Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 152 On a snowy day, by the lakeside, spectators are disturbing!

In the 13th year of the Apocalypse, on the ninth day of the first lunar month, there was a strong wind and heavy snow!
It seems that even the Haotian God who lives high in the Kingdom of God is aware of this life-and-death duel in the world.

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, it started to snow, and the temperature dropped by an unknown amount. The weather was very cold. The people of Chang'an who wanted to go to the big lake thirty miles away outside Chang'an City to watch the battle, all Intimidated.

But there were also quite a few gorgeous carriages, carrying the nobles who came out of the rich gates, and rushed to the outside of Chang'an City without stopping.

Of course, the most people who went there were those who came out of the gambling house after losing everything. Some of them believed that in this life-and-death battle, Ning Que would definitely lose if nothing unexpected happened.

But there are also many people who firmly believe that Ning Que will win. It's not that they think Ning Que will win, but that they have put their wealth and lives on Ning Que.

If Xiahou, the general of Zhenbei, wins, then they may have to commit suicide by throwing themselves into the lake on this side of the winter lake.

It's three quarters!

The banks of the Great Lake, thirty miles outside Chang'an City, were already full of ornately decorated carriages, and those who came on foot had no choice but to stay outside the blockade of Zuo Wuwei's army.

For the rich and powerful, Zuo Wuwei's soldiers still saved some face, but for the gamblers who came and went in the gambling house, Zuo Wuwei's soldiers could be said to have dealt a heavy blow.

Anyone who dares to cross the blockade line will be put in shackles. The third class of government servants in Chang'an Mansion have long been waiting there.

But for those practitioners, Zuo Wuwei's soldiers did not stop them much, and even if they stopped, they might not be able to stop them.

On the north shore of the Great Lakes!
Yan Se changed from her slovenly past, put on a brand new Taoist robe, and appeared on the south bank.

He looked at the big lake. The sun in winter was not that warm. On the frozen lake, there were people standing opposite each other at a distance of tens of feet.

This is destined to be an extremely tragic duel of life and death. He is a talisman master, the greatest talisman master in the world.

But he hasn't crossed the five realms yet, it's not that he doesn't want to cross the five realms, but that there has never been a magician in the world who has surpassed the five realms.

Master Fu's practice is to study the movement of heaven and earth, which belongs to the authority of Haotian. As a citizen of Haotian, how can he seize the authority of Haotian?

But today, maybe he is going to cross the Five Realms on the shore of Winter Lake, so he changed into a new Taoist robe.

National Preceptor Li Qingshan also looked anxiously at the two people confronting each other on the frozen lake and said, "Senior Brother, do you really want to take action?"

"A life-and-death duel, no one else is allowed to intervene!"

Yan Se laughed, and said, "Ning Que is my apprentice, and I, Yan Se, have only had one apprentice for most of my life."

"Whoever wants to kill my apprentice, then I will kill whoever, what happened to Xiahou, it's the same with Liu Bai!"

He fought Liu Bai in the past, and he left a mark between Liu Bai's eyebrows with a talisman.

In the world, there has never been a talisman master who has surpassed the six realms!

Li Qingshan's eyes were full of helplessness, and then he looked at the frozen lake in silence, silence was a wordless rejection.
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On the south bank!
Chen Xuan and his party also came to watch the battle, with a wide field of vision overlooking the entire Great Lake.

On that frozen lake, there was a blood flag waving, and someone was standing with a knife. In this whistling and weeping snowstorm, someone is destined to fall on this icy lake today, and finally sink into the depths of the lake. The bottom of the lake.

This lake has a very wide vein, connected to the Weishui River hundreds of miles away from Chang'an City. It may not die if it sinks into the bottom of the lake, but it will appear in the Weishui River hundreds of miles away.

Ye Hongyu, who is wearing a red dress and red shoes, stands in this snowy scenery, as out of place as possible.

"Xiahou, it is true that I am the pinnacle of martial arts. Even if I stand in Ning Que's position, I may not be able to get much benefit."

Ye Hongyu held the Dao sword in his hand, his eyes full of fighting intent. This battle between Ning Que and Xia Hou was probably the first time in the history of the world that a cross-border battle was fought in front of many people!

Other cross-border battles mostly took place in the barren mountains and deserts where no one cared about, but this time there was a biography written by the historian himself, which will be passed down to future generations, regardless of whether Ning Que is alive or dead.

They will all be in another form, leaving their names on the history, becoming the most important characters in stories that will be talked about by later generations.

Chen Xuan stretched out his right hand and caught the snowflakes falling from the blue sky. Looking at the crystal clear snowflakes, he said, "The wind and snow are like complaints, but I seem to see the figure of the God of Light."

His eyes fell on the north bank, on a certain little old man dressed in white coarse cloth.

That day, Wei Guangming, the God of Light in the Temple of Light, radiated light in the city of Chang'an. He had already exhausted all his cultivation, so how did he survive?

It is impossible to say that Haotian is favoring you. The God of Light in the temple is the one who believes in light the most. However, the real situation is that generations of God of Light have met a bad end.

There has never been a God of Light who can enjoy his old age peacefully after retiring from the throne of God. This is the secret obtained by Daoist from that temple, and the secret of it is naturally not easy to tell the world.

A little surprise appeared on Mo Shanshan's face, and she said, "But that day in Chang'an City, Wei Guangming, the great priest of light, shined light, didn't he already go back?"

Under the sky above Chang'an City that day, under the splendor of thunder, the extremely pure light released from the Seat of Light all announced to the world the return of the Seat of Light.

Ye Hongyu's eyes were also full of disbelief, and then Ye Hongyu said with relief: "Under the sky, the great priest of light on the throne, if he had not returned that day, he must be planning something that would shock the world and make the gods cry. Big things."

Chen Xuan looked at the two people who were still facing each other on the frozen lake, listened to the sound of the blood flag waving in his ear, and said: "So, today, many people came from the southeast and the northwest, from the Daoist sect, the Buddhist sect, the academy and even In the world, everyone comes here.”

"The duel between Ning Que and Xiahou is no longer as simple as a life-and-death duel."

"On the chessboard, carts have no wheels and horses have no reins, but the pawns who cross the river are carts!"

Although he has the cultivation level of the Yang God, he still can't see clearly, where did Ning Que come from?

His teacher, Mr. Boyang, once stood on the long river. At that time, he could not clearly see the water splashing from the river. Now when he thinks about it carefully, he realizes that they are all the dreamy bubbles of a world.

It was like a dream and an illusion, but Chen Xuan knew that at this moment, in this world, it was real!It's not fantasy!
(End of this chapter)