The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi of the entire Chang'an City was majestic and immense, and it was impossible to calculate the number at all, and at this time, the pestle of the formation was followed by Ning Que's left hand, and it kept pouring into his body.

Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi has no substance, no mass, clearer than the clearest water, lighter than the lightest air, but at this time, the amount entering his body is too much, which naturally brings unbearable loads.

If it was an ordinary person, even if it was a cultivator at the peak of knowing his fate, in such a short period of time, he had accepted such a large amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and he would only be able to die in an instant.

But Ning Que cultivates Haoran Qi, his body is stronger than steel, except for the three sects of Dao, Buddha and Demon, and the third senior sister Yu Curtain, who is the sect master of the Demon Sect, there is no one stronger than him.

His body was like a container forged in steel, and the kind of alien steel that made the Yuan Thirteen Arrows in the one hundred and seventy-ninth chapter of the fourth volume of the curtain was born, bearing the constant influx of heaven and earth vitality, and then compressing these vitality to an unimaginable Cheng dù.

At this time, he was like a seashell in the depths of the sea, his body and soul were under incomparably terrifying pressure, but he didn't know when he would be able to condense into a dazzling pearl.

It was a very painful process, but there was no expression on his face, except for the blinking of his eyelashes and the melting of the snow on his clothes. He just looked at the Lord.

The wounds on his body broke open again, and blood flowed outward, and the blood was as crystal clear as red jade, and when it met the cold wind in the street, it dispersed and turned into extremely fine particles.

The particles left the surface of his clothes and floated in the air around him, like flames and fog. He looked like a burning fire man, and he looked like an extremely cold iceman.

He continued to draw his knife.

The sharp blade slowly rose from the bluestone crack of Suzaku Street, bringing out black mud chips, and it was about to leave the snow, and a lot of things happened in Chang'an City...... In the early morning, the snow fell in Chang'an City like a curtain, and the viewer waved his sleeves to break the block. Drifting into the city, he defeated the senior brother and the third senior sister of the academy in a row, and then many Dao runes appeared in front of his eyes, and the fourth volume of the year of the curtain fell Chapter 179 Ten million swords. Sue him for not having this way out.

From that moment on, until he saw the Lord in the wind and snow on Suzaku Avenue, Ning Que walked a lot in Chang'an City. cut off a lot of the past related to Sangsang, and erased many traces left by Haotian in the Shocking God Array.

Although he didn't completely repair the Astonishing Array in the end, he left behind enough runes—those runes were made up of two scar marks that looked like a single word.

These runes make the viewer a little wolf, so that the viewer cannot go straight to the palace to destroy the eyes of the shocking array, so that the viewer must walk into the wind and snow of the Vermilion Bird Avenue, and must choose to kill Ning Que first.

Ning Que was seriously injured by the Seven Dao Tianxia Xi Divine Finger, and he didn't continue to write the characters because it was meaningless, but the hundreds of characters he wrote down did not dissipate. Instead, with the support of the Shocking Array, it continued to float in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, gradually disappearing into the wind and snow.

As he drew his sword, hundreds of characters reappeared.

On the streets, in the alleys.

In the well. In front of the ya.

Behind the wall, in the garden.

Under the willows, on the plum side.

Hundreds of characters reappear in Chang'an City!

It's unbelievable that these runes are still changing.

To be precise, these characters are being deformed.

These characters are made up of two knife marks, which are two strokes.

One by one.

As Ning Que drew his knife. The flick slowly rose to the right, as if to drift away from it.

This skimming is like a feathered arrow, the invisible bowstring is pulling back, getting farther and farther away from the bow, and at the same time accumulating stronger and stronger strength.

It's like a knife, leaving the ground and about to show its edge...... Drawing a knife is a very simple action, Ning Que doesn't know how many times he has repeated it in his life, he is very skilled in doing it, so it was completed in a very short time.

The changes in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City also occurred in a very short time.

The situation changed drastically, and the first to feel the changes in Ning Que and Chang'an City was not the Guanzhu, nor the senior brother, nor the people on the snow street, but the sky above everyone's heads.

The water at the bottom of the well at the mouth of the alley had already frozen, and suddenly there were two more knife marks, two knife marks on the snow-covered clock, and two knife marks on Yanming Lake.

The well water began to ripple again, the bells began to ripple, the willow branches on the shore of the Yanming Lake also began to ripple in the cold wind, the thick snow fell on the pine trees in the Tantuo Temple, and a fat squirrel sat under the winter grain under its buttocks, rubbing its forelimbs constantly, not understanding why he had been frozen before.

The aura of silence that enveloped the Hushan Pagoda Temple disappeared in an instant with the reappearance and transformation of hundreds of characters, even the falling wind and snow suddenly stopped, and the frozen Chang'an came to life.

The aura that came from nowhere, with Ning Que's movements, continued to spread around, and at the same time rushed towards the heavenly dome, wildly dispersing the heavy snow clouds, and the blue sky reappeared.

When the Master leaves the world, the Lord is the first in the world.

The sky was the first to feel the change, and he was the second.

He sensed danger.

His eyes suddenly faded, lighter than gray, until they were transparent, like crystals, and there were countless lights and shadows in them that were moving at high speed, as if there were many stories happening on the curtain.

He saw fragments, fragments that he couldn't believe.

In Chang'an City, the viewer could not see the future clearly, just as he had never seen clearly what would become of the academy in the future, but he had seen some pictures that he firmly believed.

But those images have changed.

At the moment when Ning Que pulled out the knife...... The snow stops, the wind breathes.

Suzaku Avenue is very quiet.

The viewer looked at Ning Que, his eyes returned to normal, but he left a trace of surprise.

He believed in the Word, and there was no love or hatred for such things as killing.

Today, the Lord has killed countless people, and he has his own reason and needs.

He wanted to kill Ning Que before, but it was also based on need.

But he wanted to kill Ning Que at this time. But it was based on an inexplicable vigilance.

This vigilance was so strong that it even made his Dao heart shake slightly.

He wanted to kill Ning Que, and this desire was about to turn into an instinct.

But he sensed that there was something hidden in the air between himself and Ning Que.

If he can't advance to Wuyuan, he can't kill Ning Que in the shortest possible time.

Then he at least couldn't let Ning Que raise the knife.

The viewer looked at Ning Que and said, "Whoever believes in ......"

Ning Que didn't know why he was talking at this time.

The academy disciple in front of Qingxia heard these three words. It must be able to think of the Xiling canon read by the great priest of the Heavenly Oracle, the kind of Taoist magic that is as famous as the first lecture of the Hanging Temple.

Ning Que did not die.

Because the Lord has only time to say these three words.

Because the senior brother said three words at the same time: "Zi is silent." ”

After saying these three words. His face turned pale, and more and more blood spilled from his padded jacket.

After blocking for such a moment, Ning Que finally pulled out the knife.

The blade left the snow completely.

Looking at the knife in his hand. The Spectator took a step back.

To retreat is to go.

For thousands of years, he was the only one who entered Chang'an City.

Seeing it, you can destroy the Shocking Array, destroy the Tang Kingdom and the Academy, and achieve immortal achievements.

As long as you can kill Ning Que, you can do this.

For the Lord, this is a very simple thing, and naturally it is a great temptation.

But he was leaving.

Without the slightest hesitation, without any reluctance.

Only those who are truly clear in the heart and do not stain the dust can do so.

There was no wind or snow on the streets.

The contemplator cannot move forward. He stepped back, and his right foot retreated to the ground, and the soles of his feet were covered with wind and snow.

An invisible door appeared in the snowstorm.

A door that can only be seen in the realm of no distance.

The right foot of the viewer stepped into the door, and Tsing Yi suddenly became transparent.

The next moment, he was about to step into the void.

The vitality of heaven and earth in Chang'an City. has been messed up by Ning Que, but he still can't stop him from leaving.

Ning Que was not prepared to let him leave.

Because he has drawn his sword.

The blade leaves the snow with a slight sound, like an oiled brush brushing over a piece of meat that has been roasted by a campfire, or like a brush dipped in ink sliding across the snow-white paper.

The streets and alleys of Chang'an City, willows and plum edges. Hundreds of soft noises were made at the same time.

Like the sound of a harp, like the sound of a bowstring vibrating, most like the sound of a knife coming out of its sheath.

It was the sound of skimming and grinding.

That's the sound of hundreds of characters.

Immediately afterward, the sound of more blades unsheathed sounded.

This time, it's the real sound.

The more than ten pig-killing knives hanging on the wall of the Dongcheng pork shop had been lonely in the leather scabbards for a whole day and a night, and suddenly those pig-killing knives broke out of their sheaths.

Not far from Suzaku Avenue, there was a sharp knife stuck in the board of a certain house, the knife was stained with fresh blood, and not far away there was a pot of stewed meat with a slight steam, and suddenly the kitchen knife jumped out of the cutting board.

The two teenagers lay in a pool of blood beside Suzaku Avenue, badly wounded, leaning weakly against the snow-soaked wall, and although they were not dead, they could no longer hold the knives and forks beside them. Suddenly, the two knives and kitchen knives jumped out of the snowdrift and landed in their hands.

Ning Que drew his knife.

All the knives in Chang'an City were drawn.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of knives began to show their edge.

The winter willows on the shore of Yanming Lake are floating.

The Han pine in Tantuo Temple bowed.

The snow on the whetstone floated up.

One of the hundreds of runes moved slightly.

The remnants of snow on the long street are blurred, and countless fierce breaths appear abruptly.

The invisible door was slashed to pieces in an instant.

There were countless subtle cracks in the green clothes on the Lord's body.

In the powerful flesh that he simulated with the Heavenly Demon Realm, many rifts also appeared.

The Lord began to bleed, began to shed a lot of blood.

Ning Que raised his knife and said, "I want to kill you." ”

As he spoke, an absolutely condensed Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi erupted from his lips, turning into a half-foot-long white mist, with tiny lightning flashes in the mist, as well as his extremely strong desire...... Tomorrow is still two chapters. ）rq！！！