What are the people in the mountains facing?

Mao Qiuyu did not hesitate, his sleeves were lightly raised, and he swept several miles away in an instant, and walked towards the mountain road, the king of Linghai's face was pale, turned into a streamer and left, and his right hand flipped and held a dazzling magic pestle.

Just as the old man of Tianji came to the conclusion of his calculations, these two state religious giants were ordered by His Majesty the Pope to escort Chen Changsheng, and they really held heavy treasures!

However, they were unable to step on the mountain road and were forced to stop in front of the torii of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.

Not because of the night, but because of the sky, countless stones suddenly fell from the sky.

Those stones were densely packed, like a big net, completely enveloping the entire cold mountain, exuding an extremely powerful aura.

Those stones are not ordinary stones, but heavenly stones of the same origin as the Heavenly Book Tablet!

These Heavenly Stones formed an extremely powerful array, even the strongest in the Divine Realm, there was no way to break this Heavenly Stone Formation in a short period of time, although their strength realm was strong, and they also carried the heavy treasure of the National Religion, there was no way to break into this cold mountain at this time.

So those people in the cold mountains...... What about that person?

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The heavenly stone starts from the heavenly pool, from the grassy cliff by the pool, and from the fingertips of the old man of Tianji.

The old man of Tianji sat on the shore of the lake, the wrinkles on his face increased several times in an instant, and he looked even older, but his fingers were still so steady, and he kept writing something in the mist on the surface of the water, which was calculating, and at the same time, he was also arranging the formation, and his body exuded an extremely powerful aura.

Thousands of celestial stones flew all over the mountains, suspended in the air, and in the dark night, as if stars appeared, blocking the land within a radius of five hundred miles.

This is Hanshan, his place.

Even though the middle-aged scholar who came to Hanshan today was the strongest opponent he had encountered in his thousand-year-old cultivation years, he was confident that he would fight with the other party.

The stone suspended in the night sky is woven into a net, and the center of this stone net is at the bend of the mountain road, on the side of the stream, and in front of the persimmon forest.

Right above the head of the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar looked up at the night sky, looking at the dozens of heavenly stones in his sight, his expression was still indifferent, and he was not moved in the slightest.

The body of the old man Tianji, who was far away on the shore of the peak lake, shook slightly, and the wrinkles on his face did not increase, but they deepened by a few points.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the peak with an expressionless face and said, "Tianji, you want to trap me with such a simple formation?"

His voice was like thunder, blasting through the mountains.

The cultivators who were guarding in front of Chen Changsheng shook the sea, and some cultivators who were slightly weaker in cultivation even directly abandoned the Dao sword in their hands and covered their ears in pain.

These pictures are faintly visible in the fog on the surface of the peak lake.

The old man looked at the picture in the fog and said, "I can't be trapped for a lifetime, I must be trapped for a while." ”

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Then you don't care about the life or death of these juniors?"

The old man said: "If you don't care about your own life or death, who else can I control?"

These two peerless powerhouses were at least more than a hundred miles apart at this time, but they seemed to be talking face-to-face.

Listening to these two simple conversations, the human cultivators and demon clan masters who had originally had hope because they heard the voice of the old man of Tianji suddenly despaired again.

The people in the Tianji Pavilion who were sitting cross-legged in the pavilion on the shore of the peak lake showed unbearable expressions on their faces, but they had nothing to say.

If the old man of Tianji exerts all his strength at this time, he is not sure that he will save those people on the mountain road and by the stream, but he may not be able to make those people not all die.

But in that case, the old man of Tianji would not be able to maintain the Heavenly Stone Great Array that sealed the five hundred miles of cold mountain at this time.

Those who enter the cold mountains are important, the future of humanity. However, if the middle-aged scholar could be sealed in the cold mountain for a little longer, waiting for the powerhouses of the human world to come and kill him, then ...... Humanity is bound to usher in an incomparably better future.

In the short time that he discovered the traces of the middle-aged scholar, the old man of Tianji made more than 40 deductions and calculations, and finally made his own choice.

If the death of those people can be exchanged for the death of the most terrible enemy of the human world, then this is a well-deserved death.

Even if there is a future pope among those people.

The old man of Tianji believes that if those people know the identity of the middle-aged scholar, they will also make the same choice as themselves.

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Wanshou Pavilion is a famous spot in Xiling, with a very rich collection of books. A scribe was standing by a bookshelf, reading a scroll in his hand. The man was dressed in an ordinary robe, and the only thing unusual was a red flower tied to his little finger. The flower is very red, the red is very beautiful, and it is very special, not like any kind of red that is common, and it has a different kind of beauty.

The scribe's expression was calm, and he seemed to be reading intently, however, the red flower trembling lightly between his little fingers showed that his feelings at this time were not as they seemed. Or maybe it's because of the shouting and scolding from time to time outside the cabinet. Wanshou Pavilion is a quiet resort, who dares to shout and curse outside the pavilion, and who dares to shout and curse this scribe?

The person who scolded outside the pavilion was an old Taoist aunt, holding a half-bald whisk in her hand, and she was actually Infinite Bi, who was driven out of Kyoto by the Queen of the Heavenly Sea.

The scribe could no longer remain calm as he listened to the scolding from outside the pavilion, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and finally he sighed and prepared to say something. At this moment, in the eastern sky outside the Wanshou Pavilion, there was a sudden faint fluctuation.

The scribe's expression changed slightly, and his figure flickered, and he disappeared in front of the bookshelf, and the next moment he came outside the pavilion. The old Dao Gu saw that the scribe finally appeared, and she was secretly proud in her heart, but her face was still full of hatred, she looked at him and said, "Your son doesn't care, doesn't your wife care either!"

The scribe ignored her, still looking at the northeast direction in the blue sky, his face was very ugly.

The old Dao Gu was angry, and reached out and grabbed him.

The scribe snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves angrily, and then lightly stepped on a lotus leaf in the lotus pond in front of the pavilion with his toes, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the air without a trace.

The old Dao Gu fell heavily to the ground, and her cheeks were red and swollen.

She covered her face and froze, she had never been treated like this since she was married.

Just as she was about to scold, she finally sensed something strange from the sky, and her face became a little pale and palpitating.

At the moment, she only hoped that she hadn't delayed her husband's time to flick her sleeves just now.

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The Wanliu Garden outside the Hanqiu City is still scorched earth, although it has been a long time, there is still no tender girl reborn.

Zhu Luo stood on the shore of the former lake, looking at the remnants in front of him, silent.

In recent days, he has been dealing with the affairs of the Zhu clan and the Ruthless Sect, while waiting for the day when Wang Po returns to Tianliang County, and his mind is slightly tired.

A man in a hat stood beside him, a stargazer from all directions.

Suddenly, a piece of black ash fell on the edge of the hat, and the stargazer faintly felt it, and looked at the eastern sky, and suddenly saw the sea of clouds thousands of miles away darkening a few minutes.

"Something happened. ”

"There you go. ”

"Good. ”R1148