The gloomy sky wept bitterly, and the rain washed away the cold blood and endless ruins in the ruins of the mountain. There seems to be the sound of reading books on the mountain, and the memories of the academy seem to emerge in the heavy rain.

On the lonely mountain road, there is a holy horse of the Flowing Color Flying Pavilion and quietly descends the mountain.

The nine figures carrying the holy sage, their footsteps on the mountain road were very light, as if they didn't want to disturb the Daomen Holy Land sleeping in this heavy rain!

The saint entered the city of Bodhi.

The people of the city, who did not know what had happened, gathered on both sides of the street or in the gates and pavilions of the city tower with umbrellas, pointing to the mountain that had been silent since then, as if wondering why the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree towering into the sky could no longer be seen.

The Holy Bowl walked silently through the main street, whether it was the Twelve Stars of the Heavenly Passage carrying the Holy Bowl or the Tsing Yi Taoist sitting in the azure curtain, they ignored the curious eyes and discussions of the surrounding people.

The matter of the Tiandong Statue and the Twelve Stars of the Heavenly Heavens destroying the Academy seems to be an understatement, but in fact, there are many pairs of eyes staring at it in this world. The truth will eventually become a conversation between the people in the city and the people of the world, or when the sun rises in the rising sun, or when the rain stops, it is destined to be impossible to hide, and Tiandong will naturally not block the world's mouths because of this......

The saint drove out of Bodhi City.

The saint walked on the rain-washed official road.

The twelve stars shrank into inches under their feet, and their bodies were not stained with half a drop of rain, and they were twenty miles away from Bodhi City in an instant.

The saint walked quietly in the woods.

A gray carriage approached.

The horse pulling the cart was as fast as a beast galloping in the rain, and like an eagle catching its prey, and the carriage leaped over a distance of a hundred feet and rushed towards the holy chariot.

The Twelve Stars of the Heavenly Heavens are naturally not ordinary sedan chair drivers, and they are already vigilant at the first sight of this gray and strange carriage, how can they easily alarm the master in the holy chariot.

The carriage did not hit the holy chariot, because a meter in front of those unusual palanquin drivers, the carriage and the horse collided with an invisible spatial boundary wall and shattered into slag in an instant.

After the carriage shattered, an unusual black cloud rolled into the sky.

The black clouds rolled up, and it took only a moment from the appearance to the obscuration of the sky in the forest.

In an instant, the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, and the wind couldn't blow in, and the rain couldn't penetrate.

The Twelve Stars of the Heavenly Heavens suddenly stopped, vigilant all around.

The Tsing Yi Daoist in the Holy Bowl also opened the deep eyes of the changing galaxy.

Two huge lantern-like eyes appeared in the black clouds that covered the sky and the sun and the thunder, and those huge eyes transmitted two terrifying beams of light, with scarlet and hideous, like ancient awakened gods and monsters.

The eyes were staring at the figure in the holy bowl.

"Demons, punishments, heavens!"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi looked at the terrifying bloody eyes in the dark sky, then frowned, muttering in a voice that only he could hear.

Chen Sheng, a Taoist in Tsing Yi, said three words.

Three words that have not been mentioned for 500 years.

Then the statue of the god in Tsing Yi from Tiandong in the Holy Bowl was swept away by the black clouds that covered the sky and the sun, and dissipated without a trace.

The black curtain faded from the sky at an indescribable speed, the wind blew, the rain continued to drip on the forest land, and the color on the surface of the twelve stars on the official road was indescribably stunned.

Although the Tsing Yi Taoist is very light, as light as a feather.

Although the breath of the Taoist in Tsing Yi is subtle, it is so subtle that even the breath is integrated with heaven and earth.

But as a disciple of the Tiandong Divine Statue, even if he didn't have to turn his head, he could feel that the holy bowl carried by the nine people was empty!

"Who is it?"

The nine figures looked at each other.

There was shock in his eyes, with a little anxiety.

They really can't think of anyone else who has such a mysterious method that comes and goes without a trace. What's even more unbelievable is that that inexplicable and weird black cloud is actually unscrupulously provoking the Holy Lord under the noses of the Eight Hundred Heavenly Sects of the Heavenly East Twelve Stars!

The Nine-Star Heavenly Machine, which was as warm as jade, looked around and sighed in his heart.

He knew that in the Three Thousand Worlds and the Forgetful River, the Holy Lord who was entangled by Dean Zhuang and the Smokekeeper had suffered some dark injuries one after another, and although it was not a big problem, it was a lot of loss.

The strange black cloud that was able to invade and provoke the Holy Lord without them noticing, it was obviously an existence that was no less than the Tiandong Divine Statue and even the cultivation had to be in the Divine Guidance Realm.

A saint who appeared with a black cloud!

With the means of calculating the heavenly opportunities, the Nine Star Heavenly Machine, who could not find the slightest suspicious trace in the rain curtain and the mountains and forests in all directions, suddenly jumped out of his mind. Thinking of the serious injury of the Wuxiang Dao Sect on the first day of the academy a few years ago, he said the name without thinking.

"Bai Zhiqiu!"

"Demon Gate Master?"

"That's the Demon Skill Demon Punishing Heaven?"

This name entered the ears of the other eight brothers.

It was a complete realization!

The nine Tiandong masters were about to leave for the Demon Gate Two Realms Mountain to verify their conjectures, but suddenly there were a few cheerful and exquisite voices of women in the forest.

The nine of them followed the prestige together.

A remnant wind howled.

After the remnant wind, there were a few more non-existent figures in the forest not far away.

Those figures gathered together is a quiet painting, a painting that is not disturbed by wind and rain.

In the painting, two bepleasing women snuggle up in the arms of a skinny and bevelous man, enjoying the joy brought by the rough palms that swim up and down on their bodies when they grasp the warm breasts and peaks.

In the painting, there is an old man playing chess under the tree. On the lawn lay beggars drinking wine.

While the beggar was drinking, his eyes were fixed on the freak at the top of the tree, who always used a dagger to trim his nails and said nothing.

Seven people in the painting.

The seven figures who seem to be quite leisurely and indulgent in their desire to catch joy form a picture that is not in harmony with this heavy rainy weather, in front of the twelve stars of the heavens.

The nine-star heavenly machine with a bit of suspicion in his timbre: "It's you?"

After the Heavenly East Holy Lord and the strange black clouds dissipated, the seven great quicksand from the Emperor Alliance, which had rarely appeared, suddenly appeared here, blocking the way of the Twelve Stars of the Heavenly Heavens.

This move has to make people think deeply!

You must know that in the battle of the Demon Gate five hundred years ago, it was the Emperor Alliance of the Emperor Yutian who was the first to break into the Two Realms Mountain. In this way, there is no common enmity between the Emperor Alliance and the remnants of the Demon Gate, how can the seven quicksands today help Bai Zhiqiu, the master of the Demon Gate who came from the black clouds?

Rao is a celestial star, and he can't understand the hidden secret!

Kui Xing Tianlong opened his eyes angrily and continued: "No matter what kind of deal there is between the Emperor Alliance and Bai Zhiqiu, and don't talk about the victory or defeat between Bai Zhiqiu and my Heavenly East Holy Lord, just say that there are only seven quicksands in the other places, how can they stop me from going to the Twelve Stars?"

Behind the Celestial Dragon Star, the eight figures, including the Nine-Star Celestial Machine, stepped forward together, and the nine Celestial Stars stood side by side. Looking at that formation, it seems that he wants to fight with the seven quicksands of the Emperor's Alliance.

"The seven of them will not be able to stop the twelve stars of the heavens. ”

"I don't know what about adding me and the other three?"

It was raining in the sky.

Heavy rain knocked down the official road in the forest.

The bean-sized raindrops fell into the puddle and caused a slight ripple, and three vague shadows swayed in the ripples.

Three figures appeared strangely from the raindrops.

A green robe, a purple robe, and a black robe.

After the appearance of the three figures whose faces could not be seen clearly, it seemed that the seven quicksand figures in the painting gathered one after another, waiting respectfully behind the three figures in wide robes.

That day, Long Xing's brows furrowed slightly: "Sandu Sect Master!"

......

In the mountains and jungles behind Bodhi, three figures, one in front and two behind, jumped like a spirit ape in the heavy rain and swept between the steep cliffs.

Luo Changfeng, who didn't know what the situation was in the Academy on the mountain, left the carriage a few miles away, and then unfolded his body and swept over. They did not take the main entrance of the academy to climb the mountain, but to avoid hearing and seeing, they went around the back mountain to climb dangerous peaks.

The steep cliffs behind the academy are extremely difficult for ordinary cultivators to climb, but Luo Changfeng, Ying Tian, and Yi Hongxuan have all reached the realm of the Yuan Shen and also practiced the word doorway, although they can't jump directly like the powerhouses of the Spirit Realm, as long as they find a few places to settle down and borrow their strength, it is not a problem to climb the mountain behind the academy.

On the back mountain road where gravel chips and flowers were messy, Luo Changfeng unfolded his body and rushed in the heavy rain. In his heart, he even threw Ying Tian and the others far away, but as he got closer and closer to the academy, he began to become more and more timid.

Because the back mountains I saw along the way are no longer familiar in my memory...... Because in the midst of this miserable rainstorm, he smelled a thicker and thicker blood.

There was a muffled thunder and a flash of lightning.

Luo Changfeng's figure, which had already been wet by the rain, fell from the sky.

He jumped into the academy and made a large splash of water under his feet.

Luo Changfeng still maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee when he landed, and the torrential rain hit him the back, like a punishment.

After a long time, he finally raised his head timidly and slowly on one knee.

Another thunderclap sounded, and Luo Changfeng seemed to have seen the tragic scene when the Luo family in Luohe County was wiped out four years ago!

Ruined walls!

Mountains of bones!

A river of blood!

Smoke fills the air!

His mind and heart were hit hard in an instant, and he stood up stupidly.

He saw that the linden tree was broken.

He saw that the library was burning.

He saw that the courtyard of the six-character gate had fallen.

He saw the Spiegel collapse.

He saw that the quiet paths and pavilions were buried by rocks and corpses.

He saw that the peach blossom forest had withered, and countless flower branches had broken.

He couldn't see the end, because the end he saw was endless ruins!

Qi and blood surged suddenly, and there was a stinging pain in the heart, Luo Changfeng's sword eyebrows frowned, revealing a hideous and painful face, and the corners of his mouth suddenly overflowed with blood, bright red blood from his heart!

In the heavy rain, Luo Changfeng in the ruins ran wildly.

He ran only ten meters away before he tripped over the corpse of his fellow college student and fell to the ground.

His head hit the crumbs and his forehead was bloody.

When he looked up, he saw the dead eyes of a classmate.

He sat back in fear.

He looked flustered and stared blank, like a madman.

He kept repeating, "No, it can't be...... It couldn't be ......."

He struggled to get up from the ground.

He was running like crazy again, and he fell again.

He didn't know how many times he fell, and every time he got up from the ground, there would be more blood marks on his body.

From the outer courtyard to the inner courtyard, he no longer had much strength to run like crazy, and he began to stagger like a drunken drunkard.

He walked all the way, overturning the ruins along the way.

He saw the corpses of the academy veteran and Yan Xi under a huge stone.

He fell to his knees.

"Hehe, hehehe......"

He looked up at the faint sky and laughed stupidly.

Suddenly, his heart surged again, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Blood splattered on that desperate face, and the cold rain washed away the blood.

At this moment, in a small town a hundred miles away, Princess Ningxue's pretty little face who had just gotten into the carriage turned pale, because her heart was dripping blood.

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