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Tumor, chaotic, complicated, unable to see the past, present, future... the whole world seems to have become a puzzle without clues, unable to see others, and lost itself.

There was only thunder, only the rumbling thunder, turbulent.

With every sound, the world is shaking, shaking as if it will collapse and collapse at any time.

The spiritual platform is broken, consciousness is destroyed, and body is dead and Tao is gone.

No, this can't be...

A ray of inspiration was struggling tenaciously to prevent itself from extinguishing. It attempted to use its faint light to illuminate the world again, drive out the violent thunder and restore order.

But, it's so tiring!

I was so tired that my whole body lost my strength. I was too lazy to move my fingers. I felt that some crucial things were being hit by thunder, pulled away, and left myself, and never came back.

"I'm really unwilling to accept it..."

There was a voice in my heart saying softly.

"Absolutely unwilling to give up..."

As the thoughts struggled and surged, the aspiration light suddenly became two-point brighter like a light that continued to be oiled. When the light shone somewhere, it seemed to disperse the dust covered there, thus causing the buried things to appear.

It's a one-page book.

"Haoran Silk Book".

This book was hit by lightning just now and was seriously injured and almost smashed. The pages of the book were scattered, four chapters were scattered, and they were suppressed in the corner.

At present, one of the books was pulled by the light of inspiration and broke free from the constraints; with the first page, the second page, the third page... the four books appeared immediately and combined again, forming the appearance of a book.

Hurry!

The pages of the book are turned, like flags waving in the wind. They emit soft light and bravely fight against the thunder.

This incident made the invading thunder that was furious and became more violent, roaring, and tore the silk book apart with a loud noise.

...

"Um?"

In the pavilion in the courtyard, Taoist Zhengyang felt Chen Sanlang's tenacious resistance and couldn't help but feel a little surprised and angry: "It's really tenacious. What kind of power is it that can support you until now..."

He previously formulated a strategy for slaughtering pigs. He plucked and peeled hair, and worked on two-pronged approaches to ensure that everything was safe.

The so-called "hair plucking" is to send an urgent letter to ask Huweiwei to Jingxian, kill Chen Sanlang's mother and others, and uproot the prototype of the foundation that Chen Sanlang finally established in the Heshen Temple...

As for "skinning", it is about making a fuss about Xu Jun. Butler Mo's behavior is just an open policy. If it doesn't work, then the lurking killer will start a sudden attack. Xu Jun will be stabbed to death directly...

As long as nothing unexpected happens, after the two steps of "pulling and peeling", the fat pig will be greatly damaged even if it does not die.

Pass the imperial examination, will you be fame and fortune?

That's just a retrospective look.

Such a strategy. Taoist Master Zhengyang is very scheming and calculating, and he takes every step of the way, making Chen Sanlang clearly plan and no more misses.

Zhizhu was in control, but unexpectedly he was still subjected to stubborn resistance. The inability to achieve success in one blow really surprised the Taoist priests.

Could it be that the first two steps went wrong?

If this is true, it should be that Xu Jun has not implemented it...

Taoist Master Zhengyang did not think that Jingxian would fail. A team of elite soldiers and soldiers in the Tiger Power Guards, dealing with some women, children and farmers, was like killing chickens and ducks, without much effort. Moreover, the county government has already advised him that he would never show his face and interfere.

Then, there is only one explanation, that is, Xu Jun is not dead yet and is still with Chen Sanlang.

"A trash, even a woman can't kill her!"

Taoist Zhengyang has a long face like frost, but there is no time to investigate at this time. The most important thing is to solve Chen Sanlang in one go.

"Although this woman is not dead, she should be injured. Otherwise, Chen Sanlang's energy would not suddenly become chaotic, revealing flaws, allowing her family to take advantage of the situation..."

"Hmph, it depends on how long you can hold on to this breath!"

The Taoist priest's eyes showed fierce light and his wrists trembled quickly. In an instant, the sword tip carved many talismans on the human-shaped puppet, and magic power was poured into it continuously.

This is a desperate means.

...

Xu Jun was running desperately, and she did not lose her mind. She did not walk towards crowded streets, or went out of the city. After all, Chang'an is the imperial capital, Jiewei Senran. If she encounters military armor, such a situation will definitely cause trouble if the other party sees it.

She is not afraid of trouble, but she is afraid that Chen Sanlang will make things worse and lose his life after encountering trouble.

After turning around, when he ran into a dark alley, Xu Jun stopped, put Chen Sanlang down, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

During the escape, Chen Sanlang remained silent, as if he was dead.

But Xu Jun knew he was still alive.

Although his face was as pale as paper and his breath was weak; although his closed lips were a little blue and black, he didn't say a word, Xu Jun knew that he must be still fighting with others tenaciously and never gave up.

But that level of struggle was not something Xu Jun could see or help. She could only hold the man in her arms, and her silver teeth bit her red lips and blood was bleeding.

Boom!

The thunder sounded tightly in the sky, and an electric snake flew, drawing a series of hideous trajectories. The clouds were gloomy and slowly lowered.

But a rain curtain was cast, covering thousands of households.

Pang!

Affected by the thunder, something suddenly floated out of Chen Sanlang's arms. The old black one, but the size of a palm, was a small flag. Look at its appearance, there were traces of old age. If it was thrown to the ground, others would think it was a piece of ragged cloth when they saw it.

However, it is a mysterious magic weapon, obtained from the spoils of Wong Tai Sin. Chen Sanlang carried it on his body and studied it repeatedly, but he was struggling to have no refining method, so he did not know its origin. But at this time, the flag was unattended, as if it was stimulated by thunder, thus possessing some spirituality.

The flag appeared and suddenly opened, changing from the size of a palm to two feet square, which was a triangle flag.

The flag spread horizontally, just covering the heads of Chen Sanlang and Xu Jun, without letting the rain fall.

At this moment, Xu Jun suddenly couldn't hear the deafening thunder. She originally thought that thunder had stopped in the sky, but when she saw the electric snake lingering, she knew that the thunder was still there, but she was isolated and could not penetrate.

Could it be because of this sudden flag?

Xu Jun was overjoyed, as if a drowning person suddenly grabbed a rope - he couldn't hear the thunder, so wouldn't Chen Sanlang be the same, so he doesn't have to be attacked and hurt anymore?

Bang!

But the next moment, the flying flags whine, as if something was hit hard on the flag, which was unbearable. It was immediately knocked back to its original form and returned to its small flag, like a broken kite falling to the ground. A crack on the flag was the latest one that appeared on it.

In an instant, the wind and rain were roaring, and the lightning roared, and the two of them were once again revealed in the tyrannical world. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!