It is difficult to cut off the bonds of earth, it is difficult to open the door to the Kingdom of God, and the Festival of Light will fail. These things are still determined by God, but when these things really happen, she is still angry.
Looking at the figure in front of the altar at the foot of the mountain, thinking that all these things had been destroyed by him, and thinking that he dared to use his divine power to kill his own believers, her hands behind her back began to tremble slightly.
Everything in the world was in her calculations, with him being the only exception, so she didn't calculate that he not only destroyed the Festival of Light, but also turned herself into a joke.
She became more and more angry, so the breeze in the world became more and more violent, rolling up the dust on the ground and covering the refreshing autumn sky. Countless dark clouds floated from the distant East China Sea, and the light in Peach Mountain became dim.
A lot, and then a heavy rain fell.
This rainstorm was extremely violent. The autumn forest and mountain paths were instantly wet. The broken peach petals on the ground were smashed into pieces. The uncoagulated blood was quickly diluted and then disappeared. The water on the front lawn rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.
, withered leaves floating in the stagnant water, and broken limbs floating in the middle.
The heavy rain obscured people's sight. Apart from the cold and wet rain, it seemed that there was nothing else in the world. The rumbling sound of falling rain was like thunder.
The power of heaven and earth clung to the heavy rain, constantly washing away Taoshan, washing away people's bodies and souls. The tens of thousands of believers on the front terrace were pale and kneeling in the rain in fear.
The heavy rain continued to fall, and the light above the altar was washed into mottled patches, and then gradually disappeared without a trace. The dozens of Yi-character talismans that were fighting against the clear light also gradually faded until they disappeared.
All the powerful people in the world, such as Zhangjiao and Qinian, were suppressed to the ground by the heavy rain. Compared with ordinary believers, they had a greater realm and more sensitive perceptions, so they could more clearly feel the anger of Haotian in the heavy rain, so they became even more
Frightened, he knelt on the ground with a pale face, not even daring to raise his head.
The blood of tens of thousands of believers was washed away by the rain as soon as it overflowed from the wounds. They were covered in cold by the rain and their lips were black and blue, but no one dared to escape, because thunder, rain and dew were all divine grace.
If this terrifying storm has a center, then Ning Que is standing there. The power of Haotian he perceives is the most powerful, and the price he pays is the heaviest. Dozens of Yi-character talismans have been scattered, and the most terrifying
It was because of the heavy rain that the Haotian power in his body disappeared faster and faster.
Rain kept dripping on his pale cheeks, and he felt the disappearance of the divine power in his body. He kept shivering from the cold, and looked weak, as if he might collapse at any time.
But no matter how fierce the storm was, he never fell down, let alone knelt down. He looked at Taoshan silently in the wind and rain, squinting through the wind and rain, looking at her who should be there.
Thousands of miles away from Taoshan, on the vast sea of the Song Dynasty, strong winds rolled up dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels were flying proudly like black lightning.
——Let the storm come more violently.
On the front terrace of Taoshan, tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground in fear, looking at the darkness, but they seemed so small. Only Ning Que stood, although he was so lonely, but he looked so tall.
He is not a brave and arrogant Haiyan. In order to survive, he never cares about dignity or anything like that. Even though he had knelt before, he didn't want to kneel now.
He has reestablished contact with her. Since you are my life, then you are my Sangsang, and you are my wife. We can raise eyebrows together, but how can we kneel down?
——Kill me if you can,**.
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The rain today is not the same as the heavy rain after the Master left this world. Since it represents the anger of Haotian, it is of course much more violent. This rain also did not last for many days and nights like the heavy rain after the Master ascended to heaven.
But at least it lasts much longer than the usual heavy rains in summer.
As soon as the heavy rain fell, it took half a day to gradually taper off. The fine rain finally felt like pattering, and the wind in the front yard became much gentler. The wetness falling on the face made people feel extremely comfortable.
Tens of thousands of believers woke up and found that the raging rainstorm was no longer, and the area around Taoshan finally returned to peace. Many people were hit by the rainstorm and fell into coma. Some even had no breath. Their soaked clothes conveyed a biting pain to people's bodies.
Even though it was cold, people were still frightened and dared not speak.
Those who are strong practitioners are even more miserable. This heavy rain is so terrifying that it can even wash away the breath of heaven and earth in the mountains and fields. The stronger their perception, the greater the damage to their mind power.
Ning Que was naturally the most miserable person. At this time, the Haotian divine power in his body had disappeared, and the power of thought in his sea of consciousness was severely depleted. The black hair scattered on his shoulders was dripping with water, and his pale cheeks were full of haggard.
, the eyes are no longer bright, and look dim as if they are about to lose all their luster.
The wind stopped and the rain subsided, and the sky cleared up. Suddenly, a rainbow emerged from the Temple of Light on the top of Taoshan Mountain and fell into the distance. Looking at the direction, the other end of the rainbow should fall somewhere in the Southern Jin Dynasty.
Looking at this beautiful scene, the people on the front lawn of Taoshan seemed to have forgotten the coldness on their bodies, still soaking their feet in the cold rain, recalling the previous power of heaven and earth, and reborn in awe and worship.
It was already dusk, and the precursor shadow of the night could be faintly seen at the lower edge of the sky. Some people looked away from the rainbow that was bound to disappear, and looked at Ning Que in front of the altar.
A heavy rain that lasted for half a day washed away the resentment and dust in the world, washed away the Haotian divine power in Ning Que's body, washed away the Qingguang Formation and the divine talismans, but it could not wash away the past.
The headmaster looked at Ning Que, slowly raised his right hand, and gave an order to attack everyone in the temple.
No one can understand why Ning Que didn't take the opportunity to escape when the rainstorm became lighter. He no longer had the power of Haotian in his body. What else could he do besides escape?
Ning Que looked at the people around him, looked at the expressions on the faces of the peerless experts such as Qi Nian, Jinzhang Imperial Master, and Zhao Nanhai, put the iron bow on his shoulders, and then grasped the handle of the iron sword tightly.
Previously, due to the grandest apocalypse, he was invincible in the world with the blessing of Haotian's divine power. These people were not his enemies at all. However, at this time, the situation on the field has undergone a decisive change. Under the influence of these powerful people,
Under the siege, he couldn't even survive a few breaths of time.
If he had drawn his bow and was ready to shoot, or if he could intimidate these people, he could at least try to open a way for himself. However, the problem was that the number of iron arrows was too small. The most important thing was that he had never thought of opening a way.
Escaped by road, he never thought of leaving Taoshan.
Looking around at all the powerful enemies, there was no trace of fear on Ning Que's face. He looked at Prince Chongming and the kings of other small countries and said, "I won't kill you today, not because of the rule that practitioners are not allowed to kill ordinary people indiscriminately, but because of the rule that practitioners are not allowed to kill ordinary people indiscriminately.
I think you deserve to die in the hands of my soldiers from the Tang Dynasty."
No one understands why he can be so calm and confident despite being in a desperate situation. What is he thinking? The headmaster shouted sharply: "Do you think you can still escape Taoshan?"
Ning Que looked at the terrifying wound on his shoulder and said sarcastically: "At least you can't stop me."
The headmaster's expression gradually calmed down and he said coldly: "There is a dead end in front of you."
Ning Que said: "There is no way out, which is a dead end."
The headmaster said: "Where is your retreat?"
At this time, the Jinzhang Imperial Master and others had blocked all the routes to Qianping. No matter who they were, they were not strong enemies that Ning Que could defeat under normal circumstances.
Logically speaking, he has no way out, and naturally there is no way to retreat. However, everyone including the headmaster has forgotten that he only needs to retreat to find a way.
The road up to Peach Mountain.
Haotian was on Peach Mountain. The headmaster and everyone thought that Ning Que could not choose to go up the mountain because it would be seeking death. However, he made a choice that was beyond everyone's expectations.
He turned around and ran towards Taoshan.
The incident happened suddenly, and the reaction of the Xiling Temple was slightly delayed for a moment. The headmaster roared loudly, and countless sharp flying swords came through the air and shot towards Ning Que who was on the stone steps.
The Imperial Master of Jinzhang raised the slightly cracked wooden tripod in his hand, and Zhao Nanhai's palm shone brightly. Qi Nian sat cross-legged in the rain and chanted the Buddha's verse lightly, and a handprint appeared in the air and then fell.
Ning Que knew that he couldn't stop him. Even if the third senior sister was here, facing the sword formation that condensed the collective anger of Xiling Temple, facing the joint attack of such three peerless powerful men, she could only choose to evade temporarily.
So he didn't choose to turn around to resist or dodge. He crushed the stone steps with his feet, suddenly increased his speed to a terrifying level, and continued to sprint towards the top of the mountain.
Several dull loud noises sounded in succession! The Jinzhang Imperial Master's telepathy kept bombarding his sea of consciousness, the Haotian Divine Glory in Zhao Nanhai's palm hit his back, and the Seventh Thought's Immovable King's Seal hit him heavily.
On his body, dozens of sharp flying swords cut his clothes into tatters.
Ning Que spit out a mouthful of blood, his face became even paler, and he almost fell down on the stone steps.
If he hadn't already reached the peak of his Haoran Qi and his physical strength was almost unbelievable, this first wave of attacks would have been enough to knock him into pieces. Even if he managed to survive, he would still be seriously injured in an instant.
Ning Que used his strong willpower to restrain his sea of consciousness that was almost dissipated due to pain, and stepped hard with his right foot, crushing several stone steps, turning into an afterimage and continuing to move forward.
Not only did he not fall down, his speed actually became faster!
In just a few breaths, he had trampled hundreds of stone steps, stayed away from the attack range of those powerful men on Taoshan Qianping, and turned into an extremely faint figure on the mountain road.
When the priests and deacons of Xiling Temple, Zhao Nanhai and others were preparing to climb the mountain to continue the pursuit, the headmaster suddenly stretched out his palm with a complicated expression, signaling everyone to stop.
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Because of the Light Festival, everyone in the Xiling Temple was around the Qianping Altar. There was no one on Taoshan at this time. Except for the sound of running water beside the stone steps, the silence was heart-stopping.
The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps. Ning Que turned into an afterimage on the stone steps and ran towards the peak at an unimaginable speed, leaving behind broken stone steps and a trail of blood.
At the previous moment, he had been severely injured. His sea of consciousness was shaking uneasily. Every step he took made him feel more painful. His ribs were cracked by the big handprint of Qin Nian. The cracks seemed to be getting deeper with every step he took.
No one knows when it might break.
If only the big black umbrella was here, who could hurt him? Ning Que suddenly felt a lot of nostalgia, and then thought that he would see the big black umbrella soon, so he became happy again.
There was no one in the quiet Taoshan, and there were no pursuers at the foot of the stone steps. He kept running, running alone, not feeling lonely or nervous.
He was going to see her, so how could he be lonely and nervous? The more he ran, the happier he became, with a cheerful smile on his face that could not be cut off even if the autumn wind after the rain was as cold as a knife.
The two large formations of clear light were torn open by him with an iron knife and magical talisman.
He came to the bottom of the temple and stood on the cliff.
The autumn sky after the rain was so clean, and the view on the high mountains was even wider. He could watch the sun gradually setting over the distant mountains in the west, and even see the Yellow River flowing into the sea in the far south.
Then he looked at the temple that seemed to be within reach of the peak and the straight stone steps in front of him, thinking to himself, if I go up another floor, will you still hide thousands of miles away?
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(It took so long to write a chapter. It seems that my state has reached an incredible level where I don’t know whether I will live or die.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work.