Nightfall Chapter 121: The bright moon rises from the green hills (fourth)
In the autumn two years ago, Ning Que took Sangsang to Lanke Temple to see a doctor, passing through this verdant valley.
At that time, he thought that since there are countless formations engraved by the sages in the canyon, if there is a strong enemy from the south in the future, then only the magicians need to eliminate these formations to make Qingxia. When it collapsed, even if Wan Qi came, it would be difficult for him to pass through Qingxia and invade Datang’s confidant area in a short time.
But he immediately denied his idea. Because even if the master Yan Se resurrected, there was no way to mobilize so many heaven and earth vitality with one person's power, and at the same time trigger the formation talisman-just as Ye Hongyu thought outside the Qingxia two years later, this kind of means of changing the sky and the earth is real. The power of the inhuman can be achieved-unless the empire opened up this gorge, it had already done tricks in these formations.
The Qingxia that collapsed in an instant, the trembling field that had only ceased for a long time, and the 20,000 Southern Jin soldiers buried under numerous boulders all proved Ning Que's original judgment.
Hundreds of years ago, when Datang opened up this canyon channel, it did make hands and feet, and the hands and feet made were very large, which directly turned this canyon into a dead place and a tomb.
Since the founding of the country, Datang has been guarding against powerful enemies from the south. The powerful enemies here do not refer to the clans of Qinghe County, nor the self-proclaimed powerful Southern Jin Dynasty, but the Xiling Temple.
Exposing countless resources and effort, using more than ten magical runemasters, and finally designed by the former sages of the academy, this important strategic channel was finally turned into an inhuman killing formation by Datang, and then this killing formation was silent. After waiting for hundreds of years, it finally started and became the last barrier of Datang Southern.
If it weren't for the number of coalition forces in the Xiling Temple this time, it was far beyond the imagination at the beginning of the academy's design. With the length of the Qingxia, while devouring Xiling's guard cavalry, it could directly bury the practitioners left behind.
Qingxia collapsed. Except for those martial arts powerhouses, no one can survive.
In the wilderness outside the Qingxia, the allied forces in the Xiling Temple were silent, and their morale was extremely low.
The Oracle of God looked at the green mountain still shrouded in dust and mist, with an extremely solemn expression.
Yeh Hongyu's eyelashes quivered a little faster.
The two noble priests of Xiling couldn't help thinking at this time. If the gods entered Qingxia along with the Southern Jin cavalry, would they still survive now?
Even if you can survive by luck. He would definitely be seriously injured and forced to stay away from this battle against Tang.
The methods of the Tang Dynasty are too harsh.
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A sound suddenly rang from the quiet carriage in the Allied Forces of the Temple.
"Yellow Crane. Mu Chu... must be in the mountains at this time. This is the meaning of the rune master to war. If the old guy Yan Se is still alive, Tang Guo's chance of winning this time will at least add another point."
There are six Jiange disciples beside the car. One of them blindfolded his eyes with a white cloth and looked bad. Respectfully listening to the teacher's teaching, thinking about the terrible scenes I saw before, I thought it was so.
The blind disciple of Jiange suddenly said: "The masters and apprentices of the book sage and book idiots are all magicians."
The man said: "The whole world is fighting the Tang Dynasty, but Dahe Nation has not participated, and the temple will not be punished for the time being. It is a face, of course, this pair of master and disciple is in one place. It is not worthy of being compared with Yan Se."
The smoke and dust rising in the Qingxia gradually obscured the sky and the light dimmed. After entering the carriage, it became darker and darker and fell on the person's eyebrows in the car. But it showed a hidden wound under the skin.
The hidden wound looks more like a handwriting.
That was the handwriting of Master Yan Se many years ago.
Master Yan Se drew a magic rune on his face in the world. There is only one person who has not died in the end.
That person is Liu Bai.
At the horrifying battle by the East China Sea of Song State, Yan Se wiped off half of Liu Bai's eyebrows. Liu Bai pierced Yan Se's arm with a sword, seemingly evenly divided, but actually Liu Bai was even better.
The hidden guest of the temple for many years, Liu Bai, the world's most powerful sword sage, finally came.
Sure enough, it came.
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"Huang He and Mu Chu, they are in the mountains at this time, send someone to kill them." Ye Hongyu said.
Liu Bai can think of this, and Xiling Temple can also think of it.
The deacon of the adjudication department whispered: "It may also be Ning Que."
Ye Hongyu said: "That guy doesn't have this ability yet."
The black deacon led the way.
Several temple martial arts experts, with more than a dozen cavalry guards, drove toward the canyon.
Qingxia is a killing formation built by countless manpower of Tang Guoji. Even if the runemaster can trigger the formation, the thought power in the body will inevitably be exhausted. This is when they are at their weakest.
In the depths of the mountains, Professor Huang He and Professor Mu Chu, who has lived in seclusion for many years, are walking weakly towards the mountain with the support of several technical officials of the Ministry of Industry of the Tang Dynasty.
The green hills are difficult to navigate, and they can only temporarily avoid entering the fortifications under a certain peak in Tang State.
The martial arts masters of the Xiling Temple chased them over the mountains, and more than a dozen guardian cavalrymen drove to the exit of the canyon, preparing to clean up the blocked gorge, so that the runemaster could clear the way later.
The runemaster is the rarest resource in the world. Even big countries like the Southern Jin Dynasty and the Moon Wheel did not have a rune master. In fact, most rune masters were in academies and Taoist schools.
There is a rune master in the academy, and a rune master in the Xiling Temple.
The peaceful voice of the oracle from the gods: "Thanks for the four brothers."
An old voice rang from a luxurious carriage.
"The academy and the temple have always been mentioned together on the road of Fu, but after Brother Yan Se died, we were inferior to each other, and it was easy to destroy and difficult to build. It would take some time to open a passage."
The Oracle **** said: "It only needs a trail, barely pass."
The runemaster said: "Why don't you let the army go around?"
The Oracle said: "We don't have time."
It was quiet.
The runemaster said: "Then the four of us will die here."
After a moment of silence, the oracle **** said: "Haotian will definitely praise the virtues of all the seniors, and in some time, I will reunite with all the seniors in the kingdom of God."
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For the Xiling Temple, while thinking about how to reopen Qingxia, more than a dozen cavalry guards who were in charge of the preliminary cleanup work had arrived at the mouth of the gorge and drove into the dust of the sky.
After a while, only a whistling sound was heard, and an **** cavalry was shaken out of the dust and fell from a high altitude like a block of dirt, fell heavily to the ground, fractured and died of meat. .
Immediately afterwards, there was intensive roaring through the air, and more than a dozen cavalry guards who entered the Qingxia exit were all shaken out, hitting the hard ground continuously, making a muffled noise. Fell to death.
Then several martial arts masters who had gone through the mountains to hunt down the runemaster of the academy turned into bodies and were shaken out.
On the ground outside the Qingxia, there was a **** water and corpses on the ground.
The allied forces in the Xiling Temple were shocked by this strange scene, and everyone looked towards the gorge.
The sky at the exit of Qingxia is still full of dust and sand, extremely dim, like the heaviest fog in winter, and the wettest cloud in summer, gushing out of the canyon like night and filling the wilderness.
In the dust, a melodious piano suddenly sounded.
After a while, a low sound of flute joined in.
Someone sang with the voice of Qin Xiao.
"The bright moon rises from the green hills, among the vast sea of clouds."
"The long wind tens of thousands of miles, blowing to Nanyang Pass."
"Tiansai human world, people peek into Surabaya Bend."
"The origin of the battlefield, no one is returned."
The singing is never tactful, straightforward, and repeating these sentences.
"The bright moon rises from the green hills...the long wind is tens of thousands of miles...the sky and the world..."
"The origin of the battlefield, no one is returned."
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The origin of the battlefield, no one has returned.
The singing echoed in the wilderness, and the simple words were sung out of the magnificence of the night sky and the moon.
The melodious and gentle sound of the song was actually played with a heroic murderous intent.
A tall crown appeared among the dust like night.
Ye lost its color.
A man with the Eguan Bo belt slowly walked out of the wind and sand.
His hands are naturally placed behind him, his sleeves hanging down like clouds.
He has a serious and upright look and impeccable appearance.
Every step he takes, he walks with his heart, so the distance of each step is exactly the same.
A beautiful woman in a pomegranate red dress followed the man out, holding an embroidery frame in her hand and a burden on her shoulders, looking curiously at the mighty army on the opposite side.
Sister Seven of the Academy, Muyou.
Bei Gong Weiyang came out holding the piano, his right finger flicking the strings from time to time.
Ximen didn't get confused by the flute, his brows furrowed, extremely deep.
Four seniors followed behind with the sand table, frowning from time to time, and didn't like music to affect his calculations.
The sixth brother walking at the back, carrying a burden on his shoulders.
One end of the pole is a burning iron furnace, and the other end is a heavy cabinet. Depending on the degree of bending of the pole, there are a lot of things in the cabinet.
The man who walked out of the green hill like a bright moon to illuminate the gloomy wilderness.
Naturally it is the second brother of the college.
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(This chapter is about two thousand and seventy-eight, so I can only stop here. The disciple of the academy walked out of Qingxia and waited for this picture. I waited for half a year. I thought it would stimulate myself a bit, but it really didn’t work. I lay down for a while. , Write after you get up, the last three hours, ask for a monthly pass, and stick to it.) {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}