If it weren't for Zong Fang's signal in advance, Zhi Zheng really wanted to blurt out "Amitabha" at this time, but he could not help it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The Taoist congregations below can blow up the camp, this thing came suddenly, everyone hugged their heads and ran, and some people shouted "Earthquake!" The people in the tent also rushed out in an instant, leading the team for the first person, and the body was as fast as a ghost, like a meteor falling, chasing the falling rocks.

Zong Fang raised his waist and gestured with his hands, just about to say, "It's now, let's go!" Before the words could be spoken, his slender waist was already wrapped by a big hand, and his body flew straight to the edge of the black hole like a cloud. Zhi Zheng followed Zong Fang all the way, and he had already thoroughly explored her body. How to say it, among the military and police, it is really a first-class good hand. There is still an essential gap between the exercises of the cultivators who are not transformed into foreign monks. At this moment, the opportunity is fleeting, and I can't take care of low-key modesty, let alone whether the monk or the girl is kissed or not, and directly mentioning the girl is a big fly.

This big flight cannot be compared to the soaring of the mountain eagle, at least it is much better than the pheasant climbing the tree. The two took advantage of the chaos to land lightly on the edge of the cave, stopped the rope and went down first, Zong Fang followed closely, and the figure disappeared suddenly, as if no one noticed.

Zhi Zheng drooped down for fifty meters in a row, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, his hands tightened, he slowed down, and he looked up and wanted to ask when the tombstone that followed down was loaded with explosives, it was really a good means, and he didn't even notice it. But I saw a gourd-shaped lower body sitting on his face, with a slender waist, a full pelvis, and strong gluteus maximus, all of which were shocking. Zhi Zheng hurriedly swallowed the question that had reached his mouth, and continued to rappel in a hurry, avoiding this unexpected and incomparably fragrant encounter between face and buttocks.

This is no wonder Zong Fang, in the standard system training that people have received, the standard posture of vertical rope rappelling is the action of sitting on the rope and kicking the wall, and now in order to avoid attracting the attention of the hole, the long rope swing is deliberately reduced, and the action of kicking the wall is canceled, and everything else has not changed, or the sitting position of the rope slides down, which is slightly different from what Zhizheng expected, and almost caused a rear-end accident.

The two of them concentrated on going down, but they didn't find that there was a man and a beast, and they also took advantage of the chaos of the collapse of the boulder to disappear, and fell on the edge of the cave, in order not to alarm the two people who were still close on the rope, she did not choose to climb down immediately, but temporarily crouched on the inner edge, stretched out her hand to the opposite side, and disguised herself and the small beast on her shoulder as the dark gray color and rough texture of the cave wall, waiting to wait. This formula, in a book of Taoism, is called a blinding.

After a long time, the riot on the platform has basically subsided, Jing Yan and Song Haoran found out that there was nothing unusual about the place where the boulder fell, and climbed the cliff to investigate. She teleported directly from Danyuan to Qingcheng Mountain, aiming at the coordinates of the Black Prison of the Cold Castle, and the people who protected this realm did not know where they had gone. Apparently not like a stronghold that is focused on guarding. It wasn't until she discovered the open window and the valley floor anomaly that she realized something, that is, she quickly found her way down, far away, condescendingly, and discovered the whereabouts of Zhizheng and Zong Fang. She wasn't sure if these two people were evil, anyway, they weren't from Danyuan, so they couldn't be trusted. So I decided to keep my distance and follow along. By the time the two of them created chaos and slipped into the hole, Wen Congxin could already preliminarily confirm that they at least did not belong to the Dao Gate of the Qingcheng lineage, but more like opposites, and what they were trying to do was not yet known. Strategically, the enemy of the enemy, can serve as friends for temporary unity. She didn't plan to make friends immediately, she was still cautious and deliberately distanced, and only now did she enter the hole with Erpi.

Wen Congxin was cautious, through the rope in his hand, sensing the person below who was going first, and every time he waited until there was no trembling, he was willing to continue to slide down, so as not to expose his whereabouts. In this way, by the time we reached the end of the rope for 500 meters, it was already a full hour. The rope is exhausted, the black hole has not yet seen the bottom, but the cave wall is no longer as smooth as above, there are many concave and convex edges and corners, and it is estimated from the heart that the vanished pioneers and horses are climbing these stone stones to continue to descend. To be on the safe side, she patted the second skin on her shoulder, pointed to the bottom, and the little beast that was reborn after refining her body quickly understood her intentions, and as soon as she shrank down, she rushed out, and kept looking for a foothold on the edge of the cliff with all four legs, spiraling downward, and disappearing in the darkness in the blink of an eye. Wen Congxin follows the path of the two skins, and also spirals downward, using both hands and feet, like a white fallen leaf, light, accurate, and elegant.

After another half an hour, I faintly heard the squeak of Erpi. She followed the sound and found that she had finally reached the bottom of the cave with her keen eyesight. There were no rocks here, and it was covered in a black liquid, viscous and sluggish, and seemed to be slowly rotating. The two-skin probe probed into the brain, sensed the crisis, and refused to jump in to test the water. Some cleanliness habits are also afraid of staining their skirts. So he crouched on the edge, slowly probed into the liquid with one finger, paused for a moment, and continued to probe until his wrist was submerged. The feeling on her hand was very inconsistent with the expectation in her mind based on common sense, and she immediately pulled out her hand to take a closer look - this hand was as white as jade, except for the sand and dust on the fingertips that had just been rubbed on the cliff wall, it was not contaminated with the slightest "black liquid". She reversed her assertion, this is by no means a pool of mud. It's more like a portal with a thick liquid appearance, where it leads, whether it is dangerous or not, I don't know anything.

The Bashu region is a treasure in the long history of Chinese civilization. In the two Song dynasties, it reached the peak of the third prosperity, when the first King James Tripitaka was first engraved and printed in Chengdu, and the project was huge and famous. The cross-prosperity of printing and economy gave birth to the earliest paper money in all mankind, Jiaozi. The prosperity of culture is always accompanied by economic prosperity, and there are many talents here, and people have a cloud of "the prosperity of humanity, Mo Sheng in Shu", which can be seen.

The brilliance of the treasure also strongly attracts the priority coveting of foreign forces. In 1231 A.D., the four princes of Mongolia were only a catty?? Torrey, led the army into Sichuan, and launched a stormy slaughter of the people of Shu who had been comfortable for a long time. The devil of war, taking bloody steps, madly ravaged this rich land.

It was dusk, Qingcheng Mountain, the pass of the unnamed valley, surrounded by the Mongolian iron cavalry, a commander in the crowd to open a wave, fast horse to the marching golden tent, stirrups off the saddle, with hands on the chest bowed, loudly reported in Mongolian, "Lord Kuoduan, about 15,000 fugitives, has crowded the valley, there is no other way out." But the valley mouth is narrow, and it is not easy for our cavalry to make a spurt. A flat voice came from inside the Golden Horde, "The whole army dismounted and attacked the wings with three rounds of rockets." When the southerners are in confusion, they will trample in the middle, and then send spearmen to march in formation. The commander took a step back, turned and mounted his horse, and returned to the front of the formation.

As Kuduan expected, at the bottom of the valley, densely packed with Bashu refugees crowded in the long and narrow space, like frightened birds. The first wave of fiery arrows flew, and the crowd was completely chaotic! Crying, shouting, and scolding were mixed together. A large number of women and children were trampled by the crowd.

When the commander saw this, he stopped preparing the archers, and ordered the spearmen to be in a column of twenty people, a total of 100 people to form a five-fold echelon, which was exactly the width of the valley floor, and marched forward in unison and slaughtered into the valley. Twenty more scimitars were summoned, followed behind the spear array, and selected the dead worthy targets, and cut off the heads to invite merit.

The space at the bottom of the valley is too full. Most of the refugees fled from Chengdu and were not familiar with the terrain of Qingcheng Mountain. The first people who ran in panicked, and when they realized that there was no exit in the deep valley, and wanted to turn around and get out of the valley, it was already too late. A large number of refugees who flocked behind had already blocked the road, and then the Mongolian iron cavalry that came at the tail killed the scattered peripheral refugees and completely surrounded the valley mouth. Here, it has become a dead end.

The spearmen in the front row, already pushing their spears into the crowd, were very experienced and skillful in using force, controlling the depth at which the tip of the spear pierced into the human body. Make sure to be lethal, but never pierced, so that it is difficult to pull out quickly, thus destroying the overall formation. This efficient killing machine is officially in operation. The wailing of 10,000 people in the valley reached a climax in terror. This voice tangled in the air into a tragic soul-breaking song, which captured people's hearts and made those who heard it frightened.

In a moment, more than 100 refugees had fallen at the mouth of the valley, and the first row of the spear formation rested for a while, stopped and turned sideways, allowing the four rows behind to step forward and continue to penetrate deeply. In the deepest part of the valley, there were already adult men, who began to climb the cliffs frantically. These cliffs, for ordinary people, are as difficult as climbing to the sky!

Zhang Liao and Jing Qianchuan struggled to get up under the trampling of countless pairs of bare feet and bast shoes. The two were not far apart, but neither looked at the other. Because, all this in front of me is really incredible. What happened? Who are these unkempt people? Why are they so frightened? Why are they dressed like this?

In the process of being constantly pushed and collided, until Zhang Liao saw with his own eyes a woman holding a child, who was ruthlessly stepped on by the crowd, and was no longer human. He was suddenly convinced that this was not a costume film, no matter where he was, right now, he was facing a catastrophe in the world!

Zhang Liao threw himself onto the cliff on one side, and quickly climbed up about three feet, temporarily avoiding the chaos under his feet. The cries of despair still surrounded his ears, and he was eager to know what kind of demon existed at the highest point of screaming on the other side of the valley mouth? Therefore, Zhang Liao did not continue to climb upward, but moved quickly towards the valley mouth in the direction of the crowd, along the cliff of Sanzhang. Jing Yan gave him that from behind, it was not a killing move, Jing Yan wanted to live. And when he hit the cliff, it was sturdy, and the whole person was embedded in the inch, which directly led to the collapse of the cliff. Fortunately, the Jie Dan refining body is not covered, and ordinary physical damage can no longer cause him irreparable damage. Right now, the terrible wails of 10,000 people made his adrenaline surge, his limbs were completely unblocked, and his broken white shirt shrank in the wind, like a white ape, leisurely to the front of the valley!

The scene in front of him made Zhang Liao extremely stunned. Those guys in leather coats and hats are ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the weak, regardless of women and children, old and young. It's absolutely real, not unreal. What's the matter?!Is there still a royal law?!

The second row of spearmen began to stop and rest, and at the moment when the next few columns took over and stepped forward, Zhang Liao, who was extremely angry, launched the first round of attacks!