In the middle of the carriage, a pair of hands lifted the curtain.

That Taixuanmen disciple had already withdrawn his disguise.

This scene made Lu Tianqi change color slightly, and his face was ugly.

"You're not Zhou Qiankun!"

He was furious, and his eyes seemed to be able to kill.

The disciple disguised as Zhou Qiankun smiled faintly: "After playing the game with you for a day, delaying you for a day, our task is also completed." ”

This sentence made Lu Tianqi's face cold.

His eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire.

I thought I was playing with them, but I didn't expect that the person who was being played with turned out to be myself!

"You guys, very good, dare to play this seat, I ate you!"

Lu Tianqi was furious, opened his mouth, and in a moment, his mouth was bigger than the carriage, and he swallowed the carriage into his stomach in one gulp.

His face was grim, as if he didn't understand his hatred.

"It's hateful, I was delayed by these two people for a day, and I left others a lot of time, I hope the real Zhou Qiankun has not been intercepted and killed."

Lu Tianqi left angrily.

Between the two green hills, on a wide avenue, a horse-drawn carriage was parked.

The people on the carriage looked up at the green mountains and the bright moon in the sky.

"Tonight, the moonlight is so good."

The disciple driving the carriage smiled faintly and said to the disciple in the carriage: "I didn't expect to see such a round moon before I died, and I died without regrets, right?" ”

Inside the carriage, a calm voice came.

"Yes, being buried under the bright moon is also chic."

Between the two green mountains, a person stands proudly, shining with thunder and lightning, like a thunder god in the world.

A thunderbolt in Lei Batian's hand illuminated the night sky, and his tone was indifferent.

"Are you done with the last words?"

His tone was flat, and he didn't seem to be disappointed or angry because the person in the car was not Zhou Qiankun.

For him, one in eighteen luck equals no chance.

To be honest, Lei Batian also admires these people in Taixuanmen, who can give their lives for their beliefs.

But unfortunately, they have different positions and cannot tolerate mercy.

"Wind Thunder Pavilion, do it, my big Chu man, there is no one who gives in."

On the carriage, the two looked determined.

The people in front of them are the monks of the Shenwu Kingdom, and they do not show a posture of timidity or submission.

Lei Batian's face was indifferent, and the thunder in his hand fell, cutting through the peace between the two green mountains.

After the thunder cleared, Qingshan was calm, but the carriage had disappeared.

"It's a pity, if it's not from my Shenwu country, then there is only one way to die."

Lei Batian turned around and left calmly.

On the road in the other direction, Ouyang Cangyu wiped the Zen staff in his hand with a handkerchief.

As an ascetic, the blood-stained Zen staff was a taboo for him.

In the distance, a carriage shattered, and in the middle of the carriage, two bloody corpses lay down.

Ouyang Cangyu shook his head with some disappointment.

I thought it was Zhou Qiankun in the carriage, so he pushed a little harder.

Unexpectedly, it was just a monk in the Linghai realm, who couldn't bear his Zen staff at all, and died immediately.

"Bad luck, bad luck."

It doesn't matter if a person dies, he actually stained the blood on the Zen staff, which made Ouyang Cangyu quite unhappy.

Holding the Zen staff, Ouyang Feiyu slowly turned around and left.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road.

Murong Ruoshui took two monks, a man and a woman, and walked to the ancient pavilion not far away.

In the ancient pavilion, a fairy in white sat on a stone bench, and two teas were placed in front of the table.

The tea is steaming, the tea is fragrant, and it is refreshing.

Murong Ruoshui looked at these two Taixuanmen monks and smiled bitterly.

After all, she still didn't choose the direction that the real Zhou Qiankun took.

Now I can only let Zhou Qiankun ask for more blessings, I hope I won't meet the masters of the Divine Mansion Heavenly and Human List.

Otherwise, nine deaths.

"The two of you are waiting here, waiting for this matter, and then I will take you back to Yaochi to avoid the limelight for a while."

The two bowed to Murong Ruoshui gratefully, and then stood aside obediently.

Murong Ruoshui walked into the ancient pavilion and sat down, looking at the tea in front of him, but he didn't pick it up.

"Holy Maiden, are you out of the customs?"

Qing Yao nodded, gently picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

"What's going on now?"

Qing Yao gently put down the tea in her hand, but her eyes drifted into the distance.

Murong Ruoshui looked at the sorrow hidden in Qing Yao's eyes and shook his head.

"The situation is not very good, more than half of the eighteen carriages arranged by Zhou Qiankun have been damaged, and it is estimated that he will be intercepted within tomorrow."

A trace of worry flashed in Qing Yao's eyes, but she still pretended to be unfazed.

She unconsciously tapped her hand on the stone table, making a dull sound.

"How many celestials have come? How many gods are on the list of celestial beings? ”

After a long time, she asked two questions unhurriedly.

The wind blew through the white dress and also blew her hair.

The hair is fluttering, but it is a constant sorrow.

Murong Ruoshui sighed lightly and said softly: "On the side of the Shenwu Kingdom, the five major sects have two celestials to make a move, and on the side of the ice field, there are three celestials to make a move, and there are also three celestials in the Flowing Fire Domain, but the Heavenly Fire Venerable was beaten back by the Xufeng Venerable. ”

Murong Ruoshui's tone suddenly became a little worried.

"The Great Chu Imperial Family also sent two celestials, Chu Zhan Maniac and Chu Muyang, however, this is only the power sent by the royal family on the surface, and no one knows whether there are still celestial beings hidden in the secret."

Qing Yao also frowned slightly.

The royal family is the most troublesome existence in the territory of Great Chu.

They have the strongest power and the most terrifying intelligence capabilities.

It's just that I don't know how determined the royal family is about the artifact, if it's really inevitable, it is estimated to be quite troublesome.

Even if Yao Chi went all out and wanted to keep Zhou Qiankun in front of the royal family, it would be difficult to climb to the sky.

Qing Yao understood Murong Ruoshui's concerns, and she fell into deep thought.

Murong Ruoshui sighed and continued.

"In addition, the other six major chambers of commerce in the Haiqian Kingdom have not taken action for the time being, but the Fengqian Chamber of Commerce has also moved, and it is unknown how many celestial people will be dispatched."

Qing Yao came back to her senses, and her tone was indifferent, as if she had nothing to do with herself.

"Zhou Qiankun has slashed Feng Qianqian, and the Feng Qianqian Chamber of Commerce will definitely not let go of this opportunity to fall into the ground."

She stared at the moonlight in the sky, her eyes narrowed slightly, and no one knew what she was thinking at the moment.

"As far as the current situation is concerned, there are already eighteen celestials on the bright side, plus the celestials in the dark, Zhou Qiankun is in a worrying situation."

Murong Ruoshui nodded.

"Fortunately, the Divine Sword Sect is also willing to do its best to protect him, just like Yao Chi."

Murong Ruoshui's tone was filled with some hope.

Yao Chi and the Divine Sword Sect are both among the best behemoths in Great Chu, and the two of them together can still deter many forces.

Qing Yao shook her head slightly, and said lightly: "If the Holy Spirit doesn't come forward, no one can protect him, Yao Chi can't do it, and the Divine Sword Sect can't do it." ”

Qing Yao's words made Murong Ruoshui fall into bitterness.

So, everything they're doing now is in the middle of now?