Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 88, Enchanted (13)
. The Hulan sea, the cold snow covered the yellow grass, the lake surface gradually frozen, and the grassland man was grasping the last time to fish.
The middle -aged man with a felt hat looked at the picture on the lake, silent, and the lines of hard lines were gradually born with iron -green beards.
This Central Plains caravan has stayed here for a while, and the heads in the tribe do not know what they are waiting for here. If it is waiting for the skin in the end of summer, it will be too early, but watching this branch
In the caravan's enough silver and cargo, no one cares about them.
The subordinates watched the ice and snow on the lake, and hesitated in a low voice: "Will Tianshu really be here?"
The middle -aged man's silent film later said: "The heavenly god returns from the south, and the news of Tianshu in the current world of the wasteland is released. Presumably, it must be confirmed from the Lord's place.
After calculating, Tianshu will appear on the banks of the Hulan, and there should be no wrong: "
The subordinates frowned, and said after the bottom of the sideline film: "Adults, the subordinates should not be questioned, but I always feel that if the hope is pinned on the purpose of the Tianshishen Sea, it is a bit adventurous."
After a short stop, he said softly: "There is always no kept news from the end of Tuyang City.
The middle -aged man watched the loyal conspirator who had been loyal to himrs in the past 20 years, thinking about the subordinates who were also loyal but died, and stroked the horns and said slowly: "After those things, do it to deal with the complexity of the current situation.
There is a luxury map of Tianshu, and further can break the game, which is a nosy thing compared to it. "
He watched the Mang Mangshan Range on the north of the big lake, and said with no expression: "I believe in the words of Tianshu, because few people except me know that the passage of leaving the mountain gate is in Hulanhai."
The conspirator frowned and asked: "Why not go to the mountain gate to find the book? Even if there are many potential and focus on, but there are very few people who have the ability to enter the mountain gate.
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The middle -aged man looked at somewhere in the distant north without answering this question.
At that time, Mr. Xun should still be in the Holy Land without taking Tianshu Tianshu.
He was unwilling to return to the mountain gate, but silently waiting for the opportunity to seize the opportunity. In addition to the more strategic considerations because of the fear of his heart, he was not very old at that time, but he could clearly remember those bloody bloody foods.
The picture, and the cold and ruthless teacher.
The conspirator watched the middle -aged man's thoughtful expression, silently thinking that he didn't know that the adult grabbing the Tianpiao celestial literature eventually tied himself and gradually made himself struggling to breathe. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
A sound.
The middle -aged man looked at the distance across the lake, and remembered the teacher he had passed.
Over the years, in order to keep himself from Mingzong, he has also saved his sister hidden in the Changan Palace.
At that time, his teacher Zhou traveled between the forces of the world, but it seemed like a fish swimming in the lake. How was the pleasant and even exuding a satisfaction of happiness?
The rough finger slowly stroked the stone platform, and the animal skin trembled gently in front of the abyss in the wind. Looking at the huge stone beams in front of you, Tang recalled the appearance of the sanctuary in the teacher's narrative, and the film in front of him.
Because the magnificent world of magnificent and desolate corresponds, it is silent for a long time: he walked slowly to the cliff ether, watching the dark abyss of darkness, and silently thinking that Haotian Daomen can lead to Zhongyuan for thousands of years.
In particular, the Taoist who knows the perspective must really have the ability to reach the heavens. The other party attaches great importance to this matter. Presumably Tianshu really stays in the mountain gate, but why hasn't it been found?
He watched the palace full of white bones not far away, and suddenly said: "According to the teacher, Mr. Xun made a single break in the holy place that year, and did not kill everyone in the mountain gate. There were two in advance.
The school disciples evacuated in advance. Before the teacher left, it was confirmed that many disciples had been withdrawn. Except for those who died, many people in the bones were suicide martyrs, and the mountain gate was sealed. "
Tang Xiaotang opened his bright eyes and looked at the temple under Shi Liang. He had passed there, but he had nothing to find out. He asked curiously: "Where did the guys run?"
A burst of wind passed by the stone beams, and the crushed gravel and clothes were scratched. Tang felt the atmosphere of the world in the mountain gate in the wind.
After saying this, the two brothers and sisters walked deep into the mountain gate. Tang's pair of eyebrows like iron trees slowly frowned. He had many things that year did not look thoroughly.
Seeing through, for example, at this time, it is clear that those people have left the mountain gate, why is he still a little uneasy in his heart?
Decades ago, the Fan cage under his own hands became a world that is isolated from the world. As long as you do not step in, you can discover the existence of this world, but if you really walk into this world, you will be again
Can't go out, because this world is the hell he gave to Lian Sheng in person:
"Gaga ... Woohoo ... you actually learned Hao Ran!"
On the center of the room in the middle of the room, Master Lian Sheng looked at Ning Que, and the toothed mouth laughed like a child. Then he cried like a child at the corner of his lips.
Unpleasant.
Ning Que held Pu Dao and looked at him and replied: "Yes:"
The old monk's eyes were cold, and the face stared at his face and asked: "This cannot happen!"
Ning Que said, "That's it ..."
The next sentence of the old monk comes very fast, and the Thunder usually drinks: "Then you are not a magic!"
Ning Que's face still has no emotional replies calmly: "Yes."
The old monk asked: "Are you afraid?"
Ning Que Ying said: "In front of death, I am not afraid of anything else."
The old monk mocked and said: "But you still have entered the magic."
Ning Que frowned and said, "So?"
The old monk whispered: "Everyone who enters the demon must die!"
Ning Que said: "But you are still alive."
The old monk slowly shook his head and mocked him: "This is a completely different choice. In fact, my Mingzong is just hidden in the night in the night to avoid Hao Tian Shenhui's long moss.
But it is particularly afraid of Haotian's existence, so Haotian can allow our existence, even if it is a comparison of light. And when you pick up the person left by that person, you will lose all the awe ...
Even the fear of Haotian ... This is the real magic way, Haotian will not allow people like you to exist. "
Ning Que silently fry ... Then replied: "As long as you are alive, it's better than death."
The old monk stunned, and then laughed wildly. The tears dripped slowly from the corner of the old eyes and withered. He trembled with his thin fingers and pointed at Ning Que's face, suppressed the desire of the laughter, and said:
"The lunatics died into the demon, and you have to embark on his old way. I really don't know if the academy is cursed by the upper Cang. You will be destroyed by Haotian one after another. This is probably your destiny."
He stared at Ning Que's eyes and gasped: "You must be strong enough to firmly walk on this road, and the faster you are, the faster you die. Don't expect to escape this and fate.
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The old monk asked quietly: "Who has the heavens spared?"
Ning Que was silent, holding the handle slowly with both hands, it seemed to be ready to cut a knife in the fate of the underworld:
Then his answer sounded in the dim and quiet room.
"People want to win the sky ... why do you have to spare?"
This bland and proud answer made Master Lian Sheng move slightly. He looked at Ning Que quietly, and suddenly said: "A foot in front of the practitioner ... must be his own world."
Ning Que heard of this statement, but I didn't know why the old monk would say this at this time.
The old monk looked at him slowly and said, "You realized the Haoran sword ... The intention of the lunatic hidden in the mottled sword marks entered your body, and then the cage that covered the sky naturally no longer exists.
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Ning Que looked at him and said, "I know, I can even feel that there is already a heaven and earth's vitality in the room, but I also need time to adapt to this new atmosphere in the body."
The old monk lamented: "At this point, you and I are still spending time."
Ning Que calmly said: "Time is fair to everyone."
The old monk smiled and said, "My time is."
Ning Que said: "My time is just here."
In the words of the words, the old monk slowly raised his thin arms, and the crimson monk clothes, slowly swinging in the wind from the wind from wherever, with this simple move, countless world atmosphere infiltrated from the seam of the bluestone wall.
The room, and then it looks like a stranded wind, surrounded by his body
Hao Ran's meaning stayed in the scratch that year. At this time, most of them were absorbed by Ning Que to transform the body to pass through the snowy mountains.
It is no longer able to support this Fan cage. At this time, although there are still residuals in the stone walls, it is no longer possible to stop the old monks from getting in touch with heaven and earth:
At this time, the blockbuster array outside the Magic Mountain Gate responded to the sudden fluctuation of the vitality of the heaven and earth.
Introducing into the mountain gate, driving the stagnation atmosphere in the stone and even driving the starlight flow!
The fresh and vibrant world of heaven and earth finally passed through the broken Fan cage array to the quiet palace that has not been reached for decades, and then constantly poured into the old monk's thin body like floods.
The eyes of the old monk suddenly made a sudden light, and immediately turned into a crystal clear. The thin cheeks became plump at the speed of the naked eye. The two arms stretched into the wind became smooth and tight.
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As he said before, his time was.
Ning Que's time has also arrived.
He fully realized that the uncle Xiaoshi taught himself to push the breath, and he has been able to master the transformed body, and began to be greedily and powerful to absorb the heaven and earth that rushed into the room.
In the body, this is the most obvious and most unsatisfactory feature of Magic Sect!
After entering the body that is lively and endlessly, after entering the body, it is branded through the power, and then passes through the channel between the snowy mountains and the sea, and it turns into a thin force.
Bone skulls, fingertips and even hair began to tremble at high frequencies, as if because of strong friends and joy!
The sole of the feet fell, a crispy sound, stepped on a white bone in front of the broken body.
When the second time fell, the soles had broken a lot of white bones.
Ning Que plundered to the bone mountain and came to the old monk's body.
He held his knife with both hands and stabbed his blame hard towards the old monk's chest.
The blade trembled at a high speed because of the powerful forces at the handle. The split and shaking the air around the surrounding air, swaying the white ending of the white end, and the cold knife surface.
fear.
This is his fastest raid in his life, like electricity.
This is his strongest knife in his life, such as thunder.
With a mines with a vast anger, he couldn't tolerate the blink of an eye at all, and even couldn't even think about it, and he fiercely reached the chest of the old monk.
At this time, Master Lian Sheng was constantly absorbing the breath of heaven and earth. His cheeks were abundant, his arms had been recovered, and his body was full of vitality.
Royal!
At this time, he had returned to the realm of about 10 % during his heyday. He used to look down on Lian Sheng thirty -two, even if he recovered the strength, it was not such a knife that could be killed.
The thin ghosts have become full, and the skin is white and smooth, so it is like two pure white lotus.
White lotus blooms, the petals are in full bloom, and the blade stops between the petals.
At this time, the breath of the world's heaven and earth was still being poured into the old monk's body, and he was constantly strong:
Ning Que snorted, and the left hand was repeatedly patted on the end of the handle.
His left hand at this time was like a heavy hammer.
Pu Dao entered one point towards the old monk's chest, and the knife began to bleed.
The old monk glanced at Ning Que's work indifferently
A strong and horrible spiritual power, stabbing his knowledge of his sea.
With a bang, Ning Que took a sip of blood and sprayed out.
The blood flowed to the handle.
The left hand also fell on the handle again.
He endured the severe pain, and the left hand turned into a hammer again to hit the end of the handle.
The blade is in an inch into the depths of the old monk's chest!