Way of Choices

Before the opening of Zhou Garden, when the rainbow was not alive, Lishan had entered a state of full alertness. Komatsu Palace and the three elders of the commandment hall sat in various places on the mountain road, and the large array of mountains and swords was hidden in the depths of the cloud. Prepared for the beheading of the enemy who committed the future, but still failed to be foolproof. It was not until the head of the mountain used the real sword to scream, that the rainbow was stabilized, and at the same time the heterogeneous breath of the rainbow was completely eliminated. Unfortunately, but It was too late to stop the demon from closing Zhou Yuan's door.

If you want to reopen the gate of Zhou Garden and let hundreds of human practitioners enter it, in addition to the formation of many powerful men outside Hanqiu City, the most important thing is still the rainbow from the mountain. After all, the key is Here, in the past period of time, there was silence from the mountain. Everyone was paying attention to the movement of the summit. At this time, watching the master finally came out of the cave, the people who waited for a long time came up, bowed their salutes, Komatsu Gong looked dignified and asked, "Brother, how is the situation?"

Looking at the night sky in the east from the head of the mountain, looking at the still bright star, he said: "In the early morning, Zhou Yuan can restart."

Listening to this remark, Komatsu Palace breathed a sigh of relief, but found that the brother-in-law's expression was still grim, especially in the eyes of Jinghu's sword-like faintness, which caused great discomfort and asked, "Are there any other changes?"

The head of the mountain withdrew his gaze to the east, followed the rainbow, and fell to the location of Hanqiucheng in the north. He said: "There are big things happening in Zhou Garden, and there are already signs of collapse. I don’t know the people inside. Will it last until early morning?"

The disciples of Lishan Jianzong who were present were shocked, but they did not dare to make a noise. After a while, an elder of the commandment hall asked anxiously, "How else?"

If the head of the mountain is silent, people naturally understand the meaning. A disciple asked: "How is the brother now?"

Following his questioning, many disciples from Lishan turned their eyes to the closed door of Dongfu. For the younger generation of disciples from Lishan, it seemed that they could not be any trouble to the master, although they knew that his realm was Surely I can’t reach the uncles, but I still subconsciously put hope on him.

The head of Lishan looked at the disciples and said: "In order to reopen the door of Zhouyuan as soon as possible, your brother and sister burned almost all the blood of the real dragon in your body, and you want to be faster? Do you want him to abandon his practice? Or Say he died under this rainbow?"

The disciples were startled again, and dared not say more.

Just then, a voice came from the cave house: "Master, disciple... I want to try again."

This voice is so tired, it seems extremely weak, but it is still as bright and bright as usual, and the emotion in the voice is still calm, calm, confident, firm, and more importantly, this voice is still as usual In that way, no matter what the situation is, there is no depression, and it has a free and easy meaning.

Listening to this voice, the disciples felt some peace of mind somehow, just like in normal days.

Looking at Dongfu from the head of the mountain, Shen Sheng said: "If you try again, you may be dead."

The voice disappeared for a moment, and then it rang again, still calm and extremely firm: "Sister Sister is still in Zhou Yuan."

This is the reason, this is the truth, this is the reason and truth that all the world knows and is willing to believe. For the first time in the seemingly calm voice of his most beloved disciple, the head of Lishan had real anxiety for the first time. How did he endure it?

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Everywhere is the depth of the grassland where the energy storm falls, the mausoleum is surrounded by a violent hurricane, the water on the grassland has been evaporated and the wet mud has become dry gravel, and the wind is between the sky and the earth. Dancing wildly, sand and dust drifted in from the edge of the yellow paper umbrella, dimming the light.

Xu Yourong leaned on Chen Changsheng's shoulder and said softly, "Will we die?"

Not long ago, she was just pulled back from the edge of death. At this time, she was very weak, both physical and mental. Chen Changsheng's eyes crossed the edge of the yellow paper umbrella, staring at the ten stone pillars in the wind and sand around the tomb, thinking of the results of her previous calculations, carrying out some kind of comparison, and suddenly listening to her words, thinking and saying : "Maybe... but I won't let you die."

Xu Yourong said softly: "If you didn't give me blood before, I was already dead, but I wasn't afraid of death at that time, but I was scared at this time. I don't know why."

Chen Changsheng looked at her eyes and said, "Or... is it because you have a reason to live?"

Xu Yourong thought for a while and said, "Maybe."

Chen Changsheng laughed heartily and said, "I am very happy."

Xu Yourong looked at him and said with a smile: "I am also very happy, but the more this is, the less I want to die."

Chen Changsheng said seriously: "Yes, so I'm thinking about how to survive."

Xu Yourong joked: "Are you very good at finding a way?"

"No, but how to survive this kind of thing... I think more often."

After finishing this sentence, he continued to observe the wind and sand around the mausoleum, especially the pictures of a place that was covered with white grass and now covered with gravel and monster bodies. Many monsters have died, more monsters are fighting against the storm, or are swept by the storm, and death will come sooner or later, except for the yellow paper umbrella in front of the main entrance of the tomb. From anywhere, these once powerful and violent lives can be sheltered.

Just then, a black shadow crossed the violent energy turbulence and the whistling wind and sand, and came to the front entrance of the mausoleum like lightning, followed the tiny gap of the edge of the yellow paper umbrella, came inside the umbrella, and fell heavily. On the heavy stone door of the mausoleum, the smashed stone door made a muffled sound, and several cracks were formed on it.

It is a bird that can avoid the energy storm released by the Tianshu monument, ignore the wind and sand, and almost knock the main entrance of the mausoleum... The bird was covered with hair and looked unbeautiful. The right paw was crippled and covered with blood. It looked like a pheasant who had just been born from the Orion arrow.

The pheasant slipped from the center of the crack in the stone door, fell to the ground, stood up with one foot, twisted his neck, flapped his wings, fanned the ash and water on the wings, and seemed a little satisfied. , And then looked at the sky and sand at the edge of the yellow paper umbrella, and issued a few angry tweets. The space under the yellow paper umbrella is very small. The gravel from this pheasant fell on the head and face of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong. The two couldn't help but cough.

Listening to the cough, the pheasant remembered something. The bizarre, golden-eyed pupils turned around twice, and then suddenly became very quiet, without looking at Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong. , Quietly backing away, seeming to avoid their sight. The problem is that there is such a big place under the umbrella, where can it avoid?

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(Not Nanke, not Suzaku. It must be different from Yi Xiaofan. In the next chapter, before 7 o'clock, there will be less updated word count today.)

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