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Chapter 806 Snowstorm Chang'an City, Apocalypse and Destruction

In the eighteenth year of the Apocalypse of the Tang Dynasty, the first snowfall in Chang'an City occurred on the night when Xiong Chumo, the headmaster of Xiling, died.

The first snow falls, the darkness gradually recedes, and the morning light gradually arrives.

The city wall of Chang'an is covered with a light layer of snow, looking like a white curtain.

Suddenly, a footprint appeared in the thin snow on the city wall.

An instant later, another footprint appeared in the thin snow on the city wall hundreds of feet away.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of footprints appeared behind it.

These two footprints belong to two people respectively.

On the endless wall of Chang'an City, the footprints of those two people appeared from time to time.

But no one can be seen, only footprints can be seen, just like the traces left by immortals in the world.

A touch of green clothes appeared in the light snowflakes.

The master of Zhishou Temple appears outside the south gate.

A Dao sword was slung behind him.

He had not slept for seven days, traveling countless miles across mountains and rivers, but he was still in high spirits.

Suddenly a wooden stick appeared in the snow. It was very short and hard. It was the same stick that had been stuck on an unknown island in the South China Sea. The Master left behind the stick that almost killed the viewer.

This wooden stick hit the viewer on the back of the head, and he just swung his sword. When the sword and the wooden stick met, there was a loud sound, melodious and loud, like a yellow bell, which awakened countless bells in Chang'an City.

Dressed in Tsing Yi, he appeared in Chang'an, and the master of Zhishou Temple, Chen, came.

Chen, the master of Zhishou Temple, before Ke Haoran drew his sword to ask the sky, was definitely a monumental figure etched in the history of cultivation.

Chen Pipi is known as the youngest person in the world who knows his destiny, but in the eyes of many people, he takes it for granted and has barely inherited the qualifications of his father's generation.

His father, Chen, is the youngest practitioner to have broken through the five realms in the history of cultivation.

Chen, a very common name. He was initially just an ordinary Taoist in a Taoist temple in the Song Dynasty. He had no talent for cultivating Taoism at all. He had never even entered the Xiling Temple, so he gave himself the most ordinary name. name.

The Song Dynasty is a small country on the bank of the East China Sea. There is nothing commendable in terms of history, culture and military affairs, but there have been many celebrities and great figures here.

The Great Priest of Light, who founded the Demon Sect thousands of years ago, came from the Song Dynasty. The deceased Great Priest of Light, Wei Guangming, also came from the Song Dynasty. Liansheng Thirty-Two was the son of a noble family in the Song Dynasty, and Jun Mo, the second senior brother of the Academy, lived in his childhood. The small town can also be regarded as within the Song Dynasty.

Chen, the master of Zhishou Temple, as the youngest person to break through the five realms, is undoubtedly qualified to leave his name in the history of practice. But because of the addition of Master and Ke Haoran in the history of these years, Chen's appearance was not as glorious as it once was.

But from another perspective, it also shows that Chen is so powerful that he has continuously saved his whole body from Ke Haoran and Confucius, and in this era when Confucius ascended to heaven and Ke Haoran died, he became the new number one in the world.

Opposite the Tsing Yi figure in Chang'an City, a scholar stood silently in the snow. He was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, but the current padded jacket was full of gashes cut by swords, which were mixed with blood and turned black, making it extremely ugly.

The wooden stick in his hand was cut with many shallow sword marks, just like a dog-beating stick, making him look like a beggar who had been chased by a vicious dog for many days.

Li slowly looked at the viewer and said, "Chang'an City is the final battleground chosen by the Academy."

The viewer looked at him and said, "I chose this place first."

"why?"

"Because this city can't stop me now." "Then why did you come now?"

"Because until now, this city couldn't stop me."

The master of the temple held the Dao sword in his hand, looked at the majestic city in front of him, and said: "Your academy is waiting, and so am I. You are waiting for the city to recover, and I am waiting for the city to weaken."

"Also, I'm also waiting for the results from Qingxia."

"Jun Mo is indeed very strong, but he is not stronger than the Judgment God's Throne."

"Although that Judgment God has done some things that make me very unhappy, I must admit that he is powerful. With him and me presiding over this world-wide crusade, you have no chance."

“It depends on people, we have to try.”

Li Manman's voice was firm, but the viewer had already entered Chang'an.

He came to Zhuque Street. There was no pedestrian on the street, and it was extremely quiet. Only the snow kept falling. The viewer is walking on the straight Suzaku Avenue with a leisurely expression.

He looked at the buildings beside the road, at the sculptures in the middle of the street that were not completely covered by the snow, at the black cornices and old snow-covered tiles, just like an ordinary tourist.

"It turns out that Chang'an City is like this."

He had been thinking about this city for many years, and he had been thinking about destroying this city for many years. Today he finally walked into the city, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The viewer looked up at the sky where snow kept falling and said, "If you saw this scene in the sky, would you regret leaving this world too early?"

At this time, the chirping of cicadas suddenly sounded on Zhuque Avenue. The snowflakes falling into the city from high altitude seemed to have gained an extra layer of brightness and turned into thin cicada wings.

The viewer looked at the wind and snow at the other end of the long street and said calmly: "There are cicadas in the west, hiding in the mud for twenty-three years...Lin Wu, it turns out you are here too."

The snow clouds are getting thicker, blocking the skylight, the chilling cicadas are ringing through Chang'an City, and the remaining curtains are coming from the wind and snow.

The viewer exclaimed: "I didn't expect you to have passed through the Heavenly Demon Realm and became the first person in the Demon Sect to break through the Five Realms in a hundred years. You must know that even Liansheng cannot break the heart calamity and will not dare to take that step until death. You are indeed Extraordinary, but I admire Master even more.”

As the viewer spoke, he stretched out his palms toward the sky to catch the majestic power falling from the sky, coming from the sun behind the thick clouds.

This majestic force fell on Chang'an City, and the thick snow clouds in the sky were instantly torn open with a straight crack.

The clear sunshine falls from the blue sky and shines on the long street, making the buildings and snowflakes on the street extremely clear, and even smearing it with a layer of holy golden light. The snowflakes all over the sky turned golden and then melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the power above the five realms, the true Taoist magic: Apocalypse.

Yu Lian stood in the wind and snow, her black ponytail swaying gently. The snowflakes danced wildly, their edges rubbing against the air at high speed, and the chirping of the cicadas became louder and louder. Billions of snowflakes turned into transparent wings, fluttering and flying quickly, instantly covering the sky above Suzaku Avenue.

The clear light falling from the cracks in the clouds fell on these wing-like snowflakes and began to refract around. There seemed to be countless golden leaves in the sky of Chang'an City.

A very light but extremely powerful aura, along with the flying snowflakes, enveloped the entire snow street, creating a brand new world in Haotian's world.

Not a single snowflake fell, not a ray of sunshine fell.

The master of the temple and Yu Lian faced off and tested each other, the two of them fighting purely with their breaths.

At this time, Li slowly attacked from behind without any sense of martial ethics, but the viewer just lowered his eyes, and with a thought, the attack that hit him instantly turned into a dead substance.

This is Nirvana, above the five realms.

(End of this chapter)