The summer rain comes quickly and quickly, and the Wei River becomes unpredictable. The old bridge piers are washed by waves of turbulent water, full of traces of erosion of time.

In the damp and hot abandoned bridge cave, Lord Zhaonuo looked withered and lay on a broken mat. Shi Miao's eyes were red and he knelt beside her.

The shocking change of the Tailing Dharma Assembly made her a little unreliable. After the demon sacrificed herself to save everyone, she and another senior brother quietly left the scene under the leadership of Lord Zhao Nuo. After all, so many people heard the news of the subversion of Xiulou, it was hard to guarantee that they were impure and had some ideas about their old, weak, sick and disabled combination.

I originally wanted to find a hotel to rest, but unexpectedly, Master Qiyou had already made a mark on another senior brother.

The ropes on the construction site outside the building suddenly broke, and huge steel bars broke into the window, and then the natural gas pipeline broke down. The series of explosions destroyed the entire floor. Another plane fell from a height of 100,000 meters accumulated ice. The large ice cube weighing nearly 100 kilograms magically formed a perfect ice cone shape, and aimed at everyone with extraordinary accuracy.

【TheayreofCruelty】

Cruel drama, the usual trick of the Qiyou Lord, the audience is no longer external, indifferent viewer, the stage is integrated with the audience, and uses cruel reality to express "the desire for life, the severity of the universe and the invariable necessity".

It was a plot arranged by the master of the drama in the quasi-Mahayana realm. The accidents that could not kill the practitioners became terrifying by all kinds of coincidences.

The unlucky senior brother was directly penetrated by the ice cone. The collision and explosion of steel bars were cleverly separated and perfectly destroyed his magic barrier. Shi Miao was protected by the Lord Zhaonuo and then barely escaped here, under an old bridge by the Weishui River.

After carefully checking his body and confirming that there was no mark on his body, Shi Miao had time to look at Zhao Nuo Lord. The latter was injured and his condition became worse.

"I'm afraid I can't do it anymore." Lord Zhao Nuo smiled reluctantly, as if he didn't care that he was about to die.

"Auntie, don't talk nonsense. You are a high-level cultivator at the Nascent Soul realm. You will be cured in two days!" Shi Miao's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. She took out a large amount of advanced medicine from her small bag, all of which were prepared for her by Xishengzhu before it came out.

"No need to waste your time. The poison on the dagger was specially prepared for me." Lord Zhao Nuo stretched out his hand. His originally smooth and fair arm was now having several blue veins spreading slowly along the blood vessels.

"There is no one that the Lord Qiyou wants to kill can escape. My inner world is almost over, and my heart's life is dead and injured. I am afraid... I can't protect you anymore." The practitioner has fallen to this point and is really at the end of his life.

At this moment, Shi Miao finally couldn't help crying.

"No! No! Let's go to Longmen. The Hongyuan Master of Longmen is the supreme Mahayana. There will definitely be a way to save you!" Shi Miao stood up, took out a roll of red silk from his bag, and was about to take action.

"Ahem."

Zhao Nuo Lord coughed twice, and blue veins appeared on his neck.

"If Xiulou is still there, Longmen may help us, but now the situation in Suzhou and Hangzhou is unclear, and when we go, we will only become a product waiting to be sold."

The Qiyou Lord is about to enter the Mahayana existence. He comes to ask for people, and even the dragon gate should consider the pros and cons. For the disappearing transformation, offending the rising new top is worth it.

Shi Miao felt a moment of despair: "Then where else can we go?"

"It's not us, it's you." Lord Zhaonuo tried hard to hand the Nishang feathered robe to Shi Miao, with a small statue wrapped there.

Yuyi was stabbed when she was attacked, but Yang Guifei's thousand-year-old velvet was magical and had almost repaired herself at this moment. Shi Miao opened Yuyi and saw that it was a dancing flying sculpture with vivid and sophisticated movements. It seemed that after watching for a while, the villain could really move.

"When you go to Dunhuang, there is a secret room left by your aunt when she was learning dancing in her early years. With this sculpture, you can find the secret door. The supplies there are enough for you to survive." Zhao Nuo Lord sighed: "It's a pity that you haven't learned anything yet. The dance art that has been passed down for a hundred years in Xiulou may be lost in my generation."

Shi Miao bit his lip and unbuttoned the "Chapter of Blind Moon" on his body, showing his cultivation of the first opening of his heart.

Lord Zhaonuo's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "You are enlightened? When did your father hide it for you?"

She smiled with relief: "Ahem, that's right, in the situation like Xiulou... your speed is comparable to that of the genius in Longmen." She didn't know that Chen Yanren had broken the mirror, otherwise she might be scared to death.

"This may be God's will." Lord Zhao Nuo suddenly improved a lot, but the blue veins had already covered half of his face.

She grabbed Shi Miao and the invisible power flowed.

"Auntie! What are you doing? Don't use magic power absurdly!" Shi Miao shouted anxiously.

"Auntie can't live, but I haven't seen the pinnacle of dance art before." Lord Zhao Nuo was unmoved and held Shi Miao firmly.

A large number of pictures came in my mind, and Shi Miao covered his head uncomfortable.

"I originally thought that you had not learned anything, and you wouldn't be able to inherit what your aunt learned in her life. Now, with the initial cultivation of the mind, my aunt can bury everything in your heart and allow you to learn slowly..."

As the transmission accelerated, the Lord Zhaonuo became more and more energetic, and obviously he was in a flash of rebirth.

"When your cultivation reaches the state of mind, you will go to the Jingchu Daze. Your father has grown up there since he was a child, and he has learned everything he has, but be careful. The master of Qiyou is meticulous and will definitely send someone to guard him. Never be reckless."

Lord Zhaonuo looked at Shi Miao, as if he was looking at a treasure: "If you can fully inherit the skills of me and your father, with your talent, you can climb to the peak of the way of dance and music!"

"But remember that other forces are not trustworthy. If you want to ask for help, Longmen... Only the Feixiang lineage can try it..."

"Why?" Shi Miao asked while shedding tears.

"Daomen moved north, do you think there is no credit for Xiulou?" Lord Zhaonuo smiled bitterly, the transmission gradually completed, and her breath gradually weakened.

"Go, hide yourself in Dunhuang, take me and your father's regrets to the top of the art..."

Lord Zhaonuo gently stroked Shi Miao's face, his eyes blurred: "It's really like... I've been waiting for your father for the rest of my life... I can protect her daughter... It's worth it..."

Thunder, the master of Zhaonuo, the pinnacle of a generation of dance art, died under the ruined old bridge of the Wei River.
Chapter completed!