It had been snowing since last night. Chang 'an had turned into a black and white cloth, embroidered with palace eaves, Taoist temples, lakes, and mountains. One of the roads was foggy and gloomy.
Ning Que placed a lot of needles on that area and sewed it tightly. He wanted to sew up those cracks or embroider a new flower so that the dimmed area could regain its brilliance.
Unfortunately, he realized it too late. He didn't place enough needles. The Abbey Dean could always find a place to stand and saw him before he fixed the God-stunning Array.
Ning Que and the Abbey Dean saw each other from afar, separated by a long street that was covered by wind and snow.
The Abbey Dean had been injured while walking through Chang 'an. His Taoist robe was stained with blood, but he didn't fall.
They didn't meet, but they had already met.
The moment they met, the winner had been decided.
Ning Que knew he had lost.
Mo Shanshan glanced at him and scattered the stones in the deerskin bag on the street. Then she left.
He took the array eye pestle and held the hilt tightly.
If it was in the past, he would have left immediately once he was sure he had failed. But he didn't do that today.
It had nothing to do with courage, but confidence.
Because he believed that he could win in the end.
Because he was in Chang 'an.
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The Abbey Dean glanced at the other end of the street through the snow and wind.
The array eye pestle in Ning Que's hand suddenly became extremely hot. The place where his palm touched the pestle made a sizzling sound, with green smoke and a pungent smell.
This was the first time Ning Que and the Abbey Dean had really touched each other since the morning. Only with the power of the God-stunning Array could he not be controlled by the Abbey Dean's eyes.
The power of the God-stunning Array spread to the street through the array eye pestle, protecting his body and mind. The array eye pestle was a passage, which had endured an unimaginable amount of aura of Heaven and Earth and rapidly heated up.
This kind of burning pain not only fell on his palm, but also fell on his heart.
But he still looked calm and said nothing. Since it was hot, he could fight.
"Even in Chang 'an, you are still too weak."
The Abbey Dean's voice came from more than ten miles away, which couldn't be covered by the snow and wind.
Ning Que looked at the other side of the wind and snow and said, "In Chang 'an, I know everything, so you have never been able to catch up with me. Now I want to try and see if I can be omnipotent."
As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his saber and slashed down.
The Psyche Power in his sense of perception overflowed and spread to all directions of Chang 'an through the array eye pestle in his hand. It came to the houses in the 365 streets and alleys in the Eastern City, to the green bricks and old stones that had weathered countless years of wind and rain, to the five lakes in the Western City, and to the pavilions and terraces.
An ancient and desolate aura spread out from the cracks between the bricks, slowly rising from the depths of the lake covered in ice and snow, and from the depths of the foundations of the pavilions and towers.
The old beams creaked, and the limestone slabs produced dust that had accumulated over the years. The hot springs that gushed out from the bottom of the five lakes became hotter and hotter. Countless pearl-like bubbles gushed out, and the fish desperately fled in the boiling lake water.
If you go, you come back.
The God-stunning Array sensed the summoning of the Psyche Power from the Array Eye Pestle and returned the boundless aura of heaven and earth to the Vermilion Bird Avenue, to the front of him, and to the front of his blade.
Ning Que chopped the city out with one chop.
On the Snow Street, there were countless slash marks. With a sizzling sound, they broke the walls and cut the ground.
These slash marks were in pairs, and each pair was a "Yi", a powerful Divine Talisman.
These slash marks condensed the aura of heaven and earth of Chang 'an and were extremely powerful. Each slash mark was above the Five States and blocked the entire Vermilion Bird Avenue.
The slash marks were like cutting grass, and killing people was like cutting grass.
The eaves and walls were broken, the beams were broken, and the stones and gravel were all shattered. Everything it touched was like withered grass.
The slash marks came with the city.
The Abbey Dean's indigo robe trembled slightly, and then he disappeared.
A slash fell on the street, and with a crisp crack, the limestone slabs were broken.
The air on the street was also broken.
The Abbey Dean fell back on the street, stepping on the snow.
A wound appeared on his left leg.
He looked at it, and the bleeding stopped. The wound was as white as jade.
Countless slash marks came from the other end of the long street more than a dozen miles away.
The Abbey Dean disappeared again and performed the Limitless Technique in a small space.
The slash marks made by Ning Que carried the aura of Chang 'an and cut him out from the interlayer of the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
The Abbey Dean disappeared and reappeared from time to time.
When he reappeared, he was at the entrance of the alley, at the workshop gate, and in the shabby yamen. He was like a divine elephant.
Every time he reappeared, there would be another wound on his body.
He was the most powerful cultivator in Haotian Taoism for a thousand years, and now the most powerful man in the world. But facing the power of the entire Chang 'an, he could only passively defend.
Ning Que wanted to know if he could be omnipotent in Chang 'an. At least for now, he seemed to be.
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The Abbey Dean was cut out from nothingness by the slash marks again.
There was a tiny wound on his forehead, right at the end of his eyebrow. The broken eyebrow was like a broken dike, and blood slowly flowed out from the thin line like water overflowing the dike.
He looked at the other end of the long street, and his expression gradually became solemn.
He suddenly raised his palm and slowly brushed it down in front of him, like an ancient Buddha brushing his face to show his sorrow, or like the face-changing tricks in the Song Kingdom's ancient plays. He wanted to erase the face.
The Abbey Dean's slowly falling palm did not erase the blood, nor did it turn the thin line wound into a golden line. It only added a layer of frost to the broken eyebrow and eyelashes.
An aura of Quietus shrouded his body.
At the other end of the long street, another slash came through the snow.
The cold wind came first. The Abbey Dean's green sleeves fluttered, and his body expanded in the wind, as if he had become countless times bigger, and was about to break through the sky.
In fact, he was still standing on the street, and he was still an ordinary Taoist.
But his body gave off an aura as vast and boundless as the sea.
Ning Que's slash marks arrived.
They arrived at Chang 'an.
The aura of Heaven and Earth changed violently. In the wind and snow on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, there seemed to be countless people crying.
In an instant, he was hit by dozens of slash marks.
Ning Que's slash marks were all above the Five States, and had the power to cut mountains and break rivers.
But the Abbey Dean was already Quietus. He was emotionless and senseless, without pain or fear.
Ning Que's "Yi" Talisman had the power above the Five States, and it carried the power of the God-stunning Array. On the Vermilion Bird Avenue, it was like the raging waves on the sea of the Kingdom of Song.
But the Abbey Dean was already Boundless. Both his aura and his body were as vast as the ocean.
No matter how powerful the slash marks were, they could only cut a person who did not feel pain.
No matter how horrifying the raging waves were, they fell into the ocean and were just a corner of the picture.
Quietus and Boundless.
The Abbey Dean used two powers above the Five States at the same time, and made the two become a perfect combination.
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The wind and snow calmed down again.
The Abbey Dean walked forward calmly.
Ning Que's slash marks only left some tiny marks on his body.
Some of his eyelashes fell, some of his clothes were cut, and some of his cloth shoes were cut.
Other than that, there were no other wounds.
Ning Que looked at the approaching Abbey Dean and said, "So you are a flying ant."
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