A white dove slowly flew out from the trance platform, and below were row upon row of buildings and dense arrays of flags.
The white pigeon flew higher and higher, and soon fell rapidly again.
Falling into a desolate ruins.
The ruins experienced a fire.
Many buildings were burned beyond recognition.
On a roof that narrowly escaped being burned by the flames.
Thumping.
The white dove fell down.
It moved its paws like a leisurely stroll, not being affected by the misery in front of it.
A dry palm stretched out from the side, caught the white dove, took off the letter from his feet, and let the dove go.
Under the faint moonlight, the man unfolded the letter.
Under the moonlight.
The white paper is empty.
The man immediately frowned and murmured: "You weren't fooled?"
"Shouldn't it?"
"If he didn't come to the trance platform, he wouldn't have any clues. Could he just sit and watch the blessing ceremony be completed?"
The person sitting on the roof muttering to himself is none other than the Divine Lord Xuanshui.
He was deliberately leaving clues for Zhao Xiaole.
It is to lure the other party to come.
He and other disciples had already laid an ambush at the God Advent Platform, hoping to eliminate Zhao Xiaole's hidden danger in advance.
It's a pity that Zhao Xiaole not only didn't come.
Not even a temptation.
What is the other party planning?
Lord Xuanshui couldn't figure it out.
While he was thinking, the sound of trampling on dead grass suddenly came from behind him.
The sound of squeaking and squeaking kept coming.
Someone is approaching!
Divine Lord Xuanshui's pupils suddenly shrank and he did not move.
Before the white dove fell, no one knew he was here.
Who is coming?
Listening to the footsteps, there is only one person on the other side.
If you are alone, it will be easier.
Hold your own first and see how the other person reacts?
He sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated, waiting for the footsteps to approach behind him.
The footsteps are getting closer.
The other party is not only alone, but also seems to be moving very leisurely.
Are they ordinary people wandering around in the middle of the night?
impossible.
How can any common people hang out here?
Judging from the sound of footsteps, the other party was obviously coming towards him.
Divine Lord Xuanshui immediately ruled out the possibility of ordinary people.
He continued to wait.
Not long.
Footsteps came to the back of the big house.
Stopped.
The Lord Xuanshui still sat motionless.
A cold snort came from behind immediately, "You can't live up to your name as a god by pretending to be a god or a ghost."
"Don't you want to see me? I'm already here. You can turn around."
Lord Xuanshui remained silent.
After a long while, he shouted loudly, "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, I didn't know that when King Liang came here, he missed his welcome from afar. I hope you will forgive me."
As he spoke, Divine Lord Xuanshui slowly turned around.
I couldn't see how his body moved, it was as if his body had turned around on its own.
He opened his eyes.
I saw a handsome man standing under the high wall.
It was Zhao Xiaole with a mocking face.
Zhao Xiaole snorted coldly, "Xuan Shui, I don't have time to set up the Dragon Gate Formation with you, so I just want to ask you, will you cancel the blessing ceremony and take your people out of the capital, will you do it or not?"
Xuanshui Shenjun called to the Infinite Heavenly Lord again and said: "The words of King Liang are wrong. The Holy One can live forever, which is a blessing to the people of the world. If you leave the capital, if you can pray for the Holy One to extend his life, it is perfectly fine for me."
"Now, I am here for the welfare of the people of the world..."
Before the Lord Xuanshui finished speaking, Zhao Xiaole immediately interrupted, "Come on, I still know some of the details of your blessing formation. Do you really want me to tell you that it's not possible?"
Divine Lord Xuanshui remained calm and said, "Please give me some advice from King Liang."
Zhao Xiaole snorted and shook his head, "You are really good at pretending! But it doesn't matter, you just rely on pretending to make a living, what about professionalism! I can understand it, since you want me to give you advice, then I will give you advice.
Just give it a try."
Faced with Zhao Xiaole's ridicule, Divine Lord Xuanshui remained silent.
Zhao Xiaole said again: "Use the God Advent Platform as the ring of the sword, the third prince's residence as the hilt, the long street as the back of the sword, the imperial city as the blade, the altar as the edge of the sword, bring it with the formation flag, and surround it with the jade spring."
"Once this sword is used, it will sweep up the Qi of King Jing, cut off Jingyang's dragon veins, and call it the famous sword dragon-slaying formation!"
"I wonder if what I said is accurate?"
Hearing this, Divine Lord Xuanshui sneered, "So, Prince Liang is a loyal minister of the imperial court?"
"I don't care whether my ministers are loyal or not." Zhao Xiaole said seemingly casually, "I have never been loyal to any court or emperor, but I have always hated Taoist priests who pretend to be gods and ghosts."
"I don't even believe in immortality."
"Now that I have finished speaking, you should know what to say. Do you want to get out of the capital?"
Divine Lord Xuanshui shook his head, "Your Majesty, you are wrong. What I have laid out is indeed a blessing formation."
"I don't know where the prince heard about the dragon-slaying formation. They are all lies and cannot be true."
Zhao Xiaole didn't waste any time and asked: "So, you don't want to do it anymore?"
Xuan Shui Shenjun said calmly: "Old Taoist praying for the Holy Master, what's wrong? Since there is nothing wrong, there is no need to leave the capital."
Zhao Xiaole nodded and said: "Very good."
He saw a lot of information in the mute's memory, plus his own speculations and the reaction of Lord Xuan Shui.
Basically, it is certain that his guess is accurate.
Under night.
Both of them were silent.
The murderous intention is gradually spreading.
Not long after, Zhao Xiaole took the lead.
His figure moved, and when he reappeared, he was already on the roof, reaching out to attack Xuan Shui Shenjun with his claws.
Xuanshui Shenjun seemed to have expected it. He lightly held the whisk in his hand and separated Zhao Xiaole's claws.
His body floated backwards like a fallen leaf.
Zhao Xiaole attacks again.
The Lord Xuanshui retreats again.
The two of them were fighting quickly on the roof as they advanced and retreated. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged dozens of moves with each other.
The figure of the God of Xuanshui is light and erratic, and he follows the path of using softness to overcome strength.
Zhao Xiaole's approach was exactly the opposite. His route was both vigorous and vigorous, with the help of ghost steps.
As swift as a vigorous tiger, yet as strange as a ghost's shadow.
Every step of the foot made the tiles creak, but did not break them.
Anyone who sees it will exclaim in surprise.
Haosheng has superb control.
It can be said to be hard yet soft, soft yet hard.
It also seems a little nondescript.
This is the excellent control that Zhao Xiaole has acquired over women.
Once used, it is eye-opening.
Xuanshui Shenjun fought for a while and noticed something was wrong.
What's going on?
Why is this kid's inner strength so weird?
If you don't meet anyone, forget it.
As soon as you meet someone, why do you dig straight into the meridians?
He had never heard of such a weird trick.
What's even weirder is that he is slightly addicted and even feels very good.