At the bottom of the sinkhole in the Western Wasteland, there are many serfs living in the sky. They serve the monks in the hanging temple and maintain the existence of that society. In Haotian's eyes, the humans living on the ground are actually just serfs, all of which are similar to
An ant-like existence repeats the boring life hard and resolutely.
But over the past tens of millions of years, there were always a few unique ants in the colony who decided to temporarily look away from the leaves and soil and look towards the blue sky for various reasons or no reasons.
When you see the blue sky, the lives of those ants will undergo great changes. Some ants yearn for seeing, some ants are angry because of the distance of the sky, and some ants are afraid because of seeing, so they tremble and surrender to the soil.
Thank you for your gift from the sky.
But no matter which ending it is, those ants are no longer ordinary ants. In a sense, they have left the category of ants because they can fly.
Master and Ke Haoran are undoubtedly the two most incredible flying ants in countless years. Ning Que said that the owner was a flying ants, not mocking each other, but expressing his own respect.
"Actually, there is something I haven't figured out. The master of the view, you have long been extraordinary and have no vision in the world. So why don't you turn your vision to the blue sky again?"
Ning Que looked at the other end of the long street and asked seriously.
"The concepts of Taoist sect and academy have never been connected, and my views from Master are different. Any beginning must have an end, and any cycle must have an end. This is the real cycle."
The voice of the spectator came from the wind and snow.
"Just like the Chang'an city where the Master stayed in the world, it was cut off from the sky. No matter how powerful it was, it was just a pool of stagnant water. It was like the characters you wrote now, ferocious, but no way back, so it was not a perfection,
There is no choice, so how can I stop me?"
Ning Que looked at the wind and snow and said, "There is no choice. Isn't it freedom?"
The observer said: "No choice does not mean no choice."
The breath and the formation intention kept colliding, and countless extremely thin and sharp lines appeared on the Suzaku Avenue, and the sound of bubbles bursting from time to time on the streets. The snow talisman was broken.
The audience's voice was closer in the wind and snow.
"Even with the blessing of the God of Shocking Formation, as weak as you, I can't defend this city. According to your temperament, you should have escaped a few days ago, but you were still on the street, which surprised me a little."
"The teacher left this city for me, so I had to stay in this city. And if I had understood earlier, maybe I had already repaired the Scaring God Array as before two days."
Ning Que said: "And unfortunately, she has been in Chang'an City for too long in the past few years. I am too lazy to do everything. As a result, she has walked too many places and left behind.
There is too much breath. From this perspective, the current danger in Chang'an City is the responsibility of our husband and wife."
"You are right. If it were before, I might have escaped from Chang'an, but since it was her and I. And now she is dead, I have to stay and bear it, because she is my wife.
Accounts must always be recognized.”
The observer knew who he was talking about and said, "Even if he knew he couldn't keep it?"
"Because you know, you have to keep it. If you know that you can't keep it, you still have to keep it."
Ning Que said, "This is my guardian."
After saying this, he looked at the figure that was becoming clearer and clearer in the wind and snow, held the handle of the knife with both hands, bent his left knee slightly, his body tense like a bow, and slashed the knife.
He understood that what the observer said was correct.
He hadn't found that word yet, and he could not perfectly mobilize the God of Shocking Formation.
The only divine talisman he had before was the two characters, which represented cutting and absolute stubbornness, but it also represented parallel oppositions, and it was difficult to connect with the surrounding heaven and earth.
Last night he realized the character Yi, and the two parallel and opposite lines intersect and began to connect. So he could use the power of heaven and earth in the Jingshen Formation to possess the power of one of the five realms, but the four corners of the two lines entered the sky and landed.
, but it is gradually drifting away and cannot be recycled and can only gradually spread.
But he still wanted to give it a try because he didn't believe that someone could really fight against this thousand-year-old city.
Two swords broke through the wind and snow, and the howling gradually became sharp.
The host looked calm and brushed his face with his palm again. His blue clothes swayed, and his breath rushed straight into the sky.
The perfect combination of immeasurableness and nirvana allowed him to integrate this war into another scale.
The array eye pestle in Ning Que's hand was as hot as the melting rock in a volcano.
He looked at the swaying figure of the viewer on the long street, and the mind power in his body kept coming out.
The lake water was boiling, the blue bricks trembled slightly, and the vitality of heaven and earth in the entire Chang'an City seemed to have been summoned by Ning Que to the Vermillion Bird Avenue and rushed towards the host.
The sky above Chang'an City suddenly cleared up, and the snow clouds that had been lingering from last night to the present disappeared in a very short time, revealing the blue blue sky.
The pressure of a city hit the body of the spectator.
Almost at the same time, countless thunders fell from the sky and bombarded the city.
The figure of the observer is floating in the wind and thunder.
Haotian's anger and the power of the world really collided with each other through the body of the scepter and Ning Que.
There is no falling snow, but there is a sound of falling snow, and a blizzard.
There was no wind blowing, but there was a whistling sound and a strong wind.
The entire Chang'an City was shrouded in the violent collision of heaven and earth's vitality, and cracks were shaken out of the walls of countless buildings. Apart from the terrifying sound of wind and snow, there was no other sound at all.
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The wind and snow gradually stopped, and the clouds scattered to the fields returned a little, and the sun on Chang'an City was a little dim.
The Vermillion Bird Avenue is quiet and silent, and the master and Ning Que stand opposite each other.
The distance between them is no more than ten miles, only more than ten feet.
Ning Que can clearly see the viewer's face.
He saw the scars on the master's face, the broken eyebrows and the broken fingers.
The observer came to him.
The round stones on the street moved rustling and avoided both sides.
Ning Que lowered his head and coughed, which seemed very painful, with blood oozing from the corners of his lips.
Then he suddenly looked up, looked at the audience, and punched him without warning.
His eyes were very calm at this time, so they were very cruel.
It's like a young male tiger staring at prey on the grassland.
He stood there and fisted, and his fist came more than ten feet away, before the viewer's face.
Since the practice of Haoranqi became a demon, his physical strength has become more and more terrifying, and his strength has become more and more terrifying, so he has never been worried about close combat. He has been waiting for the observer to come to his body.
The fist containing the majestic energy is like a tiger's claw protruding out of the night.
Sharp and fatal.
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The audience raised his palm and held Ning Que's fist.
Ning Que's fist now can defeat a small building, but hitting the master's palm, it seems to hit the big mud deep in the wasteland, and it seems to fall into a sea.
Even Yu Lian's fist could not threaten the audience, let alone Ning Que's.
The host smiled.
The array eye pestle held by Ning Que's left hand suddenly shone brightly.
The heaven and earth energy of Chang'an City poured into his body through the array eye pestle and burst out from his fists!
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(Tomorrow, I will go to the Hangzhou annual meeting and have not asked for leave. There will be updates. Also, let’s discuss with everyone. I’ll just scold me these days. I try to pretend to be blind. After the improvement in a few days, I will probably not scold me.
But please don't involve your family and the sub-publicans, thank you.)
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