Under the dark twilight, the tide of beasts was like a black ocean. In front of the black sea stood five strong demons. There was a larger shadow in the sky, which seemed to be the reflection of this black ocean.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong stood on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, separated by thousands of meters of divine way, looking at this magnificent and terrifying scene, as well as the countless wireless black wooden sticks in the hands of the little girl in the front. One block, knowing that the previous calculation was correct, the soul hub was in front of the black sarcophagus, but the soul wood was in the hands of the demons.
Xu Yourong said with some regret: "I practiced Taoism since I was a child, but I believe in Taoism. The so-called deduction is just talking about human affairs. Now it seems that you and I can only rely on destiny."
Chen Changsheng looked at the black sea in front of the mausoleum and the shadows in the sky, and said, "I believe in fate, but I don't believe that fate can determine everything."
When he said this, he was very serious and calm, only the ending of the last word trembled slightly, which showed that he was still a little nervous, he collected himself, and continued: "Sure enough, the soul tree is in the hands of the demons. No wonder we didn't encounter any monsters all the way to Zhouling, it's just...these demons could control the monsters to kill us, why didn't they do that, instead they helped us clear the way?"
Xu Yourong said: "The last time I passed by that piece of autumn reed, I said that the biggest possibility is that they need us to help them guide the way."
From this point of view, in the eyes of the demons, Zhou Ling's position is at least far more important than his and her life and death. Why are the demons looking for Zhou Ling? Is there something in it that they must get? No matter how you think about it, it should be the two-broken knife formula engraved on the wall of the black sarcophagus. Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong glanced at each other.
Now that the two broken swords have been destroyed, only by recombining the words and pictures recited in their minds can the swords be reappeared.
Use this to threaten the demons in exchange for a way out? He asked with his eyes.
"It's useless." Xu Yourong looked at the indifferent eyes of the little girl under the Shinto, and shook his head.
The phoenix and the peacock, fateful opponents, two geniuses of different races, met in Zhou Garden, which led to so many subsequent stories.
In the resolute or even tragic battle at the top of Muyu Peak, no matter how terrifying the state of strength Nanke showed, she responded calmly and won the first line. Even if the old man playing the piano joined the battle at the end, she was seriously injured and fell into the abyss , Seeing that the moment he was about to enter a desperate situation, his blood was awakened for the second time, giving birth to white wings, and he flew away through the night sky.
If it wasn't for saving Chen Changsheng, she would be the undoubted winner in this battle, as long as she could leave Zhou Yuan alive. However, even though her life is safe for the time being, she is still weak and exhausted, and has no power to fight again. However, Nan Ke had obviously recovered to his original state, as powerful as the top of Muyu Peak, and even more domineering.
Should you regret it? She should regret it, she looked at Chen Changsheng with a calm expression, and said nothing.
Chen Changsheng didn't know she was looking at him, because he was staring at the black ocean in front of the mausoleum.
That black ocean is composed of thousands of monsters, and countless powerful and bloody auras rise into the sky, as if to lift the sky above the grassland.
In the beast horde, there were gray dragons, demon vultures, and many monsters whose auras were too strong for his consciousness to perceive, not to mention the terrifying shadow behind the sky.
If the monsters in the grasslands in all directions start to attack, this black ocean can directly submerge this mausoleum, not to mention him, even those powerful generals who are at the peak of the stars, or even saints from the holy realm can only go far away. Avoid, unless Zhou Dufu is resurrected, who can fight against such a terrifying beast tide with one person's strength
But I don't know if it's because Zhou Dufu's aura remains in this mausoleum, or because it's controlled by the piece of black wood emitting countless rays of light. Although the beast tide is a little squirming, especially those Hui Hui who have been beheaded by Xu Yourong many companions before. The Jiao and the vulture kept screaming and screaming, but they stayed ten miles away from the mausoleum, not taking a step closer.
The black ocean is a curtain on which a gorgeous streamer is drawn.
Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng recalled the unforgettable encounter in the lake on the other side dozens of years ago, his pupils shrank slightly, and the hand holding the sword hilt tightened subconsciously.
In an instant, the stream of light crossed the seemingly long divine way, came to the middle of the hundreds of feet high mausoleum, and came to the sky in front of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
The beautiful and nimble wings of light flutter gently in the dim light, and between the wings of light are two beautiful women who seem to be connected as one.
Their eyebrows and eyes are all very good-looking, but their faces and temperaments are very different. It can even be said to be completely opposite. One is dignified, the other is charming, and the eyes of the other are flowing. , pure and pleasant, like a lady of every family, standing side by side, giving people a great visual and spiritual impact.
If Chen Changsheng was older, he might be more able to understand this kind of temptation, but he is only fifteen years old now, and he is devoted to cultivating Taoism and longevity, and has never considered those aspects. In his eyes, these two women Still the scary witch who almost killed herself in the lake over there.
Xu Yourong said: "They are the two wings of Nan Ke, or the two servants, one is Hua Cui and the other is Ning Qiu."
This was the first time Chen Changsheng knew their names, he was slightly taken aback, and then looked at them with other emotions in his eyes.
Chatting with Xu Yourong all the way, he knew that the pair of Nanke wings were indeed spirit bodies sacrificially created by the Zhuyin Witch Department in a certain way. They had divine consciousness and self-awareness, but they had to obey their master's orders for the rest of their lives. Not their own, as long as the owner's thoughts move slightly, they will be wiped out and die.
At this time, he didn't like these two names. Paint emerald? Ning Qiu? This is the most common origin of the maid's name, giving people a feeling of cowardice and humbleness, unable to live happily. Of course, he knew that they must not have chosen the name themselves. What he didn't like was the princess of the Demon Race who gave them such names and could fuck them to death.
Nanke Shuangshi served his master every day, and he could not see the meaning in his eyes.
Hua Cui was the charming beauty with extremely soft waist and soft eyes. She looked at Chen Changsheng with watery eyes, and said in an extremely soft voice, "He is really a child who can hurt people."
Ning Qiu is the lady with a beautiful face and an extremely dignified temperament, but she doesn't like the sympathy or even pity in his eyes. She thought that you almost died at the hands of the two of us that day by the lake, and you actually sympathized with us. Life and death are controlled by the master, how ridiculous and disrespectful.
With a hint of anger, she rushed to the stone platform.
"Ouch! Why are you in a hurry! I haven't talked to him yet!"
Hua Cui was led by her to fly towards the stone platform, she was talking in a panic, she seemed to be in a hurry, but her fingertips were already glowing with faint green light, extremely sinister.
Amid the chirping sound, countless green glows appeared in the sky in front of the high platform of the mausoleum, densely dotted with stars.
Those green lights are the poison of peacock feathers, once they enter the flesh and blood, they will surely die.
When they were fighting by the lake, they tried everything they could, but they couldn't pierce Chen Changsheng's skin. Now they still attacked like this, so they must have hidden other means.
Xu Yourong watched the scene quietly, holding the longbow in his right hand, tapping his fingers lightly on the smooth and ancient bow in a certain rhythm, always ready to make a move when Chen Changsheng couldn't cope.
She really didn't have any ability to fight at this time, but at least she could use the Wubow to withstand the enemy's blow. Chen Changsheng didn't give her this chance. He took a step forward with his right foot, and the sole of his shoe made a splash on the stone platform. The power was transferred from his waist to his shoulder and then to his wrist. The dagger turned into a straight line and shot towards the stone platform. The edge pierced past!
There was a crisp sound of rubbing, and the air outside the edge of the stone platform seemed to be pierced by his sword.
What's even more amazing is that around the straight line pierced by his sword, countless pure white snowflakes suddenly condense in the air. Those snowflakes are at least ten times larger than the snowflakes formed naturally, beautiful and specific.
Snowflakes fell, just covering the pair of wings of light.
The two servants in Light Wing, even in terms of individual combat strength, are all in the upper realm of Tongyou. Like him, after they are combined, their combat strength will increase dramatically. Therefore, Chen Changsheng, who just fought by the lake that day, has no chance. In front of their master, they secretly prepared other methods, but unexpectedly, all subsequent methods were broken by Chen Changsheng's sword before they could be used in time.
The sword used by Chen Changsheng hadn't been seen on the mainland for at least ten years, and it only appeared once in the Great Court Examination two months ago, so no one recognized it.
He used the upside-down stick from the Orthodox Academy.
If you want to talk about the speed of the sword, the Orthodox Academy’s Mountain-Upside-Down Stick is not as good as the Tiandaoyuan’s Linguang Sword. If you want to talk about the sword’s strength, the Orthodox Academy’s Mountain-Upside-Down Stick is not as good as the Wenshui Three Swords, nor is it as strong as the wind and rain in the Lishan Sword Sect. Swords, but the stick is the stick method taught by the Orthodox Academy to educate students who violated the rules. The most important thing is the word "reason".
His sword seemed unreasonable, but in fact it was very reasonable. The reason lies in the cold air of Xuanshuang attached to the sword, and in the thousands of snowflakes falling in the sky above the stone platform.
The speed of Nanke Shuangshi is too fast, so fast that it is meaningless for him to use Yezhibu, and the area of the stone platform is too small, it is inconvenient to use it, and he has no way to fight the opponent in the air, so he must limit the speed of the opponent, and use this The battle is controlled in a relatively small space.
At the same time, the downhill stick of the Orthodox Academy still lies in the word strict.
Strictness is unaccommodating, you... can't avoid it!
These two words are the heart of Chen Changsheng's sword.
Coupled with Xuanshuang's cold air, this sword can be said to be extremely cold.
The snowflakes fell and touched those faint green awns, instantly turning the color of those green awns into extremely dark gray.
Taking advantage of the situation, the cold sword rushed in, directly piercing the two women in the light wings.
In the air in front of the stone platform of the mausoleum, a strange cry of anger and unwillingness suddenly sounded.
The wings of light moved quickly, and the snowflakes were fanned away, and they retreated dozens of feet away in an instant.
Hua Cui and Ning Qiu's faces were pale.
A stream of blood slowly flowed from between the two bodies.
Looking at Chen Changsheng standing with a sword on the edge of the stone platform, their eyes were full of shock and disbelief.
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