The dust is difficult to cut off, the door of the Kingdom of God is difficult to open, and the Light Festival fails, these things are actually still in the heavens, but when these things do happen, she is still angry.

Looking at the figure in front of the altar at the foot of the mountain, thinking that all these things had been destroyed by him, thinking that he dared to use his divine power to kill his own believers, her hands behind her trembled slightly.

Everything in the world was in her calculations, with the exception of him, so she didn't count that he not only ruined the Light Sacrifice, but also turned himself into a joke.

She became more and more angry, so the breeze became more and more violent, rolling up the dust on the ground, obscuring the crisp autumn sky, and countless dark clouds floated in from the East China Sea in the distance, and the light in the peach mountain became much dimmer, followed by a torrential rain.

The torrential rain was extremely violent, the autumn forest and the mountain road were instantly wet, the broken peach petals on the ground were smashed into pieces, the uncondensed blood was quickly diluted and then disappeared, and the stagnant water on the front lawn rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dead leaves were floating in the stagnant water, and the severed limbs were faintly visible floating in it.

The torrential rain obscured people's vision, and the whole world seemed to have nothing left except for the cold and wet rain, and the rumbling sound of falling rain was like thunder.

The power of heaven and earth was attached to the torrential rain, constantly washing over Momoyama, washing people's bodies and souls, and tens of thousands of believers on the front lawn knelt in the rain with pale faces and panic.

The torrential rain kept falling, and the light above the altar was washed and mottled, and then gradually disappeared without a trace, and the dozens of runes that fought against the clear light also gradually faded until they were gone.

All the powerhouses in the human world, such as the Sect Leader and Qi Nian, were suppressed by the torrential rain, and they had a greater realm and a more sensitive perception than ordinary believers. As a result, they could feel Haotian's anger in the rainstorm more and more clearly, so they were even more frightened, and they knelt on the ground with pale faces, not even daring to raise their heads.

The blood on the bodies of tens of thousands of believers was washed away by the rain as soon as the blood overflowed their wounds, and they were cold and their lips were blue from the rain, but no one dared to dodge, because the thunder, rain and dew were all divine graces.

If there was a center in this terrifying storm, then Ning Que was standing there. The Haotian Divine Power he perceived was the most powerful. The price paid was also the heaviest, dozens of Divine Runes had already been scattered, and the most terrifying thing was that under the washing of the torrential rain, the disappearance of Haotian Divine Power in his body became faster and faster.

The rain kept pouring down his pale cheeks, and he felt the divine power disappear from his body. He shivered with cold, looked weak, and seemed to be about to collapse at any moment.

But no matter how violent the storm was, he never fell. didn't even kneel, silently looked at Momoyama in the wind and rain, squinted through the wind and rain, and looked at her who should be there.

Thousands of miles away from Taoshan, on the vast sea of the Song Kingdom, the wind swept the dark clouds, between the dark clouds and the sea. The petrel flies proudly like black lightning.

- Make the storm more violent.

On the front lawn of Momoyama, tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground in horror, looking at the black oppression, but it seemed so small, only Ning Que was standing, although it was so lonely, it looked so tall.

He is not a brave and arrogant petrel, he never cares about dignity or anything like that in order to live, even he had knelt before, but at this time he didn't want to kneel.

He has reconnected with her, since you are my destiny, then you are my Sangsang, you are my wife, you can raise your eyebrows, how can you kneel?

- If you have the ability, you will kill me, I cāo.

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Today's rain is not the same as the heavy rain after the master left the world, since it represents Haotian's anger, of course it is much more violent. The rain did not last for many days and nights like the heavy rain that followed the Master's ascension, but at least it lasted much longer than the usual summer rainstorms.

As soon as the rainstorm fell, it gradually became smaller for half a day, and the thin rain finally had a feeling of dripping, and the wind on the front lawn became much gentler, and it was extremely comfortable to fall with wetness.

Tens of thousands of believers woke up to find that the raging torrential rain was no longer there, and the surroundings of Momoyama finally returned to tranquility, many people were hit by the torrential rain to the point of coma, and some people were even no longer breathing, and the soaked clothes conveyed a biting chill to people's bodies, and people were still terrified and afraid to speak.

Those cultivators who are strong are even more miserable, this rainstorm is too terrifying, even cleaner than the breath of heaven and earth in the mountains and wilderness, the stronger their perception, the greater the damage to their telekinesis.

Ning Que was naturally the most miserable person, at this time, the Haotian divine power in his body had disappeared without a trace, his mental power in the sea was strictly lost, the black hair scattered on his shoulders was dripping down, his pale cheeks were full of haggardness, his eyes were no longer bright, and he was gloomy as if he was about to lose all his luster.

The wind stopped and the rain disappeared and the sky cleared, and suddenly there was a rainbow, born from the Temple of Light on the top of the peak of Peach Mountain, falling into the distance, looking at the direction, the end of this rainbow should fall somewhere in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

Looking at this beautiful scene, the people on the front lawn of Peach Mountain seem to have forgotten the cold on their bodies, still soaking their feet in the cold rain, recalling the previous power of heaven and earth, and regenerating in awe and worship.

The sun had entered dusk, and the shadow of the precursor of the night could already be faintly seen on the lower edge of the sky, and someone withdrew his gaze from the rainbow that was bound to disappear, and looked at Ning Que in front of the altar.

A torrential rain that lasted for half a day washed away the resentment and dust in the world, washed away the Haotian divine power in Ning Que's body, and washed away the Qingguang Great Array and Divine Runes, but it could not wash away the past.

The master looked at Ning Que, slowly raised his right hand, and gave the order to attack the people of the temple.

No one can understand why Ning Que didn't take the opportunity to escape during the period when the rainstorm became smaller, he no longer had Haotian divine power in his body, what else could he do except escape?

Ning Que looked at the people around him, looked at the expressions on the faces of the peerless powerhouses such as Qi Nian, the Golden Horde, and the ** Sea, carried the iron bow to his shoulder, and then tightened the handle of the iron knife.

Previously, because of the grandest apocalypse, he was invincible in the world with the blessing of Haotian's divine power, and these people were not his enemies at all, but at this time, the situation in the field had changed decisively, and under the siege of these strong people, he couldn't even survive a few breaths.

If he was ready to shoot at this time, or if he could deter these people, he could at least try to clear a way for himself, but the problem was that there were too few iron arrows. The most important thing is that he didn't think about opening a way to escape at all, and he never thought about leaving Momoyama.

Looking around at all the strong enemies, Ning Que's face did not have a trace of fear, he looked at Prince Chongming and the monarchs of those small countries and said: "I won't kill you today, not because cultivators are not allowed to kill ordinary people indiscriminately, but I think you should die in the hands of my Tang soldiers." ”

No one understands why he is so calm and confident when he is already in a desperate situation. What was he thinking? The master shouted, "Do you think you can escape from Momoyama?"

Ning Que looked at the terrifying wound on his shoulder. Sarcastically, "At least you can't stop me." ”

The head of the sect gradually retracted, and said indifferently: "There is a dead end in front of you. ”

Ning Que said: "There is no way out is a dead end. ”

The master said, "Where is your retreat?"

At this time, the Golden Horde National Master and others had blocked all the roads in Qianping, and no matter who they were, they were not a strong enemy that Ning Que could defeat under normal conditions.

Logically speaking. He had no way out, and naturally there was no way back. However, everyone, including the Mentor, forgot that he only had to retreat to embark on a path.

The road to Momoyama.

Haotian is above Peach Mountain, and the head of the sect and everyone thinks. It was impossible for Ning Que to choose to go up the mountain, because it would be self-defeating, but he made a choice that surprised everyone.

He turned and ran wildly towards Momoyama.

The incident happened suddenly, and the reaction of the Xiling Temple was a little slower, and the master roared loudly. Countless fierce flying swords broke through the air and shot towards Ning Que on the stone steps.

The Golden Horde raised the slightly cracked wooden tripod in his hand, the palm of the sea was bright, and Qi Nian sat cross-legged in the rain, and said lightly to the Buddha, and a handprint appeared in the air, and then fell.

Ning Que knew that he couldn't stop it, even if the third senior sister was here, facing the sword array that condensed the collective anger of the Xiling Temple, and facing the combined attack of such three peerless powerhouses, he could only choose to avoid it temporarily,

So he didn't choose to turn around to resist, nor did he choose to dodge, his feet smashed the stone steps, suddenly increased his speed to the terrifying Cheng Dù, and continued to sprint towards the peak.

Several dull loud noises rang out one after another! The Golden Horde National Master's mental power kept bombarding his Zhihai, and the Haotian Shenhui in the palm of the sea hit his back, and the immovable Ming King Seal of the Seven Thoughts smashed heavily on his body, and dozens of sharp flying swords cut the clothes on his body into tatters.

Ning Que spat out a mouthful of blood, his face became even paler, and he almost fell on the stone steps.

If he hadn't been able to reach his peak and his physical strength was almost incredible, this first wave of attack would have been enough to knock him into powder, and even if he survived, he would still be seriously injured in an instant.

Ning Que used his strong willpower to restrain the sea of knowledge that was almost dissipated because of the pain, stepped heavily on his right foot, stepped on several stone steps, and turned into an afterimage and continued to sweep forward.

Instead of falling, he became faster!

In just a few breaths, he had already broken hundreds of stone steps, far away from the range of the attacks of those strong men on the front lawn of Momoyama, and turned into an extremely faint figure on the mountain road.

When the priest and deacon of the Xiling Temple, as well as ** Hai and others were about to step up the mountain to continue the pursuit, the master suddenly stretched out his palm with a complicated expression and motioned for everyone to stop.

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Because of the light festival, everyone in the Xiling Temple was around the altar on the front lawn, and there was no one on the peach mountain at this time, except for the sound of flowing water next to the stone steps, which was quiet and palpitating.

The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps, and Ning Que turned into an afterimage on the stone steps, rushing towards the peak at an unimaginable speed, leaving behind a shattered stone step and a trail of blood.

In the previous moment, he was extremely seriously injured, Zhihai was shaken and uneasy, every step would be painful, his ribs were cracked by the big handprint of Qi Nian, and every step of the crack seemed to be deep, and no one knew when it might break.

It would be nice if the big black umbrella was here, who could hurt himself? Ning Que suddenly felt a lot of nostalgia, and then thought that he would be able to see the big black umbrella soon, so he was happy again.

The quiet Momoyama was empty, and there were no pursuers under the stone steps, and he kept running, running alone, not feeling lonely, and there was no tension.

He went to see her, so how could he be lonely, how nervous? The more he ran, the happier he became, and the smile on his face was so happy that even if the autumn wind after the rain was as cold as a knife, he could not cut it.

The two clear light arrays were torn apart by him with iron knives and runes.

He came to the bottom of the temple and stood on the cliff.

The autumn sky after the rain was so clean, and the view from the high mountains was even more open, he could watch the sun gradually set along the distant mountains in the west, and even see the picture of the Yellow River flowing into the sea in the far south.

Then he looked at the temple at the top of the mountain and the straight stone steps in front of him, and thought to himself, I am going to go up the next floor, and you will hide thousands of miles away?