Nightfall

At the level of observing the subject, although you ca n’t pinch your fingers to know the future, you can know the good and bad by slightly moving your mind. A sneak attack in the ordinary sense is meaningless unless Ning Que holds an iron bow in her hand. (You can go to the leaf when you read the novel

Yulian did not hide any traces, so she came out of the snow.

"In this city, there is no way to communicate with Haotian."

She looked at the audience and said, then stretched her hands into the air-in twenty-three years the cicada had grown into a pair of small hands that were young and beautiful, like two larger snowflakes in the snow.

With this movement, the sky of snowflakes suddenly calmed down, but continued to fall, but no longer fluttering lightly, and each snowflake began to tremble violently and dance with the wind.

Pieces of snowflakes vibrate at high speed, making a deep and dense sound, like countless cicadas flapping their wings at the same time. There was a yellow leaf on the eaves beside the street, which was rolled into the snow by the wind and was torn to pieces in an instant.

"I didn't expect you to have passed through the Devil Realm and become the first person in Mozong's century to break through the five realms. You must know that Liansheng can't break the heart robber, and you dare not take that step to death."

"Lin Wu, you really are extraordinary."

The Lord looked up at the sky, looked at the hundreds of millions of snowflakes that had fallen from the sky, and thought of the man, with a look of admiration on his face—anyone who can take the twenty-three years of cicadas as a disciple is worthy of admiration.

"Fortunately, it took me a whole life to make this city finally have a gap."

He said with emotion, then stretched out his palms in the air.

His palm to the sky, as if to bear the falling snowflakes.

However, it was not snowflakes that fell, but a massive force.

Thick snow clouds cover Chang'an City.

That majestic power comes from the sky dome, from the sun behind the clouds.

The power of non-human beings came to the earth, and the shock array reacted in the shortest time. Dozens of extremely powerful and vigorous breaths were born from the streets of Chang'an City and poured into the snow clouds.

However, the shock was damaged, and the breath of heaven on Suzaku Street froze slowly.

That majestic force fell on Chang'an City.

The thick snow cloud in the sky was instantly torn open a straight crack.

Below the crack of the snow cloud is the straight long street.

At this time, standing on Suzaku Street and looking to the sky, you can see a magical picture. There is a crack in the middle of the snow cloud covering the sky, and the sky is blue.

The beautiful sunlight sheds from the blue sky, shining on the long street, the buildings on the street and the snowflakes shine very clearly, and even smeared with a layer of holy golden light.

All the snowflakes in the sky turned golden and then melted at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The sunlight and the majestic power seeping between the clouds will fall on the viewer.

This is the power above the five realms.

This is the real Taoist magic: apocalypse. []

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Yulian stood in the snow and the black ponytail swayed gently.

She felt the snowflakes slightly cold.

She has also surpassed the threshold of the five realms. She has seen Xiong Chumo's use of apocalypse.

But she didn't think that someone in this world would be able to understate the means of more than five realms, as if it was a piece of snowflakes.

She looked at the Taoist first person across the snow street, and suddenly looked down.

She looked at the snow in front of the shoes and began to write with her own eyes.

She is very focused.

Confucius asked her to write for many years and wrote her own world.

The first stroke of Xuede appeared. Her own world appeared on Xuejie.

The sky is full of snowflakes, and the edges rub against the air at high speed.

The sound of cicadas grows louder.

Hundreds of millions of snowflakes turned into transparent wings and swiftly covered the sky above Suzaku Avenue.

The clear light that sprinkled from the cracks in the clouds fell on these wing-like snowflakes and began to refract around. The sky in Changan City seemed to have countless gold leaves.

A very light but very strong breath, with the snowflakes flying, enveloped the entire snow street in Haotian's world, and seized a brand-new world.

No snowflake fell, no ray of sunlight fell.

Snowflakes no longer melt.

Snow Street returned cold and quiet.

Qingying enveloped the body of the viewer.

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The Lord watched the little girl in the snow quietly.

Until this time, he did not know that her real state had reached this level.

He raised his right hand and pointed at the other side of Xuejie, her fingers gradually bent.

However, his index finger hadn't had time to point out a sudden violent roar in the wind and snow.

That's the sound of a circular object rubbing against the air at high speed.

There was an object roaring from the north of Chang'an City, rotating at high speed, breaking the wind and snow, unstoppable.

Wanyan Pagoda is in the north of the city, and a string of beads came from the sky.

Buddha beads of Master Huang Yang.

The bead rotates at high speed in the wind and snow, and there is faint blood on it, which should be the master's effort.

Many years ago, Huang Yang was enlightened in the depths of Xihuang. The cause was the blood of his companions, the hot blood.

So the string of beads stained with his heart is also very hot. []

It's hot enough to burn.

A very compassionate but violent fire, with the rotation of the bead, spitting into the surrounding snow and snow, all the things it touched were burned.

Snowflakes touched the beads and did not melt into water, but directly turned into nothingness.

Master Huang Yang is a great sect of Buddhism, and there are a number of strong men in the world. Moreover, this string of beads is stained with his blood and burned with fire, which is a great threat to the most vulnerable Dao Xin Dao Xin.

A line of fire appeared over Suzaku Boulevard, and the wind and snow were terrified.

The whistle broke through, and then came to a halt.

The burning bead was placed on the watcher's wrist.

Yu Lian raised her head, and the naive eyes had snowflakes deep in her eyes, and her uniform was fluttering.

There was a tremor in the breath of heaven on the snowy street, and someone was about to appear.

At this time, the subject was cut off from Haotian by Cicada Wings World, and was trapped by the burning bead of Master Huangyang. There was no way to leave this snow street, even if he had no distance in his eyes.

This is the academy's arrangement.

The next moment is the real attack.

However, the look of the Lord is still quiet.

He looked at the string of beads on his wrist.

The buddha beads were burning, but even his blue coat was not lit.

His eyes fell, his thoughts moved.

Before countless robberies, the cold chill from the ancient times fell on the burning beads with his eyes.

The flame on the bead suddenly extinguished, as if turned into a dead wooden ball.

This is dead.

Above the five realms.

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Between Xu Yu and Xue Jie, two realms above the five realms appeared.

Both come from the subjective.

But he was still on the snowy street, in the sky and snow, in the world of Yulian, unable to leave.

Hundreds of feet of snow caught on, a pair of footprints appeared.

The snowflake fell on the jacket and then disappeared.

It was the padded jacket that disappeared in the wind and snow.

The master took action.

The eyebrows of the Lord are slightly raised, and the right hand is like a pine in the wind, holding the string of beads between his wrists, and disappeared in the original.

Half of Snow Street is a small world.

The padded jacket and the blue coat are hidden in the wind and snow, and appear everywhere. Souer is on the edge of the snow well on North Street, and when it is reproduced, it is next to the store in the south.

Watching the master and the elder brother, they chased on this half of the snowy street.

Chasing without distance.

In such a small range, it is only a moment's time to move at a speed faster than thinking, but the dangerous during it is even more terrifying than the two people chasing between the mountains and rivers on the previous six days!

The wind and snow rose again, and the dark black ponytail hanging from the waist again swinged.

Her expression was calm and focused, and the clear eyes deepened in the snow.

Heavenly Demon Realm was urged to the extreme by her.

Countless snowflakes flew over Suzaku Boulevard. Each snowflake was a cicada. The sky was full of snowflakes, and countless horrific murderous intentions spread across the snow street.

This half of Snow Street is her world.

No matter how fast you look at your body, you can't exceed the rules of the world itself.

A snowflake slowly fell in front of the deputy government office of the Ministry of Water Resources.

There was nothing there.

But when the snowflake fell, there was a tearing sound.

The subject was forced out of the sky by the snow and wind.

There was a sharp rift on the front of his blue pavement.

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The top of Wanyan Pagoda.

Master Yangyang sat cross-legged, chanting verses, and blood dripping like tears in front of him.

Under the stone pagoda, dozens of monks in the temple were sitting on their knees in the snow, also chanting scriptures.

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The bead on his right wrist no longer burns.

But it did not fall.

The bead became very red, very beautiful like a pomegranate.

There is a sound coming from the wind and snow.

Buddha beads are shrinking.

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Yaqian stone steps were covered with snow.

The elder brother appeared under the snow steps and hit the head of the viewer with a stick.

Watching the Lord's expression slightly sullen, choked with a sword.

Brother's feet got stuck in the snow.

A line of blood oozed from the corners of the lips.

But he did not retreat, swinging his stick and hitting again.

Watch the Lord lift the sword and cut again.

The seemingly simple movement is actually very simple.

At this time, the sword and the stick are all waving in the distanceless state, which has exceeded the concept of speed, but in a very short time, the sword and the stick do not know how many times they have met.

The master's cotton-padded jacket was all covered with blood, and there were countless shallow marks on the stick.

The look of the Lord is more and more dignified.

Over the snow street, Yu Lian suddenly took a step forward.

The sky was full of snowflakes and fell towards the body of the Lord.

Watching the Lord waving his sleeves, cicadas were dumb, the wind and snow burst into chaos.

No piece of snow could fall on him.

Watching the Lord Hengjian retreat, and then raised his palm to the sky.

Countless majestic forces fell from the sky and fell from cracks in the clouds, just like thunder and lightning, falling in the sky of snowflakes and falling on the transparent world barrier.

The snowy street vibrated and the snow on the eaves fell like a waterfall.

Yu Lian snorted and stopped.

Watching the subject throw at will, throwing Dao Jian into the snow.

Then at the next moment, he appeared in front of the master and stopped the stick.

He used only one thumb.

The wooden stick shook uncomfortably, and the atmosphere was chaotic.

The older brother returned to Xuejie, coughing his chest and coughing in pain.

The Lord looks back at his right wrist.

The string of rosy beads, still shrinking, is about to fall into the flesh and blood.

He frowned slightly, seemingly unhappy.

The wind and snow suddenly calmed down.

The body of the Lord seems to be instantly numerous times.

In fact, he just stood silent in the wind and snow.

However, there is a vast sea like a boundless breath that instantly fills the entire space.

The bead suddenly broke.

Dozens of buddha beads go away.

Several round holes appeared on the door of Shimizu Siya gate.

Not far away, a wall collapsed, and the smoke rose slightly.

The beads were very hot, and although they did not burn, they touched things like wood, and a fire started.

The wind and snow are still ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the fire is gradually extinguishing.

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The top of Wanyan Pagoda.

Master Huang Yang touched his chest in pain, and there was blood in his palms.

He looked at the snowy street in the south, and his voice trembled: "It is infinite!"

Buddhism is awesome: immeasurable.

Also above the five realms.

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(Closed tomorrow Saturday, I took this opportunity to go to the hospital for a check. It should be reviewed in the last three months of last year. The result is that I have forgotten it and I have n’t finished a course of treatment. This is really irresponsible. I wish you all a happy weekend. I wish you all good health and responsibility for yourself.)