Chapter Seventy-Three: The White Sea Double Sacrifice
The autumn wind whistling across the White Sea steppe.
Different from the territory of the Great Zhou, the Baihai grassland at this time has begun to become cold, and some places closer to the north have even drifted snow.
In the holy land of the entire grassland, on the island in the middle of the lake in the middle of the White Sea, a barefoot man in white who looks like a teenager looks up at the stars that have covered the noon sun, and the corners of his mouth show a relieved smile, and he waved his hand to the little girl in a pink and white cloak beside him, signaling her to leave first, and he walked to the edge of the island, and turned out a pair of white boots from the sandγ
"Master, is this leaving?" the girl in the pink and white cloak did not leave immediately, but followed the young man to the beach.
The young man touched the girl's hair dotingly, and said with a smile: "I want to go out and see, there are some things that belong to you on the other side of the mountain, and the teacher wants to get them back for you. β
The girl said "oh", turned away without further questioning, and a cloak moved with the wind, and when she looked closely, it turned out to be a patch of delicate peach blossoms!
The boy watched the girl's figure disappear behind the rocks on the island with a gentle expression.
"You are quite self-aware, this island is not something you can walk away from," behind the young man, there was a slightly vicissitudes of life, but still very heroic voice, an old man of fifty or sixty years old, holding an iron wine jug, sitting on the rock not far behind him, his figure was as tall as a mountain, compared to the Miyun Mountain, which had separated the Great Zhou and the White Sea for thousands of years, it was not much better," Khan said, you can endure too much, if you go out of the mountain without permission, this white sea, and even the entire grassland, can not help you toss, so specially set up a sealing formation only for you, plus the old man is here to watch, want to get out of the island, that is absolutely impossible. β
The young man looked back at the old man, opened his arms and bowed slightly with the etiquette of a prairie man, and said, "I've seen Lord Right Priest." β
The old man laughed a few times, and after drinking all the wine in the pot, he scribbled back and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. β
It turned out that these two people were actually the most powerful grassland powerhouses under the Ebi Khan on the grassland, and they were also the grassland powerhouses who stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world---- the left sacrifice and the right sacrifice of the White Sea!
If people know that Bai Haizuo, who has changed the color of countless Zhou people, is actually a young man who looks only in his early twenties, he will definitely fall to the ground, and this young man seems to be a Zhou person, which is even more incredible.
The young man groaned for a long time, walked slowly to the white sea, stretched out his bare feet and stood on the water.
At the moment when the toes touched the white sea, a lightning bolt that pierced through the heavens and the earth was born out of thin air, directly hitting the sea water at the young man's feet, and the sea water in a radius of ten zhang evaporated in an instant! And the sea water next to it was all boiled, and countless fish were directly shocked to death by this lightning, and they were blown into the air again, and finally fell into the white sea again, and the water surface was white.
The young man smiled slightly and said: "The Khan's ban on Lei Fa is still so domineering, if it was thirteen years ago, I would definitely not be able to get out, but over the years, in addition to teaching children on the island, fortunately, I have not wasted time." β
With that, he continued to walk barefoot on the water, and walked straight, seeing the blow from outside the sky as if there was nothing, the thunder in the sky was furious, and the lightning kept chopping, but for some reason he could not lock the young man's body at all, so none of them could fall on his body, and the frequent downing of electric light seemed to open the way for this barefoot and white-clothed young man.
Thirteen years ago, it was the young man in front of him who deliberately let Zhao Yuzhen hear the secret news of the peace talks, and then sent Bai Hai Sikui to intercept and kill him outside Panlong Town, completely cutting off the possibility of peace talks between Bai Hai and Da Zhou.
When it was, the co-owner of the steppe, Ebi Khan, was furious and sent the left sacrifice to the island in the center of the White Sea, and he was not allowed to come out for life without permission.
The old man watched the young man treading the waves amid the roar of thunder and lightning, and said angrily: "Khan asked you to practice on the island in the middle of the lake, but I didn't expect you to use the vitality of heaven and earth here to practice to such a point. β
The sound was still unusually clear in the thunder in the sky.
The young man still walked forward step by step, and when he heard this, he didn't reply and said: "The right priest has praised it falsely, if there is nothing to do, then the younger brother will take the first step." β
"Don't be too happy, if I want to kill you, it's just a matter of moments, even if you cultivate a few levels higher, it's still the same, unless you can surpass the Khan. The old man sneered lazily and put down the flask and slowly stood up.
As the old man got up, the angry waves and white sea around the young man instantly froze, and no matter how the thunder and lightning bombarded, these solid ice were immovable.
The young man in white stopped and was silent, obviously acquiescing to the old man's ability, and only after a while did he slowly say: "If you kill me, you will die yourself, Bai Hai can't afford to die at the same time for the two of us, and Da Zhou will definitely take advantage of it." β
The old man sat down again and said leisurely: "I don't think that a generation of new people will replace the old people, and the two of us will go down to the old immortals, and naturally there will be other young people who will come up and take our place. β
Hearing this, the young man in white had no choice but to retreat to the island in the middle of the lake step by step, and the thunder between heaven and earth naturally dispersed.
Sometimes, words can be more powerful than thunder and lightning.
As long as the person who speaks, there is enough power.
"Then the star stone is so important, do you have to go there yourself?" the old man asked curiously, "You have so many cubs, can't you send a group at random, if it really matters, I'll take a trip for you?"
The young man in white sat on the beach, did not answer the old man's words, but thought about the tea time, turned his head and asked, "If I go out of the island, can I go to the land of stars and stones?"
This is a very contradictory sentence, how can a person go to the White Sea to see it thousands of miles away? But the old man just understood, so he asked solemnly: "Even if you pay such a great price, you still want that broken stone?"
The young man smiled: "My apprentice uses it." β
"Then take care. The old man hesitated for a moment, sighed heavily, and disappeared into the rock.
The young man in white bowed down and thanked him, then stretched out his right thumb and pointed at his eyebrows, and at the moment when his fingertips got along with his eyebrows, an old man in the same white clothes appeared opposite him, and the old man's eyebrows were extremely similar to the young man, but he was much older.
The boy seemed a little tired, sat down on the beach again, smiled at the old man reluctantly, and said, "Please." β
The old man in white picked up the white boots in the sand and said calmly: "You are me, I am you, what is there to thank you." β
With that, the old man stomped his foot, jumped onto a colorful cloud that had been carried by the autumn wind above the White Sea, and disappeared in an instant.
In the late autumn of this year, the white sea left sacrifice Mo Qiuyang broke through the grassland and the world was terrified.