Panguan

He heard the bell in the distant mountain strike a second time, a "dang". Just as he was about to speak, he saw the white jade bell hanging around Chen Bu's waist knocking lightly, trembling without wind.

For a moment, the two masters and puppets were startled.

Then, Lao Mao's phantom of bird feathers all over his body exploded. Because he knew that the white jade bell was connected to the formation in the col, so it wouldn't ring easily at all.

Once it rings, it's a big deal.

He saw Chenbu held the jade bell in his hand and closed his eyes. Because of the connection between the puppet and the puppet master, he followed Chenbu and witnessed the scene of black mist raging around the mountain depression——

The soldiers are in chaos, and the mourning is everywhere.

Living things are like dead branches that have been sucked dry, becoming shriveled and falling to the ground the moment they are wrapped in black mist.

Screams were mixed with chirping and dogs barking, and there were people running away everywhere, and children from unknown families stood helplessly on the field road, crying with their mouths open. And the black mist that swept down like a tsunami was behind him, so close.

Lao Mao even forgot that this was just a virtual scene he saw thousands of miles away. The giant wings spread out in an instant, as if to block the catastrophe for those people.

The scene at that moment was extremely real.

He seemed to feel that the hurricane lifted all his wing feathers, the black mist covered the sky and the sun was coming, and the ink-colored and gilt giant wings were about to collide——

Lao Mao narrowed his eyes, but he didn't wait for the expected impact.

...

The black mist stopped in front of the tip of the nose, and the light gold mark floating faintly on the thick black surface almost touched him, but didn't really touch him.

Those scenes were reflected in his pupils, stretching like a hundred years in an instant——

He saw the black mist that caused the disaster suddenly recede at an extremely fast speed, like a giant wolf sucking in air, going back and forth from where it came from.

The place where the black mist comes from is the mountain depression, but the eye of the formation is beyond the dust itself.

The disaster will not dissipate for no reason, and the situation will not be reversed for nothing. It is the dust that will not be able to gather all those rushing and scattered things at the critical moment.

This is the fastest way, and the only one right now.

Because apart from the dust, there is no other person here who can suppress such a heinous disaster.

So Lao Mao was lucky at first, and he was relieved.

Chen Wuhuo has cultivated hundreds of millions of mortal relationships, and this scene just now is just one of them. Although it is difficult, it does not hurt the root.

But the next moment he froze.

He remembered what the faintly floating pale golden mark was...

That's damnation...

The mountain temple clock strikes for the third time, which is but a moment in the long world.

In an instant, the world was turned upside down.

They couldn't drink the pot of tea that was cooking on Songyun Mountain.

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At that time, Zhong Si led a horse into the Chengguan a hundred miles away.

It was the month of the end of the year, and the gods were worshiped everywhere. The curfew was lifted in the city, and the Lashi market was bustling as soon as it opened, with a long string of lanterns hanging all over the city. The god-worshipping mask is hung on a high pole, similar to the one worn by Chen Bubu down the mountain.

When he received the letter from Bu Ning, he was stopping in front of a certain stall to pick out rare gadgets, and that jar of special stone chess pieces was meant to be sent to Bu Ning.

But when he unfolded the gold-patterned paper, the chess pieces were overturned.

He slapped the horse rope on the vendor's chest, hurriedly said "I'll see you off", then turned to go to the back of the city wall, and before he even had time to get out of the city, he opened a gate leading directly to where Chen Bubu was.

He fell to the ground on that end, and could no longer speak.

He went up Songyun Mountain when he was less than 5 years old, and went down the mountain when he was crowned. He has entered countless cages and sent off countless people. It wasn't until that day when he saw Master that he realized that there are so many predestined relationships in the world...

There are so many that you can't see the side when you gather together, so many that you can turn thousands of mountains and forests into a purgatory, and pull cyclists into the dirt. From being respected by everyone to avoiding them like snakes and scorpions, it seems to be just a moment.

So much... He felt as if he hadn't learned anything in the past ten years. Otherwise, how could they have spent all they had, and they still couldn't reduce the mortal fate on Master's body.

The letter paper that was handed down could not fly up the mountain, and the talisman paper crumpled into ashes in the black mist before it was formed, and fell into the long-scorched weeds. And Bu Ning's formation stone was crushed into fine powder and caught in the wind.

He couldn't care less about anything.

I don't know who came and who left, who hasn't received the news, and who joined the battle. He only tried all the methods he knew almost mechanically, and then turned his head in the mud, dust and sticky wet fog.

He said something to someone, and seemed to have a wry smile. At first glance, he looked as usual. But even he himself didn't know what he said.

Only after a long time, I heard Bu Ning's hoarse answer behind me.

Bu Ning said: "...Master taught me a formation."

That sentence was actually very light, so light that Bu Ning might not even want to say it, but Zhong Si heard it. Even if everything that happened that day was blurred like a dream, he still remembered that sentence.

He stared at Bu Ning's bloodless face: "Which day did you teach, and what formation."

Bu Ning replied: "Before going down the mountain... seal the formation."

That was the last thing Chen Budou taught him, and it was different from any formations he had ever taught. That burst of eyes fell on the door of death, leaving almost no room for it.

Bu Ning said at the time: "Master, this battle is too fierce, I'm afraid I won't be able to use it in my life."

Chen Buhui said: "That's a good thing."

But after a long time, he looked at Bu Ning and added: "Didn't you like to stay behind since you were a child, just treat it as a gift from me?"

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