Volume Six, Suddenly Chapter Seventy-Eighth, People by the Stream
Ning Que's steps were very determined, but unfortunately, he still failed to take a step closer to the national master.
But he was not disappointed. Trying was just trying after all. He believed that he could always find a way to find the opponent in this car formation and then kill him.
The Imperial Master remained silent, and the string of beads between the tiger's mouth slowly started to rotate on its own, releasing its own breath, and the smell of blood in the car array suddenly became countless times stronger.
The smell of blood comes from the dead people in this wilderness, from those Tang soldiers who had no burial place.
Ning Que looked up at him and asked, "You believe in the Immortal Heaven, but you do such evil things. Aren't you worried that you will be punished by her when you go to the Kingdom of God in the future?"
The Imperial Master said: "What is correct is correct, and the means are not important."
Ning Que said: "You know the relationship between me and the Immortal Heaven that you believe in."
The Imperial Master looked at him with a solemn expression and said, "That's the kind of relationship you, a mortal, think of."
Ning Que said: "I will prove to you that the relationship does exist objectively."
While talking, he had already taken three more steps towards the carriage.
With every step you take, the frost on your body will fall.
Originally, the frost was integrated with his body and could not fall off, but now it fell down because flames were spitting out from his body.
His footsteps fell on the grassland, leaving footprints and several blazing flames.
The flame was extremely pure, extremely sacred, extremely solemn, and as white as the snow lotus blooming in the snow peaks of Tianqi Mountain.
Although he still couldn't get closer to the true position of the Imperial Master, now... there were several snow lotuses condensed by Haotian's divine brilliance. They were burning in the bloody formation, and the clear light was scattered in all directions.
The resentful souls that surged in from the large carriages touched the Haotian Divine Light and did not make any painful howls. They just made a soft sneer and were purified into nothingness.
Ning Que's body was gradually surrounded by the divine radiance of Haotian. The countless resentful souls in the Imperial Master's Blood Sacrifice Formation could no longer get close to his body. What was strange was that his body was clearly burning. The snow on his eyebrows
But it didn't melt.
Before those resentful souls are purified, there will be a brief moment when they appear as they were before they were born.
Ning Que did not close his eyes, because there were many things that could not be ignored by closing his eyes. He quietly looked at the faces that appeared and then disappeared. He saw several faces that were once familiar to him.
"Go, if you want to go to Haotian's Kingdom of God, I will let her take care of you. If the Kingdom of God is destroyed one day in the future, the teacher will also be there to take care of you. If you want to go to the abyss and the netherworld to continue fighting, then please wait for me
When we meet you again, we will go chop wood again."
He looked at the countless familiar or unfamiliar faces in Shenhui and said silently in his heart.
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The Imperial Master's expression was still indifferent, but the divine light reflected in the depths of his eyes was somewhat flickering.
He probably didn't expect Ning Que to possess such a large amount of Haotian Divine Glory... Logically speaking, only the Taoist disciples who are the most devout to Haotian can learn the Xiling Divine Technique and summon the Haotian Divine Glory.
The Imperial Master was not troubled by this problem for too long, because his realm and knowledge were not ordinary. Since he knew about the entanglement between Ning Que and Changshengtian, he might not need to find real answers to many things.
The first thing he has to do now is to suppress Ning Que's counterattack.
Yes, Ning Que was burning himself at this time, which was a counterattack against the blood sacrifice formation. As the Haotian divine light burned, and as he walked casually in the car formation, the entire grassland was illuminated, and those surrounding the car were
The constantly rotating cold wind has long been broken and spreads in all directions. The temperature has risen sharply. Where is the slightest bit of chill left?
Ning Que stretched out his hand to wipe away the water dripping from his brow, and finally walked to a carriage.
The imperial master was no longer on the carriage, and the broken box on the carriage had a gap exposed. The white human bones inside were burned by the blazing Haotian divine light, gradually turning yellow and scorched, but unimaginably they were still holding on.
Ning Que pulled out his sword from behind and without saying a word, he slashed hard at the carriage. The carriage collapsed and the box fell heavily to the ground. The outside suddenly fell apart and turned into dozens of wooden slats, revealing the contents inside.
Inside the wooden box is an iron box, a box made of iron bars, and inside are human bones and human skulls... There is a box full of human skulls, and I don’t know how many bones are needed to put it all together.
Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, and he struck the iron box with his sword again.
With a loud bang, the iron box broke through the slightly hard ground, splashing countless soil and smoke, and it burrowed desperately into the grassland underground, and did not stop until it was several feet deep.
The iron box is still not broken, and countless skulls are still restrained inside, continuously providing strength to this blood sacrifice formation and providing support for the National Master's plan.
Ning Que looked at the box under the ground and remained silent.
"This is a formation that has been tempered by all the priests of the royal court using great witchcraft and using thousands of years of soul flames. Even if you possess the highest power in the world, it is impossible to break it, because manpower is sometimes limited, but souls are infinite."
The Imperial Preceptor appeared on a carriage in the south at some unknown time, with fluttering cloth and rosary beads. He looked at Ning Que and said with pity, "Since it's all in vain, why insist on it?"
Ning Que said: "Okay... I must admit that you have trapped me, what next? If you can't kill me, then what is the difference between this blood sacrifice formation and a child's toy?"
He turned around and looked at the Imperial Master on the carriage and said: "You should know very well that if you trap me to death, I will trap you to death. As long as you stay here, you will definitely die."
What he said was correct. For the academy, the only person the Golden Horde Royal Court needs to deal with at this time is this unfathomable national advisor. If he cannot leave in order to trap Ning Que, then the main force of the Tang army will be waiting for him later.
Arrive, when Xu Chi appears, or even that person may be present in person, then the Imperial Master will definitely be defeated.
Somewhat strangely, the Imperial Master's expression remained calm and was not affected by Ning Que's words. It seemed that he had absolute confidence and could not be affected by the academy.
Maybe it was because he thought he could kill Ning Que.
More than ten high priests appeared from all directions on the grassland and walked to the car formation.
Ning Que's eyes passed through the burning Haotian divine light around him, fell on these people, and fell on the human bone necklaces on their chests, and said: "We are finally here."
The ones used by the Golden Tent Royal Court to fight against the Central Plains practitioners have always been these high priests who are skilled in witchcraft. Each high priest has a level similar to that of the Central Plains cultivation community.
When more than ten high priests join the blood sacrifice formation, what will happen?
The old high priests slowly trembled their lips and began to recite the strange scripture that the imperial master had recited before. Then they began to dance, twisting their bodies, and dancing a dance that no one could understand.
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The prairie priests are good at witchcraft, and scriptures are incantations. Dance is also a kind of incantation.
More than a dozen large carts collapsed. The wooden strips wrapped around the boxes on the cart also cracked, revealing the iron gratings inside. The iron boxes slowly floated into the air, and the last one that floated into the air was the one that Ning had previously killed.
The iron box that was slashed deep into the ground with a knife was rustling down with the soil, like a monster unearthed.
Inside all the iron boxes are human bones, human skulls, with the remnants of people's souls after death, which were captured by the national preceptors and high priests using the secret method of grassland witchcraft, and scattered around.
It was an unimaginable and huge pressure, coming from the soul and also exerted on the soul. It was invisible but real, like a huge mountain, directly bombarding Ning Que's spiritual world.
Ning Que snorted, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, but his eyes were still clear. Since he and Sang Sang merged on the Buddha chessboard, the strength of his body, the strength of his soul, and the majesty of his thoughts have already stood at the forefront.
At the pinnacle of the entire human world, this pressure from countless souls may directly crush the sea of consciousness of a strong person at the peak of knowing destiny, but it can only hurt him, and he can continue to hold on.
But being trapped by the Blood Sacrifice Formation, struggling to hold on like this is not the end of the world. He himself doesn't know how long he can hold on. What he needs to do is to break the formation and then kill the enemy.
Breaking the formation and killing the enemy are two aspects of the same thing.
To break this terrifying blood sacrifice formation, the key is to kill the Imperial Preceptor. To kill the Imperial Preceptor, you must first find his location and determine where he is. But the problem now is that he doesn’t know what the Imperial Preceptor is.
Where.
The Imperial Master was clearly here, right in front of him, on the only remaining carriage, yet he seemed to be in a very far away place. He and the blood sacrifice formation seemed to have become one, yet they seemed to be somewhere else.
Looking at this place, why do you feel like this? Previously, he jumped from the air and did not step on the head of the Chinese master. Later, the national master came and went without restraint for a moment. Or maybe there was some problem hidden in it?
Ning Que looked at the Imperial Master standing on the carriage, and at the cloth clothes and wooden beads chain on his body that were fluttering in the morning breeze. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the strange feeling became clearer and clearer.
Suddenly, he felt something. He looked up at the sky and saw a very thin line suddenly appearing in the dark clouds that had been sucked in by the interference of the blood sacrifice array.
There seemed to be countless resentful souls in the clouds. They were the people who died on the grassland. They were the murders committed by the Golden Horde Court for countless years, but they were also the collective murderous intention of the Golden Horde Palace towards their enemies, to kill the souls.
Looking at the dark clouds, Ning Que felt the terrifying murderous intention of the Golden Tent Royal Court very clearly. He also had a deeper understanding of the formation intention of this blood sacrifice formation and confirmed that he could not break it now... However,
His expression suddenly became relaxed, and his eyebrows covered with white snow were raised slightly.
He seemed to be smiling.
"You are indeed an amazing person."
He looked back at the sky, looked at the Imperial Master not far away, and said calmly: "I admit that you have enough ability to trap me to death, but... this is not enough, because you know that I am never alone in the academy."
The Imperial Master slowly clasped his hands together, like an old monk, his eyes were wide open like a barbaric wizard, and he spoke a verse, like a Taoist who had been cultivating in the mountains for many years, and said: "Then when will they arrive?"
Such changes in appearance and temperament are truly extraordinary. However, Ning Que had seen Master Liansheng's thirty-two changes in the Demon Sect's mountain gate many years ago, so how could he be frightened by it.
He said as if he was having a family conversation with the imperial master, "Tang has something to do today."
"Then the one who comes today is the sect master."
The Imperial Master's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly and calmly: "In fact, she is the person I have been waiting for these past few years. I very much hope that she will not be absent today."
It was still a casual conversation, but during the conversation, each had their own strong confidence. Ning Que's confidence lay in the academy, himself and his senior sister, while the national master's confidence lay in the tribe.
This blood sacrifice formation is not the formation of the national master, but the formation of the entire Golden Tent Royal Court.
This is a whole tribe, a tribe with millions of people, a tribe with thousands of years of heritage and its own unique cultural temperament. This tribe has become a formation today.
Even if the remaining curtain comes, how can it be broken?
The Imperial Master told the truth. He has been waiting for Yu Lian for several years.
He waited for Yu Lian to appear and then killed her.
At this moment, Ning Que said something.
"Do you think that by trapping me in the formation, I can't walk in front of you, and neither can she?"
Hearing these words, the Imperial Master could no longer be as calm as before. He suddenly felt that in the past few years, perhaps it was not him who was waiting for her, but...she was waiting for him.
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Going northwest from Weicheng, there is a barren desert. In the middle of the desert, there is a very small oasis. Depending on the weather, the oasis sometimes disappears and sometimes appears. It appears less often and often disappears.
So much so that neither the Golden Horde nor the frontier troops of the Tang Dynasty knew the existence of this small green state.
Going south from that oasis is Kaipingji. At this time, the Zhenbei Army led by Situ Yilan is engaged in a bloody and tragic battle with the remnants of the Golden Horde. No one will come here at all.
As for the Shan Yu and Qian Duo'erqi who escaped from Weicheng, they went straight to the depths of the grassland, heading north, and it was impossible to pass this small oasis. Logically speaking, there should be no one here.
But today, people suddenly came to this little oasis.
A prairie cavalryman was holding a war horse and was resting by the only small river in Oasis. The horse was an ordinary war horse, and the man seemed to be an ordinary cavalryman, wearing clothes covered in blood.
He looked dozens of miles away in the east, feeling the changes in the vitality of the heaven and earth there, and smiled.
Dozens of miles away in the east is the location of the blood sacrifice formation in the north of Weicheng.
The cavalryman lowered his head and washed his face, then took a cup of water to moisten his throat.
His face was reflected in the calm stream. It was a young and handsome face. The beard on his cheeks had not been trimmed for many days and grew randomly like weeds. It looked extremely rough.
Suddenly, his movements became stiff.
In the stream, the expression on his face was still peaceful, but wildfire began to burn deep in his eyes.
The clear water slowly leaked from between his fingers, just like the time that flowed away in his life.
When the water completely drained away, he raised his head and looked across the stream.
A girl in a yellow skirt appeared on the other side of the river at some unknown time.
The girl looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with a young and beautiful face, and two black ponytails swinging gently behind her. She looked extremely cute, but her expression was extremely cold.
"I heard you were waiting for me?"
The girl in the yellow skirt looked at the prairie cavalry and said.
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(Actually, I have always thought that Yu Liang is so handsome, but it’s a pity that he is not the protagonist... Whether it is the male protagonist or the female protagonist, I will try to write a similar character in the next book, and have a good time writing it. Then tomorrow’s update will be very late, if there is If anything is uncertain, I will ask the leader to report it to everyone.) (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!