Hundreds of hands fell on the iron arrow. Some of the hands were covered in rotten boils, some of the hands were as thin as firewood, and most of the hands were only left with bones. The color of the bones was also very gloomy, not white, but rather gray.
The iron arrow was finally stopped by hundreds of broken hands. But the power of the God-stunning Array still fell on Long Qing through the hundreds of hands. He took people's Divine Sense and souls and used the hands of hundreds of dead people. Naturally, he had to bear all the power from those hands, whether it was victory or hostility.
The power of the iron arrow was like a flood. Because of the final pause, it was released in an instant without any leakage.
Long Qing retreated quickly on the city wall. His feet were like ploughs, cutting countless bricks on the city wall and leaving two deep ravines.
The city wall of Chengjing City was seven miles long.
He retreated seven miles, leaving a ravine of seven miles on the city wall.
Finally, he couldn't stand still. He broke through the arrow mound on the city wall and fell down heavily in the flying bricks and stones.
With a swish, the last remaining power flew away with the iron arrow. No one knew where it went.
The papal cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace near the city wall heard the strange sound and hurried to help. It took them a lot of effort to pull Long Qing out of the stones and wood on the ground.
Long Qing's face was pale like a dead man. He was about to say something, but then he covered his mouth and coughed painfully.
In the eyes of the cavalrymen of the Divine Hall, he was like a god. They had never seen him like this. The people under the city wall suddenly fell into a dead silence.
After a while, Long Qing finally calmed down a little. He looked at the sky where the iron arrow had disappeared and was deep in thought. There was no fear in his eyes at all.
Suddenly, the wind and snow all over the sky stopped, as if Haotian was showing a miracle. At the last moment, the lightning in the clouds became extremely dense, like the reflection of a dying patient, which made people on the ground feel awe.
Only Long Qing could see the cotton-padded jacket appeared again, covered with dust, above the clouds. Then there was a green robe fluttering in the distance, reflecting the beautiful sunlight, like an immortal.
The two figures disappeared quickly. The next moment, the Drunkard appeared. He looked at the direction where the two disappeared and turned to Long Qing with a complicated look, as if he wanted to do something.
Long Qing remained calm and slightly bowed to the Drunkard.
The Drunkard was silent for a while and then disappeared without doing anything.
Until then, Long Qing was completely relaxed and his face became pale again.
The strange phenomenon in the north of Yan Kingdom today was the aftermath of the chase of the three powerhouses of the Limitless State. The Abbey Dean, the Eldest Brother, and the Drunkard, especially the first two, were too close to each other. They formed turbulence in the interlayer of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, which the lightning and of the wind and snow came from. What happened today would be repeated in the human world in the future. It would evolve into many fairy tales and frighten many ordinary people.
Long Qing knew that the chase would not stop until one of the three found her first, and the disorder of the Qi of Heaven and Earth would stop. For the three, it was the most important and decisive thing. It would not matter even if the human world became a sea of fire. That was why the Drunkard wanted to kill him, but he did not do it.
Facing the Drunkard's killing intent, Long Qing was very calm. Only in this way could he avoid a head-on fight with the Drunkard. He did not think that he could defeat the real legend in the cultivation world. But his calmness also came from his confidence. He knew that his Master would be the final winner in this shocking Limitless Pursuit.
The Drunkard started late, and the Eldest Brother could not ignore the joys and sorrows of the human world like the Abbey Dean and the Drunkard. As long as he cared about the human world, he could not really leave.
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In this Limitless Pursuit, only a few people knew about it, but it would change the whole history. Just as Long Qing predicted, the Eldest Brother was at a disadvantage from the beginning. Maybe it was for this reason that he showed up in Chengjing City and hit Long Qing. He wanted to see if he could make the Abbey Dean stop for a moment, and he also wanted to do something to solve some problems for the Academy and his Younger Brothers and Sisters.
Unfortunately, just like what he sensed in Linkang City and the capital of the Kingdom of Song, Long Qing was very powerful now. It would be hard to kill him if he did not concentrate. This assassination against Long Qing was not the result of the Academy's plan. It was a spontaneous decision. Ning Que's arrow was shot because he sensed the anomaly in the east.
At that time, his spirit and boldness had been used up in the first two arrows. Naturally, it was difficult to kill him. But he still shot. He wanted to see how powerful Long Qing was now, because he did not want to miss such an opportunity.
Long Qing was definitely the one who knew Ning Que best in this world. Although Ning Que had never regarded him as the so-called life-long enemy, he knew a lot about him. Through Ye Hongyu and Cheng Lixue, he knew many things that Long Qing had experienced, whether it was the Grey Eyes cultivation method, betraying Taoism, or sucking the consciousness and cultivation of many powerhouses from the Divine Hall in the You Prison. So he wanted to test Long Qing.
Ning Que felt it was a pity that the iron arrow did not kill Long Qing, but he did not care too much. Just like what Jun Mo said to the Chief Monk of Scripture on the cliff plateau, except for a few people, the Academy never thought that there was no one who could not be killed.
If he did not kill him today, he would wait until tomorrow.
"Thank you, Senior Brothers." Ning Que bowed to the west and then to the east.
He dismantled the iron bow and put it into the box. He tidied up his luggage and clothes and walked to the side of the city wall. He remembered that he saw the Empress jump down here many years ago. She was so resolute and happy at that time.
Yes, sometimes one should be resolute in doing things, so that one could find happiness.
Thinking of this, Ning Que turned around and bowed to Chang 'an again.
Then he jumped down from the city wall.
A moment later, a dull crash sounded outside the city wall.
Gravel flew everywhere, and smoke and dust rose.
When the dust settled, a big pit appeared on the ground outside the city.
Ning Que's figure had disappeared.
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This was the coldest winter in a thousand years. The wind and snow swept across the whole continent, and even the harbor of Yue Kingdom was frozen. In this winter, the West-Hill Divine Palace completely suppressed the New Stream. The former World Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism, Ye Su, was burned to death in the capital of the Kingdom of Song. The Great Divine Priest of Judgment, Ye Hongyu, betrayed Haotian Taoism.
The Chief Monk of Scripture of Xuankong Temple was trapped in the depths of the Prajna Peak, and no one knew when he could get out. Jun Mo waved the iron sword and continued his battle in the underground world with tens of thousands of slaves. The dawn was getting closer and closer, and victory was in sight. But at the same time, the elite cavalry of the Right King's Palace and the reinforcements of the White Tower Temple were also approaching.
Yu Lian and Tang led the Desolate Man's tribe in the Eastern Wilderness for the last time. Ning Que, who was supposed to guard Chang 'an, suddenly left. No one knew where he went.
The Abbey Dean, Chen Mou, the Eldest Brother of the Academy, and the Drunkard were missing. The three most powerful cultivators in the Limitless State disappeared at the same time. No one found any trace of them in the human world, and no one knew where they went.
Even though the whole human world was disturbed by the whereabouts of these powerful cultivators, the human world had to return to the human world, and the war was still going on. The cold winter was finally over, and it was the early spring of the next year. The Tang Empire, besieged by the whole world, faced the war silently and firmly.
The war in the Yan Kingdom was in a stalemate. The Tang Empire lacked warhorses, and the number of cavalry was much less than in previous years. It was difficult for them to take the risk and attack with full force. The journey of the Desolate Man's tribe to the south was also greatly hindered. The Left King's Palace, which was already in decline, had received strong support from the Divine Halls, especially from Long Qing and more than two thousand cavalrymen of the Divine Halls. The Helan City in the depths of the Tianqi Mountains had not been opened, and the elusive Yu Lian did not appear in the Golden Tent. Maybe it had something to do with these things.
To the relief of the Tang Empire, Taoism seemed to be facing more problems. The Great Divine Priest of Judgment, Ye Hongyu, was still alive. She kept meeting the devout believers in the Great River Kingdom, which directly caused chaos in Taoism. With the full support of the Great River Kingdom, Ye Hongyu began to support the New Stream. She accused Hierarch Xiong Chumo and other divine priests and deacons of the Divine Halls of West-Hill as shameless traitors who tried to pretend to be the spokesperson of Haotian.
After a short period of suppression, the New Stream ushered in a period of rapid development. With the support of the Tang Empire and the Great River Kingdom, and the secret connivance of the Divine Halls of Judgment, the New Stream could be seen everywhere.
Ye Su's disciples and the disciples of the Sword Garret led by Cheng Ziqing continued to travel and preach. The once weak flame gradually became bigger. More and more Taoist believers began to worship the Saint called Ye Su in their homes. As for whether Ye Su was willing to do so, no one cared.
The Divine Halls of West-Hill was enraged. They issued several edicts to erase the sacredness of Ye Hongyu. However, the inheritance of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment had its own rules. The Hierarch could not interfere at all. He could only continue to smear her moral character and faith.
The next thing to be done was of course to purge the New Stream. However, Ye Hongyu had secretly prepared a lot. Those loyal to her had already sneaked into the darkness. The bloody purge became meaningless. At this moment, everyone including the Hierarch realized that it was not wise to force Ye Hongyu to betray the New Stream.
Taoism was thus divided. The Divine Halls of West-Hill felt like it was in a precarious situation. Therefore, the suppression of the New Stream was intensified to a frightening extent.
There were dead people everywhere. Corpses of the New Stream believers were nailed to wooden frames on both sides of the road. With the cawing of crows, blood became the theme of the year in the human world.
However, faith was like weeds. The more you cut, the more it would burn. Next year, it would grow thicker and thicker. Taoism knew very well what kind of danger was hidden behind the blood. To solve the problem of the New Stream, they had to start from the root. That was to kill Ye Hongyu, the Great Tang and the Great River Kingdom.
Thousands of cavalrymen of the Divine Halls and more soldiers of the South Jin Kingdom were looking at the Great River Kingdom on the other side of the river. Zhao Nanhai was leading them. The middle-aged priest was nowhere to be found. Many people guessed that he had returned to the Zhishou Abbey.
The war had begun, but it had not yet entered the final stage. Many people were waiting for the result of the battle between the Golden Palace and the Northern Battlefront Army of the Tang Empire. They were waiting for the return of the most powerful cultivators.
In the suffocating atmosphere, no one noticed that a new butcher shop had opened in a small town in the South Jin Kingdom. The town was facing the north.
There was no need to mention the importance of the battle between the Great Tang and the Golden Palace. But what about those who had left the human world? They left because they had discovered a possibility. The Abbey Dean had confirmed that fact. They wanted to find that person.
What would they do when they found that person? Some wanted to kill her, some wanted to save her, and some had no idea what to do at all. There were different kinds of people. But since those people had not returned to the human world, it meant that they had not found her yet. Yes, even if they were the most powerful cultivators in the Distanceless State, it was still difficult to find her.
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There was a Snow-capped Peak in the far north, far away from the Central Plains or the human world. To be more precise, it was the furthest from the human world. No matter where one went to the north, he or she would eventually reach the foot of the Snow-capped Peak and the frozen Hot Sea.
This was the coldest place in the world. Breath would turn into frost, and water droplets would turn into ice. Even the hardest steel could not withstand the freezing for a long time. The buildings by the Hot Sea were mainly made of wood and animal skins.
This used to be the home of the Desolate Man. After the Desolate Man moved south, they left behind many shabby houses, which became a paradise for cold-resistant animals, such as snow foxes and long-tailed rats.
There was no such thing as early spring under the Snow-capped Peak. The wind and snow kept howling like before, and thick clouds covered the night sky. It was a starless night, and the bright moon could not be seen. It was extremely dark everywhere, including the Snow-capped Peak.
In a house abandoned by the Desolate Man, a light was suddenly turned on, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark environment. Strangely, a dozen long-tailed rats squatted at the root of the cedar tree, gnawing on the smelly fruits, but did not dare to approach it, as if there was a creature that they were afraid of living there.
The light shone through the window, illuminating the snow-covered path in front of the house. After a while, footsteps were heard, and a woman came over with a heavy bucket.
The woman walked slowly with her hands on her waist. She looked a little clumsy, and spilled a lot of water as she walked. Because of the cold, the water that spilled over the edge of the bucket was instantly frozen into the shape of quicksand. Strangely, the water in the bucket was not frozen, and there was not even a thin layer of ice on the surface. It was even steaming, and the dim yellow light was dispersed.
What was even more surprising was that the clothes the woman wore were also very thin. On her somewhat old green clothes, the flowers woven with exquisite embroidery had been worn out. However, she didn't seem to feel the slightest bit of cold and just walked like this.
Entering the hut, the woman put the bucket in the corner, and then walked to the table by the window. She looked in a certain direction and began to stare blankly.
She was a little plump, or to be precise, a little fat. Her waist was a little thick, and her movements were a little clumsy. What was puzzling was that her waist was a little too thick.
The light fell on her eyebrows and eyes. She still looked very young, as young as she had been in the past ten thousand years. Her expression was still so indifferent. Even when she looked at the Snow-capped Peak, she gave people a sense of condescension.
She was, of course, Sangsang.
Or Haotian.
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(The great, beautiful, plump, my heroine has finally appeared again. I'm secretly excited and clenched my fists. This feeling is so good … I'm willing to give her all my monthly tickets. Alright, I'm willing to play all the shameless things, just to make her and you happy. That's all.)
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