Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 163, Slashing the Past
The great formation in Chang'an City is different from other formations in the world and is connected to the world. Even if it is severely damaged, it can be repaired on its own as long as there is enough time.
It is precisely for this reason that the academy wanted to trap the invincible scepter to death in Chang'an City. The purpose of the scepter to enter Chang'an is also very clear, that he wanted to destroy the city.
If you want to destroy Chang'an City, the host can only take one path.
He could only follow the gap that the Taoist sect tore open in the God of Shocking, and on the surface, he followed the Suzaku Avenue, and actually walked into the palace and into the small building in the God of Shocking.
However, countless knife marks appeared on this road. The Sword Formation mobilized the heaven and earth energy in Chang'an City to emerge with magnificent power, following the power of nature, forcing him out of the infinite realm.
Those knife marks are words that tell the viewer that the road is not clear.
From the market to the side alley, the wind and snow were like anger, and the mind of the audience gradually became cold like the blue shirt on his body. It was confirmed that they could not enter the palace until the talismans blocked the road were solved.
To solve the current dilemma, there is the most direct and simplest way, which is to kill Ning Que, who casts the magic talisman, so he watches the master and goes to Yanming Lake.
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The eldest brother felt the blue clothes floating between the narrow alleys, appearing and disappearing, moving forward in an endless state, knowing where he was going, and his mood became as heavy as his footsteps after his injury.
A realm of no distance in such a small area is like embroidering in the eyes of a needle, flying in a world of sand. Even if he is not injured, he cannot catch up with the master again.
Even so, he still wants to chase him because he can't let his junior brother face the audience alone, so he stepped on the snow, leaving a hole of blood, and the cotton jacket trembled - but he couldn't enter the distance
Realm, because Yu Lian's hand fell on his waist again, grabbing his belt.
"The main thing is to kill the junior brother."
The eldest brother looked into her eyes.
"Yes. This is what he has to do now."
Yu Lian replied calmly, without any other expression.
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The owner appeared on the snow bridge by Yanming Lake.
This time, it has been quite far away from the Suzaku Avenue. The power of the God of Shocking Formation is terrifying. The wind and snow seem ordinary, but in fact it contains infinite power. There is no calm stream of heaven and earth vitality.
No one can enter into a distance in this environment.
The host walked down the snow bridge, passed through the winter reeds, and walked to Yanming Mountain on the south bank of Xuehu Lake. He searched for a path to climb the mountain in the snow. When he came to the cliff, he did not see a figure.
There are many messy marks, footprints and sitting marks on the snow. The most common one is sloppy handwriting. Some words are written with fingers, while others are written with dead branches.
The audience looked at the handwriting on the snow and understood what happened here last night. It was just that Ning Que, who wrote these words last night and then realized that word, went where did he go now?
He looked at the lake, and looked at the two clear footprints on the lake, the broken lotus that was cut by a knife, the cut willow branches, and the broken pot of wintersweet, and his eyebrows slowly raised.
There was no trace of Ning Que in his vision and sea of consciousness. This was against common sense, because even if that kid had the help of the God-Shocking Formation, he could not completely avoid Haotian's vision.
Someone is helping him hide his breath.
It was probably the owner of another footprint on the snow lake.
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A few round little stones fell on the street, smashing the snow out of the pit, walking all the way forward, hitting the stone steps by the street, making a crisp sound. Then they stopped slowly.
Those stones are only the size of a fingernail, and can be filled with a lot of them in a deer-skin bag. If you save some of them, you may be able to spread the entire Chang'an City. Of course, this is an exaggerated description.
A faint aura overflowed from the small stones. It was integrated with the tiled stones around the street, and it immediately felt like a large formation in front of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate.
But those stones are very round, without any edges and corners, and there is some interesting difference between them and blocking the world. They do not just fill the world, but cover everything softly.
Ning Que and Moshanshan walked past these small stones.
They had left Yanming Lake, passed the closed bun shop, and came to Nancheng.
"I'm afraid that the great priest of Light who created the block formation did not expect that a genius girl in Talisman Dao could create another idea and transform the block formation into this form a thousand years later."
Ning Que said with a smile.
There was no smile on Mo Shanshan's face, only worry: "What should I do next?"
Ning Que said: "The current situation seems complicated, but it is actually very simple. With the wisdom of the observer, I am afraid that he has already figured out the way to break the deadlock. He has come to kill me now."
Mo Shanshan said: "The master of the temple can also withdraw from Chang'an City."
Ning Que said: "Our academy does not want him to withdraw intact. A powerful man in the world outside Chang'an City represents the failure of the academy and the Tang Dynasty. Fortunately or misfortune, the viewer himself does not want to withdraw from Chang'an City.
Because for him, this is the best opportunity.”
Mo Shanshan looked at the toes of shoes that kicked out of the hem of the cotton skirt from time to time, and wanted to speak but stopped.
Ning Que knew what she was thinking and said, "The eldest brother naturally wanted to come to save me, but the third sister would definitely not let him come over because it had no meaning."
Mo Shanshan looked up at him, a little puzzled.
"Unless I can use the God of Shocking Array to trap the viewer, or find a way to select the viewer from the world of Haotian, then the third senior sister will take action. I will not blame the third senior sister, because it was the case.
I, I will do this too. The academy only has one chance and must cherish it well."
Ning Que said: "I must first hide myself and then find the places where his footsteps are falling. I hope to trap him to death. It depends on who or me or him can be faster."
Mo Shanshan didn't say anything else, stretched out his index finger, pushed his glasses upwards, looked at a quiet alley ahead, and said, "Let's write it here."
Ning Que looked at the alley, raised his knife and slashed it again, and the marks of the knife disappeared with the wind and snow, without any trace, just like the complicated emotions flashing on his face.
There were two mansions in this street and alley opposite each other, one from the literary and military, one from the Tongyi Doctor's Mansion, one from the General Xuanwei Mansion, one from his, and one from hers.
An old house covered with spider webs and dust in a mansion collapsed.
Ning Que heard the sound of the house collapse, and did not look over there, but continued to hold the knife and walk forward. Mo Shanshan followed him and sprinkled stones on the street.
From Yanming Lake to Nancheng, and then to Dongcheng, the two of them fell swords and sprinkled stones all the way, avoiding the viewer's eyes, looking for ways to trap the viewer, and remained silent and stopped talking.
The second floor of Songhe Tower collapsed, and Chen Jinji's plaque was broken.
Ning Que no longer needed Mo Shanshan to point out his direction. He held one end of the formation eye pestle, sensed Qingyi who was floating in Chang'an City now, and recalled the black umbrella that was walking in Chang'an City back and forth, and kept slashing.
Finally, he returned to the familiar Lin47 Lane
He pushed open the closed wooden door of Lao Bizhai, looked at the long-lost books on the wall, walked to the backyard, pulled out the Park Knife and slashed it.
A shrill cat moan sounded on the wall, and the snow was kicked by the cat's feet and flew everywhere.
The well in the courtyard was broken and the wall collapsed.
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