The rain beat against the dense foliage and dripped into the flowing river.
On the mountain, below the mountain.
Rock, soil.
Everything in this world has been eroded by rain.
Only Suning, when the raindrops in a series were about to fall on him, were blocked by the spiritual light shield that appeared in the dark.
"Bah la la."
The white mist lingers over and over again.
"You won't last long."
Suddenly, the voice of the masked woman echoed in the mountains: ""Qianqiu Mountains and Rivers", in the magic, there are 18,000 mountains, 9,600 rivers, and countless ancient trees ten feet tall."
"There is only one way to survive."
"It's a certain mountain, a certain river, or a certain inconspicuous old tree."
"It's hard to do two things at once. Your mind is trying its best to fight against the thousand-year-old water at the bottom of the Xuanyin Sea. You have no time to find a way out of it."
"So, you will definitely lose."
"Instead of waiting for Xiang Zhanyun to forcefully rescue you, it is better to surrender proactively."
"For the sake of Wuchen Fairyland being the host of this event, I will give you the opportunity to calmly walk down the ring."
Suning's face was expressionless and his clothes were fierce.
He bent over and felt the cool breeze on the top of the cliff.
The biting cold was like walking on ice and snow.
"Thousands of mountains and rivers..."
He murmured to himself, repeating these four words.
"When the mountains collapse, the rivers dry up."
"How can the saying of Qianqiu come from the mountains and rivers of Qianqiu?"
"Trees die, fall, and rot."
"Eighteen thousand mountains, nine thousand six hundred rivers, and countless ancient trees ten feet tall."
"They, whether true or false, do not exist forever."
"Those who can live forever and live as long as the sky..."
The lowered eyes turned upward, and a hint of understanding appeared on Suning's old face.
He took the first step to reach the top of the cliff of Qianqiu Mountain and River. His sword energy spanned hundreds of meters and said: "The way to survive is you."
"When I find you, I find the flaw in this magic."
"Then where are you hiding?"
There was silence between heaven and earth, and no one answered for a long time.
Suning raised his hand to form a sword and swept across all directions.
The rain is getting heavier.
From drizzle to heavy rain, the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
The white mist splashing around Suning became thicker and thicker. It was the confrontation between the mental mask and the thousand-year-old water.
It seems that the fight is evenly matched, but in fact, it is an indisputable fact that they are at a disadvantage.
The deep water is endless, but the mind will eventually be exhausted.
Half a stick of incense is the limit of Suning's strength.
If the masked woman cannot be found within half a stick of incense, the outcome of this battle is self-evident.
Flying rapidly, the figure constantly changes its position.
Using the condensed sword energy, Suning carefully searched for suspicious locations.
At the same time, he began to try hard to recall the vast amount of magic skills that Jiang Linan left to him, and the complete memories of his stay in the Wen Palace for thousands of years.
Low grade, medium grade, top grade.
The secret technique of Wen Palace, the secret technique of Jiang family, the secret technique of Shuiyun Immortal World.
Some of them were "broadly read" by Suning when he was bored, but more of them he had never touched.
"The Palace of Literature, the Mountains and Rivers of the Ages."
"Where is the memory of this period?"
"Jiang Lin'an was once a direct disciple of Wen Palace. It is impossible that he has not learned this secret technique that can only be learned by direct disciples."
"Yes, Qianqiu Mountains and Rivers is a middle-grade immortal technique, which means that it was practiced by the disciple when he first entered the Wen Palace."
"I have to look for it from Jiang Linan's early memories, and I will definitely find the hiding place of the masked woman."
