At this moment, the stone bowl collapsed suddenly, and the little blood in it suddenly dissipated. The old man trembled, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and with a rewinding bang, he was hit by an invisible force.
It fell on the wall nearby.
At this moment, the door on the top floor of the tower was pushed open, and Mr. Guitai walked in with a gloomy look. But when he saw the mess here, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"How could this happen...this...this..." The old man who fell under the wall looked confused and frightened, and kept mumbling.
"What happened!" Guitai Manggong stepped forward, helped the confused old man up, and asked immediately.
"I'm looking for the next ghost...my ritual was correct, and I did see it...but...but what I saw was..." The old man trembled, raised his head sharply, and grabbed the ghost platform.
Barbarian Gong's shoulders, breathing rapidly, his expression is no longer confused, but awake.
"I understand! Just remember, don't mess with that person named Su Ming. Never mess with this person... I saw something I shouldn't have seen. I saw..." The old man died.
He held on to Mr. Guitai fiercely, his breathing became more rapid, and he spoke with difficulty.
"I can't tell you what I saw, but you must remember this and don't...provoke...him...he...he is..." The old man's body twitched violently and he pushed him away.
He caught the dumb guy standing there and strangled his neck tightly, his eyes showing madness.
A breath that made Guitai Mangong's body tremble suddenly condensed from the house. This breath was so strong that it made Guitai Mangong's scalp numb and he could not move. His pupils shrank, and in front of his eyes
Everything he saw was beyond his knowledge and imagination, making him seem to have forgotten to breathe.
He saw that in front of the old man Guifang, there was a translucent hand, tightly pinching Guifang's neck, and lifting his body from the ground. Gradually, as Guifang struggled, he seemed to
He has lost all his cultivation. He is like an ordinary old man, without the slightest resistance.
But Mo Shan knows that he is not the strongest person in the Guitai tribe. The real strongest person is Guifang! Although Guifang is already dying, he is killed slowly like a mortal. This kind of thing,
The cultivation required was beyond the imagination of Mo Shan.
His mind trembled, and he stared at all this blankly. He slowly saw a translucent person wearing an emperor's robe, completely appearing in front of Guifang. The appearance of this person did not cause any turmoil, nor did it cause any trouble.
The color of the world changed, but there was a fear that made Mo Shan suffocate, rushing towards his face.
At this moment, he has become an ant, and the translucent man wearing imperial robes and crown in front of him can be shattered to pieces with just one look.
Time has only passed a few breaths, but these few breaths are as long as eternity to Mo Shan. He looked at the translucent figure, pinched Guifang's neck, and let go of his hand. He seemed to watch.
Take a look for yourself.
The sight of this gaze made Mo Shan's heart roar. His eyes went blank. He didn't know how much time had passed. When he woke up, the house was silent. There was no sound, only the dead body on the ground.
It seems to tell the truth of that scene.
Mo Shan was trembling, looking at Guifang's body, his last words before his death echoed in his mind.
"I saw something I shouldn't have seen... Remember, never provoke that person named Su Ming... Don't... provoke him..."
Mo Shan, the barbarian from Guitai, trembled. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He knew that in his entire life, he would never forget the scene before Guifang's death and the look that the translucent figure with the imperial crown looked at him.
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"What did he see...who is he..." The two him represented two people, Moshan was silent.
He was silent and did not notice that in the Guitai City under the snowfield and outside the towering tower, there was a breeze blowing... This wind came from the cold weather.
There are very few rumors in this world that cannot be spread, and there are very few rumors that cannot be dissipated. The matter of the ninth peak coming out and breaking into the northern Xinjiang gradually spread in this short period of time.
Some people were shocked, some were angry, some didn't believe it, and some laughed at it.
But no matter what, among the many rumors about the Ninth Peak over the years, there has been one more. Their lives are still the same. The eldest brother is in seclusion, and the second brother is planting flowers and plants. During the day, the sun shines on the side of his face, smiling gently.
, like a ghost shadow at night, looking for the darkness of the night.
As for Hu Zi, with those 10,000 jars of fine wine, he was grinning and giggling all day long, drunk and dreamy, and even his favorite peeping had not been done for several days.
Here, Su Ming is still copying the extremely fast second form, controlling the arrangement of the God General's armor, tempering his body, and making final preparations for Tianlan's witch hunt.
Zi Che's injury has improved. As for Zhuo Ge, Su Ming asked Zi Che to take his head to the first peak and send it to Sima Xin's cave.
In fact, Su Ming always had a question. This question was not directed at Sima Xin, but at the second senior brother, but he did not ask. Maybe the second senior brother had his own secrets and was unable to help Zi Che heal his injuries in advance.
Bai Su here, after coming back, rarely came to look for Su Ming for half a month, as if she encountered something hesitant and needed some time to think things through.
Until half a month later, when she came again, Su Ming saw more traces of Bai Ling on her body.
Bai Su returned to her previous personality, unruly and willful, and sometimes wanted to tease Su Ming, but the price she paid each time was often the hang-up in the air that she had become accustomed to.
Time is passing slowly like this, and there are only less than two months left before the Tianlan Witch Hunting War! In these last two months, even Su Ming, who has not left the mountain, can feel a sense of depression hanging over him.
In Tianhan Sect, it is like the silence before the storm.
Until that day, when Zi Che came back from his trip, he brought an invitation to Su Ming.
That invitation was from an auction held by the largest department nearby. This auction will be the largest one within the Tianhan Sect before the war!
The organizer is not the people from Tianhan, but the Haidong Sect! This is a convention, a convention that only occurs once in a hundred years. At this moment, many people in the Haidong Sect will receive orders.
Nearby, there is the same invitation for a large-scale auction held by the Tianhan Sect.
Su Ming wasn't too interested in this kind of auction until he saw one of the auction items marked on the invitation that made his heart skip a beat!
A complete cauldron for refining medicinal stones!!
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This chapter is 2,000 words long. I really couldn’t write anymore. I was so dizzy that I was already confused. But I completed four chapters. Even if there was a difference of 1,000 words, I still completed four chapters. I tried my best.
For a full 10 hours, I am eager for your monthly pass, very eager!! (To be continued)