Chapter 569: There is a tourist in the mountains

Chen Changsheng ran all the way, his boots were broken with the mountain road, and smoked away, but for a moment, he had arrived at the mountainside.
He doesn't know how far away is Tianchi from the top of Hanshan Mountain. He only knows that he should seize the time and run as far as possible.
But at the next moment, he stopped, because he felt something was wrong.
He felt Shizhu getting hot.
There was a sudden thunder among the mountains. Was it the sound of hundreds of stones being forced to break the air?
Immediately afterwards was the sound of a cliff collapse.
The sound is getting closer and closer, and the stone beads transformed from the Tianshu monument are getting hotter and hotter, and even become a little hot.
Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared.
A thing came into his eyes, more precisely, into his eyes.
It was a seal. I didn't know what kind of stone was used for carving, and I didn't see anything strange.
The stone seal swayed gently in the wind.
The seal is tied around a person's waist.
It was the middle-aged scholar.
Then, Chen Changsheng saw hundreds of heavenly stones that came with middle-aged scholars.
Overwhelming, extraordinary momentum, obviously the extraordinary thing that limits his speed and tries to trap him, but it seems to be his adornment like the seal.
This is a mountain cliff with shallow pits dug out some years thought to be a sidewalk, and the stone pits were covered with moss.
Chen Changsheng is under the cliff, and middle-aged scholars are on the cliff.
"You humans like to do this kind of thing."
The middle-aged scholar looked at him calmly and said: "I don't know if the Tianshi Dazhen Fengshan is a game. I only know that this will seal you up in this mountain."
Chen Changsheng didn't answer the call because it didn't make sense.
Nor did he feel despair in his heart, because it was meaningless.
His consciousness fell on the black stone bead, preparing to enter Zhou Yuan for shelter.
He didn't know whether middle-aged scholars could directly break Zhou Yuan's space barriers-if he and Xu Yourong's inferences were correct, this person had infiltrated Zhou Yuan, then he entered Zhou Yuan in front of each other, Is not safe. But he was behind the cliff at this time, and he had already entered a desperate situation, so he had to try it.
To his shock or surprise, he failed to enter Zhou Yuan through the black stone.
Nothing happened, he was still in front of Han Shan's cliff.
I don’t know whether it is because the large array of Hanshan Tianshi closes all the space, or the law that middle-aged scholars are strong enough to affect the space at a close enough distance.
In short, he failed to enter Zhou Yuan and lost his last resort.
But he still did not despair.
He raised the unscaled sword, held the Tibetan front sheath, looked at the middle-aged scholar, his expression was calm.
It was an enemy he could not overcome, but what about that?
The middle-aged scholar's eyes showed a positive expression and said, "You should know my purpose."
Chen Changsheng nodded.
The middle-aged scholar said: "I will eat you slowly with a heart of pity."
Chen Changsheng said: "I will leave the final form of the magic sword of the mountain, and I will burn all the jade. Senior Su Li passed me a burning sword, and I can burn myself into a pool of ash."
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said: "Prepare to threaten me with death? Although the fresh prey will taste better, I don't mind giving some kindness, kill you first."
Chen Changsheng said: "But you never killed me."
Yes, if a middle-aged scholar really decides to kill him, whether he has a yellow paper umbrella, a thousand miles button, or that letter, he is already dead.
The middle-aged scholar smiled gradually and said with a blank expression: "In front of me, trying to die has not been so easy."
"I want to try it."
In Xunyang City, when Wang Po confronted Zhu Luo, he said these four words. He wanted to see if he could pierce Zhu Luo with a sword. Today in Hanshan, Chen Changsheng also said these four words. He wanted to try whether he could rob himself before the opponent and burn himself to ashes.
Wan Jian whispered in the sheath, preparing for the final charge, the envelope was squeezed in his hand, ready to release the final sword at any time.
True Yuan flows hard in the broken meridians, and the consciousness of the ocean creates a storm, preparing for the final burning.
When making this decision, he was really calm.
Of course, it is inevitable that some are still upset.
He still has a lot of things to do.
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Time passed slowly, Wan Jian still did not shed, he did not burn, he was still alive.
Not because the middle-aged scholar controlled his body, but because two people appeared in front of the cliff.
Two men came out of the vines by the cliff.
A man with white hair and a nervous expression, especially in the eyes of middle-aged scholars, is full of fear. The other person wears vicissitudes, but can't see the age. He wears an ordinary shirt and looks very calm, as if he was just a tourist looking for the scenery.
But he is certainly not an ordinary person.
Because when he appeared in the field, middle-aged scholars no longer looked at Chen Changsheng, but looked at him.
Previously on the banks of mountain roads and streams, neither Liu Qing nor Xiao De, nor the Hanshan Tianshi formation of Tianji old man, could really remove the sight of middle-aged scholars looking at Chen Changsheng because of his purpose of leaving the old snow town after a thousand years Is Chen Changsheng.
For middle-aged scholars, no one is more important than Chen Changsheng.
However, at this time he looked at the man who looked like a tourist, actually looked so serious.
The landscape on his face suddenly blurred, and then disappeared, revealing the original image.
Is this respect or vigilance? Who deserves his respect in the world? Need him to be vigilant? Tianhai? Pope? Or Baidi?
No, the man who looks like a tourist is obviously not one of the three saints.
But for middle-aged scholars, he deserves more respect and vigilance than the three saints.
The slightly cold wind roared between the cliffs, and the night sky was torn apart by thousands of pieces of heavenly stones, and it was still dim, even dire.
No one spoke for a long time, and the atmosphere between the cliffs seemed very strange.
The middle-aged scholar and the man who looked like a tourist did not speak to each other, and gradually wind and thunder accumulated at the intersection of sight, and then faded away, as if flowing clouds.
Chen Changsheng knew that the situation finally ushered in a turning point, because the man who looked like a tourist, who was this man?
He couldn't think of it at all. Apart from the Queen Mother, His Majesty the Pope, and the White Emperor, who else in the world could make middle-aged scholars take it so seriously that they temporarily let themselves go.
I don't know how long it has passed. The middle-aged scholar finally spoke, and his voice seemed extremely emotional, and it could even be said to be sentimental: "You did not die."
The man smiled slightly and said, "Your majesty is not dead, how can I die."
The middle-aged scholar looked at him and said: "But he is still dead."
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