All Heavens: Start by guarding the light at night

Chapter 142 Ning Que breaks the barrier

In the dark night, it seemed as if endless thick ink was heavily smeared on the sky, not even the glimmer of stars.

After the High Priest of Judgment got rid of the block formation, he did not attack Xiahou immediately as Ning Que expected. Instead, he hid among the powerful men of the Taoist sects.

His red robe was torn apart by the powerful energy of heaven and earth. He looked extremely embarrassed. There was blazing anger in his eyes. He felt suffocated like a mountain pressing down on him, like he was being swallowed by boundless sea water. There seemed to be something pressing in his head. About to explode.

Just now, he almost died.

Any practitioner who can reach the pinnacle of knowledge of fate is a person with a firm mind.

But in the block formation, when the Judgment Priest was in danger of death, he actually became afraid.

Even he himself did not expect that after becoming a Taoist master, enjoying the luck and status of the Taoist sect, he also lost the tenacious and unyielding spirit he once had as a practitioner.

The fear of death will damage his Taoist heart, making it more difficult to further his cultivation in the future.

He originally had a chance to advance beyond the fifth realm, but the fear he felt after being attacked by the block formation directly cut off his hope of advancing beyond the fifth realm in the future.

Hatred surged up and down in his chest like a tide.

From this moment on, the High Priest of Judgment has completely remembered Mochiyuan. After returning to Taoshan, he will definitely file a complaint to the headmaster.

Murdering the contemporary high priest of judgment was enough for the entire River Country to be buried with her.

Mo Shanshan fell in the block formation and fell into a coma. Unfortunately, the ruling priest would not care about this.

Ning Que stood in the block formation, his long sword kept slicing through the broken cracks in the block formation. His awe-inspiring sword intent perfectly matched the sword marks left in the block formation, inspiring Ke Haoran. The aura of the Haoran Sword that had been left behind caused the formation to begin to collapse.

Xia Hou looked at Ning Que, feeling slightly apprehensive in his heart.

Ning Que was the survivor of Lin Guangyuan's case in the first year of Tianqi, and he was a ruthless man who was determined to retaliate.

When he was an ordinary student in the academy, he dared to assassinate the censor Zhang Yiqi.

Later, he attacked Chen Zixian, who had retired. Without someone to protect him, he might not have survived.

Ning Que's growth rate was too fast. It took less than two years for Ning Que to go from being a useless person who could not practice cultivation at the border to joining the academy, joining Yan Se's disciples, and then being admitted to the second floor of the academy.

Even the legendary figures in the storyteller's mouth are not as lucky as Ning Que.

Xia Hou was the mastermind of Lin Guangyuan's case in the first year of Tianqi. He must be the first person Ning Que wanted to kill. The reason why he did not reveal any traces was that he was undoubtedly dormant.

It was easy for Master's personal disciple to kill a resigned general of the Tang Dynasty, and many people were even willing to work for him.

Thinking of this, Xiahou decided to strike first.

Ning Que, since I have met you, I will give you a ride!
In Xia Hou's deep black eyes, there seemed to be a vast world that was difficult to understand. He suddenly ordered to the people beside him:

"Find an opportunity later and kill Ning Que."

"Okay, General, I will definitely complete the mission."

After hearing this, Lin Ling's face showed a hint of joy, his eyes were firm, and his eyes flashed with the belief that he would win.

He joined the Guangming Palace when he was very young, and became Xiahou's deputy general in the first year of Tianqi. Xiahou did not alienate Lin Ling because of his identity. Instead, he regarded Lin Ling as a confidant, granted him the position of deputy general, and held the real power of the Zhenbei Army. .

People from Guangming Palace can adapt to any place.

Lin Ling has shown his special talent since he was young, and it does not lie in his level of cultivation. His talent lies in strategy and leading troops.

Wei Guangming cherished talents and wanted Lin Ling to have a bigger stage. In order to win Xiahou's trust, he let Lin Ling stay in Xiahou's army.

Lin Ling raised his hands to support the killing of Ning Que.

The existence of Yongye Umbrella made Ning Que suspected of being related to the son of Pluto very early on.Later it was discovered that Ning Que might be the son of General Xuanwei.

The Academy suppressed the matter of Pluto's son, so this matter did not continue to ferment.

Lin Ling has always suspected Ning Que's identity, and he found a lot of information showing that Ning Que is the son of Pluto.

In the first year of the Apocalypse, the son of Pluto was in General Xuanwei's Mansion, and Ning Que was the only person who survived in General Xuanwei's Mansion.

Ning Que's path of cultivation was too abnormal.

Even Ke Haoran did not have such terrible qualifications in the past.

Just now, Ning Que broke into the block formation and even triggered Haoran's sword energy, almost destroying the entire block.

Why?
His Dongxuan Peak is something more than others.

Lin Ling felt that Ning Que was the son of Pluto and had Pluto's blessing, so he could walk on a flat ground in the block formation.

As a disciple of the Hall of Light, Lin Ling had no hesitation in killing the son of Hades.

A shocking scene happened inside the Demon Sect Mountain Gate.

The block formation collapsed.

The originally spectacular and steep stone wall, so high and majestic, now completely collapsed.

The land heaved like ocean waves, a terrifying sight.

The huge noise was very harsh, and the boulders hanging high in the sky fell uncontrollably or swayed.

The flood completely dissipated and spread over a large area toward the ground. However, there was no initial surge and everything flowed into the ground along the cracks.

The ground is full of rocks, and the desolate scene looks particularly desolate and heart-stopping compared with the green valley.

Even as the eleventh elder of the Demon Sect, he never thought that the mighty Demon Sect's sect-protecting formation would be destroyed by a mere practitioner of the Dongxuan realm.

The eleventh elder was forced to appear and appeared in the eyes of everyone.

When the High Priest of Judgment saw the Eleventh Elder, his eyes were bloodshot and became extremely fierce and scary. He said word by word: "Old man, it turns out to be you!"

"Oh my, isn't this the great ruling priest of the Taoist sect? Why are you in such a mess!" The eleventh elder has white hair and beard, but his steps are steady and he walks like flying. He has no signs of old age, and his face has gone through many changes. He showed a rare rosy color, his eyes were piercing, and he shot out two eye-catching rays of light. He laughed loudly and loudly, which made people sit up and take notice.

Half of the Judgment Priest's face was scarlet red by the firelight, and the other half was buried in the dark night. His eyes illuminated by the firelight looked so sharp and majestic.

"Old man, the blockade formation has been broken. I think you still have a chance of winning!"

At the other end of the block formation, Xiaoguangdian Lu Yaoguang had arrived. He alone blocked the eleventh elder's retreat with a sword.

The other members of the Demon Sect looked anxious, not knowing how to save them.

The disciple of Mochiyuan was forcibly pulled and hid in the corner by Wuming and others.

As for saving Mo Shanshan, they should save themselves first.

Zhi Zhihua's hair has been wet, and it hangs down like a waterfall, showing a simple and natural charm, and her small pink ears are like shells.

But at this moment, panic quickly appeared in her eyes, as if she had encountered some sudden unexpected event, and she spoke slightly nervously:
"Unknown Priest, please, please save my mountain master."

Among the few people present, only Wuming, who was in the realm of knowing fate, was qualified to intervene in the battle outside.

(End of this chapter)