Nightfall Chapter 63: Climbing Taoshan

The fate of the dust is difficult to cut, the door of the kingdom of God is difficult to open, and the light sacrifice will fail. These things are still in the calculation, but when these things happen, she is still angry.

Looking at the figure in front of the altar below the mountain, thinking about all these things being destroyed by him, thinking that he would dare to use his supernatural power to kill his followers, her hands behind her trembled slightly.

Everything in the world is in her calculations, only he is the only exception, so she did not count that he not only destroyed the light sacrifice, but also turned herself into a joke.

She is getting more and more angry, so the breeze in the world becomes more and more violent. The dust on the ground has been rolled up, covering the refreshing autumn sky, and there are countless dark clouds floating in the distant East China Sea, and the light in Taoshan has changed. It got dimmed a lot, and then a heavy rain fell.

The rainstorm was extremely violent. The autumn forest and mountain roads were instantly wetted, the broken peach petals on the ground were crushed into pieces, the uncoagulated blood was quickly diluted and then disappeared, and the water on the front terrace was visible to the naked eye The speed is rising, the dead leaves are floating in the stagnant water, and the broken limbs are faintly visible up and down.

The heavy rain obscured people’s sight. Except for the cold and damp rain in the whole world, it seemed that there was no other existence. The rumbling rain was like thunder.

The power of the heaven and the earth is attached to the heavy rain, constantly washing the mountains of Taoshan, washing people's bodies and souls, and tens of thousands of believers on the front terrace are pale and panic kneeling in the rain.

The heavy rain kept falling, and the light above the altar was washed away and mottled, and then gradually disappeared without a trace. The dozens of yi-character runes that opposed the clear light gradually faded until they disappeared.

All the strong human beings, such as Zhangjiao, Qi Nian, etc., were suppressed by the rainstorm. They had a greater realm than ordinary believers and were more sensitive, so they could more clearly feel Haotian’s anger in the rainstorm. So they were even more frightened, their faces pale and knelt on the ground, not even daring to lift their heads.

The blood on the tens of thousands of believers was washed away by the rain as soon as they overflowed their wounds. They were so cold with the rain that their lips were blue, but no one dared to avoid it, because thunder and rain are all gods.

If this horrible storm had the center, then Ning Que would stand there. The Haotian divine power he perceives was the most powerful, and the price he paid was the heaviest. The dozens of Yi-character runes had already fallen apart. The most terrifying thing was that under the washing of the rainstorm, the disappearance of the Haotian divine power in his body became faster and faster.

The rain kept dripping on his pale cheeks, feeling the disappearance of the divine power in his body, and he kept shivering in the cold, looking weak, as if he might fall at any time.

But no matter how violent the storm, he never fell, let alone kneel down, silently looking at Peach Mountain in the wind and rain, squinting through the wind and rain, looking at her who should be there.

On the vast sea of ​​Song Kingdom, thousands of miles away from Taoshan, the squally wind gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flew proudly like black lightning.

——Let the storm come harder.

At Taoshan Qianping, tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground in horror, looking at the black and crushed area, but they looked so small. Only Ning Que was standing. Although so lonely, she looked so tall.

He is not a brave and arrogant Haiyan. In order to survive, he never cares about dignity or the like. He has kneeled before, but this time he doesn't want to kneel.

He has re-established contact with her. Since you are my destiny, you are my Sangsang, and you are my wife. You can raise your eyebrows, how can you kneel?

——Kill me if you have the ability, **.

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The rain today is not the same as the heavy rain after the Master left the world. Since it represents Haotian's anger, of course it will be a lot more violent. This rain did not last for many days and nights like the heavy rain after the Master went to the sky, but at least it lasted much longer than the rainstorms that are common in summer.

As soon as the heavy rain fell, it took half a day to gradually diminish. The thin rains finally had a feeling of pattering, and the wind in Qianping became much gentler, and it made me feel extremely comfortable with the wetness on the face.

Tens of thousands of believers woke up and found that the torrential rain was no longer raging, and the surroundings of Taoshan finally recovered tranquility. Many people were hit by the rainstorm and became unconscious. Some even lost their breath, and their soaked clothes conveyed to people's bodies. With a biting chill, people still dared not speak in panic.

Those who are strong in cultivation are even more miserable. This rainstorm is too terrifying, and it is even more clean than the breath of the world in the mountains. The stronger their perception, the greater the damage to their mind.

Ning Que is naturally the most miserable person. At this time, the Haotian divine power in his body has disappeared without a trace. His power of thinking in the sea has been severely depleted. The black hair scattered on his shoulders is dripping with water, and his pale cheeks write Full of haggard, his eyes are no longer bright, as if bleakly about to lose all their luster.

The wind stopped raining and the sky cleared. Suddenly there was a rainbow, which emerged from the Guangming Temple on the top of Taoshan Peak and fell towards the distance. Looking at the direction, the end of the rainbow should fall somewhere in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

Looking at this beautiful scene, the people on the front terrace of Taoshan seem to have forgotten the cold on their bodies, still soaking their feet in the cold rain, recalling the previous power of the world, worshiping and rebirth.

The sun has entered dusk, and the shadow of the dark night can be seen faintly from the lower edge of the sky. Someone took their eyes away from the disappearing rainbow and looked at Ning Que in front of the altar.

A torrential rain that lasted for half a day washed away the grievances and dust in the world, washed away the Haotian divine power in Ning Que's body, washed away the clear light formation and the magic runes, but could not wash away the past.

The head teacher looked at Ning Que, slowly raised his right hand and issued an offensive command to the people of the temple.

No one can understand why Ning Que didn't take the opportunity to escape during the time when the rainstorm became smaller. He no longer had the supernatural power in his body. What else could he do except escape?

Ning Que looked at the people around him, looked at the expressions on the faces of such peerless experts as Qi Nian, Jin Zeng Guoshi, and Zhao Nanhai, put the iron bow on his shoulders, and then clenched the handle of the iron sword.

Because of the grandest apocalypse, he was invincible in the world under the blessing of Vast Sky’s divine power. These people are not his enemies at all. However, the situation in the field has undergone a decisive change at this time. Under the siege of these powerhouses, he couldn't even survive a few breaths.

If he was ready to shoot at this time, or was able to deter these people, he could at least try to make a way for himself. However, the problem is that there are too few iron arrows. The most important thing is that he never thought about it. Killing a path to escape, he never thought of leaving Momoka.

Looking around all powerful enemies, Ning Que did not have a trace of fear on his face. He looked at Prince Chongming and the monarchs of the small countries and said: "I will not kill you today. It is not because practitioners are not allowed to kill ordinary people. Rules, but I think you should die in the hands of my Datang soldiers."

No one understands why he is already in a desperate situation, yet he can still be so calm and confident. What is he thinking? The instructor sternly shouted: "Do you think you can escape from Momoayama?"

Ning Que looked at the scary wound on his shoulder and said with a slight irony: "At least you can't stop me."

The palm teacher gradually converged, and said indifferently: "There is a dead end in front of you."

Ning Que said: "No retreat is a dead end."

The head teacher said: "Where is your retreat?"

At this time, the Golden Account Division and the others have blocked all the way out of Qianping. No matter who it is, it is not a powerful enemy that Ning Que can defeat in a normal state.

According to the truth, he has no way to go, and naturally there is no way out. However, everyone including the head teacher had forgotten that he only needed to step back to embark on a path.

The road to Peach Mountain.

Haotian is on top of Taoshan. The head teacher and everyone thought that Ning Que could not choose to go up the mountain, because that was a dead end, but he made a choice that was beyond everyone's expectations.

He turned around and ran up to Peach Mountain.

Suddenly, Xiling Temple's reaction was a little slow for a moment, and the instructor screamed sharply, and countless fierce flying swords burst through the air and shot towards Ning Que on the stone steps.

Golden Account Master raised the slightly cracked wooden tripod in his hand, Zhao Nanhai's palm was bright, and Qi Nian sat cross-legged in the rain, lightly saying the Buddha's verse, a handprint appeared in the air, and then fell.

Ning Que knew that he could not stop it, even if the third senior sister was here, facing the sword formation that had condensed the collective anger of the Xiling Temple, facing the combined attack of such three peerless powerhouses, she could only choose to avoid it.

So he didn't choose to turn around to resist, and he didn't choose to dodge. His feet smashed the stone steps, suddenly increased his speed to a terrifying level, and continued to sprint to the summit.

Several dull loud noises sounded continuously! The mind of the Golden Horde Nationalist kept bombarding his sea of ​​consciousness. The Haotian Divine Hui in Zhao Nanhai's palm hit his back, and the immovable King of Seven Thoughts hit him heavily, dozens of fierce flying. The sword cut his clothes into ragged pieces.

Ning Que spat out a mouthful of blood, his face became paler, and he almost fell on the stone steps.

If he hadn't been Haoran, his anger was almost overwhelming, and his physical strength was almost incredible, this first wave of offensive would be enough to knock him into powder. Even if he supported it, he would still be seriously injured in an instant.

Ning Que restrained the Sea of ​​Consciousness, which was almost dissipated by pain, with strong willpower. He stepped heavily on his right foot, stepped on several stone steps, and turned into an afterimage and continued to sweep forward.

Not only did he not fall, but he became faster!

In just a few breaths, he has already broken hundreds of stone steps, far away from the attack range of those strong men in Taoshan Qianping, and turned into an extremely faint figure on the mountain road.

As the priests and deacons of the Xiling Temple, and Zhao Nanhai and others were preparing to climb the mountain and continue to chase and kill, the head teacher suddenly stretched out his palms with complex expressions to signal everyone to stop.

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Because of the Guangming Festival, everyone in the Xiling Temple was around the Qianping Altar. There was no one on Taoshan at this time, except for the sound of running water beside the stone steps, which was quiet and palpitating.

Quiet was suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps, and Ning Que turned into an afterimage on the stone steps, rushing towards the top of the peak at an unimaginable speed, leaving the broken stone steps and a blood stain.

In the previous moment, he was seriously injured, and the sea of ​​consciousness was shaking and uneasy. Every step he took would cause pain. His ribs were cracked by the big handprints of Qi Nian, and every step he took was cracked. It will be deep, and no one knows when it might be broken.

It would be good if the **** umbrella were there, who can hurt yourself? Ning Que suddenly felt a lot of nostalgia, and then thought that he would see the **** umbrella immediately, so he was happy again.

The quiet Taoshan was empty, and there were no pursuers under the stone steps. He ran and ran alone without feeling alone or nervous.

He went to see her, so how can he be lonely and nervous? The more he ran, the happier he was, with a happy smile on his face, even if the autumn wind was as cold as a knife after the rain, he couldn't cut it off.

The two Qingguang formations were forcibly torn apart by him with iron swords and magic runes.

He came to the bottom of the temple and stood on the cliff.

The autumn sky after the rain is so clean, and the view from the high mountains is even wider. He can watch the distant mountains falling by the west during the day, and even see the picture of the Yellow River in the extreme south entering the sea.

Then he looked at the temple and the straight stone steps in front of him that seemed to be within reach on the top of the mountain, thinking that I would go up to the next level, would you hide thousands of miles away?

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(The chapter has been written for so long. It seems that my state has really reached the level of inconceivable and unbelievable.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to recommend it to registered members of Piaotian Literature This work, your support, is my greatest motivation.)