The night is covering the sky, what are those people in the mountains facing? What next
Without any hesitation, Mao Qiuyu waved his sleeves lightly, and in an instant, he swept several miles away and walked towards the mountain road. The King of Linghai turned into a stream of light and went away with a pale face. He flipped his right hand and held a light No dazzling pestle.
Just as the old man Tianji calculated, the two giants of state religion were ordered by His Majesty the Pope to escort Chen Changsheng, and they each held a treasure!
However, they couldn't take a step on the mountain road and were forced to stop in front of the archway of Tianji Pavilion.
It was not because of the night, but because of countless stones suddenly falling from the sky above the mountains.
Those stones are densely packed, like a big net, completely covering the entire cold mountain, exuding an extremely powerful aura.
Those stones are not ordinary stones, but the same origin as the Heavenly Book Stele!
These heavenly stones formed a formidable formation, even the most powerful in the sacred field, there is no way to destroy this heavenly stone formation in a short period of time. Although their strength is strong, they still carry the treasure of the state religion, There is no way to break into this cold mountain at this time.
So those people in Hanshan... what about that person
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Tianshi starts from Tianchi, from the grassy cliffs beside the pool, and from the fingertips of old man Tianji.
The old man Tianji sat by the lake, the wrinkles on his face increased several times in an instant, making him look even older, but his fingers were still so steady, writing something in the mist on the water surface, it was calculating, and at the same time In the formation, the body exudes an extremely powerful breath.
Thousands of sky stones flew over the mountains, suspended in the air, and under the dark night, it seemed like stars appeared, sealing off the land with a radius of five hundred miles.
This is Hanshan, his place.
Even though the middle-aged scholar who came to Hanshan today is the strongest opponent he has encountered in his thousands of years of cultivation, he still has the confidence to fight against him.
The sky stones suspended in the night sky are woven into a net. The center of this stone net is at the turn of the mountain road, beside the stream, and in front of the persimmon forest.
Just above the head of that middle-aged scholar.
The middle-aged scholar looked up at the night sky, looked at the dozens of sky stones within his line of sight, his expression was still indifferent, and he was not moved at all.
The body of old man Tianji, who was far away by the lakeside of the peak, swayed slightly, the wrinkles on his face did not increase, but deepened a few points.
The middle-aged scholar looked at the peak and said expressionlessly: "Tianji, you want to trap me with such a simple formation?"
His voice was like thunder, exploding among the mountains.
The sea of consciousness of the cultivators guarding in front of Chen Changsheng was shaken, and some cultivators with weaker cultivation levels even dropped the Dao sword in their hands and covered their ears in pain.
These pictures are all faintly appearing in the fog on the lake surface of the peak.
Old Man Tianji looked at the scene in the fog and said, "You can't be trapped forever, you have to be trapped for a while."
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said: "Then you don't care about the life and death of these juniors?"
Old Man Tianji said: "If you don't care about your own life, who else can I care about?"
These two peerless powerhouses were separated by at least a hundred miles, but they seemed to be talking face to face.
Listening to these two simple conversations, the human ascetics and demon masters who had hoped because of hearing the voice of old man Tianji suddenly despaired again.
Sitting cross-legged in the pavilion by the lakeside of the peak, everyone in the Tianji Pavilion showed unbearable expressions on their faces, but they had nothing to say.
If the old man Tianji used all his strength at this time, he would not be sure to save those people on the mountain path and by the stream, but it might be possible to prevent them from all dying.
But in that case, the old man Tianji would not be able to maintain the great formation of stones that sealed the five hundred li cold mountain at this time.
Those who enter the cold mountain are very important, they are the future of mankind. However, if the middle-aged scholar can be sealed in the cold mountain for a little longer, waiting for the strong men in the human world to come and kill him, then...humanity will usher in an extremely bright future.
In the short period of time when the old man Tianji discovered the trace of the middle-aged scholar, he made more than forty deduction calculations, and finally made his own choice.
If the death of those people can be exchanged for the death of the most terrifying enemy in the human world, then this is a worthy death.
Even if there is a future Pope among those people.
Elder Tianji believed that those people would make the same choices as themselves if they knew the identity of the middle-aged scholar.
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Wanshou Pavilion is a scenic spot in Xiling, with a rich collection of books. A scribe was standing by the bookshelf, reading with a scroll in his hand. This person was wearing an ordinary gown, the only unusual feature was a red flower tied on his little finger. The flowers are very red, the red ones are beautiful and special, unlike any common red color, they have a different kind of beauty.
The scribe's expression was very calm, as if he was concentrating on reading, but the red flower trembling slightly between his little fingers showed that his mood at this time was not what it appeared on the surface. Or it was because of the occasional shouting and cursing from outside the pavilion. Wanshou Pavilion is a quiet resort, who dares to shout and curse outside the pavilion? Who dares to scold this scribe
The person who scolded outside the pavilion was an old Taoist nun, who was already half bald with a half-bald whisk in her hand, and she was actually Wu Wubi who was driven out of Kyoto by the Empress Tianhai.
Hearing the scolding from outside the pavilion, the scribe could no longer keep calm, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and finally he sighed, ready to say something. At this moment, there was a sudden faint fluctuation in the sky in the east direction outside the Wanshou Pavilion.
The scribe's expression changed slightly, his figure flickered, and he disappeared in front of the bookshelf, and the next moment he came outside the pavilion. Seeing the scribe finally appearing, the old nun was secretly proud, but her face was still full of hatred. She looked at him and said, "Your son doesn't care, so your wife doesn't care either!"
Wen Shili ignored her, still looking at the northeast direction in the blue sky, his face was very ugly.
The old Taoist nun was angry, she stretched out her hand and grabbed him.
The scribe snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves angrily, then lightly stepped on a lotus leaf in the lotus pond in front of the pavilion with his toes, his figure suddenly blurred into the air and disappeared without a trace.
The old nun fell heavily to the ground, her cheeks were red and swollen.
She covered her face and was stunned. She had never been treated like this since she got married.
Just when she was about to swear, she finally sensed the strangeness coming from the sky, her face turned pale, and she suddenly felt palpitations.
At this moment, she only hoped that she hadn't delayed her husband's moment of flicking his sleeves just now.
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The Wanliu Garden outside the city of Hanqiu is still scorched. Although it has been a long time, there is still no tender girl reborn.
Zhu Luo stood by the former lake, looked at the remnant scene in front of him, and remained silent.
In recent days, he has been dealing with the affairs of the Zhu Clan and the Jueqing Sect, while waiting for the day when Wang Po returns to Tianliang County, feeling a little tired.
A man wearing a hat was standing beside him, who was also a stargazer who was also a stargazer.
Suddenly, a piece of black ash fell on the edge of the hat, and the stargazer felt it. Looking towards the eastern sky, he saw that the sea of clouds thousands of miles away suddenly darkened for a few minutes.
"problem occurs."
"you go."
"good."