は防§过§lv The following is a typo, according to the pinyin, Baidu = Baidu to shrimp = yixia hey = нèì Yan = Yan brother = ge pipe = guan chop = kan drunk = zui letter = xin Zhang = zhang street = jie Wanliuyuan Countless footprints suddenly appeared in the scorched earth, like stars.

The figure of the stargazer has disappeared without a trace, or has left Tianliang County.

Zhu Luo looked into the distance, and his face showed extremely complicated feelings.

Actually went to Hanshan?

If it was back then, of course he would rush to Hanshan with stargazers at this time.

Just like those powerhouses on the continent who received the message from the old man of Tianji at this time.

But now he is old and injured, and there is no way to rush over.

Suddenly, he felt a trace of remorse for the incident in Xunyang City last year.

If he hadn't killed Su Li at that time, he would have had the opportunity to kill that person today.

This is what you should do!

What should I do even if I die!

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There are not many figures flying towards the cold mountain, but they are all the strongest in the human world.

On the bank of the Red River in the distance, the majestic White Emperor City was quiet, as usual, and the only strange place was the white clouds at the head of the city.

In the Kyoto Imperial Palace, the summer sun shines on the Gan Terrace, and the pearls of the night are as bright as they are in the daytime.

The Holy Queen of the Heavenly Sea stood in this light, looking into the distance, her expression indifferent, not knowing what she was thinking.

In the secluded hall in the deepest part of the palace, the Pope quietly looked at the pot of green leaves in front of him, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Take a ferry to the Black Pavilion to see the new festival

Even in the middle of summer, the snow fields to the north of the cold mountains are still bitterly cold and snowy.

A man standing in the wind and snow cannot find his existence at all without walking to the nearest place.

For he was white all over, from his hair to his clothes, and he was white.

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In the cold mountain, the middle-aged scholar looked at the heavenly stones suspended in the air, no longer talked to the old man of the heavenly machine at the peak, and fell silent.

Could it be that this is also a game set up by humans and demons?

The stones in the sky slowly fell.

Dozens of stones, with moss, water trails, and gravel, floated around his body, and the picture looked a little weird.

The middle-aged scholar raised his eyebrows, and a chill appeared in the depths of his indifferent and ruthless eyes.

The lonely world on his face was followed by a snowstorm.

The wind and snow between the cliffs then shook and swept towards the stones.

All I could hear was the sound of countless terrible cutting sounds, and the snowflakes fell on the surface of the stones.

These Heavenly Stones have the same origin as the Heavenly Book Tablet, they come from outside the sky, and they are not extraordinary, even the divine soldiers on the Hundred Weapons List are difficult to leave traces on them.

The wind and snow condensed by the middle-aged scholar between heaven and earth could lightly cut those cultivators who passed through the upper realm into pieces, but they could not chop those heavenly stones. But the momentum of those heavenly stones slowly surrounding him was still blocked by the magnificent force carried in the wind and snow.

On the shore of the lake at the distant peak, the wrinkles on the face of the old man Tianji became more profound, and the expression in his eyes became more solemn.

In today's world, only the Old Man of Tianji is qualified to judge the strength of that middle-aged scholar, because he is the oldest person among the Five Sages and the Eight Directions Wind and Rain, he comes from the last era when wildflowers were in full bloom, and he has seen that earth-shattering battle with his own eyes.

He didn't expect that the other party had been hiding in the snow old city for thousands of years, and he didn't know if the injury had healed, but the realm strength was even more terrifying than it was at the beginning.

Separated by a distance of more than 100 miles, he had the help of the Cold Mountain Tianshi Array, but he was still not the opponent of the other party, and he was actually injured internally in the face. Sure enough, he is recognized as the strongest person in the history of the demon race...... If it weren't for the fact that there was a Zhou Dufu in the human world, maybe a thousand years ago, he would have become the master of this continent, right?

The wind and snow and the celestial stone are still colliding.

The old man's face became paler and paler, and he found that the Cold Mountain Heavenly Stone Great Array really couldn't trap the other party.

But he had to persevere, because as long as he could trap the middle-aged scholar in the cold mountain for a few more moments, reinforcements from the human world might come.

Whether it is the recent Zhuluo stargazer or the fastest Infinite Blue, as long as they rush over, this battle that suddenly occurred but is very likely to change the situation on the continent is likely to win a turnaround, and the human world is very likely to win the best victory in a thousand years.

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The middle-aged scholar knew what the old man wanted to do.

He believed that this was not a game set up by the Terrans, because just before last night, neither the military advisor nor himself expected that he would appear in the cold mountains today.

After losing a move in the Central Plains that year, he returned to the old city of Snow and never came out again, it has been a thousand years.

A big man in the realm like him has his own destiny, and his words and deeds are secretly in line with the way of heaven, and it is difficult for people to be counted in the game.

The White Emperor City was too far away, and he was very sure that Tianhai and the Pope were in Kyoto.

It's just that if it is really dragged by the Cold Mountain Heavenly Stone Array for too long, the situation may really change.

He never liked change, because change was often trouble.

Now it's his turn to make a choice.

Do you take advantage of the fact that the change has not yet happened, seize the time to break through the formation and leave the cold mountain with all your might, and return to your own country, or stay for a while and do that thing first?

When the old man of Tianji made the decision to sacrifice those human cultivators and demon clan masters on the mountain path and the side of the stream, and also to trap him in the cold mountain, he must have hesitated very quickly.

For him, the choice at this time does not require any hesitation, and it can even be said that there is no need to choose.

Because in his opinion, it doesn't take much time to do that.

In his eyes, there was really no difference between that young man and an ant, even if that young man was a cultivator genius who shocked the entire continent.

He ignored the celestial stones that were slowly falling towards the wind and snow, retracted his gaze, and looked back at the mountain path.

Chen Changsheng and those human cultivators were on the mountain path.

He was calm, and there was even a hint of a smile on his lips.

As the eyes of the middle-aged scholar fell again, the people on the mountain road were desperate.

Liu Qing on the grass by the stream was also desperate.

Even Folding Sleeves and Tang Thirty-six were desperate.

Chen Changsheng didn't, looking at the middle-aged scholar who was smiling and silent, he even inexplicably remembered a person who shouldn't be remembered at this time.

The middle-aged woman who had sat and drank tea with him in the herb garden.

I don't know if it's because he didn't speak, he felt that the middle-aged scholar and the middle-aged woman had some imagination.

Of course, he knew it must be a delusion.

Because he already knew who this middle-aged scholar was.

He knew what the other party was here for.

That night when he was ten years old, the elder brother shook his fan all night and told him that only a saint could control his greed and desire.

In the years that followed, he was very careful to hide the strangeness of his body, until in Zhou Yuan, the fragrance made Dapeng and Nanke smell it.

The middle-aged scholar is Nanke's father, or that's how he knows.

And he is certainly not a saint.

He is the devil.

Chen Changsheng felt that in the sight of the middle-aged scholar, he was ****, lying on the wet chopping board, having been disemboweled, covered in blood.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he was really afraid of the feeling.

He didn't want to be eaten like fish.

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