Nightfall Chapter 78: People by the stream

Ning Que's footsteps are very firm. Unfortunately, he still hasn't been able to take a step closer to the National Teacher.

But he was not disappointed. After all, the attempt was just an attempt. He believed that he could always find a way to find the opponent in this car formation, and then kill the opponent.

The national teacher was silent, and the rosary between the tiger's mouth slowly started to spin, and during this time its own breath was released, and the **** smell in the car array suddenly became countless times stronger.

The smell of blood comes from the dead in this wilderness, from the Tang Jun who has no burial place.

Ning Que looked up at him and asked: "You believe in the longevity sky but do such evil things. Don't you worry about being punished by her if you go to the kingdom of God in the future?"

Guo Shi said: "The right is right, and the means is not important."

Ning Que said: "You know the relationship between me and the longevity heaven you believe in."

The national teacher looked at him solemnly and said: "That's why you are a mortal."

Ning Que said: "I will prove to you that the relationship does exist objectively."

During the conversation, he had already taken three more steps towards the carriage.

Every time you take a step, the frost on your body will rustle down.

Originally, the frost was integrated with his body and could not fall off, but at this time it fell, because there was flames, which was spitting out from his body.

His footsteps landed on the grassland, leaving footprints and several blazing flames.

The flame is extremely clear, extremely sacred, and extremely solemn, white like the snow lotus blooming in the snow peak of Tiancai Mountain.

Although he still can't get one step closer to the true position of the national teacher, now... there are a few snow lotuses condensed by Haotian divine glory. Burning in a large array full of blood, clear light scattered.

Those resentful souls pouring from the large trucks touched Haotian Divine Hui, without making any painful howls, but with a light sneer, they were purified into nothingness.

Ning Que's body was gradually surrounded by Haotian Divine Radiance. The countless resentful souls in the national teacher's blood sacrifice formation could no longer get close to his body. It was amazing. Obviously his body is burning. The snow covering his eyebrows did not melt.

Before being purified, those resentful souls will have a brief moment, showing their appearance before birth.

Ning Que didn't close his eyes because of many things. It can be regarded as not if you close your eyes. He quietly looked at the faces that appeared but disappeared. I saw several familiar faces.

"Go, if you want to go to the kingdom of Haotian, I will let her take care of you. If the kingdom of God is destroyed someday, the teacher will be there to take care of you too. If you want to go to the abyss and the ghost to continue fighting, please You are waiting for me to meet you again, and then we will cut the wood again."

He looked at countless familiar or unfamiliar faces in Shenhui, and said silently in his heart.

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The national teacher's expression is still indifferent, and there is a divine light in the depths of his eyes, but a little flickering.

He probably didn't expect that Ning Que could possess such a large number of Haotian Divine Radiance...Speaking of reason, only the most pious Taoist followers of Haotian could learn the Xiling Divine Art and summon Haotian Divine Radiance.

Guo Shi hasn't been troubled by this question for too long, because his realm knowledge is not extraordinary, since he knows the entanglement between Ning Que and Changshengtian, many things may not need to find the real answer.

The first thing he needs to do now is to suppress Ning Que's counterattack.

Yes, Ning Que was burning himself at this time. That was a counterattack against the blood sacrifice formation. As the Haotian divine brilliance burned, as he walked in the car array at will, the entire grassland was illuminated. Those The cold wind rotating around the car array has long been broken, scattered everywhere, the temperature rises sharply, where is the slightest chill?

Ning Que reached out and wiped the water from between his eyebrows, and finally walked to a carriage.

The national teacher is no longer on this carriage, and the broken box on the carriage shows a gap. The white human bones inside are burnt in the fiery Haotian divine glory, gradually turning yellow and zooming, but it is unimaginable that it is still supporting.

Ning Que drew a Pudao from behind, without a word, he slashed towards the carriage, and the carriage collapsed and the box fell heavily to the ground. The outside suddenly fell apart and turned into dozens of wooden slats, revealing the contents inside.

Inside the wooden box is an iron box, a box made of iron bars, and inside is full of human bones, human skulls... a box full of human skulls, I don't know how many remains are needed to get together.

Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, and then he slashed on the iron box.

With a loud bang, the iron box broke open on the slightly hard ground, splashing countless dirt and dust, and desperately drilled toward the bottom of the grassland until it was several feet deep before stopping.

The iron box is still unbroken, and countless skulls are still constrained inside, providing a steady stream of strength for this blood sacrificial array and supporting the bureau of the national division.

Ning Que looked at the box underground and was silent.

"This is the formation that all the priests of the royal court have tempered by using the great witchcraft to extract a thousand years of soul flame. Even if you have the power of the top of the world, you cannot break it, because the manpower is sometimes poor, and the soul is endless."

The national teacher did not know when he appeared on a carriage in the south. The cloth was fluttering and the rosary turned lightly. He looked at Ning Que and said with pity: "Since it is futile, why insist?"

Ning Que said: "Okay...I must admit that you trapped me, what's next? If you can't kill me, then what is the difference between this blood sacrifice array and the kid's stuff?"

He turned to look at the national teacher on the carriage and said: "You should be very clear that if you trap me to death, it means I trap you to death. As long as you stay here, then you will definitely die."

What he said is not wrong. For the Academy, the only thing that the Golden Account Royal Court needs to deal with seriously at this time is this unfathomable national teacher. If he cannot leave in order to trap Ning Que, then later When the main force of the Tang army arrives, when Xu Chi appears, or even the person who is there in person, then the national division will undoubtedly lose.

What's strange is that Guo Shi's expression is still calm, and he is not affected by Ning Que's words. It seems that he has absolute self-confidence and can not be affected by the academy.

Perhaps because he thought he could kill Ning Que.

More than ten high priests. Appeared from all sides of the grassland, and then walked to the front of the car array.

Ning Que's gaze, passing through the burning Haotian Divine Radiance, fell on these people, on the human bone necklace on their chest, and said: "It's finally here."

The golden tent king court used to fight against the practitioners of the Central Plains. These high priests who were good at witchcraft have always been high priests. Each high priest has a level similar to that of the Central Plains practitioners.

More than ten high priests join the blood sacrifice array, what will happen?

The old high priests slowly trembled their lips. Begin to chant the strange passage that the previous national teacher had already read. Then they began to dance, twisting their bodies, and performing a dance that no one could understand.

Prairie priests are good at witchcraft, and the scriptures are spells. Dance is also a kind of curse.

More than ten large vehicles collapsed. The wooden strips wrapped around the boxes on the car also cracked. The iron grid inside was exposed-those iron boxes slowly floated into the air, and the one that floated into the air last was the iron box that was previously cut into the depths of the ground by Ning Que. It rustles down with the mud, like an unearthed monster.

In all iron boxes are human bones, human skulls, carrying the remnants of the spirits and souls of people after their deaths. They were taken by the national teachers and high priests using the secret method of grassland witchcraft and scattered around.

It was an unimaginable huge pressure, which came from the soul and was also exerted on the soul. It was invisible and intangible but real, like a huge mountain, directly bombarding Ning Que's spiritual world.

Ning Que let out a sullen hum, a blood overflowing from the corners of his lips, but his eyes are still clear. Since he fits with Sangsang on the Buddha's chessboard, the strength of his body, the strength of his soul, and the strength of his mind are already long gone. Standing at the pinnacle of the entire world, this pressure from countless souls could directly crush the Sea of ​​Consciousness of a pinnacle expert in Fate Realm, but it could only hurt him, and he could continue to support it.

But being trapped by the blood sacrificial formation, such strenuous support is not an end after all. He himself doesn't know how long it will last. What he needs to do is break the formation and kill the enemy.

Break the formation and kill the enemy are two things in one.

To break this terrifying blood sacrifice formation, the key is to kill the national teacher. To kill the national teacher, we must first find his location and determine where he is, but the problem now is that he doesn’t know. Where is the national teacher?

The national teacher is obviously here, right in front of his eyes, on the only remaining carriage, but it seems that he is in a very distant place, he and this blood sacrifice array seem to have been integrated, but It seems to look at this place from other places, why does it feel like this? Earlier he jumped from the air without stepping on the head of the Chinese teacher. Later, the Chinese teacher had to come and go without restraint, or was there something hidden in it?

Ning Que looked at the national teacher at the horse station, looked at the cloth and wooden bead chain on his body in the morning breeze, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the strange feeling became clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, he felt something and looked up at the sky, only to see that a thin line of light suddenly appeared in the cloud that was absorbed by the interference of the blood sacrifice array.

There seem to be countless resentful souls in the clouds. Those who died on the grassland were the killings made by the Golden Tent King Court for countless years, but it was also the collective killing intent of the Golden Tent King Court against the enemy. It was to kill the souls. .

Looking at the dark cloud, Ning Que felt the terrifying killing intent of the Golden Account King Court very clearly, and he also had a deeper understanding of the formation of this blood sacrifice array, confirming that it was not he who could break it now. ... However, his expression suddenly became relaxed, and the snow-covered eyebrows were slightly raised.

He seems to be laughing.

"You are indeed an amazing person."

He retracted Wangtian's gaze, looked at the national teacher not far away, and said calmly: "I admit that you have enough ability to trap me to death, but... this is not enough, because you know that the academy has never been me alone. ."

The national teacher's hands are slowly closing, like an old monk, with angry eyes, like a savage wizard, uttering a verse, like a Taoist who has cultivated for many years in the deep mountains, and said: "So when will they arrive? "

Such a change in appearance and temperament is truly extraordinary, but Ning Que saw Master Liansheng's thirty-two changes in the Demon Zong Mountain Gate many years ago. How could he be frightened by it.

He was like talking about family affairs with the national teacher, and said: "Tang has something to do today."

"The one who came today is the suzerain."

The national teacher's expression remains unchanged, and he calmly said: "In fact, the person I have been waiting for for the past few years is her. I hope she will not be absent today."

It was still a casual conversation. During the conversation, each had their own strong confidence. Ning Que’s confidence lay in the academy, in himself and his senior sister, and the national teacher’s confidence in the tribe.

This blood sacrificial formation is not the formation of the national teacher, but the formation of the entire Golden Horde Palace.

This is an entire tribe, a tribe with millions of people, a tribe with a thousand-year heritage and its own unique cultural temperament. Today this tribe has become a formation.

Even if the curtain comes, how can it be broken?

The national teacher is telling the truth, and he has been waiting for Yu Lian for several years.

He waited for Yu Lian to appear, then killed her.

At this moment, Ning Que said a word.

"You think that you are trapped in the formation, I can't walk to you, can't she either?"

Hearing this sentence, the national teacher could no longer be as calm as before. He suddenly felt that in the past few years, perhaps he was not waiting for her, but...she was waiting for himself.

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From Weicheng to the northwest, there is a barren desert. In the middle of the desert, there is a very small green state. With the weather, the green state sometimes disappears, sometimes appears, and appears less often, but disappears. There was so much time that neither the Golden Tent King Court nor the Frontier Army of the Tang Dynasty knew the existence of this small green state.

The green state heading south is Kaipingji. At this time, the Zhenbei Army led by Situ Yilan is fighting a **** battle with the remnants of the Golden Horde Court. No one will come here.

As for Shan Yu and thousands of Duo'er who escaped from Weicheng, they went straight to the depths of the grassland, all the way north, and it is impossible to pass through this small green state. According to reason, this place should be nobody.

But people suddenly came to this little green state today.

A prairie cavalry is holding a war horse, resting by the only small river in the Green State. The horse is an ordinary war horse, and the man seems to be an ordinary cavalry, wearing bloodstained clothes.

He looked tens of miles to the east, feeling the changes in the vitality of the world there, and smiled.

A few tens of miles away in the east, it is the location of the blood sacrifice formation in the north of Weicheng.

The cavalry lowered his head and washed his face, then held a handful of water to moisturize his throat.

His face was reflected in the calm stream. It was a young and handsome face. The beard on the cheeks had not been taken care of for many days. It grew messily like weeds and looked extremely rough.

Suddenly, his movements became rigid.

In the stream, the expression on his face was still quiet, but deep in his eyes there was wildfire burning.

Clear water, slowly leaking from his fingers, just like the time that flows away in his life.

When the clear water has completely run away, he raised his head and looked across the stream.

A young girl in a yellow dress appeared on the other side at some unknown time.

The girl looked about twelve or thirteen years old, her face was immature and beautiful, with two black ponytails swaying gently behind her, her appearance was extremely cute, but her expression was extremely cold.

"I heard you are waiting for me?"

The girl in the yellow skirt looked at the prairie cavalry and said.

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(Actually, I always think Yu Lian is so handsome, but unfortunately it’s not the protagonist... Whether it’s the male lead or the female lead, try to write a similar character in the next book, and write it well. Then tomorrow’s update will be very late , If there is any uncertainty, I will ask the leader to report to you.) (To be continued, please search for Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!