"I have been planning for this meeting for ten years."
Jun Qianzi sighed: "There are too many things to prepare.
Let Situ Zhi spread the disease, plunder lives, and weaken the dragon veins in specific areas;
Dig holes in the northern ice sheet corresponding to the displacement of stars, and set up formations to temporarily block the perception of celestial phenomena;
Detonating more than a thousand volcanoes under the endless sea, causing extremely weak changes in water temperature, triggering the migration of sea beasts hundreds of years in advance, forcing the academy to allocate its strength and move the doctors to the East China Sea;
Assassinated the Turkic Khan, instigated the Jing Kingdom and the Zhou Kingdom, and led the army to the border, leaving the Zhenfu Division with no time to take care of other things;
One after another, all for this moment - you have always had the habit of going back to your hometown alone to worship your ancestors' graves."
Huhu——
Gusts of evil wind blew outside the window, fluttering wine flags, knocking down stalls, and raising dust.
Passers-by screamed and scattered, running into shops along the street to escape the wind and sand.
Li Ang stood in the middle of the road without hiding. He squinted his eyes and locked his gaze on the two people at the end of the road.
An old man in brocade robes with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and a sword at his waist,
A salesman carrying a pole and a bamboo basket.
Both their faces and bodies were disguised, but such a close distance was enough for Li Ang to determine their identities based on their Qi.
Yuan Sou and Crow Jiu.
Li Ang clenched his fist slightly, and a huge force enveloped Xingzhou, suppressing the spiritual energy communication.
The two of them dared to appear openly on the busy streets of Yu State, clearly intending to launch a thunderous attack on the mountain leader. Other members of Zhao Ming are bound to be nearby.
The mountain leader looked away from the window and said calmly: "Li Luanfeng?"
"Exactly."
Jun Qianzi nodded and said: "After being nourished by all kinds of disasters for so long, the current wind of chaos is enough to cover a city, a state, and even a place.
You can buy us two quarters of an hour."
The mountain chief was unmoved and just asked: "Is two quarters of an hour enough?"
Jun Qianzi nodded solemnly, "That's enough."
Katcha——
There was a slight sound in the middle of the wooden table, and a crack appeared out of thin air. As time passed, it expanded rapidly, causing the wood on the table to warp and curl.
The entire table was split into two, and the two halves of the table tilted towards the middle and fell. The bowl of braised noodles also slid towards the middle of the table, and was caught by the angled table tops.
Boom!
With the wooden table as the horizontal plane, all the restaurant buildings above it collapsed.
Bricks and tiles flew everywhere, wood chips were scattered everywhere, and the diners and waiters in the restaurant, who had no idea what was happening, were caught by the shock wave of the explosion and flew out spinning around, and at the moment they were about to hit the ground,
He was held up by a force and placed lightly on the ground.
At the center of the explosion, Shan Chang maintained the posture of drawing a sword with one hand.
The long sword in his hand is hanging in the air, with vast clouds emitting from the blades on both sides, and a piece of talisman paper as thin as a cicada's wing floating in front of the sword's edge.
It was this talisman that blocked the sword from slitting Jun Qianzi's throat.
"..."
The mountain leader stared at the handwriting of [Ruoshui] scrawled horizontally and vertically on the paper. In his complex eyes, there were three parts of surprise, three parts of anger, three parts of sadness, and one part of regret. "You've written it."
"Yes."
Jun Qianzi raised his hand and touched his throat. He was clearly not hit by the sword, but there was a wound hanging on his neck, and his fingertips were full of bright red.
Ruo Shui Talisman, the untold secret of Xuegong Talisman.
Before Jun Qianzi could understand this talisman, he rebelled and left the academy, and has not been heard from since.
The greatest good is like water. Water is good for all things and does not compete with it. It is disliked by everyone, so it is close to the Tao.
Jun Qianzi relied on Mohu's memory and completed the talisman on his own with his astonishing talent. He was able to write the true meaning, which proves that deep down in his heart, he actually thought that he was the water of goodness, doing good deeds and performing morals.<
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Tap tap tap.
One after another figures walked out of the streets and alleys, surrounding the ruins of the restaurant from all directions.
Half of his head is inlaid with gold, and the Buddhist monk Harvard has a bright smile on his face;
Wearing a red dress, Lady Zhu is graceful and charming;
Fei Lian and Yan Fu dressed as princes and servants;
Wearing a brocade robe, he looks like a rich man’s business sheep;
A girl wearing a yellow skirt, Feng He, wearing a black armor,
Everyone is exuding the energy fluctuations of the Zhuxiao realm, and even the chaotic winds swirling high in the sky cannot completely cover them up.
However, the mountain chief just sneered and commented calmly: "It's just a mob."
Hiding in Tibet, following the trails of rats and foxes, a living person must be a ghost. Only when Lian Xuanxiao is old and dying does he dare to ambush and attack. What is it if it is not a mob?
"Haha,"
Those who can be promoted to the Zhuxiao Realm are not extremely talented. Those who have experienced countless rebirths and death, naturally have a bit of arrogance in their hearts.
Shang Yang clapped his folding fan and said with a smile: "A tiger can't hold off a pack of wolves..."
Before he finished speaking, Lian Xuanxiao's figure suddenly flashed in front of him, his eyes were cold and sinister, his pale beard and hair were windless, and the long sword in his hand slashed diagonally, hitting Shang Yang's neck.
Clothes, skin, muscles, and bones were all broken in front of the sword.
The long sword moved forward fiercely and broke through most of Shang Yang's chest.
Step!
Feng He, whose whole body was covered in pitch-black armor, rushed towards him. At the critical moment, he punched more than ten times with both arms towards the sword's edge, barely blocking the sword's cutting power.
The price was that he was bounced hard by the sword, hit dozens of buildings, and disappeared.
Madam Zhu on the side threw out a slender red thread as dense as rain, passed through Shang Yang's body that was split into two by the long sword, and pulled it out of the sword's range.
Then the red thread tumbled and barely sewed the two bodies together.
I don’t know what secret technique Shang Yang has practiced. Even though he was so injured, he could still scream in shock: "How is it possible? We are both in the Zhuxiao realm, how can you be so much stronger than us?!"
"Candle Sky Realm?"
The mountain chief waved the sword flower, shook off the stained blood on the sword's edge, and said calmly: "I am no longer alive."
Buzz!
His robes swayed fiercely, and his thin body rose slowly. He looked down at the world, taking in all the things in the world, and he had some thoughts in his heart.
There is no energy higher than Zhuxiao sensed in the city. If Youqiong is not there, Zhaoming's ambush can be handled by himself...
Katcha.
An extremely slight vibration came from the bottom of the river.
Lian Xuanxiao suddenly turned his head and looked at the river hanging on the ground, his eyes widening.
Shocked, stunned, sad, angry.
"Jun! Qian! Son!"
Every word of filial piety resounded over Xingzhou City.
Jun Qianzi's eyes were dim and he chuckled: "Did you find it?"
Katcha Katcha.
Thousands of cracks were formed at the bottom of the trembling river bed at the same time, as if something was hiding at the bottom of the river, constantly struggling, trying to escape.
Boom!
Finally, the high-pressure water flow from the Jiuyou Dark River erupted.
It easily tears the river bed, rushes out of the rock formation, flows into the Yellow River, and collapses the river bank in an instant.
This chapter has been completed!