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Chapter 15 The Return
Zhongzhou, Shushan.

The elders were still trying to drive away the people in Wangshan Town, but they didn't expect that the Demon Cult was already sneaking into Zhongzhou.

But Fang Ao knew it.

There is still half a year to the decisive battle, and Fang Ao is no longer obsessed with Ning Luo's trace.

"I'm afraid this kid hid early in the morning, hey, it's the same if he taunts after returning anyway, now focus on dealing with the demon sect's attack on the mountain!"

Fang Ao held up the cloud-pattern sword with a restrained luster. Half a year was definitely not enough for him to cultivate to the sixth level, so he could only hone his sword skills and get used to the legendary Liuyun sword.

However, just as Fang Ao was about to wipe the blade, his heart suddenly trembled!Suddenly stopped beating!
Fang Ao's pupils trembled, he felt very familiar with this, it was a sign of time travel and return!

He clutched his chest and staggered out of the cave, only to see that the time of the whole world had stopped, and even the birds were frozen in mid-air like sculptures!

"No! No!!!"

Fang Ao stretched out his hands to grab the sky like a drowning person, opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to shout, tried to roar something, but couldn't make any sound.

His eyesight gradually faded.

Vision also blurred.

A bunch of white rainbows pierced through the emptiness of the sky, and all the scenes fell like canvases!

Coming back soon!

……

Not long ago.

barren mountain.

The Devil's Cult team crossed the flames and headed towards Zhongzhou.

Most believers have no idea what their Lord wants.

The so-called "Thousands of years, unify Zhongzhou" is just an empty slogan, because their lord obviously has other goals.

But what is there on Shushan that attracts the Holy Master?
Is it Shushan's self-binding exercise?Or the famous fairy sword of Chen Yuan?Or is it the swordsmanship that has been passed down for thousands of years?
Maybe not.

Because after Xu Songyuan's death, the strength of the Holy Lord has become unmatched in the world.

He has reached the eighth realm at a young age, and in time, he will surely come to the dusty abyss, and there is no reason to go to Shushan at this moment under the threat of Great Xia.

Maybe there are some unknown secrets hidden in Shu Mountain?

The believers can only speculate like this.

But now this node is going to Shushan, can they still come back?

At least it is impossible for Da Xia Iron Cavalry and Wendao Academy to turn a blind eye to this.

The believers were apprehensive and distracted.

At this moment, the scorching sound of dry branches came from not far away, and a group of stalwart hunters rushed out of the raging flames!

The hunters didn't say a word, pretending to be silent, just staring at the believers so viciously, obviously trying to block the way.

The believers were taken aback. They sneaked into Zhongzhou this time to act in secret. How could they be stopped suddenly?
But the Holy Lord had anticipated this.

The appearance of wildfires and ferocious beasts must be due to human intervention, which he can still see clearly.

The Holy Master's eyes were dark and he did not show any emotion, but said coldly, "Get lost."

Whether it is a cultist or a hunter in a deserted village, he can feel his anger.

But the hunters did not retreat half a step.

Li, who was the leader, took a step forward and read the lines he had memorized: "We already know what the Demon Cult wants to do, and there is still time to return to southern Xinjiang."

The Holy Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, looking down at Li from above.

In the blazing fire, the believers felt a biting chill.

After a long silence, the Lord finally spoke slowly:
"Is it Xia Chen's dog, or the man of the academy?"

Li didn't respond.

He was just holding a sharpened bone knife, standing upright in the mountain fire, with no waves on his face.

The atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a while.

The Holy Lord didn't know who it was in front of him, even though Li was really dressed like a hunter.

But seeing may not be believing, although Li seems to have no cultivation, and there is no fluctuation of aura around his body.However, his qi and blood are rich, and his body exudes a coercion that does not lose to the five realms, which is the characteristic of physical cultivation.

The Great Xia Iron Blood Battalion is a well-known physical training regiment, and there is also a group of madmen in Wendao Academy who shout "every man gets angry, blood splatters five steps".

The Holy Master couldn't confirm Li's real identity, but he knew that ordinary forces couldn't support physical training, so the group of people in front of him were probably from Daxia or the Academy.

He didn't know whether the appearance of the hunters was a warning from Zhongzhou or just a show, but Shushan is in a state of decline and its strength is declining. If you miss this opportunity, there will be no next time!
The Holy Master's gaze froze, and he raised his hand resolutely.

His sleeves fluttered, and wisps of black air escaped, coiling around his body like thousands of soul-eating ghosts!

The sound of "crackling" and a strange scream came from nowhere in the forest.

The believers were sweating profusely, but they didn't know whether it was hot or cold.

But the hunters remained motionless.

The Holy Master didn't show mercy, and he didn't intend to give Da Xia or the Academy any face.

The black air gathered into a giant mouth that devoured the sky and the sun, and the surrounding mountain fires flowed into it like an upside-down vortex, and even the light was distorted!
His eyes were gloomy and cold, his palms were clasped, and he was about to erase the hunter in front of him...

But a sudden breath made him withdraw his strength immediately!
"Who?!"

The Holy Lord's pupils suddenly enlarged, and he looked into the air in horror!
He saw a figure falling straight from the sky, breaking through the billowing smoke, and crashing into the fiery forest!
The exploding air wave exploded, sweeping away the surrounding flames in an instant, revealing the scorched and cracked ground in the middle!

The strong wind lifted the Holy Lord's robe, tore apart the rising flames in the distance, and rolled the black embers into the sky, like gray rain falling after a catastrophe.

Ning Luo raised his head calmly, and walked out from the ashes.

In line with the principle that the hang should not be too obvious, he only exudes part of the breath.

Rich blood lingers around Ning Luo, faintly condensing the appearance of ferocious beasts in the barren mountains, including Zhu Yan, Wu Wu, Hei Hu...

Where the fire passes by, all beasts come to court!
A group of hunters also skillfully released energy and blood, singing in harmony with the phantom behind Ning Luo.

The Holy Master stared wide-eyed, his arms trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't know whether it was because of fear, anger, or surprise.

The veins on his forehead popped out, and blood streaks appeared in his pupils!
But Ning Luo has no fear at all, he just accumulates energy and blood, accumulating momentum.

Seven points are stable, three points are reckless.

Either sit on the sidelines, or take action to kill, this is Ning Luo's code of conduct.

He originally planned to use tricks to dissuade the Demon Cult.

The wildfire, the beast, and the hunter of the deserted village are only the first part of the plan.

Its purpose is not only to dissuade the Holy Master, but also to test out more information.

Although Ning Luo did cram for a while, what he learned was only the main storyline events.

Do Demon Cultists have the ability to control the sky?

Or in other words, how long can it take to resist wildfires?
What is the specific level of the Holy Master's cultivation?

How much power from the upper echelon of the Demon Cult has been mobilized?

Do they have the determination to break the boat?

Ning Luo knew nothing about it.

So he used wildfires to confirm the ability system of the Demon Cult, used ferocious beasts to test the combat strength of the believers, and finally let the hunter pretend to be the power of Zhongzhou to test the determination of the Holy Lord...

But he didn't expect that the performance of the believers was more embarrassing than he imagined, and the strength of the Holy Master seemed to be a little weaker.

That being the case, the follow-up campaign against demons, Great Xia people's anger, disturbance of Zhongzhou, and all other plans seemed superfluous and unnecessary.

Ning Luo has the confidence to chase away guests, so there is no need to stand on the sidelines.

Because he is more inclined to grasp the future by himself than to hand over his fate to planners or outsiders.

The coercion in the barren mountains shocked the world, and the sea of ​​blood surged like a raging wave.

And the ghost behind the Holy Master became more and more frightening until it covered half of the sky!

But when it touched the blood mist around Ning Luo's body, it couldn't make any further progress.

My cards have not been exhausted yet.

But you are at the end of your rope.

The atmosphere was frozen.

Ning Luo didn't intend to consume any more, the phantom of the ferocious beast behind him gradually converged and gathered in his right arm.

There are still flaws in the self-created technique, so the right half of Ning Luo's shirt exploded in an instant!The whole arm suddenly became bloated and deformed!Countless ferocious and criss-crossed blood streaks cling to it!
He leaned down slightly, the muscles in his calf were still accumulating strength, when the ground cracked.

A slight vibration spread from the soles of Ning Luo's feet to the surroundings, and even the hunters were inexplicably shocked at this moment.

The Holy Master was short of breath, his eyes were tearing apart, and he was furious!

The ghosts all over the sky slammed into the distant mountains and forests, but they didn't dare to hurt the hunters in the slightest.

Ning Luo didn't stop because of this, his calf suddenly exerted strength, and the ground under his feet collapsed in an instant!
However, before Ning Luo rushed forward, the Holy Master turned around angrily, giving up the idea of ​​continuing to move forward.

At this moment, Ning Luo suffered a cardiac arrest!

The time of the whole world has also stopped.

A burst of mysterious ripples rippled around him, and everything in the world turned gray and white, losing all its brilliance.

The energy and blood around Ning Luo's body faded away, and the terrifying aura that had just accumulated suddenly faded away.

He clutched his chest, vaguely aware of something: "Is this a sign of return, it seems that the world line has indeed changed."

Now that the world line has changed, the conditions for winning and losing the dungeon are no longer valid.

Thinking back on the long journey of the past 19 years, Ning Luo only felt a sense of frustration that the prosperity had come to an end.

His body also gradually disintegrated into a turbulent flow of data, which rose to the boundless void under the pull of the skylight.

At the last moment, Ning Luo glanced at the resentful Holy Master below, and whispered to himself:

"pity."

　Ask for a ticket-,-
　　
　
(End of this chapter)