Fighter of the Destiny

Darkness covers the sky, what are those people in the mountains facing? What to do next?

Mao Qiuyu didn't hesitate at all. He raised his sleeves lightly and flew several miles away in an instant, heading towards the mountain road. The King of Linghai turned pale and turned into a stream of light and followed it. He turned his right hand and held a piece of light. The dazzling Dharma pestle.

Just as old man Tianji had concluded, these two giants of the state religion escorted Chen Changsheng on the order of His Majesty the Pope, and indeed they each held important treasures!

However, they were unable to take a step onto the mountain path and were forced to stop in front of the archway of Tianji Pavilion.

It wasn't because of the night, but because of the sudden falling of countless stones from the sky above the mountains.

Those stones were densely packed, like a big net, completely covering the entire cold mountain, exuding an extremely powerful aura.

Those stones are not ordinary stones, but heavenly stones that have the same origin as the Heavenly Book Stele!

These sky stones formed an extremely powerful formation. Even the strongest people in the sacred realm could not destroy this sky stone formation in a short time. Although they were strong in realm, they still carried the important treasures of the state religion. There is no way to break into this cold mountain at this time.

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

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The sky stone originates from Tianchi, from the grassy cliff beside the pool, and from the fingertips of old man Tianji.

Old Man Tianji was sitting by the lake. The wrinkles on his face increased several times in an instant, making him look older. However, his fingers were still so steady, writing something in the mist on the water. He was calculating, and at the same time, he was writing something. While setting up the formation, he exuded an extremely powerful aura.

Thousands of sky stones flew across the mountains and hung in the air. Under the dark night, it was like stars appeared, sealing off the land within a radius of five hundred miles.

This is Hanshan, this is his place.

Even though the middle-aged scholar who came to Hanshan today was the strongest opponent he had encountered in his thousands of years of cultivation, he was still confident that he could fight against him.

The sky stones suspended in the night sky have woven into a net. The center of this stone net is at the bend of the mountain road, by the stream, and in front of the persimmon forest.

Just above the middle-aged scholar's head.

The middle-aged scholar raised his head and looked up at the night sky, looking at the dozens of sky stones in his sight. His expression remained indifferent, without any emotion.

Old Man Tianji, who was far away by the lake at the top of the mountain, swayed slightly. The wrinkles on his face did not increase, but became a few points deeper.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the peak and said expressionlessly: Tianji, you want to trap me with such a simple formation?

His voice was like thunder, exploding among the mountains.

The consciousness of the cultivators who were guarding Chen Changsheng shook. Some cultivators with weaker cultivation levels even abandoned the Dao swords in their hands and covered their ears in pain.

These scenes are all vaguely visible in the fog on the lake at the top of the mountain.

Old Man Tianji looked at the scene in the fog and said: You can't trap it for a lifetime, you have to trap it for a while.

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, Then you don't care about the life and death of these juniors?

Old Man Tianji said: If you don't care about your own life or death, who else can I care about?

These two peerless powerful men were at least a hundred miles apart at this time, but they seemed to be talking face to face.

Listening to these two simple conversations, the human cultivators and demon masters who had originally gained hope because of hearing Old Man Tianji's voice suddenly despaired again.

The people in Tianji Pavilion who were sitting cross-legged in the pavilion at the top of the lake had expressions of unbearable expression on their faces, but they had nothing to say.

If Old Man Tianji exerts his full strength at this time, there is no guarantee that those people on the mountain road and by the stream will be saved, but it may be possible to prevent all those people from dying.

But in that case, Old Man Tianji would not be able to maintain the large sky stone formation that sealed the 500-mile cold mountain at this time.

Those who enter Hanshan are very important and are the future of mankind. However, if the middle-aged scholar can be sealed in the cold mountain for a little longer, waiting for the strong men in the human world to arrive and kill him, then...humanity will surely usher in an extremely bright future.

In the short period of time when Old Man Tianji discovered the traces of the middle-aged scholar, he made more than forty deductions and calculations, and finally made his choice.

If the death of those people can lead to the death of the most terrifying enemy in the human world, then this is a well-deserved death.

Even if there is a future pope among those people.

Old Man Tianji believed that if those people knew the identity of the middle-aged scholar, they would make the same choice as him.

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Wanshou Pavilion is a scenic spot in Xiling and has a rich collection of books. A scribe was standing next to the bookshelf, reading a scroll in his hand. This man was wearing an ordinary gown, and the only unusual feature was a red flower tied on his little finger. The flower is very red. The red color is very beautiful and special. It is not like any common red color. It has a different kind of beauty.

The scribe's expression was very calm, and he seemed to be concentrating on his book. However, the red flower trembling gently between his little fingers showed that his mood at this time was not as it appeared. Or maybe it was because there were shouts and curses coming from outside the pavilion from time to time. Wanshou Pavilion is a quiet resort. Who dares to yell and curse outside the pavilion? Who dares to yell at this scribe?

The person who was cursing outside the pavilion was an old Taoist nun. She was holding a half-bald whisk in her hand. She was actually Wufenbi who was kicked out of Kyoto by the Holy Queen Tianhai.

Listening to the scolding coming from outside the pavilion, the scribe could no longer remain calm, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and finally he sighed and prepared to say something. At this moment, there was a sudden wave of faint fluctuations in the sky in the east direction outside Wanshou Pavilion.

The scribe's expression changed slightly, his body swayed, and he disappeared in front of the bookshelf, and the next moment he was outside the pavilion. The old Taoist nun saw that the scribe finally appeared, feeling secretly proud in her heart, but her face was still full of hatred. She looked at him and said, If your son doesn't care, why doesn't your wife care either?

Wen Shili ignored her and continued to look at the northeast direction in the blue sky with a very ugly expression on his face.

The old Taoist nun was angry and stretched out her hand to grab him.

The scribe snorted coldly, rolled his sleeves angrily, and then lightly stepped on a lotus leaf in the lotus pond in front of the pavilion. His figure suddenly disappeared into the air and disappeared without a trace.

The old Taoist nun fell heavily to the ground, her cheeks red and swollen.

She covered her face and was stunned. She had never been treated like this since her marriage.

Just when she was about to curse, she finally sensed something strange coming from the sky, her face turned a little pale, and she suddenly felt frightened.

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

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The Wanliu Garden outside Hanqiu City still looks like scorched earth. Although it has been a long time, there is still no young girl reborn.

Zhu Luo stood by the former lake, looking at the residual scene in front of him, silent.

In recent days, he has been dealing with the affairs of the Zhu clan and the Jueqing Sect, while waiting for the day when Wang Po returns to Tianliang County, feeling slightly tired.

A man wearing a hat stood beside him. He was a fellow stargazer.

Suddenly, a piece of black ash fell on the edge of the hat. The stargazer felt vaguely and looked to the eastern horizon. Suddenly he saw that the sea of ​​clouds thousands of miles away had darkened a few minutes.

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