Facing the most powerful existence in this world and the most miserable ending, Chen Changsheng was afraid, nervous, uneasy... but still did not despair.

He passed by despair when he was ten years old, got used to it, and knew it was useless.

He looked at the middle-aged scholar by the stream in the distance, holding a button in his sleeve with his right hand.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes suddenly became sharper, and the cold light was like a sword, and the terrifying aura dissipated around the mountains.

With a loud bang, the stones in the air were slightly shaken.

The wind and snow suddenly became colder on the mountain road. With several crisp sounds, many of the cultivators' weapons fell to the ground!

Chen Changsheng found that his right hand was a little out of control, as if it was really frozen, and he couldn't even pinch the button in his palm!

With the continuous formation drive in Hanshan, hundreds of sky stones fell down again.

The middle-aged scholar raised his right hand and bounced his fingers towards the distant mountain road.

An invisible and traceless aura passed through the surroundings of the sky stones and came to the mountain road.

Chen Changsheng's right hand was locked by the middle-aged scholar's qi, but his left hand could still move.

Only a very subtle sound of metal friction sounded, and the metal ball that flew out of the scabbard stretched out at an unimaginable speed.

Chen Changsheng had an old umbrella in his left hand.

Yellow paper umbrella.

A roar echoed across the mountain road, and the stream tumbling up and splashed into thousands of snow.

The breath hit the umbrella surface of the yellow paper umbrella.

The unimaginable violent force spread to Chen Changsheng along the bones of the yellow paper umbrella.

Chen Changsheng was like a small stone hit by an iron hammer, whistling through the wind and sweeping away, smashing hard on the hard cliff!

The smoke and dust are rippling, and then gradually converge.

A clear human-shaped trace appeared on the cliff, and there was a stone chip on the ground, but there was no trace of Chen Changsheng.

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Chen Changsheng was able to escape from the middle-aged scholar's energy lock and disappeared without a trace in this unimaginable way, so naturally it was the button he had always held in his palm.

That's not an ordinary button, that's a thousand-mile button.

When Luo Luo met the assassin of the demon clan in the National Education Academy, she used the Thousand Miles Button, but was blocked by Tian Luo.

Tianluo is the weapon of the Demon Lord. Although its power is no longer as powerful as before, it just happens to be able to restrain Qianli Node.

Now, Tianluo should be in the hands of the Great Zhou court.

Today in Hanshan, Chen Changsheng met Tianluo's master and used the Thousand Miles Button to escape. He was not blocked by Tianluo, but was blocked by a big stone.

At this time, he should have left the area of ​​Hanshan and met Mao Qiuyu and the King of Linghai at the foot of the mountain, but he was still in the mountains.

Thousands of stones floating in the sky blocked the entire Han Mountain, so he couldn't leave.

It was a huge rock like a hill, just in front of the mountain road.

Chen Changsheng's face was extremely pale, and his body was injured and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the stone.

The middle-aged scholar's fingers from a distance were vaguely better than Zhu Luo's sword he had seen in Xunyang City.

If it weren't for the yellow paper umbrella, he would have been dead by this time.

Even so, a broken hole appeared on the surface of the yellow paper umbrella.

Chen Changsheng looked at the blood on the stone and confirmed that it had no smell. He still couldn't rest assured. He grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and hurried towards the top of the mountain road.

In the past battles, he rarely escaped, let alone left his companions behind, but today is different, because he did not defeat the middle-aged scholar, and even slightly resisted the possibility of the other party. Moreover, he knew very well that the middle-aged scholar's goal was himself, so the further he escaped, the safer his companions would be.

So he ran away, and he was extremely determined.

He used his sword to burn his true energy, running towards the top of Hanshan Mountain at an unimaginable speed.

A dust dragon grew among the mountains covered by night, and it instantly reached several miles away.

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The stream and the mountain road are quiet.

People were surprised to see the cliff wall behind the smoke and dust, and the traces left after the impact. Tang Sanshiliu and Zhexiu did not go to see it, but just the middle-aged scholar by the stream. Even though his face was pale and fearful, he knew that he would die in the next moment, and he still stared at it.

The middle-aged scholar became vivid and walked up the stream.

The Hanshan Tianshi Formation gave a sense, and hundreds of Tianshi stones surrounded him.

Zhexiu and Tang Sanshiliu also moved at the same time and rushed towards the middle-aged scholar. Of course, they knew that they could not be the opponent of the middle-aged scholar, but the other party was obviously coming for Chen Changsheng. At this time, they must chase Chen Changsheng, so they dragged it for a moment...

They failed to hold back the middle-aged scholar, but they did not die.

Far away from the old city of Xue and coming to the human world, the middle-aged scholar's time is very precious, at least it is more precious than their lives, so he ignored the two of them.

Zhexiu and Tang Sanshiliu had no way to catch up with the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to walk very slowly, but instantly appeared in the distant mountain peak.

The most terrifying thing is that he actually walked with hundreds of heavenly stones.

Those sky stones had unimaginable weight, and at this time they were all on the middle-aged scholar, but they could not delay his pace for a moment.

A heavy rumbling sounded in the mountains, like thunder, countless cliffs collapsed and the mountain roads broke.

This picture is weird, shocking, frightening, and powerful.

As the middle-aged scholar and the sky stones left, the wind, snow and pressure on the streamside and mountain roads disappeared immediately.

With a bang, the stream water shook off the ground, sprayed into the sky hundreds of feet high, and then fell like rain.

The cliff road and grass shaking violently, and muffled groans kept ringing.

The persimmons like yellow lanterns in the woods fell to the ground, whether they were ripe or green, all of them were as scattered as mud.

Just like the corpses and flesh on the bank of the stream.

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The big stone was still floating there quietly, very close to the ground, as if it was followed, like a small hill.

The middle-aged scholar reached out to grab the cliff opposite, and the stone like a hill flew over and landed in his hand.

Compared with this hill-like boulder, he looked very small and even wanted to be completely covered.

A mountain fell in his hands, which seemed a bit inappropriate, but it really happened.

The cold wind suddenly rose between the cliffs shrouded in the night, blowing away the dust on the surface of the stones, revealing blood stains that had not yet dried up.

The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and sniffed it there, his expression still remained indifferent, but he slowly closed his eyes, as if he was intoxicated.

"My son is indeed not wrong."

The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes and looked at the blood stains on the stone, showing a hint of smile, looking very satisfied.

The mountains and rivers on his face became more bright and more vibrant.

The next moment, the landscape darkened a few minutes.

Because he raised his eyebrows.

——It’s not fully cooked, but it should be enough.

All hidden injuries left by that year should be restored.

He can finally take off the heavy burden and continue to move towards the ultimate realm of great freedom.

Thinking of this and the long years of the thousand years, even he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

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(8pm next chapter.)
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