Chen Changsheng ran wildly all the way, his boots and the mountain path were shattered, and he left with the smoke and dust. In just a moment, he had already reached the mountainside.
He didn't know how far he was from the Tianchi Lake on the top of Hanshan Peak, he only knew that he should hurry up and run as far as possible.
But at the next moment, he stopped because he felt something was wrong.
He felt that the stone beads became hot.
Thunder suddenly sounded in the mountains. Is that the sound of hundreds of stones being forcibly moved and breaking through the air
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the cliff collapsing.
The sound got closer and closer, and the stone beads turned into the Tianshu tablet became hotter and hotter, and even became a little hot.
Suddenly, all the voices disappeared without a trace.
A thing came into view, or rather burst into his eyes.
It was a seal. I don't know what kind of stone it was carved from, and there was nothing unusual about it.
The stone seal swayed gently in the wind.
The seal is tied around a person's waist.
It was the middle-aged scholar.
Then, Chen Changsheng saw the hundreds of heavenly stones that followed the middle-aged scholar.
Overwhelming and extraordinary, it was obviously an extraordinary thing that restricted his speed and tried to trap him, but it seemed to have become his adornment just like that seal.
This is a cliff, on which is a shallow pit that was dug out in unknown years as a sidewalk, and the stone pit is full of moss.
Chen Changsheng was at the bottom of the cliff, and the middle-aged scholar was on the top of the cliff, the distance between them was no more than a few tens of feet.
"You humans like to do this kind of cocooning thing the most."
The middle-aged scholar looked at him and said calmly: "I don't know if the closure of the mountain by the Tianshi formation is a bureau, I only know that it will seal you up in this mountain."
Chen Changsheng didn't answer the conversation because it was meaningless.
There was no despair in his heart, because it was meaningless.
His consciousness landed on the black stone bead, and he was about to enter the Zhou Garden for shelter.
He didn't know if the middle-aged scholar had the ability to directly break through Zhou Garden's space barrier—if he and Xu Yourong's deduction was correct, and this person had sneaked into Zhou Garden, then he would enter Zhou Garden in front of the other party, and not safe. But at this time, there is a cliff behind him, and he has entered a desperate situation, so he has to try.
To his shock or expectation, he failed to enter Zhou Garden through that black stone.
Nothing changed, he was still in front of the cliff of Hanshan.
I don't know if it's because the Hanshan Tianshi array seals all the space, or because the middle-aged scholar is so powerful that he can influence the law of space within a close enough distance.
In short, he failed to enter Zhouyuan and lost his last resort.
But he still did not despair.
He raised the Wugou sword, held the hidden scabbard, and looked at the middle-aged scholar with a very calm expression.
That was an enemy he could not defeat, but so what
There was a look of approval in the middle-aged scholar's eyes, and he said, "You should know my purpose."
Chen Changsheng nodded.
The middle-aged scholar said: "I will slowly eat you up with a heart of pity."
Chen Changsheng said: "I know the last move of the Li Shanfa sword, and I can burn jade and stone together. Senior Su Li passed me a burning sword, and I can burn myself into a pile of ashes."
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Are you going to threaten me with death? Although fresh prey tastes better, I don't mind showing some kindness and killing you first."
Chen Changsheng said, "But you never killed me."
Yes, if the middle-aged scholar is really determined to kill him, no matter whether he has the yellow paper umbrella, the thousand-mile button, or that letter, he is already dead.
The middle-aged scholar's smile faded away, and he said expressionlessly, "In front of me, it's not that easy to want to die."
"I want to try."
In Xunyang City, when Wang Po faced Zhu Luo, he said these four words, and he wanted to see if he could stab Zhu Luo with a sword. Today in Cold Mountain, Chen Changsheng also uttered these four words. He wanted to see if he could burn himself to ashes before the other party.
Wan Jian whispered in the sheath, ready for the final charge, the envelope was clenched tightly in his hand, ready to release the final sword at any time.
The true essence is struggling to flow in the broken meridians, and the ocean of spiritual consciousness is creating a storm, preparing for the final burning.
When making this decision, he was really calm.
Of course, it is inevitable that there is still some reluctance.
He still has a lot to do.
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Time passed slowly, Wan Jian was still not out of its sheath, nor was he burning, he was still alive.
It was not because the middle-aged scholar controlled his body, but because two people appeared in front of the cliff.
Two men came out from the ivy on the cliff.
One has white hair and looks a little nervous, especially when he looks at the middle-aged scholar with fear. The other person had a vicissitudes on his face, but he couldn't tell his age. He was wearing an ordinary clothes, and his expression was very calm, as if he was just a tourist looking for the scenery.
But he was certainly no ordinary man.
Because when he appeared in the room, the middle-aged scholar no longer looked at Chen Changsheng, but looked at him.
Previously on the banks of Shandao River, neither Liu Qing nor Xiaode, nor Old Man Tianji's Great Formation of Cold Mountain and Heavenly Stones could really divert the middle-aged scholar's gaze from looking at Chen Changsheng, because his purpose of leaving Xuelao City after thousands of years was to , that is Chen Changsheng.
For middle-aged scholars, no one is more important than Chen Changsheng.
However, at this time, he looked at the man who looked like a tourist with such seriousness.
The landscape on his face suddenly blurred, and then disappeared without a trace, revealing his original image.
Is this respect or vigilance? Who in the world deserves his respect? Need him to be vigilant? Tianhai? Pope? Or Baidi
No, the man who looked like a tourist was obviously not one of the three saints.
But for the middle-aged scholar, he is far more worthy of his respect and vigilance than those three saints.
The slightly cold wind howled between the cliffs, and the night sky was gradually torn apart by thousands of skystones, and it was still dim, even looking a little tragic.
No one spoke for a long time, and the atmosphere between the cliffs seemed very strange.
The middle-aged scholar and the man who looked like a tourist looked at each other without saying a word. Gradually, wind and thunder accumulated at the intersection of their eyes, and then gradually faded away, like flowing clouds.
Chen Changsheng knew that the situation had finally ushered in a turning point because of that man who looked like a tourist, but who was this man
He couldn't think of anyone else in the world besides the Holy Empress, His Majesty the Pope, and the White Emperor who could make a middle-aged scholar pay so much attention to him that he let him go temporarily.
I don't know how long it took, but the middle-aged scholar finally spoke. His voice was extremely emotional, and it could even be said to be sentimental: "You really didn't die."
The man smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty is not dead, how could I die?"
The middle-aged scholar looked at him sympathetically and said, "But he died after all."