There are many gaps between the rocks under the bank, one of which is connected to the sewer under the Taoist Temple.
During the day, the Tang family had already sent people to destroy the formation there, and sprinkled a lot of black viscous oily substance inside.
The lump of mud-like thing slowly flowed through the gap, came to the sewer of the Dao Temple, and continued to move forward, still without any sound, and I don’t know what kind of material the surface of the thing is made of, and it didn’t touch it. A little of those sticky black oils.
Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the opposite bank.
He didn't know that during the day, the opposite bank was very lively. There were many government servants, street vendors, fortune tellers, and a blind luthier playing the lute by the water. The restaurant was very lively, and Rob drank two cans of fine wine there.
He didn't realize that the land behind him was slightly raised, and two frost-colored weeds had already crossed his insteps.
The black soil bloomed like quietly blooming petals, and an ugly hand covered with scales and hair stretched out from the ground.
There was an extremely slight change in the Qi mechanism between the heaven and the earth, and Chen Changsheng's perception was so keen that he immediately noticed the abnormality.
However, his reaction was still a step slow after all.
He didn't have time to use the fastest Yeshibu, or use the evening cloud to send himself far away.
That ugly and terrifying hand had already stretched out from the ground, tightly holding onto his ankle.
An indescribable breath emanated from that hand, along his ankle, and invaded his body.
Chen Changsheng only felt as if he had fallen into the crater of a volcano, wrapped in extremely hot magma, and every part of his skin felt extremely tingling, even a little numb.
This is an illusion, because that breath is not hot, but extremely cold.
The extremely cold and filthy breath rushed into all his meridians, and then began to erode his flesh and blood.
What's even more frightening is that the cold and filthy breath seemed to have some kind of vitality, and it turned into a film-like thing, covering all 365 of his air holes, which also meant that, The star power in his aura cannot be broken out in a short time.
The next moment, that aura rushed directly into his chest and abdomen, freezing his secluded mansion into a snow mountain.
All of this happened in an extremely short period of time.
The yellow leaves that fell from the tree were just less than an inch away from the branches, and the stars didn't even have time to twinkle.
Chen Changsheng was restrained, his breathing and heartbeat seemed to be frozen.
Not to mention fighting back, he couldn't even make a sound.
The means of the sneak attacker in the ground were too insidious, and the breath was too cold and sinister.
If it is another practitioner, even a great powerhouse at the peak of Gathering Stars, without any preparations, it is possible to encounter such a terrible sneak attack suddenly, and encounter such insidious means that have not appeared in the world for countless years. Something happened, and then died quietly.
Will Chen Changsheng die like this? Under the protection of countless strong men, in the Dao Temple of the state religion, under this silvery starlight
Guan Feibai walked out of the Taoist hall with his sword in hand, still more than ten feet away from Chen Changsheng.
The most important thing was that, apart from feeling that Night Breeze was suddenly slightly cold, he didn't find any problems.
The formation of the Dao Temple did not notice the arrival of the insidious sneak attacker.
Chen Changsheng's breathing slowed down, counting from the time he was attacked, the interval between his second breaths was seven times longer.
At the same time, his heartbeat also slowed down, and counting from the time he was attacked, his second heartbeat was many times later than the first one.
If this continues, maybe his next breath will never come, maybe his heartbeat will stop and he will die.
This was the time Chen Changsheng was extremely close to death, but it wasn't the most recent time.
Since he was ten years old, his life has been accompanied by the shadow of death. Whether at the bottom of Beixin Bridge, at the bank of Hanshan Lake, or at the top of Tianshu Mausoleum, he has encountered more dangerous situations, so even if he saw death so clearly He still didn't panic.
More importantly, he has had similar experiences many times, how to deal with the cold breath.
He has been blown by the creaking dragon's breath many times. Over the years, he has sometimes turned into a snow sculpture at the bottom of a cave, and sometimes turned into an ice cube in Lenggong Lake.
The dragon's breath of the mysterious frost dragon is the coldest thing in the world. Although the sneak attacker's breath is more sinister, it is still not as good in this respect.
In a sense, Chen Changsheng is the person in this world who fights the most against the cold aura. Whether it is mentally or physically, his endurance far exceeds that of normal people, even those who are strong in the sacred field , and may not be stronger than him in this respect.
From the attacker's point of view, at this time, Chen Changsheng's physical body and spiritual consciousness should be completely frozen, even his thinking should stop, let alone fight back.
Chen Changsheng was indeed unable to move at this time, but he could still think about it.
As long as he can think, no one can trap him.
In the extremely slow breathing and heartbeat that was about to stop, he thought slightly.
Countless swords came out of the hidden front scabbard!
Countless sharp sword intents enveloped the back garden by the Wenshui River.
Countless sword lights slashed wildly in all directions, starlight suddenly shattered, frost grass broke suddenly, countless deep sword marks appeared on the ground, and slightly hard soil splashed everywhere.
The formation in the Dao Hall was finally touched, and a clear light emerged from the eaves of the hall, covering the entire Dao Hall and the back garden.
In the countless sword lights, there was a muffled groan, and at the same time there was a chirping sound, as if something was broken.
The grass kept rising, as if something in the ground was trying to move away.
The filthy aura had no source, and Chen Changsheng was no longer in danger of his life, but he could not move for the time being, and it was still dangerous.
The group of swords flew back and hung around his body, forming an airtight sword array, which made a buzzing sound.
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Looking at Chen Changsheng standing by the water from a distance, Guan Feibai had already noticed something strange.
It is impossible for Chen Changsheng to hide the changes in his breathing rate and heartbeat from his transparent sword heart.
Then, he saw the black soil on the grass, and the hand holding Chen Changsheng's ankle strangely.
With the long sword out of its sheath, he swept over there, but his mood was extremely nervous, because he realized that it might be too late.
At this moment, countless sword lights appeared on the grass, and the slashing starlight and frost grass were all shattered, and at the same time, the sneak attacker was forced to show his figure.
Looking at the bulge on the grass, Guan Feibai left his long sword and slashed towards it.
A white sword light lit up in the night by the Wenshui River.
The starlight in the sky suddenly dimmed for a few minutes, the frost and grass faded, and the yellow leaves shattered.