Zhao Ge: 173. Tianchang of Shangdu

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The teenager never thought that he would see such a scene.

Standing on the hills, looking from a distance, I saw that it was ignited by the golden flowing fire in the dark night, and the ninety-nine-story Qingming tower on the vast land was dazzling thousands of miles away. The tall tower, which should have been pitch black, burned up this night like a giant torch.

This scene was too shocking, too great, and it made the teenager shiver involuntarily.

He trembled, subconsciously wanting to ask the old blind man beside him what it was.

But when he turned around, the boy was stunned on the spot.

The golden flowing fire rays of Shangdu covered the entire city, and the hills outside the city were all illuminated by the afterglow of the flowing light. The light that reflected thousands of miles also showed the old blind man's face, and at that moment, the young man saw the look on the old blind man's face-it was an expression that made people almost afraid to breathe.

In the cognition of juveniles, the expressions on the faces of the indifferent, the old and the old blind are always pretentious and wretched.

But at this moment, the old blind man's face is no longer obscene, no serious, no joking smile.

Every old wrinkle seemed to be shrouded in the light of a sword at this moment. The expression on the old blind man's face was so cold and severe that he was staring at the direction of Shangdu. The light in his eyes was almost People can't believe that it is the look a blind man should have.

No, it's not just the look in the eyes.

At this moment, the dangerous aura of the old blind man is definitely not something a fortune teller should have.

The old blind man looked at Shangdu, and the young man looked at the old blind man.

A doubt crossed his mind:

——Is the old blind man really just a fortune teller like he is on the surface?

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The light in the morning is no different from usual.

But there is something completely different in the business world.

In the run-down farmhouse where Monk Mingxin, Liu Wuyan and Liao Gan settled the day before, Liao Qian, wearing a rag clothes, sat on the ground, gulping like a defeated dog driven to despair. Panting and panting.

On the ground next to him, there is a sword of God.

The blood has already seeped into the mud along the blade of the Sushen Sword, and it has now become a small pool of brown stains that are not obvious.

He looks embarrassing enough, but Monk Mingxin is even more embarrassed than him. The Buddha from the Fanyin Pavilion at this time has no idea where the robes on his body have gone, and the gray monk robe is also replaced, his body is tightly bandaged, like a zongzi. Lie motionless on the damp bed.

Monk Mingxin opened his eyes and stared at the leaky roof.

He was supposed to die in front of the Kyushu Bank. After killing Wang Jingzhi yesterday, this young monk who looked gentle and compassionate desperately wanted to kill what was born from the Kyushu Bank's treasury.

Liao Gan didn't know what Monk Mingxin saw under the treasury.

After Monk Mingxin and Liu Wuyan left, Liao Gan sat in this room in a daze, and finally reached out and held the knife and cursed, and rushed towards the direction of the Kyushu Bank—he was I'm a coward, now I don't want to be a coward anymore. Liao Gan didn't know where the mountain and river map was, but he thought he was more familiar with the Kyushu Bank than Monk Mingxin, so he wanted to rush over to help Monk Mingxin.

As a result, halfway through the road, I met two people who didn't know if it was Jintang Dark Guard.

Liao Gan is not someone like Liu Wuyan who would pull out the knife at any time, even if he loses, he will cut it up. He used some tricks, and it took him a meal to get rid of the two people and rushed to the Kyushu Bank.

When he arrived, he knew it was late with just a glance.

The bank of Kyushu has been shrouded in black mist, and a giant hand-like thing condensed from black energy by Monk Mingxin hits the ground heavily. Liao Gan saw that there were countless shadows of that kind in the black fog.

It's like the entire Kyushu bank branch has become a monster.

Standing in front of the black mist, the pressure of horror hits his face.

At that time, the golden light like flowing water has already wandered through the streets and alleys of Shangdu. The things in the black mist are getting stronger and stronger. On the contrary, the monks like Mingxin monk are getting weaker and weaker. .

However, the knocked-up Monk Mingxin coughed up blood, but struggled to get up from the ground to meet him again.

This Buddha with compassion on his face looked like a madman at that time.

Liao Qian drew out the Sushen Knife, held it, and rushed over.

The Zhou Tian Xing Su in the Sushen Blade is upside-down, and Liao Gan himself is also the person who reversed life and death. Although the inverted five-element aura after the unfolding of the mountain and river map makes him feel uncomfortable, it does not look like Mingxin. The monk was weakened at a terrifying speed like that.

But even so, Liao Qian almost took his own life to save Monk Mingxin back.

At this time, the sky has completely changed in Shangdu.

The dark guards with masks and gray robes wandered around, beheading the remaining immortal disciples, and pouring blood into the Qingming Pagoda. An unprecedented change is happening in this city.

The gates are blocked.

Liao Gan did not dare to take the monk Mingxin out of the city, so he could only pick those small roads and circle a big circle. The badly injured monk Mingxin returned to the dilapidated hut where they had been at the beginning. In the ruins left by the famine at the time, there were only homeless people, and hungry people who had fled from other places lived in this place that did not resemble humans.

After doing his best to treat Monk Mingxin's wounds, Liao Gan also sat on the ground and sat there all night in a daze.

The five elements of this city are reversed, and the spirit energy is in a disorder, and the true energy circulating in the veins of Monk Mingxin is in an extremely unstable state. Although Liao Qian still has some healing elixir on him, he dare not. Give it to him, so I can only bandage him like a mortal doctor.

After dawn, Monk Mingxin woke up.

After staring at the roof for a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "The landscape of mountains and rivers is unfolded."

"Got it."

Liao Qian weakly replied.

"Don't worry about mountains and rivers."

Speaking, Liao Qian grinned and got up from the ground, pulled out the knife and pinned it to his waist.

He limped up to the door and carefully opened a small gap to peek out. This deserted and run-down place looks like usual, quiet and unpopular. The only difference should be that there is still some golden light left in the air.

"Now, it's still a question whether we can survive, Lord Buddha."

Liao Gan said.