Countless footprints suddenly appeared in the scorched earth of Wanliu Garden, like stars.

The figure of the stargazer has disappeared without a trace, or has left Tianliang County.

Zhu Luo looked into the distance, and his face showed extremely complicated emotions.

Actually went to Hanshan?

If it were back then, of course he would have rushed to Hanshan with the star-gazing guests at this time.

Just like those strong men on the mainland who received the message from the old man Tianji at this time.

But now he is old and injured, and he has no way to get over.

Suddenly, he felt a little regretful about the incident in Xunyang City last year.

If I hadn't killed Su Li at that time, I would have the chance to kill that person today.

This is what you should do!

Even if you die, you should do something!

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There are not many figures flying towards Hanshan, but they are all the strongest people in the human world.

On the distant bank of the Red River, the majestic and magnificent Baidi City is quiet, everything is as usual, and the only strange place is the white clouds at the top of the city.

In the Kyoto Palace, the summer sun shines on the Gan terrace, and those night pearls are so bright and dazzling during the day.

The Queen of Tianhai was standing in this light, looking into the distance, with a look of indifferent expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

In the deepest part of the palace, the Pope quietly looked at the pot of green leaves in front of him, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The snow fields north of Hanshan are still biting cold and snowy even in midsummer.

Standing alone in the wind and snow, if you don’t walk to the nearest place, you will not be able to find his existence at all.

Because he was all white, from his hair to his clothes, he was so white.

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In the cold mountain, the middle-aged scholar looked at the sky stones floating in the air and stopped talking to the old man Tianji on the top of the peak, and fell silent.

Is this also a game set by humans and the demon clan?

The stones in the sky slowly fell.

Dozens of stones, with moss, water marks, and gravel, floated around his body, and the picture looked a bit weird.

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The middle-aged scholar knew what the old man Tianji wanted to do.

He believed that this was not a plan set by the human race, because just before last night, neither the military advisor nor himself expected that he would appear in Hanshan today.

After losing a move in Zhongyuan, he returned to Xue Laocheng and never came out again. It has been a thousand years.

A great man in his realm like him has his own destiny. His words, deeds, thoughts, and secrets are in line with the way of heaven, and it is difficult for others to be counted as being included in the game.

Baidi City is too far away, and he is very sure that Tian Hai and the Pope are in Kyoto.

But if it is really dragged by the Hanshan Tianshi Formation for too long, the situation may really change.

He never likes change, because change is often troublesome.

Now it's his turn to make the choice.

Should we take advantage of the change before it happens and seize the time to break the formation and leave Hanshan and return to our country with all our might, or should we stay for a while and do that first?

When the old man Tianji made the decision to sacrifice the human practitioners and demon masters on the mountain road and the stream, he must have hesitated soon.

For him, the choice at this time does not require any hesitation, and it can even be said that there is no need to make a choice.

Because in his opinion, it doesn't take much time to do that.

In his eyes, there was really no difference between that young man and an ant, even though that young man shocked the Taoist genius in the entire continent.

He ignored the sky stones that slowly fell towards the wind and snow, retracted his gaze and looked back on the mountain road.

Chen Changsheng and those human practitioners were on the mountain road.

He was very calm, and there was even a faint smile on his lips.

As the middle-aged scholar's eyes fell again, the people on the mountain road were desperate.

Liu Qing on the grass by the stream was also desperate.

Even Zhexiu and Tang Sanshiliu were desperate.

Chen Changsheng didn't. He looked at the middle-aged scholar who was smiling and silent, and even inexplicably remembered someone who shouldn't have thought of at this time.

The middle-aged woman who once sat with him in Baicao Garden and drank tea.

?I know if it was because he didn't speak, but he felt that the middle-aged scholar had some imaginations with the middle-aged woman.

Of course, he knew it must be an illusion.

Because he already knew who the middle-aged scholar was.

He knew what the other party was here to do.

On the night when he was ten years old, the eldest brother waved the palm-leaf fan all night and told him that only the saints could control their greed and desire for him.

In the years that followed, he paid great attention to hiding the strangeness in his body, until in Zhouyuan, the fragrance made Dapeng and Nanke smell it.

The middle-aged scholar was Nanke's father, or that's how he knew it.

And of course he is not a saint.

He is a devil.

Chen Changsheng felt that in the sight of the middle-aged scholar, he was a madman. He was lying on the wet chopping board, and had been cut open and covered in blood.

He is not afraid of death, but he is really afraid of this feeling.

He doesn't want to be eaten as fish.

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(Today's chapter.)
Chapter completed!