"Why do you want to be a mouse living in a dark alley?"
"You have 600,000 White Wolf troops in your hands! What are you afraid of him doing?"
"It doesn't matter whether he splits the earth and becomes a king or drives his troops to the west! Isn't there room for our father and son in this world?"
The young man kicked the expensive porcelain to the ground and looked angrily at the man sitting in front of the desk.
The man lowered his head and held a book in his hand that the boy knew the man could never understand.
The man did not raise his head, but responded quietly: "The reason why the White Wolf Army is invincible in the Western Region is because the Liao people want to seize their land and rob their women. But if one day, they raise a butcher knife towards their own people, six hundred thousand white wolves will be killed."
The army is no longer a white wolf..."
"The white wolf will never show its fangs to Wuyang people."
"Then I will go to the Western Region with you! If our father and son die together, we will die together!" the young man said angrily.
The man finally put down the book in his hand and looked up at the young man: "Your mother believes in Buddhism."
"She felt that I had killed too much in my life, so she fasted and chanted Buddha's name, hoping to redeem some of my killing karma."
"She often said that everyone comes to this world for a reason and has a path he should take."
"I've finished my journey, so I can die. Little bastard, if you haven't started yet, if you dare to die, I'll break your legs when you come to the underworld."
"Stop nagging at me! I don't understand what you are talking about!" the young man said angrily.
The man stepped forward and grabbed the boy's ear. The pain made him grin and said, "Then stay alive. You will find a way if you stay alive!"
…
Li Danqing, who had reached such a height in an instant, had to face the more violent solar storm. The power of the oncoming scorching sun burned Li Danqing's whole body. His head was in a trance, and countless pictures flashed through his mind.
.
When the violent solar storm subsided, Li Danqing finally got a chance to breathe.
His clothes were riddled with holes in the scorching sun. He was breathing heavily and his mind was a little blurry.
Li Danqing took a few deep breaths. He looked back at Zhang Qian, who had been forced to retreat steadily by the three people from the Fu Jian tribe. He gritted his teeth and stuffed the cornerstone of the holy mountain into his arms.
said in a deep voice.
"Old guy, I won't give you the chance to break my legs."
After saying this, his mind became determined and he began to absorb the brilliance of the blazing sun and stars.
He had to seize this opportunity. His cultivation was not enough to support him to move forward. He had to take advantage of Zhang Qian to hold back Fu Jian and the others, improve his cultivation as much as possible, and open more doors.
Only by tapping the acupuncture points can you gain a glimmer of hope.
Of course, although Prince Li didn't want to admit it, he still hoped in his heart that he would not let down Zhang Qian's trust...
Standing so close to Haoyang Peak, the scorching sun storm that needs to be faced is extremely fierce. It is also extremely dangerous to escape the scorching sun starlight from such a situation.
If you are not careful and absorb too much of the blazing sun and stars, you will easily be counterattacked by this violent force.
And in the process, Li Danqing also found his mind to resist the scorching sun storm that might come at any time.
But in contrast to the danger, the blazing starlight here is extremely pure, and the power of blood transformed from it is also stronger, and the benefit it brings to practice is several times stronger than before.
…
Four hundred and twenty-sixth...
Four hundred and twenty-seven...
The acupoints in Li Danqing's body moved one after another.
The Tao was opened, and his ability to resist the scorching sun storm became much stronger. He tried to take a step forward. Although every step he took, he had to spend a lot of time to open two or three
Dao Meridian Sect, but such progress still makes Ran Ying and the others feel the crisis.
The offensive they launched against Zhang Prisoner became more and more fierce, but Zhang Prisoner, who was counterattacked by the blazing sun starlight, although he was covered in wounds and was as angry as a gossamer, could stand up again after falling down, again and again.
Once, it seemed like he could never be knocked down.
The offensive of Fu Jian and the others became more and more fierce, but in addition to the fierceness, there was also an impatience visible to the naked eye.
They want to kill Zhang Prisoner, want to catch up with Li Danqing, and want to stop everything in front of them...
Six hundred and forty-five...
Six hundred and forty-six...
The acupuncture points in Li Danqing's body are still being opened, his steps are becoming more determined, and the distance from Haoyang Ding is also constantly shortened.
At this moment, Li Danqing was only about twenty steps away from Haoyang Peak, but the three members of the Fu Jian tribe were blocked by Zhang Qian, who was still more than three hundred steps away.
Getting anxious.
Zhang Qian, who staggered to his feet again, was no longer human at this moment. He was covered in blood and his skin was covered in burnt black color.
He used his spiritual power to protect his heart, and stood up again and again with one breath, until the spiritual power in his body was exhausted...
"Xingwo Yangshan..."
"Burn my flames..."
He murmured these two words as if dreaming, and once again stood in front of Fu Jian and the others.
Swaying like a candle in the wind.
Resolute and determined, but also like an indestructible mountain.
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At the foot of Yangshan Mountain, Zhao Quan set up a desk and sat there leisurely, drinking and pouring himself a glass of wine. Next to him, Ying Li looked gloomy. He had been imprisoned here for thirteen days by Zhao Quan in the name of protection.
scene……
This was a great shame and humiliation for Ying Li.
He looked at Zhao Quan who was sitting there, chatting about the past, and said in a cold voice: "Dean Zhao, just have a few more drinks. In two days, you have to get out of Yangshan. As for whether you want to
If you want to stay alive, it depends on my mood!"
Zhao Quan, who was still drunk, turned his head and squinted at Ying Li behind him, and asked with a smile: "Master Ying, are you afraid of death?"
His tone was low, with an inexplicable smell that made Ying Li's face turn cold, and he said in a deep voice: "If you kill me, my father..."
"It seems that he is afraid." Zhao Quan interrupted his harsh and cowardly words, smiled contemptuously, and no longer had the temper to talk to him, and turned his head again to drink a glass of wine.
"Don't mess with someone who doesn't care about life and death. Zhao has ten thousand reasons to kill you. If you are afraid of death, you'd better shut up."
When Zhao Quan said these words, Ying Li, who looked gloomy, was stunned for a moment, but he still stopped talking at that time.
Zhao Quan, who felt this, didn't look very proud. He just smiled bitterly and murmured: "I never expected that my dignified Yangshan would be destroyed in the hands of a coward like Mr. Ying."
After saying this, Zhao Quan poured himself another glass of wine and raised his glass to drink.
"Senior Brother Zhao, a smart man like him, knows that there are things that cannot be done, so why do he still follow that Prince Li to make mischief?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came.
Zhao Quan was stunned. He looked up and saw four figures arriving in front of him at some point.
The leaders were Wang Juetong and Bai Sushui, followed by Wang Xiaoxiao and Bai Zhiluo, but the two
The younger generation all lowered their heads, moved stiffly, and had numb expressions on their faces.
"I heard that Junior Brother Wang and his nephew are preparing to leave Yangshan. Why are they leaving and coming back?" Zhao Quan's other hand held the long sword on the side without leaving any trace, but his face was still drunk and hazy.
He looked at Bai Sushui with a smile and asked: "Junior sister Bai is here too? Doesn't she want to save Mr. Ying from the sea of misery?"
Before Bai Sushui could respond to this question, Ying Li's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and his eyes suddenly became warm when he looked at Bai Sushui.
But Bai Sushui just stood there, looking at her nose, nose and heart, turning a blind eye to the gaze from Ying Li, whom she had tried her best to please in the past.
Wang Juetong also did not respond to Zhao Quan's question. He just sat on the opposite side of Zhao Quan, poured himself a glass of wine, raised it and looked at Zhao Quan, and asked with a half-smile: "
Senior Brother Zhao, how long has it been since we drank at the same table like this?"
After hearing this, Zhao Quan was stunned again, his face looked a little dazed at that moment, and then he smiled and said: "Is it fifteen or six years ago?"
Wang Juetong also had a sigh on his face after hearing this, and he drank the wine in the glass: "Back then, you and I, plus Senior Brother Sun and Junior Brother Zhang, the four of us drank and had a good time, but those days will never go away again.
Returned..."
Hearing Wang Juetong mention this matter, Zhao Quan's vigilance also subsided a bit.
"People will eventually drift away. In the past, we thought it was an exception, but later we discovered that no one is an exception." Zhao Quan sighed and said this.
"yes."
"Senior Brother Sun is dead..." Wang Juetong responded, "Junior Brother Zhang should be dying now..."
When Wang Juetong said these words, Zhao Quan trembled, his eyes widened, and he looked straight at Wang Juetong, one hand subconsciously clenched the sword beside him, but at this moment, he
Suddenly, I found that my body seemed to be controlled by some invisible force and I couldn't move.
With a look of horror on his face, he looked straight at Wang Juetong. Wang Juetong's eyes turned red and two lines of tears fell silently.
"Don't ask why..."
"The truth is far crueler than you think."
"Everyone has their own path to take. Juetong is just doing what he should do."
Seemingly guessing what Zhao Quan wanted to say, Wang Juetong stopped him. He stretched out his hand and gently pointed at Zhao Quan's eyebrows. The expression on Zhao Quan's face froze at that moment, with fear and doubt in his eyes.
His confusion and confusion immediately disappeared, his pupils were dilated, and the hand holding the sword hilt dropped weakly.
A cold breath immediately spread out and swept across the entire place. The disciples who were guarding outside the gate of Yangshan Mountain had almost no chance to react.
As he went down, streaks of bloody breath were pulled out and poured into Wang Juetong's body.
Ying Li, who thought he was waiting for a savior, turned pale when he saw this. He turned around and wanted to run away. Bai Sushui beside Wang Juetong stretched out his hand and was about to kill her, but Wang Juetong stretched out his hand to stop her.
"Keep him."
"After all, the Ying family is the main reason why we destroyed Yangshan. Keeping him will probably be of use in the future."
Hearing this, Bai Sushui nodded respectfully and withdrew his hand.
At this moment, Wang Juetong stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, stepped towards the Starry Gate and said, "Let's go."