Lin Ji's right hand pointed in the direction of the city gate, and then his fingertips slowly moved down the central street, and continued: "The root of the formation continues to our feet, but it diverges through the city wall, and then returns from all the caves in the inner and outer cities. This great array really looked like a huge spell that was extremely complicated. This spell is made up of countless runes, and with a single opening of the eyes, this vast spell will be activated to protect the majestic city and its inhabitants. ”

Ling Lu looked at the dense buildings in Canghai City, and looked at the crowd that was busy like ants. Listening to Lin Ji's words, the admiration and awe were indescribable.

It took Ling Lu a long time to suppress the excitement in his heart, looked at the Xiongcheng in front of him and muttered, "Once this big array is opened. I don't know what kind of picture it will be, the clouds will cover the sky or the earth will shake the mountains and the city will not move......"

"Nobody knows what that picture will look like, and I'm sure even the designer doesn't. And they won't want to know, and I don't want to know. ”

Lin Ji looked at him with a serious expression and said: "The activation of the Demon Suppression Great Array means that Canghai City is about to break the city, if it comes to that day, it can only mean that our gate has reached the brink of destruction." ”

Ling Lu suddenly thought of a key question, looked at Lin Ji and said seriously, "Then how to open this big array?"

Lin Ji said calmly: "I'll open it, of course it can only be me." ”

Lin Ji is too heavy! Ling Lu called a team of Lin family troops who were patrolling the city and carried Lin Ji back to the Hou Mansion.

The atmosphere in Canghai City became more and more tense. Standing on top of the city tower, the Lin family army could even clearly see the troops in the coalition camp in the distance.

The huge siege equipment has been damaged a lot due to the previous siege failures, but they are all resting in a hurry.

And since that day, the coalition forces have not sent a single scout to the vicinity of Canghai City.

Although it didn't seem like a problem, everyone knew that it was the quiet before the storm.

There was a man standing in front of the coalition camp, a monk!

The reason why the guards can be sure that this person is a monk is because that person is still wearing a monk robe of Putuo Temple at this time, but he does not look like a monk at all, because long snow-white hair has grown on the top of his head.

He only paused at the gate of the camp and continued to walk towards the camp.

The guards hesitated to stop the unknown old monk, but by the time they took up their weapons and prepared to meet them, the old monk's figure had disappeared without a trace.

The two guards looked at each other, and after making sure that they were not dazzled, they became at a loss for a moment.

The next moment, the old monk appeared in front of the empress's camp.

The camp suddenly became a pot of porridge, but the door of the camp was opened for the old monk at this time.

The old monk slowly approached the camp.

About half an hour passed. The old monk walked out of the camp, and the empress got up to see him off, walked side by side, and talked very happily.

No one, not even Huo Cheng, who is the commander of the coalition forces, doesn't know what the two are talking about.

The pace of spring has not moved forward for some reason, the weather in early spring has been repeated, there is always a feeling of cold, the climate that has entered spring at this time in previous years has become very different this year, and it is not still snowflakes.

Although most of these snowflakes turn into snow after a few moments of falling to the ground, the visual coldness still gives people a little bit of trepidation. However, the snow does not seem to be the same as the previous light snow, but it is getting heavier and heavier. So big that a layer of white snowflakes has accumulated on the ground.

Snowflakes continue to fall.

A few lashes fluttered out.

Lin Ji's face was extremely pale, but there was a flush on his cheeks, which looked extremely unhealthy.

His expression was calm. In fact, I was anxious and exhausted to the extreme. He's thinking about things, thinking about what's next.

The night receded, and the morning light came.

The streets and tiles of the city. It's covered with snow, so it's clean and clean.

Last night the wind came from the north, and the south of the city was quiet.

Because there is no interference from the cold wind. The southern wall was covered with a light layer of snow.

It looks like a white curtain.

Suddenly.

In the light snow of the city wall, a footprint appeared.

It is about a few dozen feet above the ground, and goshawks can build nests. People can't get there, but they have one more footprint.

Instantly, hundreds of feet away from the city wall was covered in thin snow. There was one more footprint.

The eagle was awakened by the sound of footsteps on the city walls. It looked warily into the distant sky. Apparently, the footprints were on the city wall.

And it looked into the air. On the head of the endless sea city. I can't see people. Only footprints can be seen. It is like the traces left by the immortals in the world.

The footprints gradually reached the north gate. In the light snowflakes, a touch of monk's robe appeared. The person who came appeared in shape.

Suddenly, a giant sword appeared in the snow.

Slashed at the back of the old monk's head. The old monk waved the staff in his hand. The sword meets the staff. There was a loud bang. The sound is melodious and loud.

Canghai City woke up to this loud noise.

The thin snow covered with the southern city wall, which is more than ten miles long, is falling in a row.

Revealing the black color of the city walls.

There was a lot of snow under the walls.

Like a falling curtain. piled up in one place.

The snow fell like a curtain and fell under the city wall, creating a snow line about half a man high in front of the north gate. A tall cultivator came here at some point, standing silently in front of the snow line.

His expression is still serene, and he still gives people a very clean feeling from the inside out. The snow is falling slowly.

He looked at the old monk and said, "Have you practiced the heart mantra?"

The old monk looked at him and said, "Naturally, I am invincible in the world. ”

Nangong Han said: "Are you sure?"

The old monk said: "At least there is an immortal mountain that can't stop me now." ”

Nangong Han asked, "You reached an agreement with the empress?"

The old monk looked at Nangong Han in front of the snow line, did not answer Nangong Han's question head-on, and said: "This snow line can't stop me, and there are immortal mountains that can't stop me." Kill you, kill Lin Ji, and it's all over. ”

After saying this. He walked towards the city of Canghai.

At the same time, the shouts of the coalition army sounded in front of the South City Gate.

Nangong Han looked at Nanfang and frowned slightly.

The official road outside the north gate is covered with a light layer of snow. The old monk stopped when his right foot had just hit the ground and had not even left a mark on the shallow snow.

He only took one step. More precisely, he only took half a step.

The old monk looked down at the ground.

He wears cloth shoes.

There is a very thin red thread on the front of the cloth shoe.

He looked at the red line and frowned slightly.

He then retracted his right foot and stood back in the same place.

The old monk looked at this red thread and suddenly laughed.

"The descendants of the Zhuge family? It's a bit interesting!!"

He stood quietly in front of this red line, waiting for the next step of Youxian Mountain.

Nangong Han took a step forward and disappeared in the light snow.

Since he couldn't see it, he didn't do anything, just waited quietly, waiting for Nangong Han to attack him.

A thin piece of snow had just fallen down the black city wall and fell on the old monk outside the city.

With this snow falling. And a greatsword.

The giant sword broke through the wind silently, and even the obstructive and uncomfortable aura between heaven and earth was not affected in any way. Following the flow of wind and snow in nature, there is no trace to follow.

The old monk's eyes lit up slightly.

The staff pierced through the wind and snow, and in the seemingly empty snow, it hit the giant sword.

This is the second encounter between sword and development after coming to Canghai City.

Completely different from the shocking picture of the first encounter, when the city was covered with snow like a curtain, this time the encounter between the sword and the staff seemed so peaceful and gentle, like snow falling into a lake, which would not melt.

The sword and the staff met in the air, at a point, still, and in the space around that point, everything stopped, whether it was the wind or the snow.

The snowflakes no longer fall, they are still in the air, and the picture looks particularly eerie, and then the snowflakes shatter, starting from the edges and crumbling to the center of the snowflakes, breaking into the tiniest powder.

The powdery snow fell one after another, sprinkling on the two people's bodies.

There were countless cracks on Nangong Han's robe, and blood flowed out.

Wind and snow rose from the ground, blowing around his body, like a pair of invisible wings, pushing his body, like drifting snow, retreating into Canghai City.

The old monk did not hesitate, waved his long sleeves, rolled up a thousand layers of snow, and it was like a flowing cloud.