Nightfall

The black chariot wasteland, dark grass flying jackdaw.

Sword light flew across the distant wilderness in the air ahead, and chaotic clouds gradually shattered.

Ning Que felt the faint fluctuations in the breath, and handed the fruit in his hand to Sang Sang's lips. He said: "I have never seen such a violent fluctuation in the vitality of heaven and earth, and I don't know how many strong men are fighting there."

In the White Pagoda Temple of Chaoyang City in the Lunar Kingdom, he once saw the battle between Master Brother and Xuankong Temple's first lecture.

In the battle, the brother of the master said the first Buddha's words in the intercession, and the two sides showed a state of high and almost miracles, which was not weaker than the fluctuation of the heaven and earth breath from the distant wilderness at this time.

It's just that neither the elder brother nor the first lecturer ever fought in life and death. At this time, Ning Que's sense of change in the atmosphere of the world like a storm in the distance would be more terrifying and shocking.

"I have seen."

Sang Sang took the bite of the fruit, where the lips and teeth touched, the color of the flesh changed slightly, and it instantly frozen and coagulated, making a rustling sound when chewing, as if chewing ice.

Ning Que asked curiously: "Where have you seen this situation?"

Sang Sang said: "When the teacher and Master Yan Se battled on the northern mountain of Chang'an City, the change in the atmosphere of the world was also terrible, but they were covered by themselves at the time."

Ning Que took the frozen fruit and took a bite, but her teeth were not broken, but she was chilled and shivered. She said with a smile: "If you are still in Chang'an City, you will be in the neighborhood of Lane 47 in the summer. I will definitely not buy ice and pour well water anymore.

Sang Sang smiled and coughed twice.

Since leaving the barren tribe, she coughed a lot less, and I do n’t know if she coughed too much in the past two years. Now it is only a pure cold breath, no sputum or black blood.

Today Sang Sang is very clean, there is no blood, sweat or saliva. The body is very pure from inside to outside, just like a transparent glass, in other words. She is less and less human.

Ning Que held her in her arms, kissed him, and reached into her black fur coat, stroking and rubbing. Although it was cold, it was still very soft, and it felt warm in her heart.

"I never thought that I would marry a fairy as my wife." He said.

Sang Sang looked up at him. Reaching out to remove the frost on his eyelashes, he corrected seriously: "I am not a fairy, I am a monster."

Ning Que said: "Fairy? Monster? You are Sang Sang."

Traveling south all the way, the two talked gossip and love, and occasionally recalled Weishan and Chang'an in Minshan, not talking about life and death and the future, and there were no last words to explain-all the last words of Sang Sang have been finished in the Washan Temple Que is not going to live again, even if there is a last word, there is no one who listens to the last word.

A heavy object suddenly fell into the dark clouds. The roar came through the sky, hitting the field dozens of feet in front of the black wagon, and hitting a pile of dirt.

The carriage went there, and Ning was short of sight. I saw a half-human corpse in the shallow pit of the wilderness. Looking at the skin color and muscle strength, it should be a powerful barbarian warrior.

He is well aware of the strength of the barren, and the more powerful barren warriors have the ability to resist the sword. And this powerful barbarian warrior was actually cut off with a sword, and half of the body was shaken here. I can imagine how fast the sword is and how strong the owner of the sword is.

"It is a great practitioner who knows the realm of destiny ... the strong men of the Xiling Temple seem to be really many."

Ning Que said to Sang Sang.

But for a moment, the sound of breaking the sky sounded again in the wasteland air, but this time the sound of breaking the sky was not like the previous roar. Instead, it was bleak, and it seemed to be much sharper.

Ning Que looked up and saw a bright sword light. High-speed skimming against the lower edge of the black cloud did not stab the carriage, but slanted obliquely into a slightly elevated meadow in front of the right.

The flying sword was so powerful that it penetrated the entire meadow directly, broke out from the other side of the meadow, carried a layer of black soil and grass scraps, and then fell to the ground. The bright sword body suddenly faded and appeared extremely decadent.

This flying sword is so powerful that only the strong who advances into the realm of knowledge can exhibit it.

Ning Que looked at the flying sword at the back of the meadow and found that there was a handle behind the sword. He immediately wanted to understand that the owner of the sword was the strong man of the sword sword in the Nanjin Dynasty, and most likely it was the strong man who had previously cut the savage soldier By.

A strong sword pavilion who knew his life was defeated in this way.

Ning Que looked up at the battlefield in the south, watching the stronger and stronger changes in the world's vitality, and watching the increasingly powerful sword light rune, the expression on his face became more and more serious.

The black horse-drawn carriage is still a long way from the battlefield, and has seen the departure of two strong men. So how many people are dying in this wasteland at this moment?

Ning Que's eyes suddenly flashed a very thin bright line, and then followed by countless.

He was looking at the battlefield in the south. The light reflected in his black eyes was naturally the scenery there.

In the distant wilderness battlefield, lightning and thunder began. Those lightnings were not as powerful as those in real nature, but they were very close to the ground, blinking and blinking constantly, seemingly chasing someone.

What kind of powerful people can call for lightning?

Ning Que confessed that if those lightnings were chasing themselves, they had no way to deal with it, they could only be hacked to death, and like the strong man in that state, he was not one or two in the wasteland at this time, and he brought Sang Sang. What can be changed there? Go to death peacefully or say that something else will happen as expected?

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Hundreds of thousands of people and countless war horses and vehicles appear in one place at the same time. That would be a terrible thing. No matter whether it is Chang’an City or the Xiling Temple, there is no way to complete the military parade, but on the vast wilderness of the desert, do n’t say it is lined up. The queue shows that even in a melee battle like now, there is still enough space.

The new grass just born on the wasteland was drowned with blood and trampled by horseshoes and had to end its life ahead of time. The grass roots were still there, the greenery was sold out, and the soil covered on the surface of the wilderness became floating dust, which rose up everywhere.

The war between the barren and the Xiling Temple Allied Forces has continued for several days.

Although it is called a natural warrior, although there are many strong men, the barren tribe still has no way to resist the entire world. At the beginning of the battle, it fell into the downwind, losing streak, and then retreating, but with thousands of years in the extreme cold The spirit of the domain polishing is struggling to support, but everyone knows that the deserted person has not been able to support it for too long.

The war between the Eighteenth Year of the Tang Dynasty and the 3449th year of Xiling Dazhi was very different from the countless wars of the past countless years.

In past wars, practitioners have always played an auxiliary role. Regardless of formations, runes, or swordsmen who are willing to perform assassination missions, they cannot decide the outcome of a war, and in this war, practitioners are very important.

The reason for this is that this war is a holy war launched by the Xiling Temple. Almost all practitioners in the Central Plains countries have come to the wilderness. The difference in order of magnitude has caused a great change in the mode of war.

The priests from the Xiling Temple, the Taoist practitioners from the Taoist temples of the various nations, the Taoist guests from the Southern Jinjian Pavilion, and the Dahe Mochiyuan, rare runes, and relying on the various formations, all joined the battle, on the wasteland battlefield. The world's vitality was controlled by countless ways of mind, disturbed by countless runes, and shaken by countless arrays of methods. It was rapidly changing and unrest, and even caused a dramatic change in the natural environment.

The wilderness in the late spring, heavy rain, heavy snow, morning dew, and wind appear from time to time, and then disappear, chaos on the battlefield, danger is everywhere. If it is not the wild man ’s innate body, the powerful warrior leader has secretly learned the magic of the Sect, only I am afraid that it will collapse under the first attack of the Central Plains practitioners and cavalry.

Although the barrens have braced themselves, in these battles, I do n’t know how many soldiers died or were seriously injured. Of course, more Central Plains cavalry died under their axe, and I do n’t know how many strong practitioners. Barren soldiers killed.

In short, today's wilderness battlefield is like a waterwheel, constantly pumping water from a stream formed by humans into the wilderness, but the water is human blood and flesh.

The invisible flesh and water waterwheel on the wasteland battlefield slowly stopped, and the warring parties temporarily withdrew their troops. The Xiling Temple Allied Forces and practitioners returned to the camp tiredly, while the soldiers in the Barren Tribe supported more tired bodies, walking in the wilderness, searching for the bodies of their own tribes and confirming their names.

In the center of the Xiling Temple Allied Forces, there is a giant dragon.

The giant dragon is three stories high, with a whole piece of bronze cast as a base, the railing on the dragon is pure gold, and the holy light flashes in the sun, as if to take away all the glory in the world. There is a platform on the shrine, the curtains are heavily locked, and you can't see the picture in the building. You can only see a very tall figure faintly.

In the entire wilderness, this tower on the top of the shrine is the highest, taller than the rolling meadow in the distance, and even gives the impression that the deck on the shrine seems to be higher than the goshawk flying in the sky.

The highest person is naturally the highest person.

The tall figure on the shrine is the master of the Xiling Temple ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The most mysterious figure in the spiritual world, has been the clan clan of the demons for twenty-three years, but in fact there is a saying that really The most mysterious person is the Xiling Temple.

But no one dared to describe him with the word mystery.

Even mysterious legends about the masters of the teachings have always had some awesome admiration.

The Xiling Temple is in charge of teaching, governing the Haotian Taoist gate, and has the right to establish emperors of all worlds, and enjoy the worship of believers in the world with supreme authority. In terms of power alone, he even surpasses the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

Such a big man standing on the top of the world, but few people have seen his true face. Master Zhang has never been to Taoshan, until now he has appeared on the wasteland.

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(Extremely sleepy, two chapters today, two tomorrow ’s chapters, because yesterday promised three chapters, then the four chapters will be updated the day after tomorrow Sunday, you ca n’t rest, or you wo n’t be back as soon as you relax, and please continue to support and urge, weekend Cast a monthly ticket during the season, this is an entertainment activity that can be carried out, thanks.) (Unfinished to be continued ...)