Facing what might be the most powerful existence in this world, and facing the most miserable possible ending, Chen Changsheng was afraid, nervous, uneasy...but still not in despair.
He had despaired when he was ten years old, got used to it, knew it was useless.
He looked at the middle-aged scholar by the stream in the distance, holding a button in his sleeve with his right hand.
The middle-aged scholar seemed to have discovered something, his eyes suddenly became sharper, his cold light was like a sword, and the terrifying aura scattered towards the mountains and fields.
In the loud bang, the rocks in the air were shaken open a little.
The wind and snow were sudden, and the mountain road became even colder. With several crisp sounds, many weapons of ascetics fell to the ground!
Chen Changsheng found that his right hand was not in control, as if it was really frozen, and he couldn't squeeze the button in his palm!
Driven by the continuous formation in the cold mountain, hundreds of sky stones fell again.
The middle-aged scholar raised his right hand and flicked a finger towards the distant mountain road.
An invisible and traceless breath passed through the surrounding of those sky rocks and came to the mountain road.
Chen Changsheng's right hand was locked to death by a middle-aged scholar, but his left hand could still move.
There was only a very slight sound of metal friction, and the metal ball that flew out of the scabbard stretched out at an unimaginable speed.
Chen Changsheng had an old umbrella in his left hand.
Yellow paper umbrella.
A roar resounded through the mountain road, and the stream surged up, splashing into thousands of flakes of snow.
That breath hit the surface of the yellow paper umbrella.
The unimaginable violent force spread to Chen Changsheng along the ribs of the yellow paper umbrella.
Chen Changsheng was like a small stone hit by a hammer, whizzing through the wind, it flew backwards, and smashed hard on the hard cliff!
The smoke and dust rose a lot, and then gradually subsided.
A clear trace of a human figure appeared on the cliff, and there was a pile of stone chips, but there was no trace of Chen Changsheng.
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Chen Changsheng was able to break away from the lock of the middle-aged scholar's Qi machine and disappear without a trace in such an unimaginable way, naturally it relied on the button he had been holding in his palm all the time.
That's not an ordinary button, it's a thousand miles button.
In the Orthodox Academy, when Luoluo met the demon assassin, she used the thousand-mile button, but was blocked by Tianluo.
Tianluo is the weapon of the demon king. Although its power is no longer what it used to be, it can just restrain Qianli Button.
Now, Tianluo should be in the hands of the Great Zhou court.
Today in the cold mountain, Chen Changsheng met the owner of Tianluo, and used the thousand-mile button to escape, but was not blocked by Tianluo, but was blocked by a big stone.
At this time, he should have left the range of Hanshan Mountain and joined Mao Qiuyu and the King of Linghai at the foot of the mountain, but he was still in the mountain.
Thousands of stones suspended in the sky blocked the entire cold mountain, so he couldn't leave.
It was a boulder like a hill, just in front of the mountain road.
Chen Changsheng's face was extremely pale, his internal injuries exploded, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the stone.
The middle-aged scholar's previous pointing was slightly better than Zhu Luo's sword he had seen in Xunyang City.
If it wasn't for the yellow paper umbrella, he would have died by now.
Even so, a breach appeared on the surface of the yellow paper umbrella.
Chen Changsheng looked at the blood stains on the stone, confirmed that there was no smell, but still couldn't rest assured, he grabbed a handful of dust from the ground to cover it, and then rushed towards the top of the mountain path.
In previous battles, he rarely ran away, let alone abandon his companions, but today is different, because he has no possibility of defeating the middle-aged scholar, or even resisting him a little bit, and he is very clear about the goal of the middle-aged scholar If it was him, then the farther he escaped, the safer his companions would be.
So he fled, very resolutely.
He used the burning sword, burned his true essence desperately, and ran towards the top of the cold mountain at an unimaginable speed.
Among the mountains shrouded in the night, a dust dragon was born, and it was several miles away in an instant.
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There is silence on the banks of the stream and on the mountain road.
People looked at the cliff wall after the smoke and dust gathered, and looked at the trace left by the impact, and they were very surprised. Tang Sanshiliu and Zhexiu didn't look at it, but just stared at the middle-aged scholar by the stream, even though his face was pale and he felt fear, knowing that he would die in the next moment, he still stared at him steadfastly.
The middle-aged book came alive and walked up the stream.
The Hanshan Heavenly Stone Formation felt an induction, and hundreds of Heavenly Stones surrounded him.
Zhe Xiu and Tang Thirty-Six also moved at the same time, rushing towards the middle-aged scholar. Of course they knew that they couldn't be the middle-aged scholar's opponent, but the opponent was obviously coming after Chen Changsheng, so they must be chasing Chen Changsheng at this time, so it took a moment...
They failed to hold the middle-aged scholar, but they did not die either.
Staying away from Xuelao City and coming to the human world, the time of middle-aged scholars is very precious, at least more precious than their lives, so he ignored them.
Zhexiu and Tang Sanshiliu had no way to catch up with the middle-aged scholar.
The middle-aged scholar seemed to be walking very slowly, but he appeared in the distant mountain in an instant.
The most frightening thing is that he actually walks with those hundreds of sky stones.
Those heavenly stones had an unimaginable weight, and they were all on the middle-aged scholar's body at this time, but they couldn't slow down his footsteps for a moment.
There was a heavy rumbling sound in the mountains, like thunder, countless cliffs collapsed, and the mountain road broke.
The image is eerie, shocking, frightening, and powerful.
With the departure of the middle-aged scholar and those heavenly stones, the wind, snow and coercion on the streamside and mountain road disappeared immediately.
With a bang, the stream shook off the ground, sprayed into the sky hundreds of feet high, and then fell like rain.
The cliff mountain road and the grass vibrated violently, and muffled humming sounded continuously.
Those yellow lantern-like persimmons in the forest fell to the ground one after another, whether they were ripe or young, they were smashed to pieces like mud.
Like those corpses and flesh and blood by the stream.
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The big rock was still floating there quietly, very close to the ground, and it seemed to be connected, like a hill.
The middle-aged scholar was on the opposite cliff, and he stretched out his hand to grab it, and a small mountain-like stone flew over and landed in his hand.
Compared with this hill-like boulder, he looks very small, even completely hidden.
A mountain fell into his hands, which might sound out of place, but it happened.
A cold wind suddenly rose between the night-shrouded cliffs, blowing away the dust on the surface of the stone, revealing the blood stains below that hadn't completely dried up.
The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and smelled it there, his expression still indifferent, but he slowly closed his eyes, as if intoxicated.
"My son was right."
The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes, looked at the blood stains on the stone, and smiled a little, looking very satisfied.
The landscape on his face is a little brighter and more lively.
The next moment, the landscape darkened for a few minutes.
Because he raised his eyebrows.
— Not fully cooked yet, but should be good enough.
The hidden wounds left in the past should be healed.
He can finally unload the heavy burden and continue to move towards the ultimate realm of freedom.
Thinking about this, thinking about the long years of the millennium, even he can't help feeling a little bit emotional.
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