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In the distant wasteland ahead, sword lights occasionally passed by, and chaos of clouds gradually broke into floes.
Ning Que sensed the faint fluctuation of the breath, handed the fruit in his hand to Sangsang's lips, and said, "I have never seen such a violent fluctuation of the energy of heaven and earth. I wonder how many strong people are fighting there."
In the Baita Temple in Chaoyang City, Yuelun Country, he once saw the eldest brother fighting with the first seat of the Xuankong Temple.
In that battle, the senior brother said to the Buddha's words at the head of the sutra, and both sides showed a wonderful and almost miraculous state, which was no less weak than the fluctuations of the aura of heaven and earth coming from the distant wasteland at this time.
However, neither the elder brother nor the head of the lecturer had ever gone to life and death to fight. At this time, Ning Que felt the changes in the aura of heaven and earth like a storm in the distance seemed even more terrifying and shocking.
"I've seen it."
Sangsang took the fruit and bit it. Wherever the lips and teeth touched, the color of the flesh changed slightly and instantly frozen. It made a rustling sound when chewing, as if chewing ice.
Ning Que asked curiously: "Where have you seen such a formation?"
Sangsang said: "When the teacher and Master Yan Se fought on the north mountain of Chang'an City, the changes in the aura of heaven and earth were also terrible, but they were covered by themselves at that time."
Ning Que took the frozen fruit and chewed it. His teeth were not broken, but he was shivered by the cold and said with a smile: "If you are still in Chang'an City, you will be in the neighborhoods in the Forty-Seven Alley in summer.
I will definitely not buy ice and pour well water, and I will stay in Lao Bizhai every day and never leave."
Sangsang smiled and then coughed twice.
Since leaving the Wilderness Tribe, she has coughed a lot less often. I don’t know if she has coughed too much in the past two years. Now she is just a pure yin and cold breath, no phlegm or black blood.
Sangsang is now very clean, without any dirty, sweat, and saliva. Her body is extremely pure from the inside out. Just like transparent glass, in other words, she is becoming less and less like a human being.
Ning Que carried her into her arms, kissed her, and then put his hand into her black fur coat, touched and rubbed her. Although it was very cold, it was still very soft. The feeling in his heart was still very warm.
"I never thought of marrying a god as my wife." He said.
Sangsang looked up at him, reached out to bounce the frost on his eyelashes, and corrected it seriously: "I am not a god. I am a monster."
Ning Que said, "Immortal? Monster? You are Sangsang."
All the way south, the two of them were talking about gossip and love, and occasionally they would recall Weicheng and Chang'an in Minshan Mountain. www.51o.net, do not talk about life and death and the future, nor do they have any last words—Sangsang's last words are in the Washan Zen Temple.
After saying that, Ning Que had no intention of living again. Even if he had a last words, there was no one who listened to them.
A heavy object suddenly fell from the black clouds, roaring through the air, hitting heavily on the field dozens of feet away in front of the black carriage, and slashing a bunch of soil.
When the carriage arrived, Ning Que looked at it. He saw that there was half a human body in the shallow pit of the wilderness. Judging from the skin color and muscle strength, he should be a powerful warrior in the wilderness, and his expression was slightly stern.
He knew very well the strength of the wild man's body. The stronger the wild man warrior, the stronger the ability to resist swords. This powerful wild man warrior was cut off by someone's body, and half of his body was shocked here.
You can imagine how fast the sword is and how strong the master of the sword is.
"He is a great practitioner in the realm of Zhiming... It seems that there are really many strong people in the Xiling Temple."
Ning Que said to Sangsang.
But for a moment, the sound of breaking through the air in the wasteland sounded again. However, this time the sound of breaking through the air was not like the previous one, but a shrill roar. It seemed much sharper.
Ning Que looked up vigilantly and saw a bright sword light rushing towards the lower edge of the black clouds at high speed. He did not stab the carriage, but instead stabbed into a slightly raised meadow in front of the right.
The flying sword was extremely powerful, and it penetrated the entire meadow directly, broke out from the other side of the meadow, carrying a stream of black soil and grass chips, and then landed on the ground. The bright sword body suddenly became dim and looked extremely decayed.
This flying sword is so powerful that only a strong man who has entered the Zhiming Realm can use it.
Ning Que looked at the flying sword behind the meadow and found that there was a handle behind the sword. He immediately realized that the owner of this sword was a powerful man from the Nanjin Sword Pavilion, and it was very likely that he was the powerful man who had killed the deserted warrior in the past.
Those.
A powerful man from the Jiange who was in the Zhiming Realm was defeated like this.
Ning Que looked up at the battlefield in the south, watching the increasingly intense changes in the world's vitality, and the increasingly prosperous sword light and talisman, the expression on his face became more and more serious.
The black carriage is still a long way from the battlefield, and then two strong men have already seen the departure. So how many people are dying in this wasteland at this moment?
A very thin bright line suddenly flashed in Ning Que's eyes, followed by countless threads.
He was looking at the battlefield in the south, and the light reflected in his black eyes was naturally the scenery there.
On the battlefield in the distant wasteland, lightning began to thunder. Those lightnings were not as powerful as the lightning in real nature, but they were very close to the ground, and kept flashing and teleporting, as if chasing someone.
What kind of realm can a strong man summon thunder and lightning?
Ning Que thought that if those lightning chased him, he had no way to deal with it and could only be killed. And like the strong man in that realm, there were not one or two on the wasteland at this time, and he brought Sangsang with him.
Go there, what can you change? To die calmly or to be honest, something else will happen as you expected?
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Hundreds of thousands of people and countless war horses, and vehicles appearing in the same place at the same time would be a very terrible thing. Neither Chang'an City nor Xiling Temple could complete the military parade, but on the vast wasteland, let alone line up.
The queue display still has enough space even for a melee battle like now.
The new grass that had just grown on the wasteland was poured on the blood and trampled on the horse's hooves, and had to end their lives early. The grass roots were still there, and the greenness was completely eliminated. The soil covered with the surface of the wilderness turned into floating ash and rose everywhere.
The war between the Huangren and the Xiling Temple coalition forces has lasted for many days.
Although he is called a natural warrior and although there are many strong people, the deserted tribe still cannot resist the entire world. At the beginning of the battle, he fell at a disadvantage, defeated continuously, and then retreated continuously, but he has been in the extreme north for thousands of years.
The spiritual spirit of the domain polishing is being struggled to support it, but everyone knows that the deserted people can no longer hold on for too long.
In the 18th year of the Tianqi period of the Tang Dynasty and the 3,449th year of Xiling Dazhu is very different from the countless wars in the past.
In past wars, practitioners always played the role of auxiliary. Neither formation masters, talisman masters, nor those sword masters willing to perform assassination missions can decide the outcome of a war, and in this war, no matter how a war is, it is.
, practitioners are very important.
The reason for this is that this war was a holy war launched by the Xiling Temple. Almost all practitioners from the Central Plains countries came to the wasteland. The difference in order of magnitude led to a huge change in the war pattern.
The priests from the Xiling Temple, the Taoist practitioners from Taoist temples from various countries, the Taoist guests from Jiange, Dahe Mochiyuan and other places, the rare talisman masters, and the formation masters who rely on all sides participated in the battle, on the battlefield of the wasteland
The vitality of heaven and earth was controlled by countless thought powers, disturbed by countless pieces of talisman paper, shaken by countless formations, and changed drastically, and even caused severe changes in the natural environment.
In the deep spring, heavy rain, snow, morning dew and evening wind appear from time to time, and then disappear. The battlefield is in chaos and danger is everywhere. If it weren't for the innate body of the deserter, the powerful warrior leader secretly learned the magic of the Demon Sect, only
I am afraid that I will collapse under the first attack of the practitioners and cavalry of the Central Plains.
Although the deserted people struggled to hold on, in these battles, I don’t know how many soldiers died or were seriously injured. Of course, more Central Plains cavalry died under their axes, and I don’t know how many powerful practitioners were ordinary
Soldiers killed.
In short, the current wasteland battlefield is like a water truck, constantly drawing water from the stream formed by humans and pouring it into the fields, but the water is the blood and flesh of humans.
The invisible flesh and blood trucks on the battlefield of the wasteland slowly stopped, and the warring sides temporarily stopped. The Xiling Temple coalition and the practitioners returned to the camp tiredly, while the soldiers in the wasteland tribe supported their more tired bodies and walked in the field.
During the time, they searched for the corpses of their companions who belonged to their tribe and confirmed their names.
There is a huge chariot in the center of the Xiling Temple Alliance.
This giant chariot is three stories high, with a whole piece of bronze engraved as a base. The railings on the chariot are pure gold, and they are shining with holy light in the sun, as if they are about to take away all the glory of the world. There is a tower on the chariot.
The curtains are so deep that the pictures in the building cannot be seen, and only an extremely tall figure can be seen faintly.
On the entire wasteland, the tower on this chariot is the highest, higher than the meadows in the distance, and even gives people the feeling that the tower on the chariot seems to be higher than the goshawk flying in the sky.
The highest chariot is naturally the highest person.
The tall figure on the chariot was the head of the Xiling Temple.
The most mysterious person in the world of cultivation has always been the leader of the Demon Sect for 23 years, but in fact there is another saying that the truly most mysterious person is the head of the Xiling Temple.
But no one dares to use the word mystery to describe him.
Even the mysterious legend about the head sect always carries a kind of awesome and admirable divinity.
The head of the Xiling Temple, governing the Haotian Dao Sect, had the power to establish and abolish emperors from all countries in the world, and enjoyed the worship of world believers with supreme authority. Just in terms of power, he even surpassed the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
Few people have seen such a great man standing at the top of the world. The head sect never went down to Taoshan, until now he appeared on the wasteland.
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