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"I have been planning 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 that correspond to the movement 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 the water temperature, triggering the migration of sea beasts hundreds of years in advance, forcing the academy to allocate its strength to move the doctors to the East China Sea;

Assassinated the Turkic Khan, instigated the Jing Kingdom and the Zhou Kingdom, and led his army to the border, leaving the Zhenfu Division with no time to attend to other matters;

One after another, all for this moment - you have always had the habit of going back to your hometown alone to pay homage to 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 and did not hide. He squinted his eyes and fixed his gaze on the two people at the end of the road.

An old man in brocade robes with a sharp mouth and a sword at his waist,

A salesman carrying a pole and a bamboo basket.

Both of them had disguises on their faces, but such a close distance was enough for Li Ang to identify 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 were bound to be nearby.

The mountain chief 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, or even a place.

It 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."

Click——

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, sawdust 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,

It was held up by a force and placed lightly on the ground.

At the center of the explosion, Shan Chang maintained his stance of drawing a sword with one hand.

The long sword in his hand was 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 chief stared at the handwriting of [Ruoshui] scrawled horizontally and vertically on the paper. In his complicated eyes, there were three parts of surprise, three parts of anger, three parts of sadness, and one part of regret. "You've finished 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 Xue Gong Talisman.

Before Jun Qianzi could understand this talisman, he rebelled and left the academy, and has not been heard from since.

The greatest goodness 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 his fuzzy memory to complete this talisman on his own with his astonishing talent. He was able to write out the true meaning, which proves that deep down in his heart, he actually thought that he was the water of goodness, did good deeds, and acted morally.

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 he 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 merchant sheep;

The girl Jiacheng in a yellow skirt, Feng He in black armor,

Everyone's body exudes fluctuations of Zhuxiao realm energy, and even the chaotic wind swirling high in the sky cannot completely cover it up.

However, the mountain chief just sneered and commented lightly: "It's just a mob."

Hiding in Tibet, following the trails of rats and foxes, a living person should not be a ghost, and only when Lian Xuanxiao is old and dying does he dare to ambush and attack. What is it if it is not a mob?

"hehe,"

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 he slashed diagonally with the long sword in his hand, hitting Shang Yang's neck.

Clothes, skin, muscles, and bones were all broken in front of the sword.

The sword moved forward fiercely and broke through most of Shang Yang's chest.

tread!

Feng He, whose whole body was covered in pitch-black armor, rushed towards him. At the critical moment, he punched the sword with more than ten punches with both arms, barely blocking the cutting force of the sword.

The price was that he was heavily ejected 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 exclaim in shock: "How is it possible? We are both in the Zhuxiao realm, how can you be so much stronger than us?!"

"Zhuxiao Realm?"

The mountain chief held up the sword flower, shook off the stained blood on the sword's edge, and said calmly: "I am no longer here a long time ago."

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 calculations in his heart.

There was no energy higher than Zhuxiao sensed in the city. If Youqiong was not around, Zhaoming's ambush would be something he could handle.

Click.

A very 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 roar resounded over Xingzhou City,

Jun Qianzi's eyes were dim and he chuckled, "Did you find it?"

Click click click.

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 get out.

boom!

Finally, the high-pressure water flow from the Jiuyou Dark River erupted,

It easily tears the river bed, rushes out of the rock formations, pours into the Yellow River, and instantly collapses the river bank.


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