In the quiet pavilion, the old man wearing white robes opened his eyes, and the cage that seemed to have been in darkness forever was instantly lit up by the radiance of Haotian.
"He's getting stronger."
The guard of the Adjudication Department who was guarding the You Pavilion looked startled. The reason why he was imprisoned in You Pavilion was that he discovered the traces of the son of Pluto. Later, he and some official forces in the Tang Dynasty designed a family extermination case to kill the son of Pluto.
fell, but the son of Pluto did not die afterwards.
The headmaster was also angry because of this. In order to calm down Tang Guo's anger, he locked him in the Youge, but everyone knew that the Youge could not trap him.
"Master God said that the son of Hades has become stronger, then he..."
A dense sound of shattering porcelain interrupted the guard's thoughts, and he saw that the thick fence of Youge, which had been blessed by an unknown number of Talisman masters, cracked into fine lines under the divine brilliance of Haotian.
Just when he was about to report to the High Priest of Judgment, the fences began to break apart, and the High Priest of Light appeared in front of him.
"Lord God." The guard saluted hurriedly.
The Great Priest of Guangming nodded, and then turned into a ray of divine light and flew out of the You Pavilion.
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The small trees on the snow cliffs have bloomed many delicate flower buds. They are trembling slightly, as if they are fighting against the extremely cold air in Tianqi Mountain.
A cold wind carrying snow blew on Long Qing's body. Long Qing opened his eyes, the cold wind and snow flakes disappeared, and a bright peach blossom bloomed and fell from the tree.
Long Qing stretched out his hand to hold the peach blossom, gently caressing the pink petals and light yellow stamens. His eyes were full of tenderness, as if he had seen his beloved woman.
Ning Que frowned. The world of ice and snow in front of him was slowly merging with the original world, and the sword-dancing figure was gradually disappearing. He knew that the principles left by the twelfth senior brother would disappear, but he
There are no signs of breaking through yet.
"After one night, Long Qing has opened the door to knowing his fate, but Ning Que has yet to take that step. Mr. Twelve, he is going to lose."
Ye Hongyu only exchanged one sentence with Ning Que. She didn't have any so-called dislike for Ning Que, and of course, she didn't have a good impression of him either.
But for some reason, she really wanted to see how upset Ye Chao would look after Ning Que lost.
Ye Chao looked at Ye Hongyu and sighed, shook his head and said: "Someone once said that it is difficult to raise a villain and a woman. I have always disliked this sentence, but now I find that this sentence seems a little bit...
reason."
Ye Hongyu's face turned very cold, and she realized that no matter how she tried to irritate Mr. Twelve, she would always be the one who was irritated in the end.
Holding the hilt of the sword tightly, she silently looked at the second peach blossom blooming on the snow cliff.
At this time, Ye Chao turned to look at Mo Shanshan, who had been silent, and said, "Of course, my little Shanshan is not like some people and is not within the scope of that sentence."
Ye Hongyu couldn't bear the anger anymore and drew his sword and pointed it at Ye Chao.
Ye Chao ducked away, and then flashed behind Mo Shanshan. He chuckled and said, "Look, you're here again. I didn't say someone was you."
Seeing Ye Chao do this, Ye Hongyu gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to fight and took back his sword.
"You are so...shameless!"
Then Ye Chao walked out from behind Mo Shanshan and said, "Miss Taoist, what you said just now is actually wrong. My junior brother has already broken through the realm, but it's just because he is understanding the talisman that Yan Se left for him.
, that’s why we haven’t been able to break through, now you can see.”
After hearing this, Ye Hongyu looked towards the rock where Ning Que was sitting, and saw a huge and abstract word "two" floating above Ning Que's head. At this time, his realm had already reached the cave.
The little sparrow and the big black one on the side seemed to sense something unusual and looked towards that place.
Only Mo Shanshan lowered his head, his thin mouth pursed, and a cute red color appeared on his face again.
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Long Qing's hand stroking the peach blossoms stopped and he looked at Ning Que in astonishment. How could he break through?
Mr. Twelve from the academy must have helped him! Otherwise, how could a person with only ten orifices in the Qi Sea and Snow Mountains break through the realm so easily?
The emotions of unwillingness and anger were like a bunch of fire falling on a dry firewood soaked in kerosene, burning instantly in his heart, and his bright and transparent eyes even became bloodshot.
If an eagle has its pride trampled on by tiny ants twice in a row, that eagle will definitely go crazy.
Long Qing seemed to have seen the scene when he killed the old woman in the desert for the first time. He remembered that she had no fear at that time. She just watched him coldly stabbing her forehead with his sword, and then angrily chopped off her head and limbs.
Underneath, the white Taoist robe was soaked with dirty blood.
Why are you not afraid? Why can you break through the situation before me?
Two voices echoed in his heart, destroying his remaining sanity.
"Since you don't repent, then go and die."
The ice entrenched around Long Qing began to crack, and then was blessed by some kind of supernatural power and appeared in the sky.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew up, and a bright peach blossom bloomed from it.
In an instant, the peach blossoms melted into thousands of ice blades, and in another instant, they seemed to cut through the space and came to Ning Que who was standing on the rock.
Long Qing has been enjoying the highest standard of training in the Xiling Temple since he began to practice Taoism. Although he has not completely broken through to Zhiming at this moment, the power of that move is no less than the full blow of a practitioner in the ordinary world.
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From the moment Ning Que broke through the realm and entered the cave, he watched Long Qing carefully. He didn't think that Long Qing, who could survive Chaimen's illusion like him, was a truly bright person, and he didn't think that Long Qing had pride written on his face.
Those who go up will lose their proud capital.
Also based on certain habits he had developed in extreme environments since childhood, he did not entrust his life and death to Ye Chao, who was watching from the side.
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Ning Que, who had experienced countless lives and deaths, judged that the attack must be something he could not avoid. Without hesitation, he opened the big black umbrella behind him and held it in front of him.
It was at this moment that thousands of ice blade fragments hit the big black umbrella.
I saw a cloud of dark smoke emitting from the umbrella, and those sharp ice blades that could cut through the space fell, just like countless flying leaves falling to the ground and being swallowed by the boundless black mire.
However, although the big black umbrella is magical, it cannot completely block the power contained in the ice blades.
Ning Que's hands were trembling like bowstrings, the tiger's mouth was already cracked, and blood flowed down the umbrella handle, dyeing the clothes on his chest red.
A peach blossom quietly bloomed between the ice blades. The umbrella surface of the big black umbrella seemed to be unable to withstand the huge force generated by the condensation of the peach blossoms and dented. At this time, Ning Que loosened his grip on the umbrella handle, and the umbrella handle hit the
on his chest.
The heavy force knocked him over, and the peach blossom came to his chest.
(Last night, I opened Lazy Man’s Listening Book and clicked on Beiming Audio Host’s I Have an Adventure House. Then I was fascinated. I listened to it until nine o’clock this morning, a full twelve hours. Then I ate some food and slept until four o’clock in the afternoon, then got up.
I started typing, but the result was that I was not in good condition. I have forced myself to type two chapters until now. I admit that I slacked off today. I’m sorry for all the book friends. I promise that I won’t do it again tomorrow. However, I still recommend you to listen to it. It’s so cool. Friendly reminder.