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Chapter 739: Ting Tac breaks the light and heads towards Chang'an
"The light is immortal, and Haotian exists forever."

In the extreme northern wasteland, the Great God of Guangming, Guarding Guangming, prayed devoutly. A Haotian divine light descended from the sky and enveloped Ning Que, making every square inch as bright as day.

Xu Xin in the distance instantly made a move and took away all the remaining disciples of the academy and some irrelevant people. As for those "horse thieves", those who mounted their horses as thieves and dismounted as soldiers, they all deserved to die, and he didn't care about them. People's life and death.

"what!!!"

On the wasteland, Ning Que, who was receiving the Haotian Divine Glory, roared and stood up. Wei Guangming's Haotian Divine Glory failed to kill him, nor did it cause any Pluto aura to appear in his body. Having recovered some strength, he opened the door behind him. The big black umbrella blocked more of Haotian's divine brilliance.

The pure divine brilliance of Haotian suddenly collided with Ning Que's open big black umbrella, making a harsh sound and black breath bursting out from the big black umbrella.

The big black umbrella, which was originally as black as ink, has also undergone extremely obvious changes.

Wei Guangming, who had always had a firm belief, suddenly felt a sadness in his heart.

He looked at the black umbrella, feeling a little confused and sad in his heart. Something that could make a great priest of light, with light flowing in his blood, feel confused must be a frightening thing. Therefore, light blooms in the wilderness.

"I know you, Great Priest Guangming, Wei Guangming!"

Those who follow it will walk in the light, and those who turn away from it will walk in the darkness and will be destroyed.

Ning Que stared at Wei Guangming. After entering the academy, he naturally learned more about the murder case in General Xuanwei's mansion. He knew that Xiahou was just a knife and that the real mastermind behind the scenes was the man who had been imprisoned in You Pavilion for many years. , the great priest of Guangming who escaped not long ago, Wei Guangming.

"I didn't expect that you would come to kill me personally."

The light blooms in the wilderness. Everything in this wilderness, the barren grassland, the fluttering weeds, the rustling dwarf trees, and the people around are all illuminated by the light, so they feel fearful.

Among the three great priests of Xiling in the previous generation, only Wei Guangming truly deserves this evaluation.

It shines on the world, it is everywhere.

After Ning Que drew his bow like a full moon, he roared angrily: "How come you, who are so high above us, can decide the life and death of others in a single thought? In your eyes, the people are not their lives!"

Bright, compassionate yet indifferent, gentle yet powerful.

Now Ning Que was very angry, and the raging anger supported his will. He blocked the Haotian Divine Glory with a big black umbrella for a moment, and quickly assembled the Yuan Thirteen Arrows made for him by the Fourth and Sixth Senior Brothers at the back of the academy.

"Wei Guangming, haven't you made enough mistakes?"

Yan Se rarely called Wei Guangming by his first name. He raised his right hand and waved a Taoist sleeve, crossing in front of him like a straight line, whistling through the wind and blowing away all obstacles.

Yuan Shisan's arrows shot through the air, but before they even got close to Wei Guangming, they flew out. It's not that the Yuan Thirteen Arrows are not powerful, it's just because he is Wei Guangming, not the God of Light who is better than Tianqi.

From the moment he found out about the real culprit of that incident, he had already remembered the murderer and went to look for Wei Guangming's portrait. Naturally, he recognized the culprit who caused his parents' tragic death at a glance.

Under Haotian, above the throne of God.

And as the Taoist sleeves danced horizontally, the mud softened by the melting snow on the wasteland instantly turned into something harder than rock. The mud seemed to turn into miniature rivers and mountains, turning into two vertical marks.

The dance of Taoist sleeves is one horizontal line, and there is another horizontal line between heaven and earth. There are two horizontal lines in the sky, and the two muddy rivers and mountains are two vertical lines.

Two horizontally and two vertically. Both horizontally and vertically.

It's the well.

This talisman, which was painted on the wasteland, stretched between heaven and earth, unabashedly showing its contempt, disdain and pride to the descending Haotian divine brilliance, because it was the most powerful hash mark.

The well is the system of closing fields, the well has the meaning of ancient rituals, and the well has the beginning of wonderful theories.

The simplest and most powerful meaning of the hash mark is the simple line cutting, the even and balanced cutting of space, the cutting of heaven and earth.

The hash mark descends on the wasteland, and the cutting lines, no matter how big or small, all go towards the divine glory of Haotian.

The omnipresent light became dimmed due to the fragmentation of space and began to fragment.

This is the ultimate state of Master Yan Se’s pursuit of Talismanism. This well symbol has the true meaning of being unchanging. It can cut not only all things in the world, but even space, shattering the light.

Light always needs space to walk. When the space is broken, how can it shine?

Wei Guangming finally stopped. He looked up at the countless thin and invisible lines in front of him, and let out a faint sigh deep in his heart. He knew that his junior brother Yan Se was crossing the five realms, and this meant fighting him desperately.

Such a talisman that has the ability to dim Haotian's divine glory or even break it into pieces has exceeded the scope allowed by Haotian.

There was a bright light in the wilderness, and it was as bright as day for miles around. Seeing the bizarre scene of the broken light, Mo Shanshan's eyes were filled with light, and he sighed: "Is this the most powerful hash mark! In such a state, Master Yan Se can be said to be The pinnacle of Fu Dao.”

"There is no peak in Fu Dao, or in other words, there is no peak in any path."

"Shanshan, what you should be thinking about is how to draw a stronger talisman than this one."

Xu Xin's voice sounded, and Mo Shanshan felt a warmth coming from Xiang Jian, but when she saw the man's palm on her shoulder, she saw more in her sight, the countless lines, the sky full of bright.

At this moment, she greedily prayed to Haotian to let time stay at this moment, so that she would no longer have to worry about her affection for Xu Xin and her friendship with the nymphomaniac.

The divine brilliance of Haotian disappeared. Wei Guangming panted heavily and did not continue to fight Yan Se. He looked at the umbrella in Ning Que's hand, then at Ning Que who was full of hatred, and said: "You are not the son of Hades, but You and Hades must be inextricably linked."

"This umbrella is Pluto's artifact. The fact that it fell into your hand means..."

While Wei Guangming was muttering to himself, Ning Que, who was in ragged clothes, got up from the ground, picked up the knife on the ground, and limped towards Wei Guangming.

This is his enemy, an enemy with a blood feud. Even if he is very weak, he will make this great priest of light pay the price he deserves.

"The son of Hades is the owner of the Black Umbrella. He is in Chang'an, right?"

Wei Guangming easily dodged Ning Que's knife and reached out to grab the black umbrella, but his palms were "hot" by the dark aura and steamed up.

"I want to go to Chang'an, I want to find the real shadow, find the owner of the black umbrella, the son of Hades..."

Wei Guangming ignored Ning Que and did not continue to fight Yan Se. Instead, he decisively turned into a ray of light and spread out of the control of the well character, heading towards Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)