Nightfall Chapter 77: The formation of the national teacher

A beaten to death, no matter whether he accepted the fact or not, he closed his eyes and left the world. At this time, it was just a whole year before he became a powerful man in the royal court from a slave.

He is not very old, he is a real prairie boy, he has a firm belief, he has a true love for the tribe, before dying, to destroy his belief, it is indeed cruel.

Ning Que has always been a cruel person. He knew how brutal and bloodthirsty this prairie boy was when he killed the Tang people, but he was not someone who would destroy the faith of the enemy before he died to get a certain pleasure. A perverted character, he inherited Liansheng's mantle, but he was not Liansheng after all.

The reason why he would say those things to Ah Da at the last moment is because he has always insisted on a certain truth: a person may be confused, but he should die soberly.

He asked himself this way, so he treated other people the same way, and the time he said those few paragraphs was also the time he adjusted his breath and recovered. Since he is idle, he will do something meaningful.

At the same time Ah Da closed his eyes, he has finished adjusting his breath, the turmoil in the sea of ​​consciousness has calmed down, and the crystal beads in the abdomen are dazzling, everything is in order.

He raised his eyes to look outside Weicheng, the northern grassland, slightly bent his knees, and the bluestone slabs under his feet shattered inch by inch. An unimaginable force spread from his knees to the ground and then returned.

With a loud bang, he left the street and jumped to the blue sky.

It's like jumping into the blue sea.

He jumped very high, breaking through the cool air. I moved away from the ground in an instant and came into the sky more than a hundred meters high. Looking down here, Weicheng became an inconspicuous mound, and the wilderness seemed to have become a large carpet.

In the distance, you can see the king flag of the Golden Tent King’s Court, but I don’t know if Shan Yu is there. In the wilderness, hundreds of smoke and dust are gradually getting thicker, and each smoke and dust represents the escaped prairie people. The prairie people are racing madly. Fleeing desperately. Because they want to survive.

Because of the height, it is natural to see far away. He looked at the four fields and wanted to see something. Until I saw the black line that the distant Tianqi Mountain Range turned into in the field of vision. But I still didn't see the person I wanted to see.

He is not a master. Can't fly really freely, no matter how high you jump, there will always be the moment of falling. But he can choose the timing and location of the fall.

The next moment he fell to the surface of the wasteland, and his speed became faster and faster. The wind blew on his Tang Jun costume, making a blast-like pop, but his eyes did not squint.

He has to stare at where he fell.

The earth is getting closer and closer, and the cavalry and the convoy running in the wilderness become very clear. He can even see the panic and fear of the cavalry, and can see the wooden boxes on the carriage.

Those carriages are his goal.

The national teacher of the King's Court of the Golden Account is in that motorcade.

As for the last cavalrymen of Shanyu and Golden Tent King Court who had fled dozens of miles to the north, he didn't care.

What he has to do now is to kill the mysterious and powerful national teacher.

There was a deafening sound of air tearing over the wasteland, and a person fell from the blue sky like a meteor, with a faint flame of friction behind him, but because it fell too fast, he was thrown behind him.

The prairie warhorse was panicked, neighing non-stop, ignoring the master's whipping, and spinning around in place. The carriages stopped in place, no matter how much the coachman yelled, they couldn't go any further.

There was a loud bang.

A carriage was smashed into smoke and dust.

The carriage turned into countless finger-thin pieces of wood, sputtering to the surroundings. The horses and cavalry who could not stay away suddenly showed many wounds on their bodies, and the screams were endless, and the scene looked extremely bloody.

The smoke and dust gradually calmed down, and Ning Que's figure appeared in front of everyone.

He looked at the national teacher in front of him and said: "It seems that you have guessed that I will come."

Golden Account Master, sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him, his old face was peaceful.

Ning Que jumped from the sky and smashed the entire carriage with one foot, but failed to kill him.

Just as his foot broke through the carriage and came to the top of the national teacher, the national teacher suddenly disappeared from the place and came to the other side of the car. When the whole car was broken, the national teacher sat on the wilderness.

The fields are full of weeds and wildflowers, and they are now surrounding him.

The national teacher did not pick wild flowers, but quietly looked at a wild flower in front of him, and said calmly: "I have been waiting for someone in your college to jump from the sky, but I didn't expect that the person who jumped would be you. "

Ning Que looked around and looked at the seemingly disorganized carriages. He felt a mysterious and strange aura, which was gradually becoming stronger in the meantime, and that aura was full of primitive blood.

"This is what you prepared?" He retracted his gaze, looked at the national teacher in front of him and said: "You should be very clear, no matter how strong the formation is, it is difficult to hurt me."

The wrinkles on the national teacher's face stretched out at the same time, looking at Ning Que blankly and said: "You are awe-inspiring, and your body is as strong as a stone, but this does not mean that you can really not be hurt." /

After saying this, his figure suddenly appeared more than ten feet away, and stood on another carriage. The wind on the grassland blew his coarse cloth, and the string of ordinary wooden beads swayed gently. .

He looked at Ning Que calmly and said: "The Academy is really extraordinary. I thought I valued you enough, but I didn't expect to underestimate you in the end. I thought that you left Chang'an City, at most the state of the pinnacle of knowledge, but I didn't expect , You can defeat Ah Da so easily, but I still want to try to trap you."

If you can trap you, there is a chance to kill you.

The national teacher did not say this, but Ning Que understood what the other party meant. He looked at the other party at this time, thinking about the ghostly movement shown by the other party twice in a row, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He feels a little weird, because it is not in line with common sense. Even the most powerful practitioners, such as the masters and masters, can’t come and go like electricity in such a small area. .

He looked around, watching the carriages scattered among the fields. Feeling the primitive and savage **** breath, feeling the gradual concretization of the formation, roughly grasped something.

This is the preparation made by the Golden Horde. He used himself as a bait to lure the enemy into the battle... His first position was the battle eye, but he himself had the ability to leave lightly. To trap the enemy to death.

This method is very simple, but it is extremely difficult to achieve, because he has the ability to get rid of the entanglement of his opponent. Especially when the opponent is a practitioner at the level of Yu Lian or Ning Que. That ability to get rid of, to some extent, has even broken away from the shackles of time, and is indistinctly connected with Wudistan.

Guo Shi stood on the carriage in the distance, eyes closed. He put his hands together and kept chanting silently. It is not a Buddhist scripture or a Taoist scripture. Listening to those weird sounds is more like a witchcraft prayer commonly used by grassland priests.

The vitality of the heaven and the earth on the grassland has changed drastically, and countless gusts are blowing from the four fields. When he came to the outside of the car, he stopped turning and started to roll up, sucking the air in the convoy towards the sky. In an instant, the air around Ning Que became extremely thin, brought by the morning breeze and morning light. The warm and pleasant feeling of my life is gone without a trace.

At the next moment, Ning Que felt a strong smell of blood coming from his nose, and the air around his body instantly became extremely cold. The smell of blood and chill even penetrated into his body until he knew the sea. The sea with snow-capped mountains.

His thought power became a bit stagnant, and the speed of the crystal water droplets condensed in his lower abdomen was forced to slow down. What is even more shocking is that the snow-capped mountains are covered with a very thick layer of fresh snow!

The dark clouds reached the grassland again, covering the warm sun.

Ning Que lowered his head slightly, did not sit down cross-legged, silently resisting the powerful formation, thinking about the way to break the formation, he did not try to go out because there was no road in front of him.

In the severe cold, the surface of his body was quickly covered with a layer of frost, and his eyebrows were covered with two layers of snow, which looked a little funny and a little scary.

He didn't think of a way to break the formation, because he was unable to determine where the national division was in the formation. The national division really deserves to be the strongest in the grassland. The realm is unpredictable. It is obviously not everyone in the formation. He was trapped in such a large formation with horse-drawn carts in the wilderness using methods that were extremely unfamiliar to the Central Plains practice world.

After reading the scripture or mantra that no one can understand, the teacher slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ning Que calmly and said: "There are boxes in the car, and bones in the boxes. They are all bones of Tang Dynasty. , Shan Yu collected these quantities for me for several years before collecting these quantities. Among them, or, some of them should be from the defenders of Weicheng."

Ning Que raised his head and stared at the opponent, his eyes sharp as a knife.

The national teacher did not seem to notice the hidden meaning in his eyes, and continued: "I know that you have lived in Weicheng. I want to come and have old bones with some people in the box. Unfortunately... they are already dead. There is only resentment in the remaining soul, no old feelings with you, and I will become a part of my strength to kill you."

This is the foundation of this blood sacrifice array.

Guo Shi has studied the three realms, has a profound realm and profound knowledge. He gathers the power of faith with Buddhism, gathers souls with witchcraft, and then uses Taoist methods to create this large array by the power of heaven and earth.

For this, he did not hesitate to lose his life.

Because only such a blood sacrifice array can accomplish his purpose.

The aura of Ning Que's body has gradually been frozen, and the **** meaning makes his sea of ​​consciousness a bit turbulent, but his sanity is still sober, staring at the national teacher and saying, "Why do you want to treat me Say this?"

When he said this, the frost on his eyebrows was already about a foot long.

"Because what you said before Ah Da died is very reasonable."

The national teacher looked at him pityingly and said: "People can live in confusion, but they should die soberly."

"Very good," Ning Que said.

The national teacher asked: "What is good?"

Ning Que looked at him and said: "I was going to let the Golden Tent King Court destroy the clan. No matter who comes to persuade me, I will not change my mind. I don’t need anything to help me strengthen my determination, but what you do These things... can give me more powerful excuses when confronted by senior brothers in the future."

The national teacher understood what he meant, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Everything is an excuse."

Ning Que looked at the carriage at his feet, the box on the carriage that was already a little broken, and the white human bones faintly visible inside, and finally took a step forward slowly.

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(So tired...neck, it’s been a long time, I want to resume swimming!) (to be continued...)