Chapter 872: The Secret of Sinking into the Depths of the River

"Be quicker. ”

The silent stranger in Tsing Yi suddenly spoke: "His vitality is cut off, and Infinite Bi will inevitably sense it." ”

Divine realm powerhouses like Otherred and Infinite Blue must have left an imprint in their son's sea of consciousness as the final guarantee of safety.

The aura of this stranger in Tsing Yi can isolate the movement in the restaurant from the chill released by the previous pastoral poem from heaven and earth, but it cannot sever the connection between this true blood and soul.

The pastoral poem woke up from a slightly confused emotion, and gently stretched out her fingers and flicked it.

A very gentle wind shot out from her fingertips and landed on Bei Tianxin's body.

There was a clatter, and the ice sculpture collapsed into countless pieces, then the wind blew it and became even more shattered until it became a fine sand-like crystalline particle.

The stranger in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand, rolled the grains on the floor into his sleeve, and then walked out of the restaurant with the pastoral poem.

A priest entered the room and swept the floor clean with a broom.

If Chen Changsheng was present, he would definitely be able to recognize who this priest was, because this priest was an old acquaintance of the National Religious Academy.

Priest Xin of the Religious Cardinal Office reappeared again after three years, but suddenly appeared in Fengyang County, why is this?

Priest Xin went to the next room and brought a stool, sat down in the corridor not far away, closed his eyes and began to wait.

His face was a little ugly because he was waiting for death.

A fishing boat left the wharf in Fengyang County, went up the Xiajiang River, and after leaving people's sight, it moved forward at an unimaginable speed without wind.

It didn't take long for the fishing boat to come to a river dozens of miles away.

Standing at the bow of the ship, the strange man in Tsing Yi quietly looked at the turbulent river, not knowing what he wanted to see from it, or if he wanted to find the traces that someone had stepped on not long ago?

Mu Jiushi sat in the boat, looked at the back of the strange man in Tsing Yi and said, "The black dragon is not in Fengyang County today. ”

The stranger in Tsing Yi said, "Yes." ”

Mu Jiu Shi was puzzled and said: "Since you can't do it in Hanqiu City, why can't you do it today?"

The strange man in Tsing Yi said: "First of all, time is tight, and secondly, I don't know where the black dragon was that day, but I know where she is today, and no one else knows." ”

The pastoral poem did not understand, but she believed his words.

The monster in Tsing Yi didn't know what he saw, and gently flicked his sleeve.

Those crystal powders that were still cold fell from his cuffs, and when they were washed by the turbulent river, there was no trace, no ripple at all.

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There are many tributaries in the upper reaches of the Hate River, one of which has a clear water quality, many wild trees grow on the riverside, and the scenery is beautiful, named Tongjiang.

The green mountains in the upper reaches of the Tongjiang River are a vein in the five foothills of Tiannan.

Deep in the mountains, there is a peak, shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, which is particularly mysterious and holy.

That is the holy place in the hearts of countless cultivators and believers - the Holy Maiden Peak.

Nanxi Zhai is on the Saintess Peak, and the scope of its jurisdiction is even larger, with at least hundreds of peaks and thousands of miles of wilderness under its ownership.

Nanxi Zhai is the same as the ancestral court of the southern sect of the state religion, there are many affiliated small sects like Cijian Temple and Lotus Pond, plus the ordinary people who have lived here for generations, it is prosperous and very lively, especially the town located on the bank of the Tongjiang River, which is extremely lively.

One afternoon, the riverside outside the town was as quiet as usual, and suddenly a hurricane rose out of nowhere, and the reeds in the river greeted it, and the cattle on the meadow ran in terror.

Two faint green rays of light flickered in the air.

A little girl with a dull expression appeared on the riverside, it was Nanke.

Chen Changsheng got up from the ground, dusted off the ashes on his body, glanced at Nanke, and wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything after all.

Immediately after, the three of them fell into the air and landed on the meadow.

Tang Thirty-six and Hu Thirty-two were still normal, just like before entering Zhou Yuan.

But the folded sleeves were a little embarrassed, there was more ash on his clothes than Chen Changsheng, and there were a few cuts in them, and there was even a wound on his face.

Chen Changsheng was very surprised, thinking that there should be no enemies in Zhou Yuan, who was he fighting so fiercely?

Looking at his eyes, he folded his sleeves and said, "I had a fight with those demon beasts." ”

Hearing this, Tang Thirty-two remembered the picture at that time, and shook his head again and again, Hu Thirty-two also had a complicated expression.

At that time, they were sitting on the highest place of Zhou Ling, and the smoke outside Zhou Ling was billowing out, and the demon beasts were surging like a tide, roaring angrily as if they were going to tear the sky apart.

The folded sleeves are like a stone, sometimes submerged inside, sometimes appearing, and they are both admired and worried.

Chen Changsheng didn't ask why he wanted to fight with those demon beasts, because he knew the reason.

At the beginning, in the grassland where the sun never sets, he folded his sleeves and was blind, and fled everywhere with seven rooms on his back, and he had already formed a deep enmity with those demon beasts.

Hu Thirty-two looked at Chen Changsheng, and his expression was even more respectful.

When he was in Wenshui City and the Canyon, the bishop's attitude towards Chen Changsheng was extremely respectful, and it was also from the heart, but now his deference came from the depths of his heart.

How do you judge the ability or potential of a truly strong person? One of the easiest ways to do this is to look at the size of the small world they have.

The larger the small world that can be controlled, the higher the level.

Now that he had confirmed the rumor, Zhou Yuan was indeed in the hands of His Majesty the Pope.

Many years ago, when he was serving in the Seikenden, he had entered the Aoba world of the previous Pope.

He was very sure that the Aoba world was far less big than Zhou Yuan.

This made him very interested in His Majesty the Pope and the State Religion as well as ...... I am more confident about my future.

Chen Changsheng naturally didn't know that letting Hu Thirty-two enter Zhou Garden, just like letting Eucalyptus Hua and Chen Yu enter Zhou Garden, would bring these benefits.

His gaze fell on the mountains far away.

The mountains are beautiful, full of rich green, even in the midday sun, there is still no dryness, and the sight of it makes you feel peaceful.

The further you go into the mountains, the denser the vegetation becomes, the greener the greenery, but without any redundancy, diluted by the increasing clouds and mist.

And in the deepest part of the clouds, there is a faintly high mountain peak, which seems to be real and imaginary, and it is impossible to see the true face at all.

That's the Virgin's Peak?

Looking at the mountain peak in the distance, Tang Thirty-six was also a little excited, you must know that the Holy Maiden Peak is a famous holy place, and it is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes.

Chen Changsheng's mood changes are more because the Holy Maiden Peak is the place where Xu Yourong lives and cultivates.

In his later letters, Xu Yourong did not mention the appearance of the Holy Maiden Peak.

He had imagined it many times.

Although Xu Yourong should still be in retreat at this time, he can't see each other.

But the thought that she was on that mountain still gave birth to a lot of longings.

It's like the most clichΓ©d of words.

He was eager to put on his wings and fly over.

Nanke walked up to him, looked up at him and said seriously, "Do you want to fly?" ”