Before the opening of Zhouyuan, Lishan had already entered a state of full alert before the rainbow was born. Komatsu Palace and three elders of the Precepts Hall sat in various parts of the mountain path. The Lishan Ten Thousand Sword Formation hidden in the deep sea of ​​clouds, ready to kill the invading enemy at any time, but still failed to do so. It was not until the leader of Lishan used the real sword to roar that the rainbow stabilized, and at the same time completely eliminated the alien aura in the rainbow. Unfortunately, it was too late to stop the demons from closing the door of Zhouyuan.

If you want to open the gate of Zhouyuan again and let the hundreds of human cultivators enter it come out, except for the formations arranged by many powerful people outside Hanqiu City, the most important thing is still the rainbow that starts from Lishan. After all, the key is here. In the past period of time, Lishan was silent, and everyone paid attention to the movements of the peak. At this moment, seeing the head of the sect finally walked out of the cave, people who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward and bowed down, Komatsugu asked with a serious expression: "Senior Brother, what's the situation?"

The head of Lishan looked at the night sky in the east, looked at the still bright star, and said, "In the early morning, Zhouyuan will be restarted."

Hearing this, Komatsugu breathed a sigh of relief, but found that the senior brother of the sect was still serious, especially the Jinghu sword intent in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel extremely uneasy and asked, "Is there any other change?"

The head of Lishan retracted his gaze toward the east, followed the rainbow and landed at the northern Hanqiu City, saying, "There is a big event happening in Zhouyuan, and there are signs of collapse. I don't know if the people inside can hold on until the morning."

The disciples of Lishan Sword Sect present were shocked when they heard this, but they did not dare to make noise. After a moment, an elder of the Precepts Hall asked worriedly: "But there is any other way?"

The head of Lishan was silent, so people naturally understood the meaning. A disciple asked, "How is the eldest brother now?"

As he asked, many Lishan disciples turned their eyes to the closed door of the cave. For the younger generation of Lishan disciples, it seemed that nothing could be difficult for the eldest brother. Although he knew that his senior brother's level of cultivation would definitely not be as good as that of the master uncles, he still subconsciously placed his hope on him.

The head of Lishan looked at the disciples and said, "In order to reopen the gate of Zhouyuan as soon as possible, your senior brother burned almost all the blood of the true dragon in his body, and wanted to be faster? Do you hope that he would lose all his cultivation? Or would he die under this rainbow if he wanted to?"

The disciples were shocked again when they heard this and dared not say much.

At this moment, a voice came from the cave: "Master, disciple... I want to give it another try."

This sound was so tired and extremely weak, but it was still as clear and pleasant as usual. The emotions in the sound were still so calm, calm, confident, and firm. More importantly, this sound was still as usual. No matter what situation it was, it was not depressed at all, and it had a sense of freedom or even casualness.

Listening to this voice, the disciples felt a little relieved for some reason, just like they did on weekdays.

The head of Lishan looked at the cave and said in a deep voice: "If you try again, you may be dead."

The sound disappeared for a moment, then it rang again, still calm and extremely firm: "The junior sister is still in Zhouyuan."

This is the reason, this is the reason, this is the reason and reason that everyone in the world knows and is willing to believe. The head of Lishan heard the seemingly calm voice of his favorite disciple, and for the first time, there was a real anxiety in the seemingly calm voice of his great disciple. How could he bear to stop it?

The sun is not set everywhere, and the sun is not set. The tomb is surrounded by violent hurricanes. The water on the grassland has long been completely evaporated, and the wet mud has also turned into dry sand and gravel. As the wind dances between heaven and earth, sand and dust float in from the edge of the yellow paper umbrella, dimly light.

Xu Yourong leaned against Chen Changsheng's shoulder and whispered: "Will we die?"

She was just pulled back from the edge of death not long ago, and was very weak at this time, both physically and mentally. Chen Changsheng's eyes crossed the edge of the yellow paper umbrella and stared at the ten stone pillars in the wind and sand around the tomb. Thinking about the results she had calculated before, some comparison was being conducted. Suddenly listening to her words, he thought about it and said, "Maybe...but I won't let you die."

Xu Yourong said softly: "If you hadn't given me blood before, I would have died, but in fact, I was not afraid of death at that time, but I was afraid at this time. I don't know why."

Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes and said, "Or... is it because you have a reason to live?"

Xu Yourong thought for a while and said, "Maybe."

Chen Changsheng laughed from the bottom of his heart and said, "I'm very happy."

Xu Yourong looked at him and said with a smile: "I am very happy too, but the more I do this, the less I want to die."

Chen Changsheng said seriously: "Yes, so I'm thinking about how to survive."

Xu Yourong quipped: "Are you good at finding a solution?"

"No, but how to survive... I think about it more often."

After saying this, he continued to observe the wind and sand around the tomb, especially the scene in which a certain area was previously covered by white grass and now covered by gravel and monster corpses. Many monsters have died, and more monsters are fighting against the storm, or are swept by the storm and flying everywhere. Death will come sooner or later. Apart from the yellow paper umbrella in front of the main entrance of the tomb, there is no place to protect these once powerful and violent lives.

At this moment, a black shadow crossed the violent turbulent energy flow and howling wind and sand, and came to the front of the main entrance of the tomb like lightning. It followed the extremely small gap on the edge of the yellow paper umbrella and came into the umbrella. It fell heavily on the thick stone door of the tomb. The stone door made a muffled sound, and several cracks emerged on it.

It can avoid the energy storm released by the Heavenly Book Monument, ignore the wind and sand all over the sky, and almost knock over the main entrance of the tomb... is a bird. The bird is covered in fur, looks not beautiful, its right claw is broken, and its body is covered with blood. It looks like a pheasant that has just escaped from the hunter's arrow.

The pheasant slid from the center of the crack in the stone gate and landed on the ground. He stood up with one foot, twisted his neck, flapped his wings, and slapped all the ash and water on his wings, looking a little satisfied. Then he looked at the wind and sand on the edge of the yellow paper umbrella and made a few angry cries. The space under the yellow paper umbrella was very small, and the gravel that the pheasant blew out fell on the heads and faces of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong. The two couldn't help coughing.

Listening to the cough, the pheasant remembered something. The slightly weird and golden pupils rolled around for two times, and then became extremely quiet in an instant. Without looking at Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, he quietly retreated, as if he wanted to avoid their sight. The problem is that there is only such a big place under the umbrella, where can it avoid?

(It's not Nanke or Zhuque, it's definitely different from Yi Xiaopang. In the next chapter, before seven o'clock, the number of words will be relatively small today.)
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