The general from Songshan Military Mansion supported his seriously injured body and stumbled in front of Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi, blocking the aftermath of the aura that came later. Then he hit the courtyard wall heavily and fell into the gravel all over the ground. An Hua did not care about the young formation master on the stretcher, climbed behind Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi, reached out to grab their collars, used all his strength, and dragged them back desperately, wanting to get the distance from the terrifying figure on the wooden bridge as possible.

Countless ice beads shattered into flocs and fluttered in the courtyard, like willow catkins, as if they had really arrived in the south, but there was endless chill in it. Lord Haidi's terrifying figure walked over from the bridge, and the ice catkins floated away in the sky, how dare they touch it.

Looking at Chen Changsheng lying on the lake shore, Haidi's expression was still indifferent, and there seemed to be ghost fire burning deep in his green eyes. He is a big figure in the demon clan and I don't know how many major events he has experienced in his life, but even if he thought that the pope of the human race would die in his hands the next moment, he couldn't help but feel nervous and extremely excited.

The mist covering the lake garden has been replaced by the surging demonic energy. It seems that he feels his mind rippling at this moment, and it also shakes, turning into a cold wind.

If you observe carefully, you can find that most of the cold wind comes from the broken monument-like weapon in his hand.

An Hua's pale face was full of a decisive expression. He lowered his head and did not look at the invincible terrifying enemy. He continued to drag Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi behind the courtyard wall.

Suddenly, she found that Chen Changsheng's body had become much heavier and could no longer drag it. Then, one hand was very clean, warm and stable, and gently patted her arm twice. At the same time, a very clean, warm and stable sound rang.

"I'm OK."

The person who spoke was Chen Changsheng.

He stood up and looked at the bridge, holding the scabbard.

The sword is called Wugui, and the sheath is called Tibetan Feng. There are countless famous swords hidden in it, and it also hides its truly powerful means.

The moment he reached out to hold the scabbard, a string of stone beads appeared on his wrist.

These stone beads look simple and unpretentious, and can even be said to be a bit crude and have no fluctuations in their breath.

But as soon as Zhizhi's eyes fell on it, he felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster without control.

She is the highest life in the world. Even if she cannot see through the true nature of these stone beads, she will still be naturally sensitive to these stone beads at such a close distance.

What exactly are these stone beads that shocked her?

Anhua's realm was not enough to feel the specialness of these stone beads, but she devoted herself to the Tao and her heart was extremely clear, which made her feel another breath earlier.

The aura also came from those stone beads, but it was not the stone beads themselves, but was hidden in another world very far behind one of the stone beads.

Countless primitive, wild, wild, and even bloody smells seemed to be coming from there.

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The string of stone beads on Chen Changsheng's wrist was given to Luo Luo and half of them to Xu Yourong. Now there are only a few left, strung together by a red rope, but it does not appear sparse, because these stone beads are the Heavenly Book Monument he got from Zhouyuan, and they have their own indescribable wonders.

The wild and bloody smell that Anhua sensed also came from Zhou Yuan.

Although he has not been able to fully comprehend the secrets of these Heavenly Book Monuments until today, and the companions in Zhouyuan may not be able to change the world, this is still his most powerful means now. Of course, in addition to this, he has another letter that has not been opened.

With these methods, he believed that even if he could not defeat Haidi, he could at least last for a while.

But if all these methods are used and the current situation cannot be changed, what should we do?

Before tonight, he had never thought about this issue. He had experience in fighting the Haidi. With the premise of preparing in advance, he thought that these methods would be enough to defeat the other party, but he did not expect that the Haidi was more powerful and terrifying than last year.

His eyes fell on the broken monument in Haidi's hand.

The change is because of this thing, otherwise Zhizhi would have lasted for a longer period of time just now, which is enough for him to kill all the powerful demons in the snow valley.

This broken monument should not be a common weapon used by Haidi. At least he had never seen it on the snow field last year.

"Even if you have all your hands, you will definitely die in my hands tonight."

Haidi stood on the bridge, looked at him and said indifferently, "Who can resist the divine object in hand?"

Is this broken monument he is talking about?

Previously, the broken monument smashed a crack in Zhizhi's green leaves. Although it was very subtle, it still made her and Chen Changsheng feel unprecedentedly shocked.

Because Qingye is the world.

It can fight against a world, or even vaguely break the real and objective weapons of this world, what can it be if it is not a divine object?

Chen Changsheng naturally remembered a certain scene on the night of Tianshuling that year.

The green leaves of the Master Master floated across the night and came to the front of the Saint Queen of Tianhai.

The Queen of Tianhai reached out to take something from the Tianshu Tomb and smashed it over unreasonably.

Although the power of that night and the two battles tonight were much different, it was really similar.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the broken monument in Haidi's hand became more familiar, and even felt a sense of intimacy.

Could this be the stele of heavenly calligraphy that is wandering outside?

This seems to be the only conclusion, but Chen Changsheng still can't figure it out.

If Hai Di was holding the Heavenly Book Monument that had disappeared for many years, with his terrifying realm, as long as he and Zhizhi took all their strength, they would not have the ability to resist at all, and they would not even have the chance to hold the scabbard and prepare to use all the last means.

Why didn’t Haidi do this? At this time, he was still talking on the bridge. Are he afraid of Li Gong’s treasure or waiting for some change?

At this moment, changes really happened.

The ice twelves floating in the courtyard suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Because of a very clear and crisp sound, it occupies all positions in the world.

For the demons, the opportunity to kill the human pope is absolutely not to be missed. Even if you have to pay countless lives for it, you will be willing to do so.

At this time, the sea flute is still more than ten feet away from this historic event that will shock the world, and it can be completed in one breath.

Logically speaking, even if Baidi or Shang Xingzhou arrived in person, he could not stop him, even if he might be killed later.

However, as the clear sound of the piano sounded, the sea flute stopped.

The sound of the piano is extremely clear and cold, with a biting chill. I don’t know if it represents the mood of the piano player at this time.

As the sound of the piano fell, the bridge deck was covered with light frost. When I thought about it, it would be a little slippery and difficult to move.

Haidi's body surface was also covered with a layer of frost, as if it had turned into an ice sculpture.

He turned around slowly, his movements were extremely difficult.

He looked at the sound of the piano and felt extremely complicated emotions flowing deep in his green eyes.

It was confusion, shock, and fear.
Chapter completed!