Way of Choices

Facing what may be the most powerful existence in this world, facing the most miserable possible ending, Chen Changsheng was fearful, nervous, and uneasy...but there was no despair.

He was desperate when he was ten years old and got used to it, knowing it was useless.

He looked at the middle-aged scholar by the river in the distance, holding a button in his sleeve with his right hand.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes suddenly became sharper. The cold mountain was like a sword, and the breath of terror spread to the mountains.

In the bang, the stones in the air were slightly opened by the earthquake.

Sudden snow storms, the mountain road is even colder, accompanied by several crisp sounds, many weapons of the monks fell to the ground!

Chen Changsheng found that his right hand was a bit obedient, as if he was really frozen, there was no way to squeeze the button in his palm!

With the constant formation drive in Hanshan, hundreds of heavenly stones fell again.

The middle-aged scholar raised his right hand and flicked a finger toward the distant mountain road.

An invisible and traceless atmosphere passed through those sky stones and came to the mountain road.

Chen Changsheng's right hand was locked up by a middle-aged scholar, but his left hand was still able to move.

Only a very slight metal friction sounded, and the metal ball flying out of the scabbard stretched out at an unimaginable speed.

There is an old umbrella in Chen Changsheng's left hand.

Yellow paper umbrella.

A roar rang through the mountain road, and the stream rose and splashed into tens of thousands of snow.

The breath hit the umbrella of the yellow paper umbrella.

The unimaginable amount of violent violence followed the umbrella of the yellow paper umbrella to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng is like a small stone hit by an iron hammer, whistling and breaking through the wind, and hitting **** the hard cliff!

The smoke and dust made a big deal, and then gradually concentrated.

A clear human-shaped trace appeared on the cliff face, and there was a piece of stone debris, but there was no trace of Chen Changsheng.

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Chen Changsheng was able to disengage from the middle-aged scholar's aura and disappeared in such an unimaginable way. Naturally, he relied on the button he had been holding in his palm.

That's not an ordinary button, it's a thousand miles button.

At the beginning of the National College of Education, when Luoluo met the demon assassin, he used the Qianli button but was blocked by Tian Luo.

Tianluo is the weapon of the demon king. Although the power is long gone, it just happens to restrain the thousand miles.

Now, Tian Luo should be in the hands of the Da Zhou court.

Today in the cold mountains, Chen Changsheng met Tianluo’s owner and fled with thousands of miles of buttons. He was not blocked by Tianluo, but was blocked by a big rock.

He should have left Hanshan at this time, meeting Mao Qiuyu and King Linghai under the mountain, but still in the mountains.

Thousands of stones suspended in the sky sealed off the entire cold mountain, so he failed to leave.

It was a huge boulder like a hill, just in front of the mountain road.

Chen Changsheng's face was extremely pale, and injuries in his body broke out, and a bit of blood was sprayed on the stone.

The middle-aged scholar's previous finger pointedly outperformed Zhu Luo's sword he had seen in Xunyang City.

If it weren’t for the yellow paper umbrella, he must have died at this time.

Even so, a crack appeared on the surface of the yellow paper umbrella.

Chen Changsheng looked at the blood stains on the stone, confirmed that there was no taste, still unable to rest assured, grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and covered it, and then swept away toward the mountain road.

In the past battles, he rarely ran away, and would not leave his companions, but today is different, because he has no chance of defeating the middle-aged scholar or even a little against the other, and he is well aware of the goal of the middle-age scholar It is himself, so the farther he escapes, the safer his companions are.

So he escaped, and his escape was extremely firm.

He used a burning sword, burning Zhenyuan lifelessly, running towards the summit of Hanshan at an unimaginable speed.

Among the mountains shrouded by the night, a dust dragon was born, and it went a few miles away in an instant.

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The creek and the mountain road are quiet.

People looked at the cliff after the smoke had condensed, and looked at the traces left after the impact. They were very surprised. Tang Sanxie and Zhexiu did not look at it, but stared at the middle-aged scholar by the river bank. Even if his face was pale and fearful, he knew that he would die the next moment, and still stared deadly.

The middle-aged book came to life and walked over the stream.

A large array of Hanshan Tianshi gave birth to induction. Hundreds of Tianshi surrounded him.

Folding the sleeve and Tang Sanshi also moved at the same time, rushing towards the middle-aged scholar. Of course they knew that they could not be the opponents of middle-aged scholars, but the other party was obviously directed at Chen Changsheng. At this time, it must be to chase Chen Changsheng, so it was a moment of delay...

They failed to hold the middle-aged scholar, but they did not die.

Far away from the old city of Xue and coming to the human world, the time of middle-aged scholars is very precious, at least more precious than their lives, so he ignored them.

Folded sleeves and Tang 36 have no way to catch up with middle-aged scholars.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to walk slowly, but appeared in the distant mountain in an instant.

The most terrifying thing is that he walked with the hundreds of stones.

Those Tianshi have unimaginable weight, at this time on the middle-aged scholar, but can not delay his pace for a moment.

A heavy rumbling sounded in the mountains, like thunder, countless cliffs collapsed, and the mountain road broke.

This picture is very strange, shocking, terrifying, and powerful.

As the middle-aged scholars and those Tianshi left, the wind and snow on the creek and mountain roads suddenly disappeared.

With a bang, the stream shook off the ground, sprayed into the sky hundreds of feet high, and then fell like rain.

Cliff mountain road and grassland vibrated violently, mumbling sound kept on sounding.

The persimmons like yellow lanterns in the woods fell to the ground one after another, whether they were mature or green, they were smashed like mud.

Like those corpses and flesh by the creek.

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The big stone was still suspended there quietly, very close to the ground, and it seemed to be like a hill.

The middle-aged scholar was among the cliffs across from him, reaching for a long distance, and the hill-like stone flew over and fell into his hands.

Compared with this hill-like boulder, he seemed very small, and even to be completely covered.

A mountain fell in his hand, which sounded a bit inappropriate, but it happened.

The cold wind suddenly rose between the mountains and cliffs covered by night, and the dust on the surface of the stone was swept away, revealing the blood stains below which had not completely dried up.

The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and smelled it there. The expression was still indifferent, but he slowly closed his eyes, as if drunk.

"My son was right."

The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes, looked at the blood stains on the stone, and showed a smile, looking very satisfied.

The mountains and rivers on his face were a little brighter and a little more alive.

The next moment, the landscape was dark for a few minutes.

Because he raised an eyebrow.

——Not fully cooked, but it should be enough.

The hidden injuries left in those years should be recoverable.

He can finally lift the heavy burden and continue to move towards the ultimate realm of freedom.

Thinking about this, thinking about the long years of the millennium, even he can't help but feel a little emotional.

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(At eight o'clock in the next chapter.)

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