Chapter 135: Raptors want to cross the river

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read2();　　 Deep in the endless mountains, in an unknown place, a misty valley.
　　 One of the top ten forces in the Central Plains, where the gate of the Shenji Pavilion is located.
In the valley, two tall pavilions piercing the sky stand upright, exuding the breath of time from ancient times to the present. The Shenji Pavilion has been passed down for a long time. The existence of the Shenji Valley double pavilion is also unclear. Perhaps it already existed before the rise of the human race. .
Countless organ cranes hovered and flew between the clouds and mist. In the past, these organ cranes would fly into the high pavilion in groups, and then the intelligence under their feet would be taken out by a series of phantoms, and they were classified into different categories, but today is different. , The doors of each floor of the two pavilions of the universe were closed tightly, and the people in the two pavilions went to the empty space, and it seemed a little quiet.
　　The Shenji Pavilion trial and arbitration started today. All the disciples in the Pavilion participated in the trial except for walking outside.
Under the double pavilions of Shenji Valley, there is a huge circular square. In the center of the square, a high platform rises from the ground. The rest of the square is circular and spreads out. Thousands of phantoms sit on the ground from the inside out, staring at the center, all over the body. There is a strong aura from up and down, and everyone has faintly reached the cultivation level above the real realm.
　　 On the high platform, the two stood, looking at each other.
　　 A human elder wearing a white robe with white beard and hair. The time and space within his eyes change, the origin and the dying, and the other is a black phantom, his face is vague, but there is a purple vertical eye on the brow, which is breathtaking.
　　 After a short period of calm, the white-robed old man took the lead and said:
　　 "In the name of the master of the Shenji Pavilion and the Zhou Pavilion, I initiated the trial and arbitration, and tried to judge the master of the Yu Pavilion for violating the precepts of the Shenji Pavilion, participating in the struggle for the throne of the dynasty, and provoking the Zhao family, the lord of Great Xia.
　　 "Evidence." The voice of the black phantom sounded, and the voice was sharp, like metal rubbing, which was heart-palpiting.
　　 "Provide Daxia Regent King Wu Empress's method of sanctification, but this method seems ordinary, but in fact it is insidious. If this method is adopted, Daxia will be chaotic." The voice of the Lord Yuge is old, but full of breath.
　　 "In the legacy of the old pavilion master, there is no saying that it cannot help others to become holy. Why am I wrong?"
　　 The white-robed human race old man stepped forward, his face was gloomy, and he shouted angrily:
　　 "Pavilion Master Yuge, what do you intend to do when you provide this method? Everyone knows! Still sophistry?"
"Sophistry? Why do I want to sophistry, I'm just not reconciled, a small human dynasty, dare to override me, my Shenji Pavilion has survived six dynasties, and Daxia is less than a hundred years old, why? All pavilions today Middle disciple is here, let me ask, are you willing?"
　　The black shadow on the stage, purple vertical eyes looking around the entire square, the voice resounded like a thunder god, resounding throughout the valley of the gods.
　　 Then Yu Ge Ge advocated opening his arms and let out a roar and roar:
"I'm not convinced, I'm not reconciled to avoid the world in this corner of the endless mountain, do you want to stay in this valley for the rest of your life, even the Central Plains dare not step into it, ordinary people have less than a hundred years of life, and they are cultivated as high-powered people. It is also a thousand years at most, and my clan can be said to be immortal. Are you really willing to hide in these two attics and spend this endless life?"
　　 The voice fell, and there was silence in the square. After a while, the phantoms sitting on the ground stood up one after another, showing their full momentum, and went straight to the sky, but the number of people still sitting was less than one-tenth.
　　 After a long silence, the white-robed old man suddenly sighed, his old voice brought loneliness:
"Did you forget the disaster that destroyed the pavilion a hundred years ago, and you are going to repeat the same mistakes now. I am a human being, but I am also the pavilion master of the Shenji pavilion. I am in the long river of time. I have seen huge cause and effect and disasters. I don’t want to pass on the god-jige pavilion, which is about to be 100,000 years old, and cut it off in my hands, otherwise I will face the old pavilion master in Jiuquan."
　　 "Zao Wou-ki has been missing for nearly forty years. Why is Da Xia supported by a few people?"
　　 "It is arrogant. Starting today, Zhou Pavilion will close the pavilion for one year, and you will wait for it to do it yourself."
　　 The figure of the white-robed old man disappeared in place, and one-tenth of the phantom shadows below also disappeared.
　　 After a while, the Zhou Pavilion, which went straight into the sky, shook, and slowly sank to the bottom of the valley. Only one of the two pavilions of the Shenji Valley remained.
Leaving only one Yuge Pavilion, the figure of Yuge Pavilion Master slowly rose into the air, the purple vertical eyes on his forehead became more and more mysterious, and then a purple light shot out, and a purple light door appeared in the void, leaving a faint light In a word, the figure stepped into it and disappeared.
　　 "Either come or die. It's a big tone. Then, let's see if your Daxia river can hold down my Shenji Pavilion raptor."
　　 The night is deeper, and the moon is in the sky.
Wan Lai, a small town on the edge of the Taoist Palace, was quiet, and a soft door opening sounded. Chu Yanyan, who was wrapped in a quilt, poked his head out of the room, tiptoedly walked into the courtyard, and took a deep breath, feeling When the cold air was inhaled into my lungs, I felt that the irritability in my heart was reduced a lot.
Since her father said that at dinner, she has been unable to fall asleep and dreams. Although her father is kind, he is obsessed with books, and has a profound vision, but he has a very high vision. Generally speaking, the so-called young talents are completely out of his eyes. , Since Dad said that he is Qianyuan True Dragon, then this young man must be the one who is unique in the world.
　　 "I don't know if it is good or bad."
　　Yanyan The girl thought to herself in her heart. Suddenly, she felt that the distance from the boy next door had stretched a lot. There was only one wall, but it seemed to be separated from the sky and the earth.
In the moonlight, the girl lowered her head, and the figure wrapped in a quilt was pacing back and forth. In another courtyard separated by a wall, a light slowly turned on. Yan Yan felt that the scenery below her feet was a little brighter. The light suddenly appeared, and he suddenly raised his head.
　　 The wonderful thing about Endless Mountain is that the first second was three rounds of scorching sun in the Qiuyue Fortress, shining brightly, and the next second when it returned to Chunhua Fortress, it was already covered with stars and the moon, and the night was quiet.
　　 Without disturbing the others, Zhao Yu quietly returned to the Kuchayuan in the eastern suburbs of Shenjing.
He sat down under the bare pomegranate tree again, let Liang Po burn a cylinder of hot water, and soaked his feet comfortably. The caring rouge girl beside him had already soaked a cup of bitter tea and handed it to Zhao Yu. After taking a sip, he immediately washed away his fatigue.
　　 In the past few days, I have seen blood, killed people, and killed the incarnation of God, but it is still the most comfortable and nostalgic at the moment. Zhao Yu leaned his body on the recliner behind him, propped his head with his right hand, and closed his eyes slightly.
　　 suddenly felt a pair of small feet sticking into the bucket, stepping on the back of his insteps, smooth and warm, opened his eyes, rouge red cheeks came into view.
　　 It is better than rouge without applying rouge. She is the most touching pastel in the world.