The night covers the sky, what are the people in the mountains facing? What to do next?

Mao Qiuyu did not hesitate at all, raised her sleeves lightly, and instantly rushed to several miles away, heading into the mountain road. The King of Linghai's face turned ashen, turned into a stream of light and followed it. He flipped his right hand and held a magic pestle with dazzling slight slightness.

Just as the conclusion reached by the old man Tianji, these two national religion giants escorted Chen Changsheng under the order of His Majesty the Pope, and they all held a treasure!

However, they had no way to step on the mountain road and were forced to stop in front of the archway of Tianji Pavilion.

It was not because of the night, but because of the sky above the mountains, countless stones suddenly fell.

The stones were densely packed, like a big net, completely covering the entire Han Mountain, exuding an extremely powerful aura.

Those stones are not ordinary stones, but heavenly stones with the same origin as the Heavenly Book Monument!

These heavenly stones formed a terrifying formation. Even the strongest people in the sacred realm could not break this heavenly stone formation in a short time. Although they had a strong realm, they also carried the treasures of the national sect, and they could not break into this Hanshan at this time.

So what should those people in Hanshan... do that person?

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

Old Man Tianji sat by the lake, and the wrinkles on his face instantly became several times more and looked older, but his fingers were still so stable. He kept writing something in the fog on the water surface. It was a calculation, and it was also a formation, emitting an extremely powerful aura.

Thousands of sky stones flew across the mountains and slung in the air. Under the dark night, they seemed to appear, blocking the earth in a radius of 500 miles.

This is Hanshan, his place.

Even though the middle-aged scholar who came to Hanshan today was the strongest opponent he had encountered in his thousand years of practice, he was confident that he would fight with the other party in the last battle.

The sky stones floating in the night sky wove into a net. The center of this stone net is at the turn of the mountain road, by the stream, in front of the persimmon forest.

Just above the middle-aged scholar's head.

The middle-aged scholar looked up at the night sky, looking at the dozens of sky stones where he looked, his expression still remained indifferent, without any movement.

The old man Tianji, who was far away on the lakeside of the peak, shook his body slightly, but the wrinkles on his face did not increase, but they became several points deeper.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the top of the peak and said with a expressionless expression: "Tianji, can you even trap me with such a simple formation?"

His voice exploded among the mountains like thunder.

The cultivators who protected Chen Changsheng's body were shocked by the sea of ​​consciousness, and some cultivators with weaker cultivation even directly abandoned the Taoist sword in their hands and covered their ears in pain.

These pictures are vaguely visible in the fog on the top of the peak and lake.

Old Man Tianji looked at the scene in the fog and said, "I can't stay trapped for a lifetime, I must stay trapped for a while."

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

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

These two peerless strong 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 hoped to hear the voice of the old man Tianji were immediately desperate again.

The people in Tianji Pavilion, sitting cross-legged by the lake, were sitting in the formation of a formation in the tower and xi, and showed a look of unbearable expression on their faces, but they had nothing to say.

If the old man Tianji had all his strength at this time, he would not be sure to save those people on the mountain road and on the stream, but it might not have been killed.

But in that case, the old man Tianji would not be able to maintain the Tianshi Formation that sealed the five hundred miles of Hanshan at this time.

Those who enter Hanshan are very important, and it is the future of mankind. However, if the middle-aged scholar can be sealed in Hanshan for more time, waiting for the strong men in the human world to come and kill him, then... humans will surely usher in an extremely beautiful future.

In just one breath when the old man Tianji discovered the traces of the middle-aged scholar, he did more than forty deductions and finally made his own choice.

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

Even those people have a future pope.

Old Man Tianji believes that if those people know the identity of middle-aged scholars, they will make the same choice as themselves.

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Wanshou Pavilion is a famous scenic spot in Xiling, with a rich collection of books. A scholar was standing next to the bookshelf, reading a book in his hand. This person was wearing an ordinary long gown, and the only unusual part was a red flower tied on his little finger. The flower was very red, very beautiful and special, unlike any red that was common, with a different kind of beauty.

The scribe's expression was very calm, as if he was reading books very attentively. However, the red flowers trembling slightly between his little fingers showed that his mood was not as good as it was on the surface at this time. Or because there were screams and scolds from outside the pavilion from time to time. Wanshou Pavilion is a quiet place. Who dares to scold outside the pavilion? Who dares to scold this scribe?

The man who was scolding outside the pavilion was an old Taoist nun. He was already half-baked with a half-baked whisk in his hand. He was actually Wuqiubi who was driven out of Kyoto by the Saint of Tianhai.

The scholar could no longer remain calm when he heard the scolding from outside the pavilion. His brows became deeper and deeper, and finally sighed and was about to say something. At this moment, a wave suddenly came from the sky east of Wanshou Pavilion.

The literati's expression changed slightly, and his figure flashed, and disappeared in front of the bookshelf. The next moment he came to the outside of the pavilion. The old Taoist looked at the literati who finally appeared, and felt secretly proud, but his face was still full of hatred. He looked at him and said, "Don't care about your son, don't care about your wife!"

The literati ignored her and still looked at the northeast direction in the blue sky, with an ugly face.

The old Taoist nun was angry and reached out to grab him.

The scholar snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves with anger, then gently stepped on a lotus leaf in the lotus pond in front of the pavilion, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the air and disappeared without a trace.

The old Taoist nun fell heavily to the ground, her cheeks flushed.

She covered her face and was stunned. She had never received such treatment since her marriage.

Just as she was about to curse, she finally felt the strangeness coming from the sky, her face turned pale, and she suddenly felt palpitations.

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

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Wanliu Garden outside Hanqiu City still looks scorched earth. Although it has been a while, it has not been reborn from the young girl.

Zhu Luo stood by the lakeside, looking at the remaining scenery in front of him, silent.

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

A man wearing a hat stood beside him, a star-watcher who was also a storm from all directions.

Suddenly, a piece of black gray fell on the edge of the hat. The star-watcher felt something. Looking to the east, he suddenly saw a sea of ​​clouds thousands of miles away darkening.

"What happened."

"you go."

"good."
Chapter completed!