Chapter 971： dead end

All the true kings of the clan settled down in Yuran Mountain, not knowing the passage of time.

When the moon was full and waning again that night, in the early morning of a certain day, in the twilight of the morning light, there was a sudden surge of wind and clouds in the white sky, only a few purple lightnings disappeared, and it was only after more than ten breaths that they came There was a rumbling continuous thunder.

More than ten streams of light flew up from the mountain, standing far away in all directions, everyone looked at one of the two figures standing on the top of the mountain, facing the rare transformation into a **** in this world, what was in their eyes was not joy, but full of joy. worried.

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And in the valley, an extremely small red maple tree was immersed in the vast spiritual energy, and was suddenly awakened by the thunder. It felt the dull and suppressed fluctuations from the sky, and instinctively moved towards As soon as the ground stabbed, the earth escaped immediately, leaving only a small pit on the ground, which disappeared.

On the top of the mountain, Cao Yu and Qin Ding are quietly looking at the robbing thunder in the sky that is constantly gathering power. In the dark clouds like ink, the silver-purple lightning flashes from time to time, dancing like wild snakes.

An extremely heavy feeling full of extinction weighed on the hearts of the two of them, but the force of the sky did not move, and it seemed that it would take a while to fully take shape.

Qin Ding, who was even older, had drooping eyes on his face, shimmering in the flickering purple thunder. He lowered his head and sighed, then turned to look at Cao Yu, but he was speechless. It's just that the emotions contained in the eyes are extremely complicated.

"Old man, this is a good thing!" Cao Yu stroked his white beard and smiled.

"Nowadays, the small world is no longer what it used to be in ancient times. The way for us Nascent Souls to use ancient methods to advance and transform into gods is gone. On the road to longevity, there is only the method of realizing the emptiness, so that we can fully understand the beauty of the emptiness, feed back on ourselves, and become a god." Transform the body of a **** to avoid such a catastrophe. Do you... have to cross?" Qin Ding said in a hoarse voice.

Hearing this, Cao Yu said freely and freely:

"Why would you say such a thing? How much lifespan does this old man have left? It's only 40 or 50 years. You and I are just passing through the world after all. Tomorrow dies, today dies, and another What's the difference? Besides, if it weren't for the changes in Yuran Mountain, which greatly increased the spiritual power of the world here, and briefly reappeared the grand scene of ancient practice, how could I have the opportunity to touch the bottleneck of transforming gods and trigger Lei Jie. Chance, even if its ending has long been doomed, is still a blessing. If I am afraid that I will retreat and live for dozens of years, I will definitely feel unwilling after death, and I will turn into a zombie and jump out of the coffin in anger."

"It's okay, I'll push you back when the time comes, and at most refine a batch of soul-relief nails to seal your coffin more tightly." Qin Ding said slowly.

Cao Yu smiled, clenched his fist with his right hand, and clasped his left hand in front of his chest. With a serious look on his face, he bowed solemnly and said in a deep voice:

"The future affairs of the clan will be left to you. It's just that there are still some things to ask for a few words on my brother's side. You also know that all parties are chasing the fire of the false spirit right now, and the result is not yet known. And two months ago , Luo Shan banned Piaomiao City, slaughtered a group of monks in the city, such as Yuanying Jindan in Hongyuelou, but Xuan Yu did not see the slightest reaction, so it can be seen that he has not yet broken through to transforming gods, otherwise he would not be so silent. Xuan Yu is old, and he can't break through now, and he has no chance in the future. This Nanzhou is still the Nanzhou of the Five Sects. Our clan guards the sacred mountains and blessed lands of Baimang Mountain, and we will act as before, and we must not make enemies with it. As for Ximo Naturally, five of them are in charge of the Yaozu and Haizu in Northern Xinjiang or Canggu Ocean, we listen to the instructions and not listen to the announcement, and control the relationship between each other, neither far nor close."

Speaking of this, he sighed helplessly, and then said: "Well, if Shi Heng can come back, what's the point of the old man giving up his cultivation to fulfill him? It's just a pity."

"Although our clan is weak now, it's better than him being so cautious in Xuanyuanzong." Qin Ding said rather angrily.

Cao Yu pressed his palm down slightly, and said with a smile:

"Shiheng has been in Xuanyuanzong for nearly 600 years. Everyone knows about this, so how can he withdraw so easily? In the past, Venerable Xifeng was also able to establish himself without any scruples after he transformed into a god. In this world In the end, you still speak with your fists, you are so old, and you still can't see through this, it's no wonder that your cultivation base has not improved at all after reaching the middle stage."

"You're talking nonsense, if it wasn't for the disgraceful methods that the Suanni clan did when we crossed the catastrophe, which drained our potential, how could I still be in the mid-Yuanying stage?" Qin Ding said.

"Okay, I don't want to argue with you too much. This tribulation thunder is almost brewing, you should go. My chances are slim this time, but there must be some chances in the dark, but if you stay here , if the power of the thunder disaster is a little bit stronger, not only me, but even you will die." Cao Yu said without changing his expression, looking at the dark clouds.

Qin Ding frowned slightly, and said goodbye with a worried look on his face, and then flew towards a Huangshan girl dozens of miles away.

"Cao Daoyou, do you have anything to say in the end?" Shi Xuan asked with an unchanged expression.

"We will continue to recuperate in Baimang Mountain, and we will not make enemies with the five sects of Nanzhou," Qin Ding said.

"Sure enough. I understand, but right now, apart from us in Baimang Mountain, there is only Wanjianmen, and the Zhengyang Sect can still see it. Pai, shall we take action?" Shi Xuan said slowly.

"Although the Zhengyang sect occupies the Zhengyang peak, Shiheng has promised to protect it for five hundred years, and the time has not yet come. As for the ten thousand sword gate, there are ten thousand swords hidden in the ancient chapter, although they are only at the initial stage~ www.novelhall.com~ But the strength is not inferior to that of the mid-term. Although we have many Nascent Souls here, except for Cao Yu and me, you are only in the early stage, and it is not easy to win Wanjianmen." Qin Ding Said calmly.

As he said that, dozens of purple thunders as thick as buckets fell towards the top of Yuran Mountain almost at the same time, but a figure rushed towards him.

Seeing this, Qin Ding couldn't help closing his eyes, and sighed:

"There are so many people who covet Wanjian Sword in the Three Realms. It's just that Wanjianmen is in Nanzhou, and there are five schools with such a huge reputation. Those old guys in Ximo and Beijiang dare not be too presumptuous. Although this sword collection is close in front of our eyes, it is not owned by our clan. In this world, the strong will be strong, the weak will perish, and the treasures are those with virtue. As long as we want to gain a foothold in Nanzhou, we cannot face Wan Jianjian What are you thinking about?"

At the time of the God Transformation Tribulation, whether it was Xuan Yu who was sitting on the edge of the clear lake in the valley in Nanzhou, or Luoshan who was in the misty secret realm, or the many late Nascent Soul monks who were crossing the feathers on the Canggu Ocean, It seems that I feel something in my heart, and an inexplicable sadness wells up in my heart.

This feeling is not because of Cao Yu, but because of the sadness of having no way to practice!

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