On the shore of the Hulan Sea, the cold snow is covered with yellow grass, the lake is gradually frozen, and the grassland man is seizing the last time to catch fish.

The middle-aged man with a felt hat looked at the picture on the lake, silent, and on his stiff cheeks, an iron green beard gradually grew, becoming more and more powerful. A subordinate stood behind him with a respectful expression.

This Central Plains caravan has been here for a long time, and the leaders of the tribe don't know what they are waiting for here, if it is too early to wait for the leather goods at the end of summer, but no one pays attention to them when they see that this caravan has given enough silver and goods.

The subordinate looked at the ice and snow on the lake, and said in a low hesitation: "Will Tianshu really appear here?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and then said: "The Heavenly Oracle Divine Throne returned from the south, and released the news that the Book of Heaven appeared in the wasteland, presumably it was confirmed from the Lord, I heard that Li Qingshan also calculated with Huang Yang on the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda, and the Book of Heaven would appear on the shore of the Hulan Sea, it should not be wrong." ”

The subordinate frowned, thought for a moment, and then said, "My lord, my subordinate shouldn't have questioned it, but I always felt that it would be a bit risky to pin all my hopes on the edict issued by the Heavenly Oracle Divine Throne. ”

After a pause, he said softly: "Tuyang City can't keep the news hidden, if you let the imperial court know that you have left the General's Mansion without permission...... And a few days ago, it was confirmed that Lin Ling was indeed dead. ”

The middle-aged man looked at this strategist who had been loyal to him for twenty years, thinking about the subordinate who was also loyal but had died, stroked his sideburns and said slowly: "Those things will be dealt with later, the current situation is complicated, and only by taking the extravagant book can we break the situation, compared to other things, it is all idle." ”

He looked at the reckless mountain range in the north on the other side of the Great Lake, and said with a blank face: "I believe in the words of the Heavenly Oracle Divine Seat, because there are few people in this world who know that the passage out of the mountain gate is in the Hulan Sea. ”

The strategist frowned and asked, "Why don't you go into the mountain gate to find the Book of Heaven?" Even though there are many forces paying attention, there are very few people who have the ability to enter the mountain gate, and it is always more certain to wait for an opportunity than to wait passively at the moment. ”

The middle-aged man looked silently somewhere in the far north and did not answer the question.

Mr. Ke didn't take away the Book of Heaven back then, and the Book of Heaven should still be in the Holy Land.

He was reluctant to return to the mountain gate, but waited silently by the lake for an opportunity to snatch it, in addition to strategic considerations, more because of the fear in his heart - he was not very old at the time, but he could already clearly remember those bloody pictures, and the ruthless, incarnate teacher.

The strategist looked at the thoughtful expression of the middle-aged man, and thought silently, I don't know what the adults will do after grabbing the Book of Heaven, whether they will be dedicated to His Majesty or returned to the temple or kept for themselves?

For nearly twenty years, the strategist has followed his lord to sway between all directions to survive, seemingly weaving an extremely dense net, but this net eventually binds himself and gradually makes it difficult for him to breathe, thinking of this, he can't help but sigh gloomily in his heart.

The middle-aged man calmly looked at the distance on the other side of the lake, and once again remembered his deceased teacher.

Over the years, in order to protect himself, and even more so to protect his sister hidden in the Chang'an Palace, he struggled to survive between the empire and the Xiling Temple, and it was really hard to say.

And back then, his teacher traveled among the forces of the world, but he was like a fish swimming in the lake, very comfortable and even exuding a sense of satisfaction, how did this happen?

………… Rough fingers slowly caressed the stone platform, the animal skin trembled gently in the wind, standing in front of the abyss, looking at the huge stone beams in front of him, Tang recalled the appearance of the holy land in the teacher's narrative back then, corresponding to the world in front of him that was becoming more and more desolate because of its grandeur, and was silent for a long time.

He walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, looked at the endless abyss of darkness, and silently thought that the Haotian Dao Gate could lead the Central Plains for a thousand years, which naturally made sense, and should not be taken lightly, especially the Taoist who knew and watched the observation must really have the ability to reach the sky, and the other party attached so much importance to this matter, presumably the Book of Heaven really stayed in the mountain gate, but why did it not be found?

He looked at the temple full of white bones not far under his feet, and suddenly said: "According to the teacher, Mr. Ke broke into the holy land with a single sword, and did not kill everyone in the mountain gate, and the disciples of two schools evacuated south in advance, and before the teacher left, it was confirmed that many disciples had also withdrawn, except for those seniors who died in battle, many of these white bones were martyred by suicide, and then the mountain gate was sealed. ”

Tang Xiaotang opened his bright eyes and looked at the temple under the stone beam, he had passed by there before, but he didn't find anything, and asked curiously, "Where did those guys go?"

A gust of wind swept over the stone beam, blowing up extremely broken gravel and clothes, Tang sensed the breath of heaven and earth in the mountain gate in the wind, and said calmly after a moment of silence: "I can't feel it, I should have left." ”

After saying this, the brother and sister walked towards the depths of the mountain gate, Tang's eyebrows like iron trees slowly frowned, there were many things he didn't see through back then, and there were many things that he couldn't see through this time when he was looking for the Book of Heaven, such as when he clearly confirmed that those people had left the mountain gate at this time, why was he still a little faintly uneasy in his heart?

………… Decades ago, Ke Haoran personally laid the cage, directly turning this room into an isolated world, as long as you don't step into it, you can discover the existence of this world, but if you really walk into this world, you can no longer get out, because this world is the hell he personally gave to Liansheng.

"Quack...... Whining...... You've actually learned the Haoran Sword!"

In the center of the room, on the mountain of white bones, Master Liansheng looked at Ning Que, grinned toothless and laughed like a child, and then the corners of his lips deflated and cried like a child, and the laughter and crying were mixed together and were extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

Ning Que held the Pu knife, looked at him and replied, "Yes." ”

The old monk's eyes were as cold as ghosts, staring at his face and asking faintly, "This can't happen!"

Ning Que said: "That's how it happened. ”

The old monk's next sentence came very quickly, and he shouted like thunder: "Then aren't you demonic!"

Ning Que's face still had no emotion, and he replied calmly, "Yes." ”

The old monk asked awe-inspiringly, "Aren't you afraid?"

Ning Que responded: "In the face of death, I am not afraid of anything else. ”

The old monk sneered: "But you still fell into the devil." ”

Ning Que frowned and said, "So?"

The old monk screamed: "Whoever enters the demon must die!"

Ning Que said: "But you are still alive. ”

The old monk shook his head slowly, and said with a slight mockery: "These are two completely different choices. In fact, my Da Ming Sect is just a moss stone hidden in the dark to hide from Haotian Shenhui, although it is claimed to disrespect Haotian, but in fact, it is extremely afraid of Haotian's existence, so Haotian can allow our existence, even as a contrast to the light. And when you pick up the sword left by that person, you will lose all your awe, even fear of Haotian, this is the real demonic way, Haotian will not allow people like you to exist. ”

Ning Que was silent for a moment, and then replied, "As long as you live, it's better than dead." ”

The old monk was stunned, and then laughed maniacally, tears slowly trickled down from the corners of the old withered eyes, he pointed at Ning Que's face with trembling thin fingers, struggled to suppress the laughter, and said with gasp and resentment: "Ke madman died in the devil, and you have to go on his old path, I really don't know if the academy is a place cursed by God, you will be destroyed by Haotian one after another, this is probably your fate." ”

He stared at Ning Que's eyes, gasped and said, "You must be strong enough to walk firmly on this path, and the faster you are strong, the faster you will die, you don't have the luxury of hoping to escape this fate." ”

The old monk asked quietly, "Who has the heavens spared?"

Ning Que was silent, his hands slowly clenched the hilt of the knife, as if he was about to slash at the fate in the dark.

Then his answer rang out in the dim, silent room.

"If people want to conquer the sky, why should the heavens spare them?"

………… This plain and proud answer moved Master Liansheng slightly, he looked at Ning Que quietly, and suddenly said, "The one foot in front of the cultivator must be his own world. ”

Ning Que had heard of this statement, but he didn't know why the old monk wanted to say this at this time.

The old monk looked at him and said slowly: "You have realized the Haoran Sword, and the sword intent hidden in the mottled sword marks of the madman enters your body, then this cage that covers the sky and the earth will naturally cease to exist." ”

Ning Que looked at him and said, "I know, I can even feel that there is already Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi infiltrating into the room, but I also need time to get used to this new aura in my body." ”

The old monk sighed and said, "It turns out that at this time, you and I are still wasting time. ”

Ning Que said calmly: "Time is very fair to everyone. ”

The old monk smiled and said, "My time is up." ”

Ning Que said: "My time is also up. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old monk slowly raised his thin arms, wisps of tattered monk's robes, slowly swaying in the wind wafting from nowhere, with this simple action, countless heaven and earth breath seeped into the room from the cracks in the bluestone wall, and then turned into wisps of wind, rippling around his body.

Ke Haoran left in the sword marks back then, most of the Haoran sword intent was absorbed by Ning Que at this time to transform the body, used to open up the snow mountain qi sea, the sword marks that lost the sword intent have no shape and no god, naturally can no longer support this fan cage, at this time, although there are still remnants of Haoran sword intent between the stone walls, but it is no longer able to prevent the old monk from getting in touch with heaven and earth.

At this time, the large array of blocks outside the Demon Sect Mountain Gate sensed the sudden fluctuation of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and the moss sword marks on those craggy stones suddenly glowed with extremely dazzling light, and the snow peaks under the dark night reflected the starlight, because the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi quickly poured into the mountain gate, driving the congested aura between the stones and even driving the starlight to circulate!

The fresh breath of heaven and earth, full of vitality, finally passed through the broken Fan Cage Array and came to the secluded hall that had not been visited for decades, and then poured into the old monk's emaciated body like a flood.

The old monk's deep-set eyes suddenly shone brightly, and immediately turned into a piece of crystal, and his thin cheeks magically became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the two arms stretched out in the wind became smooth and firm!

As previously stated, his time had come.

Ning Que's time has also come.

He fully understood the Haoran sword qi that his junior uncle had taught him, and he had been able to master the transformed body, and began to greedily and fiercely absorb the breath of heaven and earth that rushed into the room, and then transformed it into his own power - absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth in his body, which was the most obvious and least tolerated feature of the Demon Sect's exercises!

After the fresh and inexhaustible breath of heaven and earth entered his body, it was branded through his mental power, and then through the passage between the snow mountain qi and the sea, it turned into a pound of power, which was transmitted to all parts of his body through the meridians, and his arms, muscles, bones, fingertips, and even hair began to tremble at a high frequency, as if he was rejoicing because he was powerful!

………… The soles of his feet fell, and with a crisp sound, he crushed a white bone in front of him.

When he fell the second time, the soles of his feet had already crushed a large pile of white bones.

Ning Que swept to the bone mountain and came to the old monk's body.

He grabbed the knife in both hands and stabbed the old monk in the chest.

The blade trembled at high speed due to the powerful force coming from the handle, cutting and shaking the air around it, swaying with wisps of white turbulence, and the cold blade surface was even more terrifying than its own speed.

It was the fastest raid of his life, like electricity.

This is the strongest knife in his life, like thunder.

With a sharp lightning stab, he couldn't blink at all, and he didn't even have time to think, so he violently hit the old monk's chest, and the sharp tip of the knife stabbed into it for a small section, and the old monk had time to react.

Master Lotus Sheng was constantly absorbing the breath of heaven and earth at this time, his cheeks were plump, his arms were restored, and his body was full of vitality like a newborn lotus, but he didn't expect Ning Que's first sword to come so mighty!

At this time, he had returned to the realm strength of about 10% in his heyday. He was once the thirty-second lotus born who incarnated and looked down on the common people, even if he only recovered one percent of his strength, he could not be killed with such a knife.

The wizened ghost hands have become full, and their skin is fair and tender, like two pure white lotuses.

The white lotus bloomed, the petals bloomed, and the blade stopped between the petals, unable to make any further progress to the old monk's heart.

At this time, the breath of heaven and earth that broke through the cage was still surging into the old monk's body, and he was still growing stronger.

Ning Que snorted, and slapped his left hand heavily on the end of the hilt.

His left hand was like a heavy hammer.

The Pu knife made another point towards the old monk's chest, and the tip of the blade began to ooze blood.

The old monk glanced at Ning Que indifferently.

A terrifying spiritual power pierced his sea of consciousness.

With a pop, Ning Que spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Blood trickled down onto the hilt.

The left hand also fell on the hilt again.

He endured the intense pain, and his left hand turned into a hammer and struck the end of the hilt again.

The blade went one more inch deep into the old monk's chest!

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