Chapter 173: Seven-Colored Glows and Five-Colored Lights
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www.xSHUOTXT.Com "Yes, Alliance Leader!" the ten walked out of the crowd.
"The Lord of the Anti-Heaven Alliance attaches so much importance to this cooperation, and the old man is really grateful. Qian Lingzi's face showed surprise, and he sighed.
"Brother Qianling, why did he say this? With such a little manpower, he can still afford it. Rujun smiled slightly, and inadvertently a bright light flashed through his deep eyes, giving people a feeling of not being able to see through the depths.
"Now that we've got the choosing, let's get started. Qian Lingzi looked at the few people dispatched by the Dongwu Alliance, and suddenly said with some apologies: "Next, I will replace the commander of the Anti-Heaven Alliance, and I will look at Haihan if I offend?"
"These brothers of mine will be handed over to you for the time being! If you play any tricks, even if you don't pursue it, these subordinates of mine are not so easy to talk to. The Confucian Monarch looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and after a while, he turned his head to look at the altar wrapped in seven sè color lotuses, and said coldly.
"How dare you! I will let my lover take action, and I will not joke about this! Your Excellency, you can rest assured that there is no danger in following my method!" Qian Lingzi suddenly said solemnly.
When the Confucian Monarch looked at the ten people on his side, a sneer floated by, but he didn't say anything more.
"Then there are a few brothers from the Tobu League! Please come here, and we will discuss the way to break the formation. ”
Qian Lingzi seemed to be smiling, and he whispered kindly in his words, and there seemed to be a little friendship in his words.
At the same time, in a mountain stream in the middle of the valley, the sound of rushing water is endless.
In the dark mountain stream, more than a dozen people gathered among them, and appeared and disappeared under the light of several night pearls.
"Big brother, wake up...... Third uncle, what can I do......" A girl like a yellow warbler cried out in a silent voice.
"Qian'er, don't cry, Fan'er's injuries are serious but not life-threatening, and she should be able to wake up in a while. Let's take him to the altar, and your uncle can save him. The old man's voice also came later, and he said worriedly: "This place is more than ten miles away from the altar, there should be no danger for the time being, and you all stay here and don't move." This is what the poor monk has learned all his life, you take it, and give it to Bao'er when he grows up. ”
"Uncle San, do you want to go over too? Daddy is there, and Qian'er is going over too. The girl sobbed, but there was a faint sense of determination.
"Qian'er, you are different from the third uncle, the third uncle is already the one who stepped into that door with one leg. A few of you are tasked with the task of revitalizing the valley, and there is no room for error!" the old man continued, leaving no room for manoeuvre.
"But, my father," the girl ......wanted to say something more, but she didn't know how to say it.
"Shut up, there's no need to say any more, I've already decided! Don't you even listen to the words of the third uncle?" the old man shouted sharply.
Qian'er didn't dare, Qian'er promised the third uncle...... But you all have to come back, or Qian'er doesn't know what to do, woo woo...... "The girl was sad from her heart, and she actually cried loudly.
This period of time has been more tragic than the events of the past fourteen years. Several relatives are in danger and even do not know whether they are alive or dead, which is even more difficult for children of the girl's age to accept. At this time, the eldest brother and the third uncle she relied on were also going to that hellish place, which made her feel even more lonely.
"Qian'er, your father has done his best for my valley all his life. As his child, even though you are a daughter, you should also inherit the hope of your father's life and shoulder the future rise and fall of the valley. Sanbo knows that it is difficult for you to take on such a big responsibility, but there is no way to do it. The old man said solemnly, and his voice revealed a kind of softness to the teachings of the juniors, but the lament in his words was extremely strong.
Finally, the old man seemed to have some concern, and by the dim night light he took a deep look at the baby in the girl's hand. At this moment, he is no longer just an old monk, but a kind old man.
After a while, the old man bent down and picked up Gu Shuifan, who was unknown, and rushed towards the place that exuded colorful brilliance without stopping. However, his steps are a little heavy, and there seems to be a lot of worry and helplessness. After running a few steps, he shook his head lightly and ran wildly under his feet.
"Sanbo......" The girl called out sadly, but she was a little hoarse and uncomfortable.
The girl is Ji Xiaoqian, the third lady of the valley, she can't cry at this time, and the beautiful face of the pear blossom with rain looms in the dim light, but it can't hide the beautiful and charming silhouette at all.
"Miss, the master is strong in martial arts, and there are several uncles and uncles who are not idle people, they will definitely be able to save the day. All we have to do now is find a secret place to protect the little master, let's go!" a young man leaned forward and comforted.
"Several uncles are at the altar, and I, as a direct descendant of the valley, have to hide here!
Ji Xiaoqian couldn't get out of this fear yet. In the past ten years, she has been loved by thousands of people, where has she suffered anything. She couldn't imagine what would happen if her loved ones left her, and the road ahead would be so confusing for her.
"Right...... By the way, there is also Brother Yeyu! If Brother Yeyu is here, there must be a way, right......" Ji Xiaoqian looked at the direction of the altar, childhood memories came to mind, and she shouted hoarsely: "Brother Yeyu, come out quickly, Brother Yeyu ......"
In this mountain stream, there is a lingering sound, but there seems to be no change in a single qiē......
At some point, the twelve thorny nebulae in the sky suddenly turned sharply again. There are more and more thorns, and the light is more and more dazzling, and people dare not even look directly.
At the same time, the twelve altar pillars seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and the strange lines on them suddenly erupted like an explosion. After appearing, the light spiraled up along the altar pillars, and finally soared straight into the twelve nebulae in the sky.
With the rapid rotation of the twelve nebulae, the twelve rays of light also twisted sharply. They intertwined and bound each other, eventually converging in the sky and converging into a brilliant ball of light in mid-air at a speed visible to the naked eye. The light of the twelve nebulae gathered and fell towards the crystal ball of light at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Brilliant Ball of Light only stayed in the sky for a while, and it was several times larger.
In less than a moment, the ball of light suddenly twisted sharply, and pressed down on the original ball of light on the altar at an astonishing speed, destroying a qiē in an instant.
In the middle of the altar, an overwhelming force rushed down, and those Yougu disciples who were slightly inferior in martial arts couldn't even stand up on one knee.
Bai Ling, who was in the altar, also felt a sense of relief, and she struggled to support the sudden pressure. However, where could she support her weakness, and in less than a moment she was about to fall to her knees as soon as her feet bent.
Suddenly, a solid wrist reached out from her side and put it on her shoulder, and the pressure suddenly decreased a lot. However, where is this kind of violent pressure so easy to eliminate, even the loose people are a little unbearable.
Bai Ling gratefully glanced back at the carefree person beside him, and admired the calmness of this elder.
The air currents on the crystal light ball continued to overflow, and with a whistling sound, it invaded one qiē in the twelve altar pillars. The whole altar became gray and completely soaked in dust. From the outside, it was impossible to see what was going on inside the altar.
The originally brilliant Seven Sè Lotus became dim at this time, and I don't know whether it was due to the influence of the ball of light or the impact of the violent impact of the twenty people who invaded it, it was about to disappear and collapse in the blink of an eye, and the Seven Sè Lotus on it was even more flashing and distorted.
There was a loud buzzing sound, and in the altar the size of several zhang squares, seven rays of light rose into the sky, unhindered into the five sè light balls that were oppressed by the huge light balls.
Mei Lingxuan looked at the Jiaowei guqin in front of her seat in horror. At this time, the purple mangs on the guqin were blooming, and a purple light was coming out of the scorched tail, straight above the altar.