Nightfall

On the shore of Hulan Sea, the snow is covered with yellow grass, the lake is gradually freezing, and the grassland men are seizing the last time to fish.

The middle-aged man with a felt hat looked at the picture on the lake, silently, with a straight-lined cheek on his cheek, and gradually a green beard was born, and he became more and more powerful. A subordinate looked respectfully behind him.

This Central Plains caravan has been here for a long time, and the headmen of the tribe do n’t know what they are waiting for here. If they are waiting for the late summer leather goods, it is too early, but looking at this The caravan gave enough money and goods, and no one ignored them.

The subordinates looked at the ice and crushed snow on the lake and hesitantly said, "Will the Book of Heaven really appear here?"

The middle-aged man said after a moment of silence: "The oracle of the gods returned from the south, and he released the news that the heavenly book was in the wilderness. It must have been confirmed from the viewer. He heard that Li Qingshan had also counted with Huang Yang on the Wanyan Tower. After that, the Book of Heaven will appear on the banks of the Hulan Sea, there should be nothing wrong with it. "

The subordinate frowned and said after a moment: "Adult, the subordinate should not have questioned, but always felt that if he put all his hopes on the decree issued by the oracle of God, it would be a bit risky."

After a short pause, he whispered, "Tuyang City can't keep the news all the time. If you let the court know that you are away from the General Mansion ... and it was confirmed a few days ago that Lin Ling was indeed dead."

The middle-aged man looked at the strategist who had been loyal to himself in the past two decades, thinking about the subordinate who had also been loyal but had died. He gently stroked the sideburns and said slowly: "Those things will be dealt with later, and the situation is complicated now. Only by taking the extravagant plan of the heavenly book can we break the situation further, compared with other things, it is all business. "

He looked at the reckless mountains to the north of the opposite side of the Great Lake, and said without expression: "I believe the words of the Oracle, because few people in this world except me know that the passage to leave the mountain gate is in the Hulan Sea."

The strategist frowned and asked: "Why not go to the mountain gate to find the heavenly book? Even if there are many forces concerned, but those who have the ability to enter the mountain gate want very little, waiting for the opportunity is always more sure than waiting passively."

The middle-aged man looked silently somewhere in the far north without answering this question.

Mr. Ke did not take away the Heavenly Scripture, and the Heavenly Scripture should still be in the Holy Land.

He was reluctant to return to the mountain gate, but was silently waiting for the opportunity to **** by the lake. In addition to strategic considerations, it was more because of the fear in his heart-he was not old at that time, but he was able to remember those clearly. The **** picture, and the ruthless teacher who has been transformed into thousands.

The strategist looked at the thoughtful expression of the middle-aged man, thinking in silence, wondering what he would do after the master grabbed the Heavenly Book, whether it was dedicated to His Majesty or to the Temple or to himself?

Can a book of heaven really change everything? In the past two decades, the planners have followed their adults to sway for survival among the parties, seemingly weaving a very dense net, but this net finally bound itself, and gradually made himself difficult to breathe, thinking At this point, he couldn't help but sighed sadly in his heart.

The middle-aged man calmly looked at the distance across the lake, and remembered his teacher who had passed away again.

In the past few years, in order to protect himself, he has kept his sister hidden in the Chang'an Palace in order to save himself, struggling to survive between the Empire and the Xiling Temple.

But his teacher was traveling among the forces of the world, but he seemed to swim in the lake, and he even radiated satisfaction and happiness. How did this happen?

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Rough fingers gently stroked the stone platform, the animal skin trembling gently in the wind, standing in front of the vast abyss, looking at the huge stone beams that intersect in front of him, Tang recalled the appearance of the Holy Land in the teacher's narrative. The film corresponds to the desolate world that has become more magnificent, and has remained silent for a long time.

He walked slowly to the cliff, looking at the dark endless abyss, silently thinking that Haotian Daomen can lead the Central Plains for thousands of years. Naturally, it has its truth and should not be underestimated, especially the observant Taoist must have reached the sky. Yes, the other party attaches great importance to this matter. Presumably, the Tianshu really stays in the mountain gate, but why hasn't it been found?

He looked at the temple full of bones not far from his feet, and suddenly said, "According to the teacher, Mr. Ke single-handedly broke into the holy land, and did not kill everyone in the mountain gate. There were two in advance. The disciples of the genre evacuated to the south ahead of time. Before the teacher floated away, they confirmed that many disciples had also been withdrawn. Except for those who died in battle, many of these bones were suicide and martyrdom, and the mountain gate was sealed. "

Tang Xiaotang opened his bright eyes and looked at the palace under Shiliang. He had passed by before but found nothing. He asked curiously, "Where did those guys go?"

A gust of wind passed over the stone beams and scraped up extremely broken gravel and clothes. Tang felt the atmosphere of the world in the mountain gate in the wind. After a moment of silence, he calmly said, "I can't feel it, I should have gone."

After saying this, the two brothers and sisters walked deep into the mountain gate. Tang ’s eyebrows like iron trees slowly curled up. He did n’t read many of those things, and this time there were many things that he could n’t find See through, for example, at this time it is clearly confirmed that those people have left the mountain gate, why is he still a little uneasy in his heart?

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Decades ago, Ke Haoran's hand-built fan cage directly turned this room into a world that was isolated from the world. As long as you don't step into it, you can discover the existence of this world, but if you really walk into this world, Nor can he go out, because this world is the **** he personally gave to Lian Sheng.

"Qua ... woo ... you actually learned the Haoran sword!"

On the white bone mountain in the middle of the room, Master Liansheng looked at Ning Que, grinning his toothless mouth like a child, and then crying like a child with a lip corner, and the laughter and crying were mixed in a particularly hoarse place. Bad smell.

Ning Que held Park knife and looked at him and replied: "Yes."

The old monk's eyes were cold, and he stared at his face faintly and asked, "This can't happen!"

Ning Que said: "That's what happened."

The old monk's next sentence came very quickly, Thunder generally shouted: "Aren't you enchanted!"

There was still no emotion on Ning Que's face, and he calmly replied: "Yes."

The old monk asked awe-inspiringly, "Aren't you afraid?"

Ning Queying said: "Before death, I don't fear anything else."

The old monk taunted: "But you are still in a demon."

Ning Que frowned and said, "So?"

The old monk shrieked loudly: "Everyone who gets into the devil must die!"

Ning Que said, "But you are still alive."

The old monk slowly shook his head and said slightly: "These are two completely different options. In fact, my Mingzong is just a stone with long moss hidden in the dark night to avoid the glory of Haotian Shen. Hao Tian is particularly afraid of Hao Tian ’s existence, so Hao Tian can allow our existence even as a contrast of light. When you pick up the sword left by that person, you will lose all your awe because of it. Haotian ’s fear, this is the real magic path, Haotian will not allow people like you to exist. "

Ning Que was silent for a moment, then replied: "As long as you live, it's better than death."

The old monk was stunned, and then laughed wildly. The tears dripped slowly from the corners of the old and withered eyes. He trembles with his thin fingers and pointed at Ning Que's face. Ke Maniac is enchanted and dies, and you have to take his old path. I really do n’t know if the academy was cursed by God. You will be destroyed one by one by Haotian. This is probably your destiny. "

He stared at Ning Que's eyes and gasped and said, "You must be strong enough to walk firmly on this path, and the faster you are strong, the faster you die, and you don't expect to be able to escape this fate. "

The old monk Youyou asked: "Who can the sky ever spare?"

Ning Que was silent, his hands slowly clenched the knife handle, and he seemed to be ready to cut a knife to the destiny of Mingming.

Then his answer sounded in the dim and silent room.

"If people want to win the sky, why should the sky come to spare?"

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This plain and proud answer moved Master Liansheng slightly. He looked at Ning Que quietly, and suddenly said: "A foot in front of the practitioner must be his own world."

Ning Que heard of this statement, but did not know why the old monk had to say this at this time.

The old monk looked at him slowly and said: "You have realized the Haoran sword, and the madman's sword intention hidden in the mottled sword marks enters your body, then this sky-shaking fan cage will naturally no longer exist."

Ning Que looked at him and said, "I know, I can even feel that the vitality is already penetrating into the room, but I also need time to adapt to this new breath in my body."

The old monk sighed: "It turns out that at this time, you and I are still consuming time."

Ning Que calmly said: "Time is fair to everyone."

The old monk smiled and said, "My time is up."

Ning Que said: "My time is just right."

As the voice fell, the old monk slowly raised his thin arms, the broken monk's clothes, and slowly swayed in the wind floating somewhere. With this simple action, countless days of breath penetrated into the cracks of the blue stone wall The room, then, like a gust of wind, rippling around his body.

Ke Haoran's Haoran sword intentions that were left in the sword marks at that time, most of them were absorbed by Ning Que and used to transform the body and open the snowy mountains and seas. The sword marks who lost their sword intentions have no form and no gods, natural It was no longer possible to support this fan cage. At this time, although there were still remnant swords between the stone walls, it was no longer possible to stop the old monk from getting in touch with heaven and earth.

At this time, the large barriers outside the gate of Mozong Mountain sensed the sudden fluctuation of the world's vitality. The moss sword marks on the rugged stones suddenly showed a dazzling light. Infused into the mountain gate, driving the stagnation of the stone and even the starlight flow!

The fresh breath of heaven and earth finally passed through the broken fan cage and reached the secluded hall that has not been reached for decades, and then poured into the thin body of the old monk like a flood.

The old monk's deep-seated eyes suddenly turned into a masterpiece, and instantly turned into a crystal. The thin cheeks became fuller magically at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the two arms stretched in the wind became smooth and firm. !

As stated earlier, his time is up.

Ning Que's time has come.

He was fully aware of the noble sword energy imparted to him by Master Uncle, and he was able to master the transformed body. The vitality is in the body, this is the most obvious and the most uncommon feature of the Mozong practice!

After the fresh and endless breath of heaven and earth entered the body, it was branded through the mind, and then passed through the channel between the snowy mountains and the sea. , Bones, fingertips and even hair began to tremble at a high frequency, as if happily excited because of their strength!

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The soles of the feet fell, and there was a snapping sound, which crushed a bone in front of him.

When he fell for the second time, his feet had crushed a lot of bones.

Ning Que fled to the bone mountain and came to the old monk.

He held the knife in both hands and stabbed hard at the old monk's chest.

The blade trembles at high speed due to the powerful power from the handle. The splits sway the surrounding air and the white turbulence. The cold blade is a masterpiece, but it is even more terrifying than its own speed.

This was the fastest raid in his life, like electricity.

This is the strongest shot of his life, such as thunder.

With a mighty thunderbolt, he couldn't even blink, or even had time to think, so he violently reached the old monk's chest, and the sharp tip of the knife stabbed in, so that the old monk could react.

Master Liansheng is constantly absorbing the breath of heaven and earth. His cheeks are full, his arms are restored, and his body is full of vitality like a new lotus. However, he did not expect that the first knife of Ning Que would come so vast. Yu!

At this time, he has reverted to about 10% of the real power in the heyday. He used to be the incarnation of Liansheng thirty-two who looked down on the life. Even if only 10% of his strength was restored, it was not such a kill.

The skinny ghost hand has become full, and the skin is white and tender, like two pure white lotus flowers.

The white lotus blooms, and the petals bloom, and the blade will stop between the petals.

At this time, the atmosphere of the world that broke through the cage was still pouring into the body of the old monk, and he was still strong.

Ning Que groaned ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and slapped his left hand heavily on the end of the handle.

His left hand was like a heavy hammer at this time.

Pu Dao made another point toward the old monk's chest, and blood began to ooze at the tip of the blade.

The old monk gave Ning Que a cold look.

A powerful and terrifying spiritual force pierced his knowledge of the sea.

With a puff, Ning Que spurted blood.

Blood dripped onto the handle of the knife.

The left hand fell on the handle again.

He endured severe pain, and his left hand was turned into a hammer again, hitting hard at the end of the handle.

The blade edged deeper into the old monk's chest!

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