Chapter Seventy-Five: The Polar Cold Sky Palace
The Great Array of Gods and Demons, Legend has it that the world can be forcibly divided, forcibly creating a peculiar space, as for all the rules and operation of this space, it is up to the person who arranges the array, so to speak, if anyone masters this terrible formation, whether you are a god or a demon, but whoever falls into it, its fate is up to people. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info
At this moment, Qin Fan was in a mysterious state, as if he was in another world, wandering among the stars, carefully lighting up the dim starlight.
Kong Shengzun, who was standing at the door, watched Qin Fan standing motionless in front of the stone pillar in the east, seemingly ordinary but revealing an unpredictable artistic conception, as if Qin Fan was confronting a heaven and earth.
This thought made Kong Shengzun's heart fluctuate violently, and his expression, which had not been moved for thousands of years, became extremely solemn.
"In this way, this person is the person who should be robbed by my Wenhua Confucian Academy, the darling of fate in Lao Meng's mouth, even so, for the great cause of Wenhua Confucian Academy, the deity should also be arranged. ”
Kong Shengzun shook his head and sighed bitterly, if it weren't for the Wenhua Confucian Academy's meritorious cultivation, which had already exceeded the limit of this party's actual tolerance, and was about to descend on the Heavenly Fury Heavenly Punishment, why would they have to bother so hard, waiting for Nirvana to be born, and even sacrificing Meng Shengzun's immortal Dao body.
"That's it! Everything is fate and fate!"
Kong Shengzun put aside the clutter in his heart, ten thousand years have been waiting, and now it is meaningless to repent and anger, since the door of fate has begun to open, what he has to do is to wait for the opportunity to make the Wenhua Confucian Academy return to the thousands of worlds, surpass the rules of this world, and be immortal!
Not long after, Kong Shengzun's phantom reappeared, but there was indeed a small golden gourd in his hand, flashing with a faint light streamer, like a meditation monk, giving people a peaceful atmosphere.
Looking at this thing, Kong Shengzun's heart flashed a trace of reluctance, this is when he first comprehended the power of time, he spent countless costs to create the golden gourd of the Emperor Weapon of Creation with his own hands, don't underestimate this golden gourd, the time flow rate inside is thirty times that of the outside, that is to say, staying inside for thirty days is only equivalent to one day in the outside world.
Looking at Qin Fan, who was concentrating on playing against the stone pillar, Kong Shengzun knew that for a while, Qin Fan would not be able to complete the repair of the formation, but the ancient battlefield would not give him too much time, and the seal would be closed in less than three days, and at that time, Qin Fan would be trapped here, and the layout of the Wenhua Confucian Academy would be waiting for an unlimited amount, so Kong Shengzun took out his magic weapon to help Qin Fan delay time.
The streamer golden gourd flew away into the air and flew to the top of the entire Nonhua Sakai Capital, a golden light flashed, and the entire Nonhua Sakai was instantly sucked into it and entered the specific time and space of the Streamer Golden Gourd.
Kong Shengzun also waved his sleeves, and the whole person also followed into the streamer golden gourd.
In the outside world, Qin Fan didn't know that his little disciple Long Yanjun could be said to have stirred the heavens and the earth, causing a big shock in the secular world.
It turned out that Long Yanjun was captured by Ouyang Dian that day and hurriedly sent to Wei State, if he hadn't been rescued by the Black Armor Legion who came to respond, Dongfang Dian and his party would have been wiped out by the Dongfang Yi Steward.
Finally returned to Ouyang Dian in the capital city of Bianliang City with the little monster Long Yanjun, and before he could ask for credit and reward in front of Emperor Cao Cao, he saw that the little monster that was originally languishing suddenly burst out and crashed towards Emperor Wei.
The frightened Wei Emperor Cao Cao, in a panic, actually took out the unfinished Heaven and Earth Dragon Seal on his body to resist, although he finally escaped a catastrophe, and also captured the little monster Long Yanjun alive, but it caused an extra black unidentified mark on the Heaven and Earth Dragon Seal, which was known as the magic weapon of Wei State's luck, to have a scar that was difficult to heal.
As soon as this news appeared, it immediately caused a super shock in the three kingdoms of Wei, Shu and Wu, some people were happy and some were worried, in addition to the excitement of Wu and Shu, the people of Wei were depressed.
Emperor Wei was even more angry, and hung the little monster Long Yanjun on the top of the east dome of the palace for a month, letting him suffer from the wind and fire, and then in the imperial capital Humen Square, he personally cut him with a thousand knives to relieve the hatred in his heart!
It is worth mentioning that our Lord Ouyang Dian, because of this incident, instead of being promoted to the rank of knight, angered Emperor Wei, so that he went from a well-known third-grade member overnight to a civilian cloth, and became a civilian cloth, and was imprisoned, and was scheduled to be executed together with the little monster Long Yanjun a month later.
On the other hand, Xiao Yunzhong, who was in the Kingdom of Wu, fell into the hands of Dongfang Tianxuan when he was looking for the whereabouts of the little monster, and became a prisoner of Dongfang Mansion.
Dongfang Ming, the only corpse puppet who was not trapped, was in a hidden cave deep at the moment, and his body was bound by more than a dozen iron chains with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, wrapped into a large zongzi, at this moment, the flesh and blood of his whole body had begun to rot, the stench was spreading, maggots crawled all over his body, and his spirit was still burned like fire.
He was originally the corpse puppet of Dongfang Tianxuan, Dongfang Tianxuan had 10,000 ways to break him, even if his willpower surpassed ordinary people, but his spirit was still on the verge of collapse.
This kind of endless torture made him hate to explode and die immediately, and the destruction of his soul was also a great relief, but when he thought of Xiao Yunzhong's entrustment, the little monster Long Yanjun was even more unknown, Dongfang Ming gritted his teeth, even if he died, he had to hold on until their master arrived!
Forcibly opened his misty eyes, although Dongfang Ming's eyes were already cloudy, he was full of extremely firm faith, he only hoped that Xiao Yunzhong and Long Yanjun's master could arrive as soon as possible, so that he could get rid of this inhuman torture earlier.
The border land of Wei and Shu is a huge mountain range that is endless, the mountain range is vertical and horizontal, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, here is full of vitality, Zhong is bizarre and strange, it is a treasure land of immortals.
In the center of this mountain range, there is a peculiar situation, where the ice is thousands of miles, the snow is covered with snow all the year round, but because of the extremely strong vitality and breeds countless rare grasses, birds and spirit beasts, and even auspicious mist gathers all year round, looking at it from afar, it is like a blessed land of heaven, so this realm is called the cold polar land by the world.
On top of this cold polar region with a radius of thousands of miles, there are huge islands hanging in the air, running through the colorful bridge, connecting with each other, and slowly running a mysterious trajectory according to the direction of Zhou Tian's gossip.
On these many islands, there were powerful and powerful people who opened mountains and established a sect, and achieved a great cause, and set up this sect called Hanxiao Palace, ruling thousands of miles of extreme cold, and dominating the frost of the sky. On the largest island of the Hanxiao Temple, a figure stood up and appeared on a huge stone pillar, and countless runes were engraved around the stone pillar, and the streamer flashed, forming a series of forbidden acts of tyrants, suppressing the creatures under it.
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