were slightly closed, and a burst of vitality was released from his body.
There was a slight breeze.
It took a lot of time to climb to the middle of the mountain before, but this time it was just a breeze, and in just a few breaths, the scenery in front of Ding Ning and Fusu's eyes had completely changed, and they had already reached the top of the mountain.
In the plain on the outer side of the deer mountain, a huge procession slowly appeared.
There are more than 5,000 people in this row, but from the top of the mountain, one can vaguely see that only half of the 5,000 people are soldiers, and the other half are all kinds of officials and guards of honor. .
The countless bright yellow flags and the golden dragon patterns on the canopy are already extremely subtle at an extremely long distance, but they still have an amazing charm, and they seem to be flying out of the air one by one.
So much so that this line is always golden, as dazzling as the sun at this time.
In the world, naturally, only when the Son of Heaven goes on tour, can there be such a battle.
After Emperor Chu ascended Lushan, the second emperor finally arrived.
"You're right. The second person to climb Lushan is indeed Yan Chao." Looking at such a golden team, the whole body is in a mysterious aura, and it seems to become nothingness, constantly absorbing the far away world The vigorous Pan Ruoye glanced at Mo Shoucheng, and immediately sneered.
"How can I guess that the second climber must be Yan Chao?" Ding Ning asked this time.
"The strength of the Great Yan Dynasty is not inferior to that of the Great Chu Dynasty, but Emperor Yan is the most cautious and gentle, and does not put himself in front of others, so he has been in power for many years, and he is also very conservative." Mo Shoucheng replied patiently.
Ding Ning asked: "What about the emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty?"
Mo Shoucheng smiled lightly, and said: "The emperor of the Daqi Dynasty is the most brazen. No one in the world can match his thick skin, but this is also his strength."
Fusu became curious, he couldn't help but want to ask how the other dynasties commented on his father, but thinking that asking such a question seemed to be too disrespectful to his father, he laughed at himself and gave up such a question. idea.
His subtle movements could not escape Mo Shoucheng's eyes. Mo Shoucheng glanced at Ding Ning, who was already calm and silent, thinking that geniuses born in the market are more complex and mature earlier.
Why do you need to ask this kind of question, if you don't feel that Yuanwu Emperor and Empress are truly ruthless and have the heart to swallow the world, how can the other three dynasties regard the Great Qin Dynasty as the number one enemy