"So quickly."

The silent stranger in blue suddenly spoke, "He has his vitality cut off, and Wuqiu Bi will definitely sense it."

A powerful person in the sacred realm of Bianyanghong and Wuqiubi must have left a mark in his son's sea of ​​consciousness, using this as the final security guarantee.

The breath of this strange man in blue can separate the movements in the restaurant from the coldness released by Mujiu poems from the heaven and earth, but it cannot break the connection between this true blood and soul.

Mu Jiushi woke up from her faint mood and gently stretched out her fingers and bounced them.

A very gentle wind shot out from her fingertips and fell on her body.

With a rustling sound, the ice sculpture collapsed into countless pieces, and then was blown by the wind and became even more broken, until it turned into crystal particles like fine sand.

The strange man in Qingyi reached out and rolled the grains on the floor into his sleeves, then walked out of the restaurant with Mu Jiushi.

A priest walked into the room and swept the floor clean with a broom.

If Chen Changsheng was present, he would definitely be able to recognize who the priest was, because this priest was an old acquaintance of the National Education College.

Master Xin from the Cultivate Office appeared again after three years, but suddenly appeared in Fengyang County. Why is this?

Priest Xin went to the next room to hold a stool, sat in the corridor not far away, closed his eyes and started waiting.

His face looked a little ugly because he was waiting to die.

A fishing boat left the wharf of Fengyang County, went up against the gorge, and left people's sight, and moved forward at a speed beyond imagination.

It didn't take long before the fishing boat arrived on a river dozens of miles away.

The strange guest in Qingyi stood at the bow of the ship, quietly looking at the turbulent river surface, wondering what he wanted to see from it, or wanted to find the traces that someone stepped on not long ago?

Mu Jiushi sat in the boat, looked at the back of the strange man in green and said, "Heilong is not in Fengyang County today."

The stranger in Qingyi said, "Yes."

Mu Jiushi said in dissatisfaction: "Since Hanqiu City cannot do anything, why can it be done today?"

The stranger in Qingyi said: "First of all, time is tight, and secondly, I don't know where the black dragon was that day, but I know where she is today, and no one else knows."

Mu Jiushi couldn't understand, but she believed his words.

The strange man in Qingyi didn't know what he saw, and gently brushed his sleeves.

Those crystal powder that was still cold fell from his cuffs and was washed away by the turbulent river water. There was no trace or ripples at all.

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There are many tributaries in the upper reaches of the Hen River, one of which is clear water quality, and there are many wild trees growing by the riverside, with beautiful scenery, called Tongjiang.

The green and steep mountains above the Tongjiang River are a lineage of Wululi in the south of the sky.

There is a mountain deep in the mountains, shrouded in clouds all year round, making it particularly mysterious and holy.

That is the holy land in the hearts of countless practitioners and believers - the Holy Maiden Peak.

Nanxizhai is on the Saint Maiden Peak, and its jurisdiction is even larger, with at least hundreds of peaks and thousands of miles of wilderness belonging to it.

Nanxizhai, like the Changsheng Sect, are both the ancestral courts of the Southern Sect of the National Church. There are many small sects such as Cijian Temple and Lotus Pond. In addition, the ordinary people who have lived here for generations are full of people and very lively, especially the small town on the banks of the Tong River, which is even more lively.

One afternoon, the riverside outside the town was as quiet as usual. Suddenly, a hurricane rose without any reason. The reeds in the river were lying down, and the yellow cows on the meadow ran away in horror.

Two dark green light flashed in the air.

A little girl with a dull expression appeared on the bank of the river, and it was Nanke.

Chen Changsheng got up from the ground, dusted the ashes on his body, looked at Nanke, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them fell down in the meadow.

It is normal for Tang Sanshiliu and Hu Sanshidi, just like before entering Zhouyuan.

But Broken Sleeve was a little embarrassed, there was more gray on the clothes than Chen Changsheng, and the cuts were broken, and there was a wound on his face.

Chen Changsheng was surprised and thought that there should be no enemies in Zhouyuan. Who is he fighting so fiercely?

Looking at his eyes, Zhexiu said, "I fought with those monsters."

Listening to the words, Tang Sanshiliu remembered the scene at that time and shook his head repeatedly. Hu Sanshier also had a complicated expression.

At that time, they were sitting at the highest point of Zhouling. Thick smoke rolled outside Zhouling, monsters rushed in like a tide, and their angry roars seemed to tear the sky open.

The folded sleeves are like a stone, sometimes submerged and sometimes appearing, which makes them admire and worry.

Chen Changsheng did not ask why Zhe Xiu had to fight with those monsters because he knew the reason.

In the grassland where the sun was not set, Broke Shu's eyes were blind and fled everywhere with Qijian on his back. He had already formed a deep hatred with the monsters.

Hu Thirty-two looked at Chen Changsheng with a more respectful expression.

When he was in Wenshui City and the canyon, the bishop was extremely respectful to Chen Changsheng, and he was also from the heart, but now his respect comes from deeper inside.

How to judge the ability or potential of a truly strong person? There is the easiest way to do it, which is to look at the size of the small world they have.

The larger the small world you can control, the higher the level.

Now that he confirmed the rumor, Zhou Yuan was indeed in the hands of His Majesty the Pope.

Many years ago, when he was working in the Qingxian Hall, he entered the Aoye World of the previous Pope.

He was very sure that the Qingye World was far less than Zhou Yuan's size.

This made him more confident in His Majesty the Pope, the State Church and... his future.

Chen Changsheng naturally didn't know that letting Hu Thirty-two enter Zhouyuan, just like letting Yanhua and Chen Hui enter Zhouyuan, it would also bring these benefits.

His gaze was at this time in the mountains far away.

The mountains are beautiful and the mountains are rich in green. Even under the noon sunshine, there is still no dryness, and the feeling of peace will be felt when you see it.

The more you go to the mountains, the denser the vegetation becomes, the deeper the greener it is, but it is not complicated at all. The color is diluted by the increasing number of clouds and mist, making it more beautiful.

And in the deepest part of the clouds, there is a very high mountain that looks real and empty, and it is impossible to see the true appearance clearly.

That is the Saint Maiden Peak?

Looking at the mountain in the distance, Tang Sanshiliu was also a little excited. You should know that the Saint Maiden Peak is a famous holy land, and it was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

Chen Changsheng's emotional changes are more because Saint Maiden Peak is the place where Xu Yourong lives and practices.

Xu Yourong did not mention the appearance of Saint Maiden in his later letters.

He had imagined it many times.

Although Xu Yourong should still be in seclusion at this time and cannot meet.

But when he thought that she was on that mountain, he would still have a lot of desires.

Just like the most clichéd description.

At this time, he wanted to put his wings in and fly over.
Chapter completed!