This is the deepest part of the Prajna Peak, whether it is to the peak, to the cliff, or to the bottom of the sinkhole, the distance is more than ten miles, there is no difference.

The sound of the surface of the mountain cannot be heard here, the sound of the underground river cannot be heard here, there will be no sound here, and the dead silence is like a tomb.

Shouza looked at the two iron arrows in his chest, felt the clear pain, and remembered that he hadn't felt like this for many years, some fresh, some vivid, and his old face showed self-deprecating feelings.

He cultivated Buddhism for countless years before he reached the peak, and it was not bad to become King Kong, he thought that after the master ascended to heaven, no one would be able to threaten him, who would have thought that a few years ago and a few years later, he was defeated twice in a row by two disciples of the academy.

"You think you'll imprison me?"

"You will not eat or drink, you will not hear, you will not see the light, you will be weak and old, or you will die of hunger, or you will be despair and mad, and you will either be able to survive or even break free from these two iron arrows, and you will come out of the dark cave with supreme perseverance...... But by that time, the Buddha kingdom that you have defended with all your might will have been destroyed by my iron sword. ”

Jun Mo's words are not threats, let alone intimidation - threats and intimidation have never been his way of fighting - he is just stating the facts.

It is only because it is a fact that it is stated so calmly that it is truly terrifying. No food, no food, no sound, no light, lonely, isolated from the world...... What kind of torture is that, no one has experienced it except Liansheng, even Liansheng was tortured and almost went crazy, how will the first lecture end in the end?

The first one was difficult, looked at Jun Mo and said compassionately: "My Buddha is compassionate." ”

He should have felt sorry for his misery. Grieving for years and decades of hell that followed, he felt compassion for the other party. Sympathize with the choice of the college.

If you change to someone else, facing the eyes of the first seat who is still peaceful and compassionate at this time, you may introspect, and you may even feel ashamed, but Jun Mo does not.

"You Buddha is compassionate, but the academy is not compassionate? Arrogance and disgusting arrogance. ”

Jun Mo said expressionlessly: "For countless years, this Buddha country has turned countless living beings into white bones, and countless souls have been enslaved. A mountain made of human bones, a golden dome made of human blood, a wonderful Elysium? This is the Netherworld, and destroying this qiē, killing you and these bald asses, that is true compassion. ”

After saying this, he didn't say anything more. Turning around and walking towards the outside of the cliff cave, he flicked his sleeves at will, and the iron sword broke through the air and rose again, cutting down countless cliff stones, blocking this passage to death, and the wind and rain, light and air could not enter.

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Ning Que waited on the city wall for three days and three nights. The whole world also waited for three days and three nights, whether it was the butcher in the town or the Hengmu in Qinghe County, they were silent for three days and three nights, waiting for where his arrows would go.

In the past, it was still possible. He doesn't shoot iron arrows - the so-called weapons of mass murder are the most deterrent when they are not used. Moreover, once such a means is used, it will upset the balance between the two sides, and Ning Que would not dare to act rashly.

But now it's different. The master of the view floated down the peach mountain, disappeared and disappeared, the drunkard no longer stared at the academy, the balance of the cultivation world has been broken, and more importantly, the world felt Ning Que's anxiety, then he would inevitably shoot today.

Two holes appeared outside Chang'an City, not a passage formed by spatial tearing, nor a real arrow hole, but a condensation cloud formed by iron arrows.

Two condensation clouds, stretching towards the western horizon, disappeared after dozens of miles, enough to see clearly where the direction was pointing.

The appearance of two straight lines of clouds in the clear blue sky, just like a rainbow born from the ground in the sky back then, is an extremely rare spectacle.

Many people in Chang'an brought the old and the young to the street to watch, happily discussing, calculating which enemy strong man Mr. Thirteen shot again. The controversy in the teahouse was even more intense, some people said that it was Shan Yu of the Golden Horde's court, and some people said that it was a gift from Haotian to the world, the little slave named Ah Da......

At the beginning of the war, the Tang State was the enemy of the whole world, and people were dying every moment on the frontier, and the feelings of the people were inevitably a little depressed and gloomy.

Ning Que was also looking at the two condensed clouds in the sky, the light of the sky fell on his face, making his face even paler, and his eyes were also full of joy, the two iron arrows made him lose countless spirits, and also made him gain a lot.

There are some legendary weapons in the cultivators: such as the chessboard left by the Buddha, such as the Yu Lan Bell, such as some holy weapons recorded in the Taoist canons, and for example, the few volumes of the Heavenly Book that have just begun to show their terrifying power in the world, of course, we must not forget the Chang'an City left by the master, but most of those weapons come from heaven, or the remains of characters like the Buddha Fu.

Weapons that are created by cultivators themselves, but can express the power of the legendary level, are very rare. There are still zài today, except for the rivers and mountains where the former sages of the academy and the former masters of the ink pond garden joined forces to make zuò, there are only thirteen arrows of the yuan.

Today, Ning Que's iron arrow has already shook the world, and all cultivators know that it is a terrifying killing weapon, but only the people in the mountains behind the academy really understand the principle and why that iron arrow has such unimaginable power.

The strength of the Yuan Thirteen Arrow lies in Ning Que's original whimsical idea, as well as the incredible practical ability of the people in the academy, and the strength lies in the fact that it is a kind of runic arrow.

Everyone thought that Yuan Thirteen Arrows were arrows, but they weren't.

Runic arrows, not arrows, but runes.

Alternatively, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows should be regarded as a kind of arrow symbol.

Every time an iron arrow shoots into the world, it is Ning Que who writes a talisman in the world.

When the iron arrow leaves the bowstring, the rune on the shaft of the arrow is engraved, which does not mean that the rune has been written, on the contrary, it is the first stroke of the real rune. Only when the iron arrow appears before the target will the last stroke fall there, and only then can it be said that Ning Que has finished writing that talisman.

Fu is the whole, lack of any strokes, is not completed, rather lack of archery process, naturally is also the whole, from the iron arrow off the string to hit the target, this process can not be cut, so once the iron arrow is shot. It is strong and indestructible.

The great talisman written by the iron arrow is self-contained, and naturally there is no need for the concept of time and space. So the table is even more unimaginable than the undistanced. At the same time, because the talismans are interconnected from the beginning to the end, Ning Que doesn't need to look at it, he just needs to know where the last stroke should fall, so he can let the iron arrow fall.

In his sea of knowledge, when he was writing the talisman, Chang'an City and the distant Western Wilderness were essentially linked, and the arrow finally fell on the cliff. Appeared in front of the first seat of the sermon, and this talisman was written. Space can't cut through this talisman, can't stop that iron arrow, plus the power of Chang'an City, what about the Buddha body that King Kong is not broken?

When the Academy first developed the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, no one really fully understood the principle, and Jun Mo couldn't. Ning Que couldn't, and it wasn't until a long time later that he shot and killed Old Lady Cui thousands of miles away at the Bright Sacrifice that he vaguely realized.

Today, on the city wall of Chang'an, two arrows were released towards the extreme western wasteland. He had learned how to write this kind of talisman, and he knew that this was a very important thing for him, even no less than the matter of shooting the first arrow itself, because this was what the teacher Yan Se expected of him before he died. It is also what I am destined to do.

Of course, just like Longqing calculated. Yuan Thirteen Arrows need to be cooperated - there is a distance of thousands of miles between him and Jun Mo, and before the iron arrow is revealed, the process of the Fu itself cannot transmit any information in advance, he can only wait, hoping that the second senior brother can calculate what he wants, and hope to be able to see the first seat in the sea of knowledge.

Jun Mo has been fighting in the underground world for several years, and he has only broken through the mountain once, and he has fought with the first seat of the lecture once, Ning Que's expectations seem more like extravagant hopes or wishful thinking in advance, but he did it, and the first wait was three days and three nights.

As it turned out, Ning Que was right. There is no contact between him and Jun Mo, the two brothers, but they naturally have a tacit understanding and know each other's intentions.

Just like the iron arrow, no one can cut it.

Ning Que didn't know the situation in the Hanging Temple now, and he didn't know if the first seat of the lecture was seriously injured by his own iron arrow, but he could clearly feel that his two arrow talismans were perfectly written, so the second senior brother would definitely do the rest well.

The only regret is that these two iron arrows made him lose Yan zhòng. Transporting the power of Chang'an City to the far west, even in the current realm, it is a little difficult for him to bear the weight, at this time, the Amazing God Array is constantly replenishing his mental power, but there is no way to shoot two iron arrows as powerful as before in a short period of time.

Otherwise, he will definitely shoot all the iron arrows in the quiver, and he will not stop until he completely shoots the first seat of the sermon, and no one knows better than him how important it is to help the second senior brother destroy the Buddha kingdom as soon as possible.

Jun Mo dragged the entire Buddhist Sect and the two countries of the Right Tent Wang Court and the Moon Wheel in the Western Wilderness, and it seemed that he had borne a heavy burden for the academy and the Tang Kingdom, but Ning Que hoped that he could return to Chang'an City, that iron sword should be wielded on a bigger stage, and under his iron sword, he should kill those who were stronger and stronger, such as the one who was walking towards Taoshan.

Ning Que retracted his gaze, no longer looked at the two condensed clouds in the sky, turned to look at the east, and just when everyone thought he would put away his bow, he bent his bow and arrows again, and then without warning, shot an arrow towards the east!

Many people in Chang'an were watching the excitement under the city wall, because the city wall was too high to see the picture above, but they could vaguely see Ning Que's movements.

Seeing him suddenly bend his bow again, there was a sudden exclamation under the city wall, and the black and oppressive people rushed to this side like a tide, wanting to see more clearly.

The crowd suddenly fell silent as the iron arrow broke away from the bowstring and disappeared into the cold winter wind with a soft clang.

Boom! It was 10,000 people who shouted in unison, which was a sigh and shock, and there was no regret in being able to see this scene with their own eyes, and it was also a cheer for Mr. Academy.

A clear and straight condensation cloud appeared again in the blue sky, as if the previous iron arrow had torn apart the vitality of heaven and earth and even heaven and earth itself, but in fact, that iron arrow created a path between heaven and earth, a road that was not between heaven and earth, and that was the way that the strokes of the talisman arrow were connected!

The talisman is the arrow talisman, and the final stroke of Ning Que's talisman falls in the distant Chengjing City!

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It's snowing in Chengjing, Yanguo. The faint lead clouds were constantly squeezing pure white snowflakes, and in the depths of the clouds, faintly pale blue lightning lit up from time to time, and some of the lightning actually penetrated the clouds and followed the falling snow to the desolate fields.

Thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in summer......

Snowstorms are common at this time. Lightning is extremely rare, and the picture looks particularly weird. It seems that there is a great danger, or some power shuttling between them.

Long Qing dusted off the snow chips on his shoulders, looked into the depths of the clouds outside the city, and looked through the falling snowflakes, falling on those high and distant places, with a somewhat solemn expression.

Faintly, he saw a green robe floating by. It's just that the snow is too heavy and the lightning is too dense. He couldn't determine if what he was seeing was real or if it was a hallucination.

In the blizzard high in the sky, there was a faint shadow suddenly, and several lightning bolts slashed down the figure, which looked extremely dangerous and the picture was extremely shocking.

Long Qing confirmed that what he saw this time was real, because the figure had drifted above the walls of Chengjing City, and he even faintly smelled a mushy smell.

The elder brother's cotton clothes were scorched by the lightning bolts in the clouds. If his reaction was a little slower at that moment, or if he had already said goodbye to this world, Rao would have described it as a wolf, and the cotton in the tears of his cotton coat and the blood that flowed out were smeared together in a mess. It's ugly.

Long Qing's expression was sudden, the snowflakes around him suddenly swayed, and his right hand was wrapped in the snow, and there was an extremely dark black peach blossom in front of him.

In the capital of the Song Kingdom. Mr. Big didn't shoot at him, because the drunkard was on the side. It was also because he had the Book of Heaven in his hand, and the Book of Heaven was still in his arms at this time, but he was sure that Li would slowly make a move on him-anyone could figure out what Mr. Big, who risked his way to break away from the Boundless Realm and appeared in Chengjing City, had to do something.

As Long Qing expected, the senior brother swept to the city wall, held a very ordinary stick in his hand, and knocked it down on the top of his head.

Where did Long Qing dare to be lazy, he greeted him with a black natal peach blossom in his right hand, and his left hand had already grasped the fragment of the sand scroll, ready to fight at any time.

That seemingly inconspicuous stick actually has a very good history, it is a ring stick made by the master himself after he founded the academy, which is specially used to beat disobedient students, and after the master ascended to heaven, this ring stick was naturally handed over to the senior brother.

The master of the South China Sea who had been beaten by this ring stick had drifted away for decades and did not dare to land, and he had also killed the lord of the moon wheel in the wilderness in front of the green mountains.

Long Qing knew that he couldn't avoid this stick, he could only use the natal peach blossom to catch it, his current body, there were thousands of Taoist cultivators' mental power and spirit, in terms of quantity alone, he was invincible in the world, but in the face of Mr. Big's stick, he didn't dare to have any underestimating enemies at all, and he didn't hesitate to release all the realms.

The stick fell on the peach blossoms.

The peach blossoms naturally withered, and the masters and apprentices of the academy always like to get along with the peach blossoms of the Taoist Gate.

Long Qing's face became extremely pale, and the scar became very clear, no longer as unnoticeable as usual, but hideous, his arms trembled, and his feet were sunk deep in the city wall, unable to extricate himself.

The black peach blossoms dispersed, and countless powdered gravels with the essence of heaven and earth vitality whistled violently in all directions, and the protruding bricks and stones on the city wall were blown into powder!

The elder brother did not stop, and disappeared into the snow again, passing through those terrifying lightning bolts, chasing towards the earliest blue clothes.

Long Qing's expression was quite calm, but there was a deep palpitation in his eyes, he knew that the green robe he saw at the beginning was also real, Mr. Big was chasing the Lord, but he saw himself on the wall of Chengjing City, and he temporarily moved out to beat himself.

A random stick will force him to use the whole body cultivation realm, if Mr. Big is allowed to concentrate on hitting a stick, can he stop it?

Long Qing thought about these questions, but he didn't know that there were more serious problems waiting for him, he didn't notice that the wind and snow outside the city wall seemed to have stagnated for a moment.

There are arrows from Chang'an.

An iron arrow appeared in front of Long Qing.

Long Qing's face was extremely pale, but at this time, it became flushed, as if the blood flowing in the veins suddenly increased the flow rate countless times.

His blood began to burn at this moment, and the consciousness left by countless Dao Sect seniors began to help him react in the shortest possible time.

A black peach blossom bloomed on his chest again, and compared with the previous one, this spade was much smaller, crystal clear, like the most precious jewel, and the petals trembled in the wind, and it was pitiful and pitiful to look at.

In fact, this seemingly fragile little spade is terrifying, with an infinite breath of silence flowing in the petals, and countless strange breaths of telekinesis.

The iron arrow shot at the peach blossoms.

There was a hole in Longqing's chest and abdomen, which was shot by Ning Que with Yuan Thirteen arrows, and this seemingly weak black peach blossom was born from that hole.

This black peach blossom is not his natal peach blossom, it is his second life.

Long Qing was not prepared to let Ning Que's iron arrow shoot through another hole this time.

The moment the black peach blossom blocked the iron arrow, his hands had come to the air in front of him for some time, and he held the arrow shaft of the iron arrow tightly.

There was unimaginable power from the dark iron arrow, and Long Qing's ten fingers grabbed the countless heaven and earth vitality in the wasteland wind and snow, but he still couldn't control it.

Instead, his hands were torn apart in an instant, and blood began to flow.

Just as the first drop of blood was about to leave the shaft of the arrow, another pair of hands landed on the shaft of the iron arrow, a pair of pale hands that did not look like a human being.

It was still Long Qing's hand.

Behind Long Qing, a humanoid silhouette faintly appeared, very blurred in the wind and snow, and seemed to be able to be blown away at any time.

Second, the two hands still couldn't stop the iron arrow.

Long Qing roared violently, and there were suddenly countless figures in the wind and snow behind him, those figures were very faint, in the sun, he couldn't see the details clearly, and he could only be sure that they should all be people, all of whom obeyed his will.

With a loud roar, the figures collectively reached forward with their hands, like hungry ghosts in agony searching for food, and like sinners seeking liberation, reaching out to the iron arrow.

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