For example, at the level of the Observation Lord, although he can't pinch his fingers to know the future, he can know the good luck and evil with a slight movement of his mind, and a sneak attack in the ordinary sense is meaningless, unless Ning Que still holds an iron bow in his hand.

The curtain did not hide a trace, and just walked out of the wind and snow.

"In this city, it is impossible to communicate with Haotian. ”

She looked at the viewer and said, and then stretched out her hands into the air - twenty-three years old, a pair of small hands are young and beautiful, like two slightly larger snowflakes in the wind and snow.

With this action, the snowflakes in the sky suddenly fell silent, but continued to fall, but no longer fluttered lightly, and each snowflake began to tremble violently, breaking through the wind and dancing.

Flakes of snow vibrate at high speed, making a low and dense sound, like countless cicadas flapping their wings at the same time. There was a yellow leaf on the eaves of the street side, which was swept up by the wind into the snowy sky, and was torn to shreds in an instant.

"I didn't expect that you have already passed through the Heavenly Demon Realm and become the first person in the Demon Sect to break through the Five Realms in a hundred years, you must know that Liansheng can't break the heart tribulation, and he won't dare to take that step until he dies. ”

"Lin Wu, you are really extraordinary. ”

The Spantaser looked up at the sky, at the billions of snowflakes that fell from the sky, and thought about the man, with a look of admiration on his face—anyone who could take the twenty-three years of cicadas as a disciple was worthy of admiration.

"Fortunately, it took me a lifetime to finally have a crack in this city. ”

He said with emotion, then stretched out his palm into the air.

His palms are facing the sky, as if to take in the falling snowflakes.

However, it was not a snowflake that fell, but a majestic force.

Thick snow clouds covered the city of Chang'an.

That majestic power came from the heavenly dome, from the sun behind the clouds.

The power of the non-human world descended on the world, and the Shocking Array reacted in the shortest possible time, and dozens of extremely majestic and vigorous breaths were born from the streets and alleys of Chang'an City. Immerse yourself in the snow clouds.

However, the Shocking Array was damaged. The flow of heaven and earth on Suzaku Street is somewhat stagnant and slow.

That majestic power fell on Chang'an City.

The thick snow clouds in the sky were instantly torn open with a straight crack.

Below the crack in the snow clouds is a long straight street.

At this time, if you stand on Suzaku Street and look at the sky, you can see a magical scene. A crack appeared in the middle of the snow clouds that covered the sky, and in the crack was a clear blue sky.

The clear sunlight shone from the blue sky and shone on the long street. The buildings and snowflakes on the street are illuminated clearly, and even painted with a layer of holy golden light.

The snowflakes all turned golden and then melted at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The sunlight seeping through the clouds and the majestic power will fall on the viewer.

This is the power above the Five Realms.

This is the true Dao Sect Divine Technique: Apocalypse.

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The curtain stood in the wind and snow, and the black ponytail swayed gently.

She felt a slight chill in the snowflakes.

She had also crossed the threshold of the Five Realms, and she had seen Xiong Chumo use the Heavenly Apocalypse Divine Technique.

But she couldn't imagine that there were people in this world who could use more than five realms so lightly, as if it was as simple as bringing a snowflake at her fingertips.

She looked at the first person in the Dao Gate who was still sighing on the other side of Snow Street, and suddenly lowered her head.

She looked at the snow in front of her shoes. Begin to write with your own eyes.

She writes very attentively.

The Master made her write for many years, and what she wrote was her own world.

The first strokes appeared on the snow, and her own world appeared on the snow street.

Snowflakes dance wildly in the sky. The edges rub against the air at high speed.

The sound of cicadas growing louder and louder.

Billions of snowflakes have turned into transparent wings. It flew violently, instantly covering the sky above Suzaku Avenue.

Fresh light from cracks in the clouds. Falling on these wing-like snowflakes, they began to refract in all directions, and there seemed to be countless golden leaves in the air of Chang'an City.

An extremely faint but extremely powerful aura, with the flying of snowflakes, enveloped the entire snow street, and in the world of Haotian, a new world was divided.

Not a single snowflake fell, not a single ray of sunshine fell.

Snowflakes also no longer melt.

Snow Street returns to cold and quiet.

A clear shadow enveloped the body of the viewer.

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The viewer quietly looked at the little girl in the snowstorm.

It was only at this time that he knew that her true realm had reached this kind of journey.

He raised his right hand and pointed at her on the other side of the snow street, his fingers bent gradually.

However, before he could point out his index finger, a violent whistling sound suddenly came from the wind and snow.

It was the sound of some kind of circular object rubbing against the air at high speed.

There is a thing roaring from the north of Chang'an City, rotating at high speed, breaking the wind and shaking the snow, unstoppable.

The Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda is in the north of the city, and what comes out of the sky is a string of Buddhist beads.

Master Huangyang's Buddha beads.

The Buddha beads rotated at high speed in the wind and snow, and there were faint traces of blood on them, which should be the master's painstaking efforts.

Many years ago, boxwood was enlightened in the depths of the Western Wilderness, and the cause was the blood of his companions, the boiling blood.

So this string of Buddhist beads dyed with his heart's work is also very hot.

Scalding until it burns.

An extremely compassionate but extremely violent fire spewed out towards the surrounding wind and snow as the Buddha beads rotated, and everything it touched was burned.

When the snowflakes touched the beads, they did not melt into water, but directly into nothingness.

Master Huang Yang is a great virtue of Buddhism, a number of strong people in the world, and this string of Buddha beads is dyed with his blood, burning his heart with fire, which is a great threat to the most vulnerable Dao heart of the strong people of Taoism.

A line of fire appeared in the sky above Suzaku Avenue, and the wind and snow were suddenly afraid.

Whistling through the air, then a sudden silence.

The burning Buddha beads were placed on the wrist of the contemplator.

Yu Curtain raised her head, and there were snowflakes falling in the depths of her childish eyes, and the hospital uniform on her body fluttered lightly.

There was a tremor in the breath of heaven and earth on the snow street, and someone was about to appear.

At this time, the Guan Zhu was cut off from Haotian by the Cicada Wing World, and was bound by Master Huangyang's burning Buddha beads, and there was no way to leave this snow street through Guò, even if there was no distance in his eyes.

This is the arrangement of the college.

The next moment is the real attack.

Yet the look of the contemplator remained serene.

He looked at the beads on his wrist.

The Buddha beads were burning, but not even his cyan robe.

When his eyes fell, his mind moved.

Countless eons ago, the silence and chill from ancient times. As his gaze fell on the burning beads.

The flame on the bead was suddenly extinguished. It was as if it had become a dead wooden ball.

This is silence.

Above the Five Realms.

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In an instant, two realms above the five realms appeared on the snow street.

Both come from the Lord.

But he was still on the snowy street, in the snowstorm. In the world of the curtain, there is no way to leave.

Hundreds of feet of snow appeared, a pair of footprints appeared.

Snowflakes fall on the padded jacket. And then disappear.

It was the padded jacket that disappeared in the wind and snow.

The elder brother made a move.

The viewer's eyebrows were slightly raised, his right hand was like a pine facing the wind, holding the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, and disappeared in place.

Bandao Snow Street is a small world.

Cotton jackets and cyan Taoist robes appear and disappear in the wind and snow, appearing everywhere, on the edge of the snow well on North Street, and next to the shop in the south when they reappear.

The Lord and the elder brother. Chase on this half of the snowy street.

Chase with the realm of no distance.

In such a small area, moving faster than thinking, it is only a moment. The danger in between. But it is even more terrifying than the two chasing between the mountains and rivers in the previous six days!

The wind and snow rose again, and the black ponytail that hung from the curtain around his waist swayed again.

Her expression was calm and focused. The snow is getting denser in the depths of the clear eyes.

The Heavenly Demon Realm was urged to the extreme by her.

Countless snowflakes flew over Suzaku Avenue, each snowflake was a cicada, the sky was full of snowflakes, and countless terrifying killing intent crisscrossed the snow street.

This half of the snow street is her world.

No matter how fast the contemplation of the Lord is, it cannot be faster than the rules of the world itself.

A snowflake slowly fell in front of the deputy yamen of the Shimizu Division of the Ministry of Households.

There was nothing there.

But when that snowflake fell, there was a tearing sound.

The viewer was forced out of shape by the wind and snow.

On the front of his cyan robe, there was a sharp tear.

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The top of the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda.

Master Huang Yang sat cross-legged, reciting the scriptures, and the blood in front of him was like tears.

Under the stone pagoda, dozens of monks in the temple knelt in the snow, also chanting scriptures.

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The beads on the right wrist of the contemplator no longer burned.

But it didn't fall behind.

The beads became extremely red, as beautiful as pomegranate seeds.

There was a faint sound in the wind and snow.

The beads are shrinking.

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The stone steps in front of the yamen are covered with snow.

The elder brother appeared at the foot of the snow steps and struck the head of the watcher with a stick.

The viewer's expression was slightly solemn, and he choked and drew his sword to cut it.

The elder brother's feet sank into the snow.

A streak of blood oozed from the corner of his lip.

But he didn't retreat, and swung his stick and struck again.

The viewer raised his sword and slashed again.

What seems like a simple action is actually very simple.

At this time, the sword and the stick were both wielded in the realm of no distance, which had exceeded the concept of speed, and in a very short moment, the sword and the stick did not know how many times they had met.

The senior brother's padded jacket was covered with blood, and there were countless shallow sword marks on the stick.

The look on the Lord became more and more solemn.

On the other side of Snow Street, Yu Curtain suddenly took a step forward.

The sky was full of snowflakes, falling on the body of the viewer.

The viewer waved his sleeves, the cicadas were suddenly hoarse, the wind and snow were suddenly cleared, and it was a mess.

Not a single piece of snow could fall on him.

The Lord retreated with his sword and raised his palm to the sky.

Countless majestic powers fell from the sky, falling from the cracks in the clouds, like thunder and lightning, falling in the snowflakes in the sky, and falling on the transparent world barrier.

The snow street shook uneasily, and the snow on the eaves fell like a waterfall.

Yu Curtain snorted and stopped.

The viewer threw the sword into the wind and snow at will.

Then the next moment, he appeared in front of the elder brother and held the wooden stick.

He only used one thumb.

The wooden sticks shook uneasily, and the breath of heaven and earth was in chaos.

The elder brother retreated to the other side of Snow Street, soothing his chest and coughing, in pain.

The viewer looked back at his right wrist.

The string of red Buddha beads is still shrinking, and it is about to sink into the flesh and blood.

He frowned slightly, as if he was a little displeased.

The wind and snow are calm.

The body of the viewer seemed to have become countless times larger in an instant.

In fact, he just stood quietly in the wind and snow.

But there was a breath as grand as the sea and boundless, which instantly filled the entire space.

The beads suddenly broke.

Dozens of Buddha beads sneered and broke through the air.

Several round openings appeared in the door of the Shimizu Division's yamen.

Not far away, a wall collapsed, and smoke and dust rose slightly.

The beads were very hot, and even though they didn't burn, they touched something like wood, and a fire would start.

The wind and snow continued, and the fire gradually went out.

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The top of the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda.

Master Huang Yang stroked his chest in pain, and his palms were covered with blood.

He looked at the snow street in the south, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "It's actually immeasurable!"

Buddhism: Immeasurable.

It is also above the five realms.

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(Tomorrow Saturday off, I take this opportunity to go to the hospital to check it, the second three months of last year should be re-examined, but I was busy and forgot about jì, and I didn't finish a course of treatment, which is really irresponsible, I wish you all a happy weekend, I wish you good health, and be responsible for yourself.) (To be continued)