Ze Tian Ji Chapter 155: Shangnengfan?
Divine Empress Tianhai's Divine Soul is thousands of miles away, Dao Law is in Luoyang City, and it is among thunderclouds, with one enemy three and three Saint.
It is her body that stays on the peak of Mausoleum of Books.
Even if she is the strongest person in the world, I believe that under the premise of confronting three Saints at the same time, she has no way to spare more power to deal with other enemies.
In other words, at this moment, she at the peak of Mausoleum of Books is in an undefense stage. As long as someone can attack her body, she may be injured.
Tonight, many powerful people have come to Mausoleum of Books.
They have n’t entered Saint Domain yet. It is impossible to cause any threat to Divine Empress Tianhai at normal times, but it is different now.
Of course, first they need to pass Divine Avenue to reach the peak of Mausoleum of Books.
But Han Qing sits below Divine Avenue, just like in the past 600 years.
Han Qing is very old.
He is Divine General of the same age with Qin Zhong and Yu Gong. He has been sitting in Mausoleum of Books for more than 600 years, covered with dust and rust. Can he still survive the siege of these strong men?
This is a question worth thinking about, but he obviously didn't think about it because he was eating.
Stir-fried bacon with green peppers are all produced in that garden. He ate quietly and seriously, not sure if he remembered the Xun Mei that came to Divine Avenue two years ago.
According to his previous statement, Correct Xun Mei ran into Divine Avenue that night and sought truth before he finally let go of everything. Breakthrough entered Saint. So, this meal is a memory?
No, this recollection should fall in the older past, because that old face has deeper emotion.
The world's strongest men gather, but he is eating quietly. This disregard represents absolute confidence or something else?
Two years ago, when Xun Mei boarded Divine Avenue and died, Mao Qiuyu was just outside Mausoleum of Books. He saw looks at's own Junior Brother died, and he had no emotions.
The face of the young girl named Mu Jiushi showed a few Angers. As for the hidden masters of the Aristocratic Family sects that appeared in night, they began to get angry.
The strong Aura gathered in front of Divine Avenue with anger.
Han Qing didn't respond, but Quietly ate the food silently, as if those already cold dishes were the most precious thing in the world.
In the river outside Mausoleum of Books, Stone Stele is cut into several pieces and scattered on the ground.
Wuqiong Bi stands between Broken Stele, the resentment on his face gradually becomes vigilant and disturbed, and finally becomes fear.
Tonight in Eight Storms of the Cardinal Directions of Mausoleum of Books, Zhu Luo and Guan Xingke are dead, Bie Yanghong is seriously injured, and only she still has full combat power.
At the previous moment, because of Husband's serious injury, she did become extremely angry and wanted to make a shot. Even though Han Qing showed the unpredictable realm, but with the help of the strong men in night, she believed that she could defeat each other . However ... no matter how her eyes resent Cold and Severe, Han Qing didn't look at her.
Han Qing Quietly to eat.
The Iron Spear Quietly rested beside him.
So she became scared.
"Help me up."
Bie Yanghong lies between Broken Stele, her face is extremely pale, Aura is extremely weak, but the voice is still as calm as usual, and has a heartbreaking power.
He looked towards the peak of Mausoleum of Books, his gaze fell on the figure of Divine Empress Tianhai, with a little confusion and pain.
In Divine Empress Tianhai's quilt, there is a red petal which is slightly wet, and between her sleeves are a dozen holes through which meteors pass.
The fierce battle between the breath, he is the party concerned, he knows that this is the rebate left to Divine Empress Tianhai by Guan Xingke's death and serious injuries.
He noticed another problem.
Wuqiong Bi lifted him up, the dust in her hand was shaking slightly, just like her voice: "Let's go."
"Since I came here tonight, I didn't think about leaving alive."
Bie Yanghong said calmly, then his fingers trembled slightly.
The thin string hanging on the tail finger broke through it, passed through the tiger's mouth, and entangled several times.
He was seriously injured, he could n’t even make a fist, so he wrapped his fingers together, which became a fist.
He boxed to the dry riverbed.
Boom.
This seemingly weak fist directly penetrated a large hole in the riverbed without seeing the bottom, and there was a sound of gurgling water beneath it.
Emperor's Chariot Map moves, and river dry rock is now present. At this time, Emperor's Chariot Map has been broken. Senran's formation is gone. There is no power to maintain the current picture.
The sound of water rushed, and numerous springs poured from the bottom of the river. It was only an instant that it re-submerged the riverbed and wet his shoes with Wuqiong Bi.
Wuqiong Bi knew what he wanted to do, his face became paler, but he couldn't say anything to stop him.
The ground springs are raging. The water surface in the river rises at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. With the thunder and lightning coming from the sky, the picture looks very strange.
A little despair screamed from Wuqiong Bi's lips.
She and Bie Yanghong were standing on the water, and two Dao Aura spilled out, covering the whole river in an instant.
Aura emanating from her is dead, as if there is no blue wave of life.
The Aura emanating from the Bie Yanghong is extremely fresh, as if it has endless life force.
The river finally overflowed the stone embankment, poured into Mausoleum of Books, and poured slowly and unstoppably towards Divine Avenue.
With the flow of water waves, Green Leaf is gradually born. Between the few breaths, the entire water surface is densely covered, which is a boundless water lotus.
Next, in this cyan Sea of Lotuses, there are countless beautiful lotus flowers.
Sea of Lotuses is swaggering in the night breeze, and the lotus is dazzling in the thunder and lightning,
Receive the lotus leaf, Wuqiong Bi.
Insolation lotus, Bie Yanghong,
Mausoleum of Books is full of water.
Mao Qiuyu stood on the side of the water, with a solemn expression, and turned up with two sleeves.
The two sleeves are breezy, and they are doing nothing, walking everywhere.
The lotus leaves keep flying, the lotus lightly sways, the electric light illuminates the world, and the wetness condenses into a mist of water, forming an extremely unreal beautiful picture, like a fairyland.
Wonderland came before Divine Avenue.
Han Qing is still eating, eating very seriously.
Cooking is a human thing, and he goes to the world from Mausoleum of Books.
Bie Yanghong wants him to return to the ignorant wonderland, and has no intention to stop the world from boarding Divine Avenue.
The lotus is full of lotus, attacking his Dao Heart.
What will Han Qing choose?
Finally, he put down the lunch box in his hand.
It's not because he can't meet the challenge of Bie Yanghong, but because the meal already is finished.
He reached out to hold Iron Spear and looked deep into Sea of Lotuses.
Bie Yanghong is deep in Sea of Lotuses, covered with blood, pale, but calm.
He wants to kill Tianhai, the world wants to kill Tianhai, and he has to board Divine Avenue.
He is burning his True Essence and realm at this time, and even if he can defeat Han Qing, he probably can't continue to live.
He doesn't care, because he was dying.
The way to death is his way. This is his right way.
Walking on the march, he will never get lost in Sea of Lotuses, he will not shrink back, he is covered with blood, he is so vivid in night, just like those blossoming red flowers in Green Leaf.
But he didn't make a shot, he was waiting for the final time.
Wait by the stream of the old temple of Xi Ning Village, the old view of Luoyang City, and the night cloud spreading over the earth.
He is looked up, Quietly looks at the night cloud.
Everyone looked there.
Thunder continues, electrical and light are connected, the night clouds twitch, and the wind blows.
It's not human there.
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(I should have been in Saipan these two days ... The annual meeting is being held, many author friends are watching the sea there, and I ca n’t stand my illness. I just took a day off before leaving and returned to my home in Hubei. Okay, it ’s worse. I have to adjust this water and soil problem too many times a year. Fortunately, I have been taking medication. I ’ve seen it today, no problem. In addition: Although Mausoleum of Books is full of water, it ca n’t be said I wrote the water, I wrote it very well ... When I was recuperating recently, I re-viewed Jiang Ye and felt the same. I am really good and hope to be better in the future.)