Ling Xiaoniao landed on his shoulder, Chen Yanyu took off the note tied to Ling Xiaoniao's leg, unfolded it and saw Lou Zhengjing's familiar neat script.
The old master saw the thoughtful look on the young emperor's face.
For a moment, Chen Yanyu raised his head, his expression became extremely serious.
"Is it time for us old fellows to go?"
The old master asked slowly, he stood up straight, exuding a murderous and decisive ruthlessness.
The gray-haired old master, who read and recited scriptures, and paid attention to benevolence and etiquette, at this moment became not at all like an old Confucian scholar, more like... more like those warriors from the previous dynasty, singing, dancing and beheading, from There was arrogance and cruelty in his bones.
However, Chen Yanyu shook his head slowly.
"No, it's not yet time." Gently exerting force on his palm, he turned the note into a ball of ashes, "The people from the eight major sects have just entered the Qingming Pagoda, wait, wait until they have completely entered that place. And..."
A mocking smile appeared on Chen Yanyu's face.
"The people of the Jintang Dynasty are not very fuel-efficient lamps. Since they want to take advantage and don't want to contribute, how can there be such a good thing in the world?"
"Those guys..." The old master obviously knew who Chen Yanyu was talking about, with a look of contempt on his face, "What are a group of guys who are neither human nor ghost, but only lie in ambush and assassinate?"
"It doesn't matter if it's an ambush, or it doesn't matter if it's neither human nor ghost, as long as it works."
Chen Yanyu said indifferently, he borrowed the study room from the old master.
In the old master's study, Chen Yanyu took a pen to write the notes in reply to various places. He wrote very slowly, thinking over every word. He is very clear that every word he writes will determine the lives of many warriors of the Chen Dynasty. Although many sacrifices are necessary, Chen Yanyu still does not want to see too many people die if possible.
The old master stood in the courtyard, looking at the Lingxiao bird hovering in mid-air.
It is small in stature, and it is inconspicuous because it is too common. There are traces of this bird in the palace, in the fairy gate, and in the streets and alleys. No one would be wary of them, common and common is the best protective color of the Ling Xiao bird.
"It's going to be windy."
The old master looked at the majestic tower that symbolized the decline and fall of the ancient emperor, and let out a long breath.
The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building.
Now, the wind is going to pick up.
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"Bah, bah..."
Liao Gan took several mouthfuls and spit out the gravel in his mouth. Zhou Wen'an on the side reached out and knocked him on the back. The pain made him grin his teeth, and he vomited out all the gravel that he almost swallowed in his stomach.
"To shut up."
Zhou Wen'an dropped a sentence, lying on the ground motionless.
It's not just him, everyone from the Nine Profound Sect and the Beastmaster Sect are all hidden in the dark and motionless. Not far in front of them, the phantom of the horned dragon that caused this series of things is in a larger space. Spinning around on the ground, as if looking for something.
Just now, when they were carefully walking through the bones of wild beasts like ants, He Zhou could distinguish something strange from the sound of the wind. Looking for the sound along the way, I came here cautiously, and found that in the depths of this ancient battlefield, there was an open space without bones, a huge circular open space.
And the phantom of the horned dragon... it should not be said to be a phantom. At this time, the horned dragon is already like a real body, which is a complete manifestation of the spirit.
The horned dragon hovered in the open space, looking for something with its head down.
This open space not only does not have those huge bones like a city, but even the stones on the ground are extremely flat, which looks very strange, as if someone had already entered this area of Difen War long before them. The ancient battlefield, not only that, those who entered here also disposed of the remains on the ground that contained a trace of the spirit of wild beasts, and cleared out a circular open space.
When he saw the phantom of the horned dragon, Liao Qian could feel the people of Jiuxuanmen obviously heaving a sigh of relief.
The cold-looking senior brother Baili was dragged into this strange space together with Qiulong. Since Qiulong is here, Bailishu should be nearby.
However, to be honest, Liao Gan always felt that the elder brother of the Nine Profound Sect was a very powerful and terrifying figure.
As a disciple of Kyushu Bank, Liao Gan has nothing to boast about, except that he has more money and is more afraid of death. And people who are afraid of death always have a strong intuition for certain life-threatening existences... So when he saw Bailishu before, Liao Gan always worried that the other party would suddenly come with a sword, and then he would return to the west. up.
That kind of guy who hits the Frost and Cold Fourteen States with one sword doesn't look like he will be short-lived.
The horned dragon hovered over the open space, full of majesty.
Although Jiuxuanmen and Yushouzong are often ruthless characters who risk their lives every day on the front, they are not without brains. The horned dragon spirit is not something that I will be able to fight in a short time, and I will fight with the horned dragon in the burial place of wild beasts. Who knows how the ancestors of these horned dragons will react.
So Qin Jiu rolled his eyes and told everyone to hide, waiting to see what Qiulong was going to do, so that he could reap the benefits of being a fisherman.
Qiu Long couldn't find what he was looking for, became irritable, fell down on the ground, and flapped his wings. The dragon was originally an existence that soared through the clouds and rode the fog. When it spread its wings, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the circular open space, flying sand and rocks for a while, and the open space was pitch black.
Liao Gan didn't expect this horned dragon to be so impatient, he would blow the wind and blow the ground at the slightest disagreement. Before that, he opened his mouth and silently counted the number of dragon scales on the horned dragon's body, and how much a piece could sell for.
As it turned out, this guy really deserved to be summoned by the Beastmaster Sect. After searching for it twice, he went straight to it if he didn't have enough brains.
Liao Gan, who opened his mouth wide, ate a mouthful of sand in an instant.
"Be careful."
Jun Wanbai explained to the disciples of the Nine Profound Sect. Seeing that the horned dragon flapped its wings faster and faster, and the stones rolled up by the strong wind became bigger and bigger. Everyone who knew these strange stones did not dare to neglect when they fell from midair. , hastily set up the aura shield to protect himself.
Several core disciples of Jiuxuanmen stood in front of the crowd together with Qiu Qianhe, blocking most of the flying sand and rocks.
Qiu Qianhe had been injured before, and he had to take care of his younger brothers and sisters. It was difficult to support, and he was accidentally scratched by a stone on his forehead. Feeling the burning on his forehead, Qiu Qianhe almost wanted to scold his mother.
When he summoned the horned dragon phantom to deal with people before, he might not be so powerful, but now when he turns his head and attacks indiscriminately, he is surprisingly strong... Can the dossier given by the teacher be more detailed and reliable? Annotation for
Qiu Qianhe struggled to hold on, and the situation of the remaining disciples of the Beast Master Sect was a bit unlucky. In the blink of an eye, someone was hit by a stone. This strange pure black stone is extremely hard, and there is still some faint Restraining the true qi of the crowd, the disciples of the Beast Master Sect who were hit by the stone grinned in pain even with the body protected by true qi.
The old god, a disciple of Jiuxuanmen, laughed on the side.
One of the disciples of the Beast Sect who was hit by the stone had just been injured by Qin Jiuyi's dagger on the wrist. With a big bag on his head, he listened to the Jiuxuan Sect deliberately keeping it low to the point where a disciple of the Beast Sect had just been able to Hearing the ridicule, he turned his head angrily: "Smiling fart, the spirit card is useless if I die, what do you guys do?"
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Several core disciples looked at each other, as if they really couldn't just happily see the Beastmaster Sect's misfortune, otherwise they would suffer as well. Finally, Shen Changge shook his fan, stood in front of the disciples of the Beast Master Sect with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Hey, you all look quite embarrassed, and my Nine Profound Sect is not a narrow-minded sect. With such a request, it is difficult to make a move."
As he spoke, he waved his fan, blocking part of the crowd from the Beastmaster Sect.
However, the so-called one hundred secrets and one sparse, there are always some broken stones that can't stop it, right
Shen Changge shook his fan and thought with a smile.
Liao Gan silently shrank back again.
The cooperation between Jiuxuanmen and Yushouzong always gave him a feeling that "these guys will fight halfway and strangle each other to death". Seriously, it couldn't be, in the end, he wasn't killed by any monsters, but because of the fight between these two gangs of ruthless people, Yu **ji died, right
Touching the few remaining talismans, Liao Qian wanted to cry but had no tears.
Qiulong's method is simple and crude, but the effect is still there.
When it stopped, a layer of ground had been scratched, and everyone looked carefully, only to see a dimly glowing enchantment under the circular space.
The horned dragon growled lowly towards the barrier, as if it was angry about something.
Suddenly, He Zhou, who was watching Qiulong's actions, suddenly turned his head, his face became extremely serious, and his gaze swept to the huge skeletons around him.
"What's wrong?"
Jun Wanbai frowned, and then became vigilant, the cold light of the two swords looming.
He Zhou frowned, his eyes were sharp, he made a silent gesture, and listened carefully. Everyone shut their mouths and followed him to listen carefully to the sounds around them. Because they were afraid of the traces of spirit condensed in the bones of those wild beasts, everyone dared not use their spiritual sense to look around and could only rely on their own ears.
The sound of the wind, the low roar of the horned dragon, the sound of rolling gravel...
"There are still people!"
He Zhou's hearing ability is the best among them, he listened for a while, then lowered his voice.
The author has something to say: Today's Jiuxuanmen and Yushouzong are still disgusted with each other, and they want to kill each other.