Nightfall Chapter 48: The corpse and the sword that fell from the sky, the giant who came to the wasteland
The black car travels in the wasteland, and the jackdaw flies in the dark grass. www.51o.net
In the distant wasteland ahead, there was occasional sword light passing by, and clouds gradually shattered into flocs.
Ning Que sensed the faint fluctuations in aura, and handed the fruit in his hand to Sangsang's lips, and said: "I have never seen such a dramatic fluctuation in the vitality of the world, and I don't know how many strong people are fighting there. "
In the White Pagoda Temple in Chaoyang City of the Moon Kingdom, he once saw the battle between the big brother and the first lecture of the Hanging Temple.
In that battle, the elder brother spoke with Ziyue to the first Buddha's words, and the two sides showed a sublime and miraculous realm, which was not weaker than the fluctuation of the atmosphere of heaven and earth in the distant wasteland at this time.
It's just that neither the elder brother nor the first lecturer ever went to life or death. At this time, Ning Que's perception of the distant storm-like changes in the atmosphere of the world seemed even more terrifying and shocking.
"I have seen it."
Sangsang took the fruit and bit his mouth. Wherever his lips and teeth touched, the flesh of the fruit changed slightly, frozen instantly, and made a rustling sound when chewing, as if he was chewing ice.
Ning Que curiously asked: "Where have you seen this battle?"
Sangsang said: "When the teacher and Master Yan Se were fighting on the North Mountain of Chang'an City, the changes in the atmosphere of heaven and earth were also terrible, but they were covered by themselves at that time."
Ning Que took the frozen fruit and took a bite. His teeth were not broken, but he shivered from the cold. He smiled and said, "If it is still in Chang'an City, it will be on Lane 47 in the summer. The neighbourhood here will definitely not buy ice to pour well water, and they will stay in the old pen house every day."
Sangsang smiled, then coughed twice.
Since leaving the deserted tribe, she has coughed a lot less often, and I don’t know if she has coughed too much in the past two years. Now what she coughs up is pure cold breath, no sputum or black blood.
Nowadays, Sangsang is very clean, there is no blood, sweat, or saliva. The body is extremely pure from the inside to the outside. Just like transparent colored glaze, in other words, she looks less and less human.
Ning Que took her into her arms, kissed her, and put her hand in her black fur coat, stroking and rubbing it. Although it was cold, it was still very soft. The feeling in my heart is still warm.
"I never thought about it. I would marry a fairy as my wife." He said.
Sangsang looked up at him, stretched out his hand to flick the frost off his eyelashes, and seriously corrected: "I am not a god. I am a monster."
Ning Que said: "God? Monster? You are Sangsang."
Walking all the way south, the two of them talked about gossip and love, and occasionally recalled Minshan Weicheng and Chang'an. www.51o.net does not talk about life and death and the future, and there is no last word to confess-all the last words of Sangsang have been said in the Washan Monastery, and Ning Que has no plans to live anymore. Even if there are last words, there is no one who listens to the last words. .
Suddenly a heavy object fell in the black clouds, whizzed through the air, and slammed into the field dozens of meters away in front of the black carriage, knocking up a pile of dirt.
When the carriage arrived there, Ning Que looked. I saw a half-human corpse in the shallow pit of the wilderness. Looking at the skin color and muscle strength, he should be a powerful desert warrior, his expression weakened.
He is very aware of the physical strength of the desolate, the stronger the desolate warrior, the stronger the ability to resist the sword, and this powerful desolate warrior. It was actually cut off by someone with a sword, and half of the body was shocked here. You can imagine how fast the sword is and how strong the owner of the sword is.
"He is a great practitioner who knows his fate...There seems to be a lot of strong people in Xiling Temple."
Ning Que said to Sangsang.
For a short while, the sound of breaking through the sky again sounded in the wilderness. It's just that this time the sound of breaking through the air is not a whistling sound like the previous one, but a screaming scream. It seems a lot sharper.
Ning Que looked up vigilantly, and saw a bright sword light sweeping at high speed against the lower edge of the black cloud, not stabbing the carriage, but slanting into a slightly raised meadow in the front right.
The flying sword is extremely powerful, directly penetrating the entire meadow, breaking through the ground from the other side of the meadow, carrying a black soil and grass clippings, and then landing, the bright sword body suddenly depressed, looking extremely decadent.
This flying sword is so powerful that only those who have advanced into the realm of knowledge can display it.
Ning Que looked at the flying sword behind the meadow and found that there was a hilt behind the sword. He suddenly wanted to understand that the owner of this sword was a strong man from the Southern Jin Jian Pavilion, and it was very likely that he was the man who had previously cut down. The strong fighter.
A strong sword pavilion who knew his fate was defeated.
Ning Que raised his head and looked at the battlefield in the south, watching the increasingly intense changes in the vitality of the world, and the more and more prosperous sword light charms, the expression on his face became more and more serious.
The black carriage is still a long way away from the battlefield, and the two strong men have already been seen leaving, so how many people are dying in this wasteland at this moment?
Ning Que's eyes suddenly flashed a very thin bright line, followed by countless lines.
He is looking at the battlefield in the south, and the light reflected in his black eyes is naturally the scenery there.
On the distant wasteland battlefield, lightning began to flash and thunder. Those lightnings were not as powerful as lightning in real nature, but they were very close to the ground, flashing and teleporting constantly, as if chasing someone.
What kind of power can call thunder and lightning?
Ning Que thinks that if the lightning is chasing him, he has no way to deal with it, he can only be smashed to death, and like the powerhouse of that realm, at this time, he is not one or two in the wasteland. What can be changed if Sangsang goes there? Going to death in peace or is it true that something else will happen as you expected?
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Hundreds of thousands and countless horses and vehicles appeared in one place at the same time. It would be a very terrible thing. Neither the city of Chang’an nor the Temple of Xiling could complete the military parade, but in the vast desert, don’t Said to be displayed in a queue, even if it is a melee battle like now, there is still enough space.
The new grass that had just grown on the wasteland was drenched in blood and trampled by horseshoes, and had to end its life prematurely. The grass roots were still there, the greenery was exhausted, and the soil covered on the surface of the wilderness turned into floating ash and raised everywhere.
The war between Huangren and the coalition forces of Xiling Temple has been going on for many days.
Although it is called a natural warrior, although there are many strong men, the deserted tribe still has no way to resist the whole world. At the beginning of the battle, it fell in the wind, losing streak, and then retreating. The spirit and courage polished in the extreme north cold region is struggling to sustain it, but everyone knows that Huangren can't last too long.
This war in the eighteenth year of the Revelation of the Tang Dynasty and the 3449 year of Xiling's reign is very different from the countless wars in the past countless years.
In the past wars, practitioners have always played a supporting role. Neither the formation master nor the talisman master, or those sword masters who are willing to carry out the assassination mission, can not determine the outcome of a war, and in this war, the practitioner is very important.
The reason for this is that this war is a holy war launched by the Xiling Temple. Almost all practitioners of the Central Plains countries have come to the wasteland. The difference in magnitude has led to a great change in the mode of war.
The priests from the Xiling Temple, the Taoist practitioners from the Taoist temples of the various countries, the Taoist guest from the Southern Jin Jiange and Dahe Mochi Garden, the rare rune masters, and the heavy-handed formation masters from all sides have participated in the war. Wasteland On the battlefield, the vitality of heaven and earth was controlled by countless Taoist powers, disturbed by countless pieces of talisman paper, shaken by countless arrays, and changed drastically, and even caused drastic changes in the natural environment.
The wasteland in the deep spring, heavy rain, heavy snow, morning dew, evening wind, and then disappear from time to time. The battlefield is chaotic and danger is everywhere. If it is not for the innate physical tyranny of the deserted person, the powerful warrior leader secretly learned the power of the devil The law, I'm afraid it will collapse under the first attack of the Central Plains practitioners and cavalry.
Although the deserted people have been able to sustain themselves, in these battles, I don’t know how many soldiers died or were seriously injured. Of course, more Central Plains cavalry died under their axes, and I don’t know how many strong practitioners. Killed by ordinary desert soldiers.
In short, today's wasteland battlefield is like a waterwheel, constantly drawing water from a stream formed by humans to the wilderness, but the water is human flesh and blood.
The invisible flesh-and-blood waterwheel on the wasteland battlefield slowly stopped, and the warring parties temporarily retracted their troops. The allied forces and practitioners of the Xiling Temple returned tiredly to the camp. The warriors of the deserted tribe supported their more tired bodies, walking in the wilderness, looking for the bodies of their own tribe's companions, and confirmed their names.
In the center of the coalition forces in the Xiling Temple, there is a giant lion.
This giant building is three stories high, and a whole piece of bronze is carved as the base. The railing on the building is pure gold, shining with a holy light in the sun, as if to seize all the glory of the dead. There is a terrace on the front, and the curtains are deeply locked. You can't see the picture in the building, you can only vaguely see a very tall figure.
On the entire wasteland, this is the tallest terrace above, higher than the stretch of meadow in the distance, and even gives the impression that the terrace above seems to be higher than the goshawk flying in the sky.
The tallest person is naturally the tallest person.
The tall figure on the front is the head teacher of Xiling Temple.
The most mysterious person in the world of cultivation has been Cicada, the master of the Demon Sect for twenty-three years, but in fact there is another saying that the truly most mysterious person is the head teacher of the Xiling Temple.
It's just that no one dares to use the word mysterious to describe him.
Even the mystical legend about Master Headmaster has always carried a kind of awesome and admirable divinity.
The Xiling Temple is in charge, controls the Haotian Daomen, has the power to establish emperors of the abolished world, and enjoys the worship of believers in the world with supreme authority. In terms of power alone, he even surpasses the emperor of Tang Dynasty.
Such a big figure standing on the top of the world, but few people have seen his true face. The head teacher has never been to Peach Mountain, until now he appears on the wasteland.
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