Remember [Chinese Network] in one second, and provide you with high-speed text debut. Facing what may be the most powerful existence in this world, and facing the most tragic ending, Chen Changsheng is afraid, nervous, and uneasy...... But there was still no despair.

He was desperate when he was ten years old, used to it, and knew it was useless.

He looked at the middle-aged scholar by the stream in the distance, and his right hand held a button in his sleeve.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to have discovered something, his eyes suddenly became sharper, the cold light was like a sword, and the terrifying aura dispersed towards the mountains and wilderness.

With a loud bang, the stones in the air were slightly shaken.

The wind and snow were sudden, and the mountain road was even colder, and with several crisp sounds, many cultivators' weapons fell to the ground!

Chen Changsheng found that his right hand was a little disobedient, as if it was really frozen, and there was no way to pinch the button in his palm!

With the continuous flow of formations in the cold mountain, hundreds of heavenly stones fell again.

The middle-aged scholar raised his right hand and flicked his finger towards the mountain road in the distance.

An invisible and traceless aura passed through the encirclement of those heavenly stones and came to the mountain road.

Chen Changsheng's right hand was locked by the middle-aged scholar, but his left hand could still move.

Only the faint sound of metal grinding was heard, and the metal ball that flew out of the scabbard stretched out at an unimaginable speed.

Chen Changsheng had an old umbrella in his left hand.

Yellow paper umbrella.

A roar resounded through the mountain road, and the stream churned up, splashing into ten thousand snows.

The breath hit the surface of the yellow paper umbrella.

The unimaginable force of violence passed down the umbrella bone of the yellow paper umbrella to Chen Changsheng's body.

Chen Changsheng was like a stone that had been hit by a hammer, roaring through the wind and swept away, smashing the hard cliff!

The smoke and dust are loud, and then they fade away.

A clear humanoid trace appeared on the cliff, and there were stone chips, but there was no trace of Chen Changsheng.

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Chen Changsheng was able to break away from the middle-aged scholar's qi lock and disappear without a trace in such an unimaginable way, naturally relying on the button he had been holding in the palm of his hand.

That's not an ordinary button, it's a thousand miles button.

When Luoluo met the demon assassin in the National Education Academy, he used to use a thousand miles button, but was blocked by Tianluo.

Tianluo is the weapon of the Demon Lord, although the power has long since disappeared, but it can just restrain the Qianli Button.

Now, Tianluo should be in the hands of the Great Zhou court.

Today in the cold mountain, Chen Changsheng met Tianluo's master, and used a thousand miles button to escape, but was not blocked by Tianluo, but was blocked by a big stone.

He should have left the range of the Cold Mountain at this time, and joined Mao Qiuyu and the King of Linghai under the mountain, but he was still in the mountains.

Thousands of stones suspended in the sky sealed off the entire cold mountain, so he couldn't leave.

It was a mountain-like boulder that lay right in front of the trail.

Chen Changsheng's face was extremely pale, and the injuries in his body broke out, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the stone.

The middle-aged scholar's previous finger was faintly better than Zhu Luo's sword that he had seen in Xunyang City.

If it weren't for the yellow paper umbrella, he would have died by this time.

Even so, a hole appeared on the surface of the yellow paper umbrella.

Chen Changsheng looked at the blood stains on the stone, confirmed that there was no smell, and still couldn't rest assured, grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and covered it, and then swept towards the top of the mountain road.

In the past battles, he rarely ran away, let alone left his companions, but today was different, because he did not defeat the middle-aged scholar, or even resist the possibility of the other party a little, and he knew very well that the goal of the middle-aged scholar was himself, so the farther he fled, the safer his companion was.

So he fled, and he fled with great determination.

He used his burning sword, burning the true yuan like a life, and rushed towards the cold mountain peak at an unimaginable speed.

Among the mountains shrouded in night, a dust dragon was born, and it was miles away in an instant.

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There is silence on the banks of the stream and on the mountain paths.

People were surprised to look at the cliff after the smoke and dust, and at the marks left by the impact. Tang Thirty-six and Folded Sleeves didn't look at it, but just stared at the middle-aged scholar by the stream, even though his face was pale and afraid, knowing that he would die the next moment, he still stared at it deadly.

The middle-aged book came alive and walked towards the top of the stream.

The Cold Mountain Heavenly Stone Great Array gave birth to an induction, and hundreds of Heavenly Stones surrounded him.

Folding sleeves and Tang Thirty-six also moved at the same time, and rushed towards the middle-aged scholar. Of course, they knew that they couldn't be the opponent of the middle-aged scholar, but the other party was obviously coming for Chen Changsheng, and at this time, they must be chasing Chen Changsheng, so it dragged on for a moment......

They couldn't hold the middle-aged scholar back, but they didn't die either.

Far away from the old city of Snow and coming to the human world, the time of middle-aged scholars is very precious, at least more precious than their lives, so he ignores the two.

There was no way for Folded Sleeves and Tang Thirty-six to catch up with the footsteps of the middle-aged scholars.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to be walking very slowly, but he instantly appeared in the distant mountain peak.

The most terrifying thing was that he was walking with hundreds of heavenly stones.

Those Heavenly Stones had an unimaginable weight, and at this time, they were all on the body of the middle-aged scholar, but they couldn't slow down his pace for a moment.

A heavy rumbling sound sounded in the mountains, like thunder, countless cliffs collapsed, and mountain roads broke.

It's weird, it's shocking, it's terrifying, it's powerful.

With the departure of the middle-aged scholar and those heavenly stones, the wind and snow and coercion on the streamside and mountain road suddenly disappeared.

With a bang, the stream shook off the ground, sprayed into the sky hundreds of feet high, and then fell like rain.

The cliffs, mountain paths and meadows shook violently, and muffled humming sounded incessantly.

The persimmons in the woods that looked like yellow lanterns fell to the ground one after another, whether they were ripe or green, and they were all smashed like mud.

Like the corpses and flesh by the stream.

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The big stone still hung silently there, close to the ground, as if it were a mountain.

The middle-aged scholar was on the opposite cliff, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the mountain-like stone flew over and fell into his hand.

Compared to this mountain-like boulder, he seemed so small that he had to be completely covered.

A mountain falling into his hand may sound a little out of place, but it's happening.

A cold wind rose from the cliffs shrouded in night, blowing away the dust on the surface of the stones, revealing the blood stains that had not yet dried up completely.

The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and sniffed there, his expression was still indifferent, but he slowly closed his eyes, as if he was intoxicated.

"Wu'er is not wrong. ”

The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes, looked at the blood stains on the stone, and showed a smile, looking very satisfied.

The landscape on his face is a little brighter and more vibrant.

The next moment, the landscape darkened for a few minutes.

Because he raised an eyebrow.

- It's not fully ripe, but it should be enough.

The hidden wounds left back then should be able to be recovered.

He was finally able to unload his heavy burden and continue his journey towards the ultimate state of great freedom.

Thinking of this, thinking of the long years of this thousand years, even he can't help but feel a little emotional.

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(Late 8 in the next chapter.) ）