At He Mingchi's feet was the eye of the Shocking Array, or rather, under his feet was the Shocking Array, so he felt that as long as he opened his arms, he could embrace the whole world.

However, it only took a short time for him to wake up from this feeling.

When he passed through that deep passage before, he should have been killed by the runes carved on the stone wall of the passage, because no one could enter here except for the Emperor Xià, who carried the national seal, and the leader who had the Formation Eye.

He Mingchi can come here, naturally he has his own way.

He previously said to the prince Li Huiyuan that no matter how powerful a weapon is, it needs to be used at the right time in order to play a role, and at this time, standing in the world's most powerful shocking array, he thought silently, no matter how powerful a weapon is, it needs to be in the hands of the right person in order to give birth to true meaning.

There is only one true god Haotian in the world, and the big array of Chang'an City is called Amazing God, which is the blasphemy of Haotian, He Mingchi believes that the only meaning of this big array is that it should be destroyed.

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Spring is getting deeper, even in the extreme north of the wasteland, there is finally warmth, the mountains and forests are getting greener, and the grass is growing, but only when the midsummer comes, there will probably be a green scene.

Ning Que and Sang Sang have lived in the Desolate tribe for a long time, and in these days, in addition to taking care of Sang Sang's illness, his main thing to do is to keep writing and writing symbols, practicing Haoran Qi and sword techniques.

In the depths of the Desolate Tribe, tens of thousands of powerful Desolate warriors are fighting in the south, and even the powerhouses of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism have no way to come here to pose a threat to him and Sangsang.

But Ning Que knew that it was impossible for the desolate people to win this war. Moreover, he has never been accustomed to pinning his life and death on the outside world, so he has practiced and studied more and more diligently.

The dead branches swiped lightly through the freshly decorated soil, squeezing out the mud chips, leaving deep marks that looked not much different from what a brush had written on paper.

Ning Que looked at the word quietly, and wrote another two words when he lifted the branch. In a short period of time, he wrote at least thirty or so two words, each of which was different. Each has its own meaning.

His writing became more and more sloppy, until the last few words seemed to be connected, but he was still not satisfied. I feel that the connection between the two horizontals is wrong, although I don't know what is wrong, but it is definitely wrong.

He looked at the strokes on the dirt floor in silence, frowning slightly, looking extremely serious.

"It's time to eat. ”

A desolate woman wearing a hat and a fur cotton suit walked up behind him and whispered.

Ning Que came to his senses and followed the desolate woman towards the tent.

It was a coincidence, but it was not a coincidence, that the desolate senators would send this desolate woman to serve him and Sangsang. It was the desolate woman he saw when he and Moshan entered the wasteland a few years ago, but the desolate little boy who participated in the winter ceremony had already become a warrior and was not in the tribe.

The desolate people worship the Immortal Monarch and fear the Immortal Monarch, so they are very awe-inspiring towards Sangsang. At least nine of them were absolute fear, and the desolate woman was no exception.

In particular, the dark clouds and a dozen black crows that came with Sangsang made the old and weak women and children who stayed in the tribe even more frightened, and they could often see someone kowtowing to the sky and those black crows on the tent where Sangsang was, and the desolate woman didn't even dare to go back to her tent at first, until she got used to it a little after watching it for a long time.

Today's lunch is broth and pastry. There is a lot of meat in the broth, but I am afraid that it is more than the meat in the bowls of all the women and children in the tribe combined, and as for the bread, it is the treatment that only Ning Que and Sang Sang have.

The mutton soup was stewed very thoroughly, the soup was milky white, exuding a natural fragrance, Ning Que filled a bowl of soup, took two cakes, and motioned to the deserted women to eat the rest, or give it to the neighbors, and then walked into the inner tent, helped Sangsang, who had just woken up, tore it and soaked it into the soup, and fed her a few bites.

Sang Sang's little face was no longer as pale as it was during the escape journey, and returned to her previous slightly dark complexion, but her illness did not improve, but became heavier, and she had no appetite, shook her head and said, "Don't eat it." ”

"Then take a few more sips of soup. ”

Ning Que brought the soup bowl to her lips and carefully fed her the soup.

Sang Sang coughed suddenly, not choking on the soup, she has been coughing very badly these days.

The coughing echoed in the tent, not stopping for a long time, her expression looked very painful, Ning Que's clothes were all the soup she coughed up, and the milky white soup mixed with the blood she coughed turned black.

Ning Que held her in his arms, gently stroked her back, kissed her forehead, and whispered, as if humming something, Sang Sang gradually calmed down, gasped slightly, and then gradually fell asleep.

The fire charm in the clay pot helped to burn the firewood, and the temperature in the tent rose sharply, and then it was pressed by the cold, and then quickly became dim, still cold as if it were in the underworld.

Ning Que withdrew Shi Fu's fingers, looked at the frost on the edge of the brazier, and was silent for a long time, then reached into the mattress, held Sang Sang's cold little feet, and kept rubbing them.

It wasn't until he rubbed her little feet until they were warm that he got up and took off his blood-stained coat, and changed out of his underwear, which was soaked with sweat and frozen into ice by the cold, and walked out of the tent.

He looked up at the dark clouds, and the frost on his eyelashes melted into water as the sun seeped in.

Sangsang's illness is getting worse and worse, whether it is the Haotian Shenhui who has cultivated the Daomen Divine Technique, or the Buddha's breath that has been comprehended by studying the Dharma, he can no longer suppress or tranquil the cold breath.

More and more chill seeped out of her thin body, whether it was the liquor or the fire, it was difficult for her to feel warm, the bedding and clothes were cold like ice chips, and the whole tent was as cold as an ice cellar.

The desolate woman had already looked for another tent to live in more than ten days ago, and the spring was getting greener, but the ground around his and Sangsang's tent was still frozen, like another world.

What Ning Que is most worried about, most frightened, most distressed, and most helpless now is Sangsang's illness.

If there is no way to cure Sangsang's illness, then even if the desolate man can defeat the coalition forces of the Xiling Temple, even if he can be invincible in the world, it will be meaningless.

So part of the reason why he kept practicing hard to make himself stronger was more important, and more importantly, he figured out that Guò read the Buddha's notes and tried to find a way to eliminate the cold aura in Sangsang's body, and because the desolate people have a tradition of worshipping the Immortal King, he also did a lot of knowledge in this regard.

At the sacrificial ceremony of the desolate people, the full name of the Emperor of the Dead is Guang Ming Zhenjun, and he always feels that he has seen it in the Buddha's notes or a certain Taoist classic, but no matter how he recalls, he turned the Buddha's notes to the point that they were about to rot, and he did not find them.

Just like spring is gradually coming, spring is gradually leaving, summer is gradually coming, Sang Sang's body and Ning Que's mood have been walking towards the cold winter, and they are gradually covered by ice and snow.

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(That's all for today, I'm going to write a detailed outline, three chapters tomorrow to guarantee the bottom, and then I really recommend the new book of the Golden Seeker to everyone: Doomsday Show, the book number is 2524045, the author of the Golden Seeker, I believe everyone is already very familiar with it, I won't brag about him more here, say a word for myself, I thank you very much, I will work hard.) Your support is my biggest motivation.) )