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Chapter 2156 A Line of Sky (Subscription Request)

The Chishui Road is a narrow strip of sky, with rugged mountains on both sides, thick fog, twisted branches of cold trees, and crows flapping their wings and flying.

The Thin Line of Sky was renovated during the period of Emperor Taizong of this dynasty when the highway was under construction. Although the road is narrow and can only accommodate two carriages passing side by side, the terrain is flat. The rocks on both sides are like a pair of wings raised high, about to spread their wings and fly, but they are also like two barriers, firmly guarding this thin line of sky.

After the green liquid substance solidified, it was spread on the long path of the sky. It was light green in color, and its texture was elastic, soft and unyielding. It has survived wind, sun, rain, and even lightning strikes, but has always remained intact.

At this time, at noon, there were still a few people, cars, and horses passing through the narrow but flat road of Yitiantian, heading towards the current center of Shenzhou, the supreme quality, Yujing City. Yu Changkong was one of them.

At this time, Yu Changkong was wearing long trousers, cloth shoes, and a navy blue double-breasted short jacket, which hid his strong and muscular body very well. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary pedestrian, without any trace of a warrior.

He was carrying a shoulder pole, and on each side was a basket the size of a basin, covered with a gray-brown cloth.

Next to Yu Changkong, there was a pedestrian dressed similarly, about forty years old, with an old face and deep wrinkles. They were chatting casually and seemed to be acquaintances.

In fact, this was all Yu Changkong's disguise. The people around him were just tools he made temporary friends with to disguise his identity.

Although Yu Changkong had various dissatisfactions with Zhao Ruling, there was one thing he admitted, that was Zhao Ruling's martial arts were far better than his own, and Zhao Ruling's methods and abilities were beyond his reach. Sometimes, Zhao Ruling's calculations were even far better than his own.

Zhao Ruling was like a coward, hiding in the Meng family, waiting stubbornly for Meng Zhao to return and asking Meng Zhao to heal his wounds.

Yu Changkong certainly didn't understand and looked down upon such behavior, but he knew one thing: Zhao Ruling was so cautious because the person he was guarding against must be the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

In other words, in Zhao Ruling's eyes, although the Lord of the Demon Palace did not catch up with the Meng family, he did not give up the idea of ​​hunting them down.

Based on this premise, neither Yu Changkong nor Zhao Ruling can say that they are safe.

Especially Yu Changkong, he parted ways with Zhao Ruling and chose to return to Yujing City alone. He also lost the powerful magic weapon Di Ruyi, and his martial arts power was greatly reduced. If he met the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace, he would surely die.

Therefore, Yu Changkong was very careful and cautious along the way. During the day, he pretended to be an ordinary traveler, and in the evening he resumed his martial arts identity as a grandmaster. He rushed all the way at lightning speed, riding the wind and clouds, and hurried madly towards the direction of Yujing City.

Moreover, the closer he got to Yujing City, the more cautious Yu Changkong became. In the past two days, even at night, he pretended to be no different from an ordinary pedestrian and did not move rashly.

Because he was not sure whether the Lord of the Demon Palace was like a cold and poisonous snake, waiting for his appearance in some corner.

Therefore, he used the secret method of martial arts to seal himself, and even went so far as to change his tendons and bones, temper his flesh and blood, and condense his towering and huge body a lot. He was no different from an ordinary farmer, only a little stronger at best.

However, ever since he stepped onto this narrow path through the sky, Yu Changkong's heart began to beat involuntarily, as if something was about to happen.

Therefore, he immediately observed his surroundings carefully, including the people, cars, and horses nearby, but he did not find anything.

Yu Changkong had no choice but to calm his beating heart, pretending nothing had happened, and set foot on this narrow path with the tool man beside him. Fortunately, as he set foot on this road, the tension that had been like a taut bowstring gradually eased, and everything returned to calm.

Just when he thought that it was all due to his own suspicion, a figure suddenly appeared on the left side of the path ahead, scaring many people on the path.

The man was tall and straight, wearing a black coat and a ghost mask with a metallic luster on his face.

Not to mention this man's strange and eerie attire, his sudden appearance, like a ghost, was enough to frighten many people and even caused some shock. Some people who felt that the situation was not good had already secretly moved their feet and retreated to the rear.

There were warriors on the path as well. There was a middle-aged man in his thirties, holding a sword in his hand. He had a distinguished aura and a decent appearance. His martial arts had reached the peak of the acquired realm and he had a chance to break through to the innate realm. There was also a little boy about ten years old beside him, who also carried a long sword on his back.

The middle-aged man looked at the masked man in black who suddenly appeared without any perception, and he knew that the masked man should be a powerful person whose martial arts skills were far superior to his.

He took the little boy's hand, swallowed his saliva, and walked a few steps towards the mysterious man in black. Then, his internal energy was stored in his internal organs, and his lungs were breathing in and out. A clear and upright voice rang out,

"Senior, I brought my son to visit relatives in Yujing City. I didn't see or hear anything today. I hope you can spare my son and me a way out!"

After saying that, he took his son's hand and continued to move forward. In fact, he had no other choice.

The path was long and narrow, and in front of him was a powerful warrior whose martial arts were far superior to his. If the other party really wanted to kill him, he would die no matter he rushed forward or retreated.

The only way to find a glimmer of hope is to use words, hoping that the person in front of him is not a bloodthirsty person, and take a gamble.

Seeing the actions of this middle-aged warrior, many people focused their attention on the subsequent developments.

Of course, there were also some people who retreated frantically, but after taking a few steps, they exploded into blood, flesh and mud, and scattered all over the narrow path.

This sudden change frightened everyone present so much that they dared not make any unnecessary movements. Only some people with unstable mentality and out-of-control emotions still retreated desperately. Some people who were so scared that they shouted and screamed, disturbing the originally quiet and comfortable path.

The more these people do, the more obvious it is, the faster they die, and the way they die is also horrifying.

Before long, dozens of lives were lost on this light blue path.

Although the father and son were terrified, they still mustered up their courage and walked towards the masked man in black step by step. They did not make any move until they passed the mysterious man.

The others breathed a sigh of relief and followed suit.

All of a sudden, the entire narrow path through the sky became much more orderly. People lined up one by one and told the reasons why they set foot on this narrow path through the sky, saying that they saw and heard nothing, and then saluted the masked man in black and passed safely.