Chapter 150: Retreat to the Altar

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www.xSHUOTXT.Com "Elder Hongyan's move is really light! it can be so light to break through the intimidation brought by the foggy forest. Just ask how many heroes have died in this forest for hundreds of years. Since then, this forest has ceased to exist zài. A beautiful man who was tall and upright as Pan An took a few steps forward and whispered to a beautiful and charming woman in the small pavilion.

Subsequently, the beautiful woman's silver-bell-like laughter spread to the edge of the pavilion, hooking the soul, and the people around him loved and respected.

"Hehe, Elder Wuqing has won the award. This is all inspired by everyone's whims, and the little woman just took the opportunity to tell everyone the facts. It's not all decided by everyone together, how dare the little woman take credit. The beautiful woman chuckled and said gracefully.

"Elder Hongyan is too humble! This fire of yours has burned the most dangerous place in the world, and the merit is immeasurable to eliminate this great harm for the world. Elder Wuqing smiled thickly, and it was inevitable that he would have to show something in front of the beauties, and said with flattery.

"Hehe, Elder Wuqing, when do you think this fire will burn out?" The beautiful woman glanced at the glamorous man beside her with a smile, and her phoenix eyes blinked and looked at Wu Qing's eyes.

"This ...... Haha, I think it's almost tomorrow morning! With such a big fire, no matter how powerful the defense is, it will be in vain. Before noon, we will definitely be able to take the valley, and then we will have made immortal achievements. Wu Qing was very excited, and his eyes were even more fiery when he looked at the beautiful woman.

"Hehe, everyone, please go and rest first, and raise jīng to accumulate sharp to win the battle. Tomorrow will be the time when our Tobu Alliance will unify the martial arts. Red Silk smiled and stroked the hair on her forehead with her fingers, and said with a smile.

The fire burned the sky, reflecting a fiery red. Under the firelight, the whole secluded valley is no longer the peaceful and indisputable paradise it used to be. The valley full of blood and violence has become the most dangerous hell in the world, and I don't know how many of them will see the sunshine of the day after tomorrow, and I don't know how many people will go down in history.

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It's a mysterious corner, surrounded by rocks. Between the mountains and rocks, a regular platform stands out, simple and mysterious. It's the Glen Altar.

Above the altar, several dazzling and colorful rays of light went straight to the sky, as if echoing with the sky. It's so weird that it makes people think about it.

In the altar, an old man in a gray robe stood quietly. He is indifferent, as if he is a master of the world who has seen the world. Lao Dao's body was extremely weak, and his eyebrows were full of haggardness, which was the heavenly ion that had not healed from his serious injury.

The sky ion god is blurred, thinking about the human world, Lin Lin's various life experiences make him feel like he sees through life and death. He shook his head slightly, sighing.

On his side, a beautiful woman in a white dress waited quietly.

Next to the altar, an equally beautiful woman in red clothes is brushing an ancient seven-stringed guqin, which is Mei Lingzhen who rushed to the altar together.

The wonderful, clear sound waves echoed beyond the altar, almost all of them were immersed in the elegant sound of the piano for miles.

No one could have imagined that everywhere the sound of the piano reached was completely in Mei Lingzhen's spiritual sense.

In the middle of the altar, the Qingfeng monk was tightly bound and lay on his back on the white stone pier, motionless.

The two of them, Xiaoyaosan and Painstaking Zen Master, led the disciples in the valley, were in full swing and busy. One moment he moved a few pieces of bluestone to the front of the altar, but after a while he moved to another place, picking a few small saplings for a while, and then burying a small black pill under the bluestone and saplings.

In the corner of the altar, more than 200 people who had defected to the valley quietly watched the people of the valley gate busy. At first, they wanted to come forward to help with the arrangement, but they were rejected by the loose people.

Every negligence now may put the valley in a desperate situation, and all the families present will also fall into a place of no return, not to mention the jiān details that have not been found.

Celestial Ion knew that if he made enemies to his allies at this moment, he would only do a lot of harm in the end, but believing too much in them would lead to ruin.

At this time, Celestial Ion and Wisdom Zen Master they took the letter without using it. On the one hand, he promised that as long as the valley still existed, he would not abandon the various factions, and on the other hand, he asked the people of several factions not to ask about the precautions of the valley, otherwise the valley would be regarded as the Jiān of the Tobu Alliance and killed him.

Although the people of several factions were depressed in their hearts, they couldn't think about it, and it was inconvenient to say anything under the fence, so they let the Seven Scattered Immortals arrange to act.

Qian Lingzi stood aside, staring at the people in the valley and constantly busy back and forth. Yiqiē's actions were all in sight, and his face was solemn and solemn, as if he had encountered something difficult. And this change in his god did not escape Bai Ling's ears and eyes.

Bai Ling whispered something in Tianion's ear, which was inaudible under the cover of the sound of the piano. Tian Ion nodded slightly, patted the back of Bai Ling's hand as if he had expected it, and then glanced at the people of several factions.

On the side of the family sect, two phalanxes were formed, one side of the "three factions" and one side of the "one family and one gang". Qian Lingzi stood in front of the three factions and seemed to be the head of the three factions. Dongfang Wenzhou and Ximen Qian stood in their camp in a low-key manner.

"It's not good, big brother, someone is coming, and his martial arts are extremely high. Suddenly, Mei Lingzhen, a woman in red clothes, said softly to the celestial ions behind her.

"Xuan'er, can you sense who it is?" said in a barely audible voice with a slight turn on the yellow face of the celestial ions.

"I don't know! The breath of these people is completely different from the breath of the people in the valley, hidden but not revealed, it seems to be weak but strong. If it weren't for Xiaomei's piano sound, it would really be impossible to detect. Mei Lingzhen was slightly frightened, the person who came to her felt extremely dangerous, but she couldn't tell where the danger was.

"Xuan'er, let go of your heart. Now that the sky is already bright, the possibility of the enemy coming over is also very large. What should come will always come, and it is better to come early than late, and we don't need to worry about it. Celestial ions raised their eyes and looked straight at the far end of the altar, and the god was indifferent.

After a while, however, Celestial Ion turned around as if sensing something. He looked up at the mountainside of the mountain behind the altar. There was a faint hint of something strange flashing on his yellow and haggard face, as if there was a little expectation and a little helplessness.

After listening to Tianion's words, Mei Lingzhen was also relieved.

The sound of the piano echoes in the sky, and the sound of the piano is still refreshing. In this valley of desolation, it is like a sweet spring that cleanses the world, and the sound is all immersed in peace and freshness.

Time passed little by little, and the people of Yougumen have been busy under the leadership of Zen Master Huixin and Xiaoyaosanren, as if there is always something to do.

In the altar, there were no two people, Ji Wufu and Suffering Zen Master, and Gu Shuifan and Ji Xiaoqian, the core disciples of the valley, also disappeared as if they were missing.

At this time, the state of Zen Master Huixin was not much more than that of the heavenly ions, and they were all the same haggard.

Huixin Zen Master's martial arts belong to the Buddhist Sect, while the free and scattered people are also good and evil, and the martial arts of the two are very different. In this case, in order to heal the wounds of the free people, he had to spend a lot of time to exert all his vitality.

Later, in order to save the heavenly ions, Zen Master Huixin had to absorb half of the toxins on the heavenly ions, and his physical condition took a sharp turn for the worse.

He secretly vomited blood several times a day, and he only secretly endured this qiē alone. These are also things that only Tianion can experience, and the two of them are equally suffering from the pain and suffering caused by the poison.

More than an hour passed quietly, but the people who came seemed to have no intention of coming out at all, as if everything was so natural.

However, Mei Lingzhen was even more suspicious, and in her senses, it was clear that several masters had sneaked into the range of her piano sound, and this feeling had not diminished in the slightest.