The scene of the crashing spaceship was so shocking that everyone was stunned on the spot.
The huge wreckage fell into the water, causing waves to rise into the sky. It seemed like a heavy rain had fallen on the ferry, and the big water droplets hit the stone slabs with a crashing sound, and also hit everyone's hearts.
How could the flying boat crash?
This was developed by Baigongmen and the imperial court with countless manpower and material resources. It has been put into use so far, let alone damaged, and has rarely been delayed. There are also keel materials used on the ship, the core of the keel, etc., which one is not
After thousands of times of hard work, even a full-strength strike by a martial artist in the Formation Pass may not leave any trace.
But the flying boat was indeed sunk in full view of everyone.
Many people had expressions of despair on their faces, as if an invisible hand was strangling their throats. A suffocating fear came over them like a tide, eroding their hearts crazily.
An explosion that can destroy even a flying boat, how can the princess survive alone??
And once something happens to the princess, the Holy Emperor will definitely be furious. When the time comes to trace them, all of them will not be able to escape the involvement...
"General Fang, what should we do?"
Faced with the pressing problem of his subordinates, Fang Qi had no clue. His eyes wandered back and forth between He Dao and Sikong Jian, and finally forced out eight words through his teeth.
"You want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you're dead!"
"Get the order!"
The situation suddenly deteriorated to such an extent that even Fang Qi lost his sense of proportion, let alone those ordinary soldiers. The encirclement and suppression of Wusheng Cult failed, and the life of the princess was in vain. They were punished for several crimes. Their fate has been
It’s foreseeable.
What? You said it’s not that you are incompetent but that Sikong Jian is too cunning?
It makes sense, then the Yi tribe will be exempted this time.
Instead, commit suicide and save your dignity.
Therefore, even though they knew that there was little hope, some people still broke away from the large army and rushed to the river regardless of the orders from the top, wanting to bet on the probability of the princess's survival. First there were three or two people, then ten or twenty people, and then there were countless others.
Countless times, the military formation was no longer as orderly as it was at the beginning, and there was a faint tendency to collapse, and the scene became chaotic.
Sikong Jian was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. He wiped the blood from his mouth with his finger and said with a proud smile: "General Fang, have you thought about how you will defend yourself when you return to Beijing and go to prison?"
Fang Qi was worried about the safety of the princess. When he heard the provocation of this bastard, he became even more angry. He shook the long stick in his hand and yelled: "I'm sorry for your mother!"
"Even if you kill me with a stick, will Princess Youqing be able to survive? Why don't you join my holy religion and together..."
"Let's take care of your mother!"
"Humph, you deserve to be stubborn..."
"You deserve to be punished by your mother!"
Fang Qi was so angry that his brain was overloaded. There were only three words left in his vocabulary for Guifu. He scolded and chased Sikong Jian.
The two people's bodies changed rapidly, from the sky to the ground. The place was filled with obscene words in an instant, and the lingering sound of "Gan you mother" was everywhere.
Cui Huaipo smelled a hint of conspiracy.
Fang Qi is a stubborn man, and it is not uncommon for him to do vulgar things, but Sikong Jian is a smart man, how could he be so irrational as to scold him?
Cui Huaipo couldn't understand that there must be monsters when things go wrong, but he couldn't let Sikong Jian do what he wanted to do.
His eyes changed, and he slapped the ground with his palm. Black-red flames suddenly burst out from the gaps in the bluestone slabs, and rugged rocks broke out of the ground.
Supernatural power, thousand years of life, black rope hell!
Countless thick black mist wrapped around Si Kongjian and sealed him in a strange black coffin in the blink of an eye. Cui Huaipo maintained his magical power by forming a secret with one hand, and shouted to Wang Ren and Fang Qi: "I can hold on for a whole day."
Yes, quickly order the sergeant to calm down everyone and don’t get into trouble."
Wang Ren's face turned red with anxiety: "It's already here, why are you still wasting time with Sikong Jian? It's urgent to find the princess! Cui Tuanlian, you are a fourth-level master, and you are here..."
Cui Huaipo said calmly: "Even if I turn the entire river over now, will things turn around? The explosion happened in the upper cabin. Everything is a foregone conclusion. Don't waste your efforts!"
"What are you talking about! Could it be that I can only look at the princess..."
"Nothing will happen to the princess, don't forget, Ning Yan and Miss Jing are both on the boat!"
When it comes to his relationship with the princess, Cui Huaipo is still above them.
Once upon a time, like Li Yan, he was full of conscience and evil, and he always lived only for himself. It was His Highness King Xuan who led him to the right path and gave him a chance to start over.
Princess Youqing is not only the Empress of Zhou Dynasty, but also the only bloodline left by his close friend. If he can exchange his life for the life of the little princess, he will not hesitate at all, but things are not that simple.
The closer the crisis comes, the more important it is to stay rational and not let Sikong Jian lead you by the nose. If you are not careful, you will lose everything.
What's more, now they have no other choice but to believe in Ning Yan...
"Watch Fang Qi, I'll go in and meet him!"
Cui Huaipo said a word and then got into the black coffin. As a wave of water ripples came from the void, the scenery in front of him changed dramatically.
Black clouds cover the sun, the red ground is thousands of miles away, and the howling wind is breathtaking. This is the black rope hell created by his dharma.
Using his own power to externalize the world, Cui Huaipo's magical power has reached the edge of the dojo!
Between heaven and earth, Sikong Jian is sitting in the air, with his feet crossed cross-legged and his palms in a mudra placed on his knees. Looking from a distance, there is an urge to worship him.
What the hell is this monster doing... Cui Huaipo felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, and his fingers unconsciously clasped into claws.
Sensing the arrival of the other party, Sikong Jian suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed: "As expected of the famous Shifang Wuji, he is really difficult to deal with."
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"It's a pity that I have already seen your future."
Cui Huaipo didn't want to listen to his nonsense. He danced with his claws and stirred up the wind and clouds. The ghosts floating in the air suddenly turned into ghost soldiers and ghost generals, overwhelming the sky and killing Sikong Jian. He really had the power to swallow up mountains and rivers, and he used exorcism as soon as he took action.
The ultimate move of Thirty-three Sanshou.
However, his inevitable blow went straight through Sikong Jian's body!
How is that possible!
Cui Huaipo was shocked, and he tried his martial arts again without giving up, but Sikong Jian seemed as if he didn't exist. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch him.
Sikong Jian's eyes were slightly closed, and voices suddenly came from all directions: "Are you sure that the me in front of you is the real me?"
"Actually, I don't know how to follow the heavens and the earth at all. The various visions just now are just a small way to imitate the dream and reality. If you all come together at that time, maybe I will be the one who loses. But who can think of it?
There were so many experts present, but they were frightened by me?"
"If it weren't for your stupidity, I wouldn't have been able to buy time for Shenxu, the flying boat would not have crashed, and Princess Youqing would not have died."
"You can't do anything but watch from the sidelines. Just like now, you can't even find my true identity."
Cui Huaipo said angrily: "Sikong Jian, come out and fight me!"
Sikongjian glanced at him with pity and continued: "No one can escape the three causes, four wind wheels and seven calamities. In short, there are only two words: cause and effect. And if you don't know the true Dharma, how can you hold the wind wheels and live peacefully?"
Three Thousand Worlds? Only the Inanimate Mother can take care of all living beings."
"My lies are misleading the public!"
"Oh, then take a good look at it yourself."
Sikong Jian flicked his sleeves and raised a bronze mirror out of thin air in front of Cui Huaipo. What was reflected in the mirror was his haggard and embarrassed appearance.
And the faintly visible lotus mark in the child's hole.
"Do you still remember the guest minister of the princess's palace who died under your hand? Unfortunately, there happened to be Liansheng Taoist soldiers planted by Lord Shen Banner. Since you and I are intertwined in cause and effect, it is easy to drag you into a dream."<
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Dream...or reality?
Cui Huaipo took a few steps back in a daze. This method could no longer be described as a simple cover-up. He had completely fallen into the opponent's rhythm.
Yes, I can’t even find Sikong Jian’s true identity, so how can I defeat him...
If, if at the beginning, he and Ning Yan rushed up together, would the ending be different? Unexpectedly, due to a mistake of his own, the princess's life was in danger...
Suddenly, determination flashed in Cui Huaipo's eyes, his fingerprints came together, and the Black Rope Hell suddenly collapsed sharply inward!
As a wanted criminal in the former court, although he has been a good man for many years, he still has some traces of his early involvement in gangs.
For example, he would rather be broken into pieces than a piece of brick.
If you miss him, we will both die together!
Sikong Jian was also a little surprised. Looking at the apocalyptic scene around him, he shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity. You could have been of great use if I kept you."
His illusory figure gradually solidified, and he stood up from the cross-legged posture. At this moment, Cui Huaipo suddenly breathed out his true energy, turned his palms into claws, and jumped in front of him in the blink of an eye!
"Ignorant, you know nothing about the origin of Wusheng Cult."
I heard a sigh in my ears, Cui Huaipo's figure was suddenly fixed in the air, and he could no longer move forward!
Just a little bit...Cui Huaipo gritted his teeth, his true energy surged back and forth in his body, trying to break free.
But this last point is like a chasm.
Sikong Jian leaned back slightly to avoid the claws in front of him, flipped his wrist and pressed it on the top of the opponent's head, and said in his ear: "If I tell you the teachings of the Wusheng Sect, you may think that I am sick, but if I talk to you
You said that the Shenxiao sect’s magical powers can be understood by you?”
Shenxiao Sect?!
Cui Huaipo turned his head in disbelief and wanted to say something, but couldn't make any sound.
"Using desire as a needle and cause and effect as a thread, weaving a web that controls all things. This is the magical power of the Shenxiao Sect - threading the needle and thread, and it is also the first step in refining the spiritual guardian of the Dharma."
"Usually this step takes a long time, but with my "Hidden Dragon Wuwei Dream Treasure Scroll", the dream world turns around and the reality only takes one thought!"
Sikong Jian pulled his palm back, and five fingers actually pulled out the milky white silk thread from Cui Huaipo's head.
He slowly tightened the thread in his hand, and looked at the other party with only piercing coldness in his eyes: "From the moment you and I met, the outcome was already determined."
"General."
Peng!!
The black coffin shattered and turned into black mist that dissipated in the wind.
Sikong Jian held Cui Huaipo, who did not know whether he was alive or dead, in one hand, looked down at the people on the ground indifferently, and said calmly: "The warm-up ends here."