Way of Choices

The night is overwhelming, what are the people in the mountains facing? What next?

Without any hesitation, Mao Qiuyu lifted his sleeves lightly, and immediately swept a few miles away, and walked into the mountain road. The king of Linghai's face turned blue, and he turned away as a streamer. His right hand turned over and held a light. A dazzling pestle.

As the old man of Tianji calculated, the two state-religious giants escorted Chen Changsheng under the orders of His Majesty the Pope, and each held his own treasure!

However, they were unable to take a step on the mountain road and were forced to stop in front of the arch of the Tianji Pavilion.

Not because of the night, but in the sky above the mountains, numerous stones suddenly fell.

The stones are dense and dense, like a large net, completely covering the entire cold mountain, exuding an extremely strong breath.

Those stones are not ordinary stones, but they are the same as Tianshi Stone!

These heavenly stones form a huge array of terrible power. Even the strongest in the sacred realm, there is no way to break this heavenly stone array in a short time. Although their strength is strong, they also carry the treasures of the state religion. There is no way to break into this cold mountain at this time.

So those people in Hanshan... what about that person?

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Tianshi starts from Tianchi, from the grassy cliff beside the pool, from the fingertips of the elderly Tianji.

The old man of Tianji sits by the lake, and the wrinkles on his face are several times more instantaneous, and he looks more old, but his fingers are still so stable, and he is constantly writing something in the mist of the water, which is calculating and also In the formation, the body exudes an extremely strong breath.

Thousands of heavenly stones flew all over the mountains, suspended in the air, and under the dark night, as if stars appeared, blocking the earth of five hundred miles.

This is Hanshan, his place.

Even if the middle-aged scholar who came to Hanshan today is the strongest opponent he encountered in his thousand years of monasticism, he is confident to fight the other side.

The sky stones suspended in the night sky were woven into a net. The center of the stone net was at the turn of the mountain road, at the bank of the stream, and in front of the persimmon forest.

Just above the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar looked up at the night sky and looked at the dozens of heavenly stones in his sight. His expression was still indifferent, without any slight touch.

The elder Tianji, who was far away from the peak of the lake, shook his body slightly, and the wrinkles on his face did not increase, but it was deeper.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the top of the peak with no expression on his face and said, "Heaven, do you want to trap me with such a simple formation?"

His voice was like thunder, exploding among the mountains.

The monks who guarded in front of Chen Changsheng knew the sea turbulence, and some monks who were weaker even abandoned the Dao sword in their hands and covered their ears in pain.

These pictures are vaguely displayed in the fog on the lake surface of the peak.

Tianji old man looked at the picture in the fog and said, "I can't be trapped for a lifetime, I must be trapped for a while."

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said: "Then the life and death of these younger generations, you don't care?"

Elder Tianji said: "If you don't care about your life and death, who else can I control?"

These two peerless powerhouses, at least a hundred miles apart, seemed to be talking face to face.

Listening to these two simple conversations, the human monks and demon masters who originally gave birth to the hope of hearing the voices of the elder Tianji suddenly despaired again.

The faces of the people in the Tianji Pavilion sitting cross-legged on the floor of the lake and the peak of the lake showed an unbearable expression, but they had nothing to say.

If the old man of Tianji is doing his best at this time, he is not sure to rescue those who are on the mountain road and the stream, but they may not be able to die completely.

However, in that case, the elderly Tianji could not maintain the large array of Tianshi that had sealed the five hundred miles of cold mountains at this time.

Those who enter the Hanshan Mountains are very important and are the future of humanity. However, if the middle-aged scholar can be sealed in the cold mountains for more time, waiting for the strong men of the human world to come and kill them, then... Mankind will surely usher in a very beautiful future.

In just a short time after discovering the traces of middle-aged scholars, Tianji old man made more than forty calculations and finally made his own choice.

If the death of those people can be exchanged for the death of the most terrible enemy in the human world, then this is where the death is.

Even if those people have a future pope.

Elder Tianji believes that if they know the identity of middle-aged scholars, they will make the same choices as themselves.

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Wanshou Pavilion is a famous place in Xiling and has a great collection of books. A scribe is standing by the bookshelf, reading with a book in his hand. This man was wearing an ordinary gown, and the only unusual place was a red flower tied on his little finger. The flower is very red. The red is very beautiful and very special. Unlike any common red, it has a different kind of beauty.

The scribe's expression was calm, and he seemed to be attentive in reading. However, the red flowers trembling lightly between his little fingers showed that his emotions at this time were not like the surface. Or it is because there are screams from outside the cabinet from time to time. Wanshou Pavilion is a quiet resort, who dares to scold outside the pavilion? Who dares to scold this scribe?

The man who was scolding outside the pavilion was an old aunt, who was already half-bald with a half-bald whisk in his hand, and was actually driven out of the endless turquoise of Kyoto after the Heavenly Sea.

Listening to the scolding from outside the cabinet, the scribe could no longer keep calm, frowning deeper and deeper, and finally sighed, ready to say something. At this moment, there was a sudden fluctuation in the sky in the east direction outside the Wanshou Pavilion.

The scribe's expression changed slightly, his figure flickered, and then disappeared in front of the bookshelf. The next moment he came outside the cabinet. The old Taoist watched the scribe finally appear, and was secretly complacent, but his face was still full of hate, looking at him and saying: "Your son doesn't care, does your wife don't care!"

Wen Shili ignored her, still looking at the northeast direction of Bikongli, his face was very ugly.

The old aunt was angry and reached out and grabbed him.

The scribe snorted coldly, brushing his sleeves with anger, and then toes lightly on a lotus leaf in the lotus pond in front of the pavilion.

The old lady fell heavily on the ground, her cheeks were red and swollen.

She froze over her face, and since marriage, she has never received such treatment.

Just as she was about to yell, she finally felt the strangeness coming from the sky, her face became pale, and she was agitated.

At this moment, she only hoped that she had not delayed her husband's breathless breath just now.

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Wanliuyuan outside Hanqiu City still looks like scorched earth. Although it has been a long time, it has not yet been reborn.

Zhu Luo stood by the lake and looked at the scene before him, silent.

In recent days, he has been dealing with the affairs of the Zhu family and the desperate sect, while waiting for the day when Wang Po returned to Tianliang County.

A man wearing a lizard hat stood beside him, stargazers who were also in all directions.

Suddenly, a piece of black and gray fell on the edge of the hat, and the stargazer felt a sense, looking towards the horizon of the east, and suddenly saw the sea of ​​clouds thousands of miles away.

"problem occurs."

"You go."

"it is good."

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