Nightfall Chapter 160: This road is nowhere

(Thanks to the book review area and friends everywhere for the medical answers, all received. I will take care of it, and after the meeting at the end of the month I will return to Daqing, exercise with the leader, live well, and be healthy again. Code forty In 2017, please bear with me in these days... the shadow of the master disappeared in the wind and snow.

The big brother shook slightly, and seemed to want to fall, and more blood leaked out of the old quilted jacket. At this moment, Yu Lian stretched out his hand to hook the belt around his waist and shook his head.

"He was right." Yu Lian said, "Even if you try to catch up with him at this time, I can't catch up with him. It still makes no sense. Even if you want to leave Chang'an with him, you can't do it. "

The big brother said tiredly: "Then what should I do?"

Yu Lian said: "Since I can't catch up, I just have to wait for him to be stopped."

The big brother said: "Who else can stop the watcher now?"

Yu Lian said: "Chang'an City."

The big brother looked at the clouds in the sky above Suzaku Avenue and said: "The city is broken."

"Just broke a hole."

Yu Lian said: "When this hole is sewn, we will come together again."

Senior brother said: "It's not appropriate to let the younger brother bear such a heavy pressure."

Yu Lian said: "Although he is still very weak now, but since the teacher gave this city to him, this city is his, then this is the pressure he should bear."

The big brother said: "Then we will wait?"

"Resting."

Yu Lian loosened his big brother's belt and took his arm. Help him to walk to the side of the road. Chen Pipi squatted on the rubble on the street, his eyes swollen like rotten peaches on the Xiling.

Yu Lian said: "I can't help you?"

Chen Pipi quickly wiped the tears off her face and came up to wait.

There are ruins on both sides of the street. There is a silver building that was built to be sturdy, only half broken, and some leftover eaves were left to cover the snow and rain. The three of them sat under the eaves and waited for the final outcome...Cicadas gradually cried in winter. Sadness gradually quieted. The morning snow resurrected, dancing with the wind, and dry snow fell on the street. It was stirred by the cold wind, and there seemed to be countless salt flowers rolling on the straight Suzaku Avenue.

Amidst the wind and snow, the observer's figure is as small as a feather. It looked like an inconspicuous snowflake again, but Chang'an City was after all a shocking formation left by the master, and his traces were quickly captured.

The countless houses in the three hundred and sixty-five streets and lanes of the East City, countless blue bricks and blue stones, all felt the arrival of the master, and an ancient and long-lasting breath radiated from the snow between the bricks and the moss.

The five lakes in Xicheng also sensed the arrival of the enemy in Chang'an City. The ice-covered lake shook slightly, and hot springs began to gush out among the rocks deep in the lake.

When the thin snow on the wall of Chang'an city fell like a curtain, this male city felt the arrival of the enemy, which has been thousands of years. The most powerful enemy it has encountered.

Countless auras originated from the palace, from the official government, from the houses, from the lakes, mountains, and trees. The atmosphere of the heaven and the earth over the city suddenly changed extremely. The low snow cloud rolled unsteadily, covering the gap of the cloud over Suzaku Avenue in an instant, perfectly shielding the majestic power cast from the sky.

The Guanzhu raised his head and glanced at the sky, confirming that Apocalypse was blocked again, and then he looked in all directions of Chang'an City, sensing the terrifying power contained in those breaths.

But his expression remained calm. Continue northbound.

Because he was walking on Suzaku Avenue, walking in the damaged part of the city.

The snow on Zhuque Avenue has long been blown to the sides, forming knee-high snowdrifts, just like the ancient walls of Yan Kingdom against the Eastern Famine. The portrait of the Zhuque in the middle of the street is very clear.

The observer walked past the painted Suzaku.

Suzaku suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were agile and violent, as if they were about to become alive.

The Guanzhu turned his head to look at the painted statue of Suzaku, and said: "Naughty animal."

In the eyes of the Suzaku portrait, there was a struggle, which was finally depressed by fear.

Suzaku painting is like a killing rune in the stunned gods formation. Its power is equivalent to a full blow from the pinnacle of the Fate Realm. Even practitioners who have crossed the threshold of the five realms or Liu Bai will be jealous of it.

The watcher just said a word indifferently.

Suzaku was self-defeating.

The formation of Chang'an City is like an iron curtain, covering the world for thousands of years. Even if the master is the strongest person in Taoism for thousands of years, it is impossible to tear this iron curtain with his own strength.

But as long as the time is long enough for anything, it can accumulate strong enough power. It took a thousand years for the door to finally tear a hole in the iron curtain.

The watcher continues to move forward, floating like a fairy.

The doors of the houses along the street were closed tightly. Someone watched the movement of the street from the crack of the door, and looked at the Taoist man in Tsing Yi like a fairy. The eyes of those people showed fear and despair.

From the early morning, ten thousand bells in Chang'an city were ringing and the snow was burning. Everyone in the city knew what was going on. It was just that in the face of this kind of battle across the five realms, secular power had no meaning.

Near North City.

The streetside suddenly opened up, and a large meadow covered with thin snow gave the more than a dozen small buildings and winter forest a sense of tranquility. That place was the military headquarters of Datang.

If it is an ordinary war, the Datang Military Headquarters behind the snow-covered meadow is definitely the place where the enemy wants to destroy the most.

But I didn't take a look subjectively.

He quietly looked at the building in the north.

The majestic imperial city.

His destination is the small building in the palace.

He wants to destroy the horrified eyes of Xiaolou underground.

Only he can do this.

Behold, take a step and prepare to move on.

Suddenly, his steps fell back to where they were.

He looked at the wind and snow in front of him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

The wind and snow rose suddenly, and then gradually solidified, forming two traces.

The watcher's expression gradually became solemn.

The two traces of wind and snow are very strange, hovering in the air, never falling apart.

It's like someone wrote two strokes in the air.

It's not ink, it's snow...Ning Que spent a whole night meditating on the bank of Yanming Lake and woke up long ago.

When he woke up, his clothes and the surrounding lakes and mountains were covered by the first snow and white.

He got up and the snow fell.

He stood by the cliff and looked at the snow lake.

He held the Array Eye Pestle in his hand and looked at Xuehu, then at this Chang'an City.

He saw the snow falling in the south of Chang'an City.

He saw the snowflakes burning like fire on the sky.

He saw the rainy street in winter.

He saw the Taoist in Tsing Yi floating like an immortal, and he was about to arrive at the imperial city.

He stretched his hand behind his shoulder suddenly, grabbed the cold handle of the knife and pulled it out.

Then cut it off.

Piao Dao slashed at random, snorting twice.

Two clear knife marks appeared on the snow lake.

The next moment, those two knife marks disappeared from the snow lake in an instant.

Fleeing between the heaven and the earth, without a trace... The two knife marks he cut out on the snow lake came to Suzaku Avenue.

Coming to the front of Guanzhu.

The watcher has a solemn expression.

Stopped...Two knife marks, one stroke and one stroke.

Form a simple and sharp word.

Yes: "乂"

Shaped like swords intersecting.

means silent mowing.

There is also a meaning that even children can understand.

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