White clothes shine at night and come out of Taixuan

In June of the 13th year of Da Futian Cauldron.

This midsummer is particularly hot, as if it were enveloped by a huge furnace, making it suffocating.

A crimson light appeared in the sky west of Taixuanjing for dozens of days.

That was not a glow, but something even more terrifying.

When the red light became thicker and thicker, seeming to cover the world, many people in Taixuan Jing only regarded these lights as a wonderful landscape. There would also be poets and poets writing poems and lyrics for it. The women in the pavilion often supported it.

Railings, looking at the crimson sky, expressing the sadness in my heart.

Until June 22nd, clouds rolled in the sky, and the red light in the distance was almost like blood, turning the water in the Zhutai River into a red.

The faces of many powerful men in Taixuanjing were filled with cold looks, but there was a hint of helplessness in their eyes.

This red color comes from the Central River Road disaster.

The Hezhong Road disaster is an inevitable disaster that must be endured by the nature of heaven and earth. Even though there are countless powerful people in Taixuan Capital, and even though the imperial court has issued more than a hundred disaster relief decrees, it cannot stop the spread of the disaster.

There are hundreds of millions of people in the Hezhong Road, but not one out of ten has not been affected by the disaster.

Emperor Chongtian is still sitting in the Taixian Hall.

He held the pen in his hand, but did not put it on the paper for a long time. Instead, he just raised his head, and his deep gaze seemed to have traveled countless distances and landed in the flashing clouds.

June 22nd!

With the third eye of a different person, he saw three stars appearing in the sky, and the heaven where the three stars were shrouded opened. Two immortals walked out of the heaven and fell into the mortal world.

"The Immortal has fallen."

Emperor Chongtian had a smile on his lips and light flashed in his eyes.

"The immortal bones in the deer pool cast the chessboard, creating this great trend. It is a good time for thousands of chess pieces to board the chessboard!"

His thoughts flashed and his eyes fell on Qingyun Street.

In Jiang Baishi's mansion, the chief minister of Dafu is sitting in the east hall. It has only been two months since he played against Immortal Tianque, but this old man looks even older.

The wrinkles on his face are getting deeper and deeper, the fatigue from playing chess has not dissipated, and a deep sense of death is spreading around his body.

Jiang Baishi will also die soon...

Even though Jiang Baishi is the chief assistant of Dafu, he is one of the most powerful people in this vast world.

But time still pierced the golden clothes on his body, and was still slowly devouring his power. No one can escape the sickle of time.

The sickle falls and Jiang Baishi is about to be harvested.

He was getting thinner and haggard little by little, and then in this prosperous midsummer, he grew older with each season.

When Emperor Chongtian saw Jiang Baishi's appearance, the pen that had been hanging in the air finally landed on the paper.

The ink is slowly fading.

Jiang Baishi had obviously never practiced cultivation, but he seemed to sense the look in Emperor Chongtian's eyes.

He still closed his eyes and spoke with difficulty: "What I miss the most is the days when I returned to my hometown after failing the exam.

I still remember that there were fields, smoke, and distant mountains.

The White Ox and I slept soundly all summer. Now, I have never returned to my homeland, but it seems that I will sleep forever in another summer."

Emperor Chongtian's writing stopped and his shoulders hunched slightly. There was no sadness on his face, but he slowly closed his eyes.

"First Assistant, please hold on for a while longer." Emperor Chongtian's tone was rare and gentle, as if he was talking to himself: "If you hold on for a while longer, you will see that the Heaven's Gate will open. You can also..."

Emperor Chongtian's words were not finished yet.

Jiang Baishi seemed to be too tired and breathed a long sigh of relief. There was still a little guilt in his expression.

"I don't know how many people in the world have to die for this chess game. Sometimes in the dead of night, I always feel that I have become a sinner in the world." Jiang Baishi whispered.

Emperor Chongtian's expression changed and became much more majestic.

"We will wait and plan for eternity."

Just five words fell from his mouth, and Emperor Chongtian also put down the pen and ink in his hand.

He lowered his head and saw four big characters written on the gold leaf paper.

"Ask me!"

The four characters appeared, the gold leaf paper suddenly burned, and a piece of fire fell from the distant sky and earth and disappeared...

Emperor Chongtian looked up and still saw the red clouds on the horizon in the distance.

He knew that there was a strange power of blood sacrifice in this thick red light, and the price was an entire river road.

——

River Road.

The young king of Pingping Township holding a big flag, the white robe fluttering, the great sage of Zhuxing Mountain walking against the flow of people, the Taoist priest raising deer... all seemed to be aware of it.

When they looked up, they saw a fairyland looming in the sky.

It's just that the fairyland seems to have died, and it is also accompanied by a thick aura of death, but there is a treasure light emerging from it.

In the precious light, a heavenly vein runs across it, and a fairy grass floats in the air. A long spear can also be seen piercing deeply into the fairyland, but the glow on the gun barrel is extremely dazzling.

On this day...

Lutan, which had disappeared for a long time, appeared in the middle of the river, and then disappeared. The strong men in the world rushed to the middle of the river one after another!

When the Seventh Prince saw the Su Mansion, even in summer, the second head of the Sophora Gang, who was exuding chilly air, was still wearing a mink fur cloak.

He was sitting in the small pavilion of Jiansu Mansion, with Chu Yeshan in front of his body.

Chu Yeshan would occasionally look at him curiously. This rugged doctor from the Imperial Academy, the son of the Chu family, had already heard the name of the second leader of the Huai Gang.

The two of them did not talk, but were waiting for something.

About a quarter of an hour later, Li Wuhuang, wearing a phoenix crown on his head and a brocade dress on his body, his demeanor becoming more mature and graceful, slowly walked into the small pavilion, followed by two maids carrying lanterns and two maids holding umbrellas.

"His Royal Highness is feeling unwell, so he will not come to see you two."

Li Wuhuang raised his hand and motioned for the two of them to excuse themselves: "The Lutan is located on the middle road of the river, which is an excellent opportunity for Su Mansion. If you can get the opportunity of Lutan, your Highness can catch up with the legend of the Great Buddha in the Great Leiyin Temple."

The blessings of the Pharaoh.

The Huai Gang has been operating on Hezhong Road for many years, and it is always easier to find Lutan than others."

"This matter requires the second master and Young Master Yeshan to put more effort into it. Once traces of Lu Tan appear, I can see that strong men from Su Mansion will also come."

Chu Yeshan solemnly saluted Li Wuhuang. The mink fur cloak on the second master was very shiny. Unlike his tall body, the second master's fingers were very slender. A silver needle shuttled between his fingers. The hard silver needle was like

Like running water, it looks quite strange.

"Lutan is indeed a great opportunity. Thousands of powerful people have gathered in the Hezhong Road. The Holy Lord has also issued an order. The opportunity in Lutan can be competed by everyone in the world, except for people from the Northern Qin Dynasty.

There is also a sea monster country in the darkness, and the strong men of Baigui Mountain are not easy to win if they want to win."

The second leader of the Huai Gang whispered softly, and a ray of light flashed in Xuanqi's eyes: "And not everyone in the world can enter the Lutan. Every time the Lutan appears, those who can enter it are not those with advanced cultivation, but those who can get the deer."

A character that Tan identifies with.

The Holy Lord, Jian Jia Shang Min, and the sword cultivator surnamed Lin from Sunan Road have all had the opportunity of Lutan, which is actually a good thing for Jiansu Mansion."

"There is a rumor in Taixuan Capital that among the geniuses, apart from Lu Jing, the others are far away from His Highness. After finding traces of Lutan, His Highness should also come to Hezhong Road in person."

When Li Wuhuang heard the second leader of the Huai Gang mention Lu Jing's name, his expression remained unchanged, but something strange flashed in his eyes.

Chu Yeshan, the young prince of the Chu family, may seem rough, but in fact he has a delicate mind. With a casual glance, he could see where the strangeness in the eyes of the prince and concubine in front of him came from.

He gently straightened his robe and said with a smile: "I also have a few friends in the library. I heard... Mr. Lu Jing, who is an expert in calligraphy and painting, is said to be interested in going to Hezhong Road to look for Lutan.

Opportunity.”

"Is he looking for death?" Li Wuhuang snorted coldly: "He does have some talent, but whether a talented person can grow up depends on his own knowledge.

With his talent, as long as he hides under the wings of Mr. Guanqi and practices step by step, he will at least be a great master of the soul that reflects the nine stars.

But if he relies on his talent and wants to break into this chaotic world, there will inevitably be more swords around his neck."

Chu Yeshan smiled boldly and said: "The thoughts of the proud people are naturally difficult for us mortals to understand.

In our hearts, the Grand Master of the Soul at the top of Zhaoxing is naturally an extremely powerful being, but perhaps in the minds of geniuses like Lu Jing, the Grand Master of the Soul is not at the top.

Since he is a genius, he is naturally quite confident and wants to seize this rare opportunity. In the future, he can go one step further and become one of those pure yang celestial beings who can overcome thunder tribulations."

When the second leader of the Huai Gang heard Chu Yeshan's words, the silver needle in his hand shone with a gleam of light, and he shook his head slowly: "Not to mention the past and present, even in the world of Dafu Dingding, countless people have emerged in more than two hundred years.

The geniuses, and where are those geniuses now?"

"In our eyes, Lu Jing is indeed a peerless genius, but above the genius there is a true heavenly being, a true human immortal!

Maybe they look at Lu Jing just like they look at us. If they don't climb to the pure sun and heaven, it means nothing.

In this case, if he dares to enter the middle road of the river, I will naturally send him to death."

"When the locust leaves burn, when the locust branches merge with the surging blood in the middle of the river, it's just time to kill the geniuses to add to the fun."
To be continued...