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A middle-aged man wearing a golden crown frowned, and a pair of incomparably bright eyes. As if he had passed through the limitations of time and space, he landed somewhere in the far north, and his hands clenched behind him, showing the tension in his heart.

At this moment, in the entire empty room, there was a slightly chaotic sound of footsteps, the middle-aged man turned around, his resolute face regained the calm of Gu Jing Wubo, and said lightly: "What's the alarm?"

"Back to the grandfather, there is an apocalypse in the clan. An old man came with a flustered look, and bowed silently to the man, his words full of apprehension.

"Apocalypse, in the past 100,000 years of my Wind Clan, there have been a total of five apocalypse, and every time something big happens, why is this time?" the middle-aged man muttered with a stunned expression after hearing this.

"Apocalypse, please. At this time, Lao Suo suddenly straightened his waist, his expression and temperament suddenly changed, and suddenly an invisible aura permeated his body, and then he took out a palm-sized, emitting endless golden light jade card, extremely solemnly closed in the palm of his hand, and said something in his mouth.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man bowed slightly to Lao Suo, staring at the jade plaque without blinking, and then heard a sound like a heavenly sound, and the entire top floor suddenly shone with golden light, and a supreme majesty also descended.

He looked at the two rows of small seals with iron painting silver hooks suspended in the room, and after a little contemplation, he asked slowly, "What guests have come to the clan?"

"Xuanji was here yesterday. After thinking about it, Lao Su said respectfully.

As early as a few years ago, the old man met Zhou Lingtian at the Huangquan Road Entrance, and heard that he had turned over the entire Xuan Domain to find the mystery, but found nothing. From this point of view, the old guy of Xuanji has the intention to avoid it. Now as soon as he came to the family, he was able to let the apocalypse spread in the clan, this matter is quite mysterious!" The middle-aged man put his hand behind his back and looked at the room where Jin Guang entered, puzzled.

"What does Grandpa mean is that Xuanji has been to all the families and sects, but he has never been to the Sword Sect?"

"It's intriguing!" The middle-aged man turned around, looked at the cold river thousands of miles away, and said solemnly: "The most tricky thing at present is the matter of words. ”

"Yu'er, what's wrong with Yu'er, did you encounter an accident? This is terrible, if Yu'er really has an accident, what should I do!" Lao Suo was stunned suddenly, and came back to his senses in an instant, his expression became even more flustered for a while, and even his speech was a little incoherent, and the hand hidden in the wide robe moved unconsciously, and said worriedly: "Or, you open the Cold River Circle and rescue Yu'er first?"

"What are you panicking about? What are you panicking about? How old are you, you can't make up your mind when you encounter some trivial things, how can you break through that moat? You have to open the Cold River Circle at every turn, do you know the consequences of opening it? No wonder the clan put you in the windless city to deliver news, if it was an old man, he would definitely put you in the world to open a shop to collect news. The middle-aged man turned his head and glared, and said angrily.

"Grandpa taught him a lesson, it's his grandson's or not, but what happened to Yu'er that makes you feel tricky?" Lao Suo was sweating, and some Lou's back was already even more humped, but when he thought of Lao Zu's words, he still asked stubbornly.

"Tricky? The old man never said it, Yu'er just encountered a bad wind. The middle-aged man's eyes froze, and his right hand kept rubbing, as if he wanted to break something open, he paused for a moment and said, "But the color is gray." ”

Lao Suo listened to the two words of the wind in his ears, and his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but when he heard that it was gray, he was stunned for a long time, and kept disassembling this sentence in his heart, and then said in horror: "Gray, gray wind??"

The middle-aged man was indifferent, just staring at the north bank of the Cold River without blinking, in this world, he was the only one who could see the situation of the Extreme North Snow Field from the Windless City, and the only one who could cross the Cold River anytime and anywhere, because he was the master of the Windless City for thousands of years, and he was also the master of the magic circle carved by the Gu Immortals at the bottom of the Cold River.

If before this, when he saw that Feng Qianyu could actually exert the power of the eye fan to such a situation, he would not hesitate to cross the cold river to save them.

But now, he can only endure it, even if he can't bear it.

Because of the two lines of words that appeared on the apocalypse, Lao Suo couldn't see it, but he could see it.

Although he couldn't understand what it meant, he also understood the complexity of the matter, and besides, the revelation was coming to him at this moment, and the reason for this should be related to what he was encountering at the moment.

So, he could only watch from the wall, repeating the phrase in his mind:

Nine times before the beginning of the fate, the star soul fell into the sky.

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On the north bank of the Cold River, the boundless gray pillar of wind covering the sky and the sun slowly attacked, although it was blocked by the power of the eye-catching fan for a moment, it was just a mantis arm blocking the car, just a drop in the bucket.

"If I can get the eyes to be opened, if not to extinguish it, it will definitely be able to stop it for a while, enough for us to escape. Feng Qianyu looked at the wind pillar in the distance that was gradually increasing in speed, and said with an unwilling expression.

"Then redouble your efforts to cultivate from now on, and stop being greedy for fun. Wang Xinuo smiled sweetly and said unexpectedly.

"Miss Wang, you are wrong, even if Brother Feng is not as hard as Ye Daoyou, he is far more hard than ordinary people. Jing Yun was silent and sighed.

"Oh, are you working so hard?" Wang Xinuo walked to the edge of Lan Yuzhou's deck, feeling the increasing coercion around him, and a trace of unusual light appeared on the ruddy faces of everyone behind his back, and asked a little perfunctorily.

"Brother Feng's talent is amazing, and his ability to control his divine consciousness can be said to be very good, I'm afraid that even those high-level cultivators are not much stronger than him in terms of divine sense control. The more you get, the more you give, and the rules under this starry sky are like this, and no one can surpass them. Some people only see the glamorous appearance of others, but often ignore some small details that are easy to notice. A hint of gloom flashed in Jing Yun's eyes, and then he added:

"Brother Feng's body of the spiritual root, blessed with the control of his divine sense, and his own affinity for the wind channel, with the cultivation of the Feng family's resources, even if he doesn't cultivate at all when he sleeps all day, he is afraid that he can pile up to a realm equal to you. It was not that he didn't work hard enough, but God had given him extraordinary talent and extraordinary understanding, but it had deprived him of the easy path to the ladder, making it much more difficult for him to cultivate than ordinary people. ”

In this way, there is some truth. Wang Xinuo nodded, turned to look at Feng Qianyu and said mischievously: "I didn't expect you to be so sloppy and have an unknown bitter history?"

"Haha! Brother Jing's meticulous insights are really admirable, if you don't die today, I must drink blue and white wine with you for three days and three nights. Feng Qianyu's pale handsome face showed a trace of unusual ruddyness, looking at Wang Xinuo's thin eyebrows and frowning slightly, feeling a little strange in his heart, how do you feel that this girl is a little wrong?

"Drink and count me in. After the black-robed young man finished speaking coldly, he turned around and walked to the side, looking at the high gray wall that stood up to the sky less than ten miles away, and there was a trace of unyielding will in his eyes.

The pressure around Lan Yuzhou became heavier and heavier, and even the speed began to slow down, and what was desperate was that the gray wind wall still had no end in sight, and it was endless.

Everyone was so close to the gray wind, but they didn't feel the slightest sense of the wind, and they didn't hear the slightest sound from beginning to end, it was as if it didn't exist in this world, it was weird and frightening.

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