No one noticed that when the Xiling Temple Guardian Cavalry entered the square, a middle-aged scholar also came to the field, and he quietly approached the high platform.

The middle-aged scholar was dressed ordinarily, dusty, covered in sweat, with a package tied behind him, he came to the stage, unwrapped the package as quickly as possible, and took out a wooden plate from it.

I don't know what kind of wood the wooden plate is made of, the texture is extremely delicate, and it gives people a kind of golden stone texture, which feels very wonderful, and there is a layer of extremely fine yellow sand in the plate.

It's a sand table.

The most famous sand table in the spiritual world: the river and mountain plate.

When the river and mountain plate appeared, the whole world entered the river and mountain plate, and the shallow layer of yellow sand flew in the air, and then fell, and the color of the heaven and earth was painted yellow, and then, all the qiē became yellow sand.

The hard bluestone ground turned into a soft desert, and the war horses that were sprinting at high speed fell heavily to the ground with a scream, their front hooves broke miserably, and the temple cavalry on horseback fell directly to the ground.

In a very short period of time, hundreds of Templar cavalry fell from their horses, and on the contrary, the Protestants who fled in fear also became difficult to move, but they were not harmed by the sand.

Yellow sand is sometimes like water, because it is soft, so it is better than strong, so it is weak and weak.

Long Qing's feet were also sunk in the yellow sand, he clearly felt the absorbing power coming from the bottom of the sand, his expression became very solemn, and he lifted his right foot with great difficulty, wanting to take a step forward.

Suddenly, the wind rose and swept up the yellow sand, stopping in front of him.

His gaze crossed the flying yellow sand. fell on the body of the middle-aged scholar on the side of the stage.

Chen Pipi looked at the middle-aged scholar and exclaimed, "Fourth Senior Brother!"

The middle-aged scholar didn't respond, just looked at Long Qing.

Long Qing frowned slightly, today he was ordered to come to kill Ye Su and slaughter the Protestants, guessing that the academy might be prepared, but he didn't expect that it was not the iron arrow that came, not Mr. Big, but this person.

Fan Yue, Mr. 4 of the Academy.

Among those interesting and terrifying characters in the mountains behind the academy. Fan Yue is a relatively low-key person. He started very early and ranked very early, but he was only at the peak of the Dongxuan realm, and he was not at the same level as Li Slow and Jun Mo. The third senior sister Yu Curtain, although those chronology xiàn has always been only the Cave Xuan Realm. But when she beat Xiong Chumo, the head of the Xiling Temple, into a waste. Everyone knows that it is just an appearance, but he is the real Cave Realm.

Of course, this does not matter, the master has always taught his disciples. I don't care about their talent in cultivation, but the people in the back mountains have their own areas that they are best at specializing, and they can do their best in that field, such as five, six, **, eleven, those guys, only Fan Yue seems to be relatively weak, he is good at runes, but not as good as Mo Shanshan and Ning Que's talent in this area, he is good at strategy and calculation, but not as good as Yu Lai, he is good at design, and he is not even as good as the sixth junior brother in this regard, not to mention that there is also Professor Huang He in the front yard of the academy, if you really want to say the strongest, or just plan to plate.

Over the years, the mountain behind the academy has gradually been revealed in front of the world, and he is still so unnoticeable, he has not had too many amazing appearances, only the fellow disciples in the mountain behind the academy know that he is very important - the strategic arrangement of the academy and even the Tang Kingdom over the years has come from Yu Curtain, Ning Que and his calculations, and he has one of the most precious magic weapons in the cultivation world today, that is, Heshanpan.

Before Qingxia back then, it was by relying on the rivers and mountains that the people of the academy were able to avoid the sword of the master, and he exhausted his efforts to trap that sword, so that Jun Mo had the opportunity to show his might. The sword that can trap the Lord of the Gods, you can imagine how powerful he and his Heshanpan are, and today he came with Heshanpan.

In fact, he shouldn't have been here.

Xiling Temple's attitude towards Ye Su and Protestantism, the academy is very clear, but whether it is Senior Brother or Yu Curtain and Ning Que, they always think that the Guan Zhu can be persuaded, since killing Ye Su is not beneficial to the Daomen, the Guan Zhu will definitely not do it, as long as the Guan Shu is silent, then Tang Xiaotang and the Sword Pavilion will be enough.

Only the fourth senior brother felt a little strange, he calculated for a long time, and did not deduce other results, but he still felt a strong uneasiness, he thought that the judgment of the senior brother and sister and the junior brother was wrong, but he couldn't find evidence, so he came by himself, he packed his luggage, went on the road alone, left the back mountain, and took the river and mountain plate to come thousands of miles and miles to save Ye Su's life.

This is the true style of the academy, you can unite as one, but also be harmonious and different, and be responsible for the teacher, but first you have to be responsible for yourself, and you have to leave no regrets.

The fourth senior brother finally arrived, although it was difficult for him to change the situation in the field alone, but he could do what the academy should do on behalf of the academy, and there was no need to regret it, that would be good.

He lifted the river and mountain plate and poured all his mental power into the plate, but in an instant, the snow mountain qi sea showed signs of exhaustion, and his face became extremely pale, and he even seemed to have lost a few points.

The river and mountain plate is yellow sand, and it is also the river and mountain.

Every grain of sand is a scenery in the rivers and mountains, or a small bridge, or a flowing water, or a pavilion, or a green hill, or a sedan chair on the bridge, a boat on the water, a person in the pavilion, and a tree on the green hill.

Today, these yellow sands are just yellow sand.

Because the most primordial is also the most powerful.

The fourth senior brother's mental power stimulated the rivers and mountains, the yellow sand danced wildly, and then fell, and the world suddenly turned yellow, becoming a boring desert, and there was no direction to be found in it.

Those Xiling Temple cavalry in the rear, fortunately did not fall to their deaths, desperately pulled the reins to make the mount stop, and then turned over and dismounted, dragging the mount to try to find the exit, but where was it so easy?

The fourth senior brother held the river and mountain plate and walked to the stage.

Long Qing looked at him quietly, the yellow sand was paved with the ground, but he couldn't completely drag him into the illusion of rivers and mountains, his body was in that yellow sand, but his eyes could see the truth and see the opponent.

I don't know why, the fourth senior brother looked at Long Qing's gaze and felt a little uneasy, just like when he was making calculations in the mountain behind the academy, he felt that something bad was about to happen.

So he blew into the river and the mountain.

The shallow layer of yellow sand was blown away. Some grains of sand rose in the wind and flew in the air.

A hurricane suddenly broke out in the square that turned into a desert, and countless yellow sand rolled up, covering everyone's sight, and the heavens and the earth became dark, and what was even more terrifying was that the desert, which was as flat as a field before, suddenly made a loud rumbling noise, giving birth to countless layers of sand dunes, and I don't know how many cavalry were swallowed by the moving sand flow!

Even if there are no devoured cavalry. In the flying yellow sand, there are also endless dangers. Everywhere you can hear terrible screams, everywhere you can hear the dull sound of people and horses crashing against each other.

Even a powerhouse like Xiao Yu, a girl from the South China Sea, who knows his fate, can't resist the power of the rivers and mountains, those priests and deacons from all over the Taoist temples. They were killed. She was also unconscious in the sand.

Longqing's footsteps still haven't fallen. His face was a little pale, and after being injured by Tang Xiaotang, he was seriously injured by Heshanpan, he didn't expect that the other party's own realm was ordinary. This sand table is so terrifying.

However, is that enough?

The next moment, his feet finally fell, but still on the yellow sand.

He couldn't get out of the river, but so what?

The scar on his face became brighter, definitely not ugly, more like a somewhat weird makeup, with gray eyes, straight hair with silver threads, and even very good-looking.

He is so powerful, he still hides a truly powerful means, he is waiting for Ning Que's iron arrow, waiting for Li Slowly, even then he is not afraid, let alone a sand table?

He took a book from his bosom and stretched it out in front of the wind and sand.

He remembered that in those years, he was the second seat of the Judgment Division, and he took the black deacon of the Division to hunt down the remnants of the Demon Sect and the apostasy sinners everywhere, and he was righteous at that time, and he believed that he was justice.

His expression became cold, looking at Ye Su and the others on the other side of the wind and sand, and silently repeating the words that he was very familiar with back then: Sinner, accept Haotian's punishment.

Last night in the Taoshan Ruling Temple, the middle-aged Taoist used a book to break Ye Hongyu's cage, which was the book of heaven, and what Long Qing was holding in his hand at this time was also a book of heaven, the book of heaven and the sand scroll.

After making that most important decision, the Lord no longer cared about the word blasphemy, and the most sacred book of the Daomen became an artifact in his plan, a very powerful artifact.

The middle-aged Taoist has accompanied the Book of Heaven for countless years in the Zhishou Concept, and Longqing has always carried the Book of Heaven sand scroll with him, and only the two of them have the ability to use the Book of Heaven as a weapon.

In the early morning, the city is covered with yellow sand, and it is no longer possible to find the freshness and coldness of winter, only boredom, and when Longqing lifts up the Tianshu sand scroll, that feeling becomes clearer and clearer.

The cover of the sand scroll melts into countless tiny grains of sand in the wind, and then begins to fly. Immediately after that, the second page of the sand scroll was also turned into grains of sand, and then the third, fourth, and fifth pages......

Hundreds of millions of grains of sand turned into a river of sand, from Longqing's hands straight to the heavenly dome, in the deepest part of the heavenly dome to take on an indescribable subtle meaning, and then blasted towards the yellow sand in the sky.

The Heavenly Book Sand Scroll records almost all the exercises in the cultivation world, which is by no means human power, just like the Japanese Scroll, in addition to the collection of Daomen, it is more of Haotian's divine power.

Daomen regards cultivation as a gift from Haotian to mankind, and this book of heaven is a gift list, which is innumerable, as vast as the sea, or like the sand at the bottom of the sea, it is impossible to count clearly, each grain represents the gift of Haotian, the awe of mankind. Today, the sand scrolls really turn into grains of sand, and the ink characters that record the exercises melt on the paper, and then dissipate into the tiniest particles, each of which seems to have the power of that exercise.

Hundreds of millions of grains of sand, hundreds of millions of exercises, just fell in the yellow sand of the sky, and fell into the rivers and mountains, which have thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but after all, they are the products of cultivators, how can they accommodate the almost infinite vastness and complexity?

In an instant, the yellow sand in the sky suddenly stopped, and in some corners, even shadows appeared in pavilions and pavilions, and they were about to lose their original form and become phantoms in the rivers and mountains.

The fourth senior brother held the arms of the Heshan Pan, trembling uncontrollably, as if he would throw the Heshanpan to the ground in the next moment, he felt the terrifying impact from the plate, and found that it was actually stronger than the void sword thrown by the Lord in front of the Qingxia Gorge, his face instantly turned pale, and the corners of his lips began to overflow with blood.

"Let's disperse. ”

Long Qing said expressionlessly. As his voice fell, the wind and sand in the square slowed down countless times, and the small bridges that had begun to appear were covered with sand and gravel gushing out of the sand scrolls.

The eyes are full of yellow sand, covered with sand from the bottom of the sea. There is no need to look for a way out, I cover your world with mine, then I can walk as I please, go wherever I want.

Long Qing took a step forward.

If there is real intelligent life in that river and mountain, or you can see that under the sun, there is a footprint bigger than a mountain peak, stepping through the clouds, crushing the field, and falling on the horizon.

Rivers and mountains, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. He stepped out in just one step.

Long Qing appeared on stage. Appeared in front of Ye Su.

There is still a remnant of yellow sand between the two.

The fourth senior brother kept coughing up blood, still struggling to support it, but he didn't know how long he could hold on.

Long Qing held the dissipating Heavenly Book Sand Scroll in one hand, and grabbed Ye Su with the other.

There is a figure that breaks through the wind and sand. That's Tang Xiaotang. She propped up her tired body with an iron rod. Sitting in front of Ye Su, he raised his stick upwards with both hands, and blocked it with his last strength.

Long Qing's hand fell on the iron bar.

Poof. Tang Xiaotang vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Long Qing took another step forward, and grabbed Ye Su again across her.

At that time, the sand scroll he held in his left hand was still fighting against the last scene in the river and mountain plate. More and more blood trickled out of the fourth senior brother's mouth, wetting his placket, and the color of the blood he vomited became darker and darker, and finally it even looked like ink, which was shocking.

Chen Pipi watched from the sidelines, and finally felt hopeless.

His body began to tremble, because of worry, worried about the situation of the two senior brothers and his lover, because of fear, fear that the two senior brothers and his lover were about to die, he was really afraid.

The trembling spread from his hands and feet to his chest and abdomen, then to the depths of his body, and finally landed behind his waist, so his snow-capped mountain qi began to tremble.

His snow-capped mountain qi is gone, to be precise, he was completely locked by Sangsang back then, and has long since turned into a dry Dead Sea and black monotonous rock peaks, trembling at this time!

To tremble is to move, and to be active is to live.

His snow-capped mountains and sea of qi came back to life at the most desperate moment!

Chen Pipi didn't have time to feel this sudden change, and it was impossible to have time for ecstasy, so he just followed the trembling, purely instinctively, and waved his hands towards Longqing.

Ten paths without any trajectory, as elusive as clouds in the sky, burst out from the tip of his ten fingers, and stabbed fiercely into Long Qing's chest and abdomen!

There was a bloody battle with Tang Xiaotang, who was favored by Haotian, and then he competed with the fourth gentleman of the academy who held the river and mountain plate, Longqing was already seriously injured, and Chen Pipi's Tianxia Xi Divine Finger came so unreasonable, because even if he held the Tianshu sand scroll, he couldn't avoid it.

There was a dense muffled sound, and the ten fingers of the world stream gods all fell on Longqing's chest, and ten blood holes appeared on the thin clothes in an instant, and blood gushed out.

Long Qing's face became even paler, he glanced down at his chest with some puzzlement, and then looked up at Chen Pipi behind Ye Su, frowning slightly.

Then he figured it out.

Now Haotian is so weak that she can no longer shelter the people she once promised to shelter, such as Tang Xiaotang, so naturally she can no longer punish the people she once wanted to punish forever - the Guan Zhu has already floated down the peach mountain, and Chen Pipi, who has the same experience as him, has naturally reached the moment to stand up again.

Long Qing coughed twice in some pain, and each cough made the blood on his chest flow a little faster.

"It's not enough. He looked at Chen Pipi and said expressionlessly.

The scroll of sand he held in his left hand turned into sand and whizzed away.

In an instant, there were countless extremely thin blood lines on Chen Pipi's body.

Every blood line comes from a very thin wound, and every wound is a piece of gravel, and the sand is deep in the wound, hurting into the bone marrow, and keeps burrowing into it like an ant.

Chen Pipi was in extreme pain but didn't cry - he didn't want to cry because it would be too humiliating - so he desperately squeezed out a smile, but he didn't know that the smile was ugly like crying.

Looking at his funny appearance, Tang Xiaotang wanted to laugh, but he was sad and wanted to cry.

Long Qing glanced at the fourth senior brother, and the hand holding the sand scroll tightened.

The fourth senior brother sighed, sat down weakly, and then began to vomit blood non-stop.

There was silence.

Long Qing looked at Ye Su, looked at Chen Pipi, looked at Tang Xiaotang, looked at Fan Yue, his eyes slowly swept over their faces, and he took a deep breath, looking very satisfied.

These people. Some were the objects he could only look up to back then, some were the objects he instinctively feared and humiliated, there were people whose geniuses were far superior to him, and there were people who he longed for and wanted to be classmates but was rejected.

Now these people are not as strong as him, and even if they are in one place, they are not his opponents.

Maybe the exercises he practiced would turn him into a monster who lost his mind one day after many years, or he would directly disintegrate his body into billions of grains, but that was all for later.

He is satisfied now. Unprecedented satisfaction.

His jaw was raised. He was not deliberately proud, but he began to be proud, like going back to the day he walked into Chang'an City many years ago. On that day, countless flowers were thrown on Chang'an Street. He was in the middle of the chariot.

That's when it happened. A sentence rang out on the stage.

"Please lend me one. ”

This sentence. Ye Su said it to the fourth senior brother, and it seemed to say it to the world.

The piece of the river and mountain, which was about to break, came to his hand.

Long Qing looked at him and said, "You have turned your back on Haotian. How can there be miracles?"

Ye Su's Snow Mountain Qi Sea was destroyed by sword intent in a battle with Jun Mo in front of Qingxia, and it had nothing to do with Sangsang, so he couldn't recover like Guan Zhu and Chen Pipi.

"Miracles, or they were originally created by man. Ye Su said.

This sentence is the foundation of Protestantism, or the epitaph of Taoism.

Long Qing shook his head and said, "That requires strength, you don't have strength." ”

The wind and sand have stopped, only between the few people on the stage there is still the influence of the river and mountain plate and the Tianshu sand scroll, the square is full of dead people, I don't know how many temple cavalry fell in a pool of blood, and many Protestant believers have also died, as for those who are alive, even if they are seriously injured, they are also pouring towards Ye Su's side.

They want to save Ye Su, even if it costs with their lives.

-- Is this kind of attachment a faith, is it power?

Ye Su looked at those pious followers, his eyes showed complicated feelings, and said, "I thought this was power, this is the power of faith. ”

Long Qing said: "You should know very well that the power of faith can only be used by Haotian. ”

Ye Su didn't look at him, looked at the blue sky, and said, "What about the Buddha?"

Long Qing said: "This kind of power ...... How do you use it?"

Ye Su said: "I don't know...... I want to try to borrow it. ”

Please lend me a favor - not only to point to the academy to borrow the river and mountain plate, Ye Su wants to borrow power from his followers, or it really is the power of faith.

A very majestic and pure power was born in the field.

That power came from the believers in the square, and the aura was a little mixed, about a thousand or so, and then entered Ye Su's body, and when it came out again, it became like this...... There was a solemn atmosphere.

Ye Su poured this power or breath into the river and mountain plate and looked at Longqing.

This is the invitation.

Long Qing's expression became extremely solemn, and the speed at which the Heavenly Book Sand Scroll dissipated suddenly accelerated.

He sat down in front of Ye Su.

The wind and sand rose again, Ye Su staggered, and sat down very reluctantly.

Long Qing was expressionless and looked at him like this.

Ye Su said, "You go first." ”

The two of them didn't sit against each other and play chess, so naturally he didn't let Longqing fall first, but took advantage of Longqing being trapped by himself, and asked Chen Pipi to leave with the rest of the people first and flee by himself.

Long Qing stared at his face and said, "You can't go." ”

Ye Su didn't think about leaving, he just wanted to leave Long Qing in the field so that other people could leave, if there was no reason for this, he would rather die than try to use this power.

He founded Protestantism, originally wanting to tell sù that human beings do not need to believe, but he did not expect that in the end he would become the object of faith, which made him a little confused and a little sad.

What made him feel a little comforted was that today was the first time he had used the power of faith, and it was also the last time he thought of it.

He started a new religion, but he is not Haotian after all, even if he is willing to accept the incense of believers, it cannot be compared with the Taoist sect that has inherited the incense worship belief for countless years.

The Book of Heaven is a sacred relic of the Daomen, and its divine power is unpredictable, Ye Hongyu can't stop it with the entire Judgment Temple, he borrowed the hearts of his followers, and borrowed the rivers and mountains of the academy, how can he stop it?

In the wind and sand, Ye Su became tired, and his eyes became quiet.

Chen Pipi has not left yet.

Ye Su lowered his head and said a little weakly: "Let's go." ”

At this time, there were all seriously injured people, only Long Qing could fight again, and only Ye Su could leave him for a while, but the morning light that fell on him had faded.

Let's go, it's just one word, but it's a little more begging.

Chen Pipi was silent, stood up with difficulty, helped Tang Xiaotang and the fourth senior brother, walked down the high platform, met with the last few Sword Pavilion disciples who were alive, and walked out of the square.

From start to finish, he didn't look back.

He didn't talk to Ye Su, didn't cry, didn't laugh, didn't scream, just walked silently, endured the pain caused by the ten thousand blood holes on his body, and helped his companion walk forward.

Because whether it is crying or laughing, talking or screaming, it is a kind of goodbye.

He didn't want to say goodbye to Ye Su, as if he wouldn't say goodbye forever.

I walked for a long, long time, and finally got away from the battlefield.

The cavalry of the Xiling Temple did not chase and kill, and they survived like this.

Chen Pipi didn't say anything, went on, got into the carriage, drove out of the city gate, into the wilderness, and went dozens of miles away, and then he began to cry loudly.

The fourth senior brother sat by the car window, looking at the picture of the sweep outside, wanting to say something, but he couldn't understand, nothing had changed, why did he come in the dust?

The rivers and mountains were destroyed, and the people died.

He really wanted to go back to Chang'an and ask Ning Que, what happened to this qiē?

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(Today, February 22nd, is Mojibai's birthday, I decide, today is also the birthday of the second senior brother, I wish them a happy birthday, I wish Chen Pipi can do his best to be happy again, I wish Ye Su the glory of death, I wish everyone the joy of the second, I wish myself to be able to defeat a qiē, as strong as these days.) (To be continued......)