(Apology: I only discovered yesterday afternoon that there was no update the day before yesterday. To be more precise, the scheduled update I set for the day before yesterday became a scheduled update yesterday. I really don't know what happened. It must be known that because it is very rare for me to have a chapter in stock, I took a very long time to confirm when I posted it … but in short, there was no update the day before yesterday, nor was there any mention of it. Some readers must have waited for a very long time. For this, I am truly sorry. For this, I will donate a pig to the Xintian Scholarship Fund … because I am a pig. In addition, I feel that this public service project is pretty good.
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What Chen Changsheng shouted was the constellation, the direction. To be more precise, it was the direction of the Yeshi Step.
The Yeshi Step was the supreme innate skill of the Yeshi clan of the Demon race. The Demon Imperial clan could learn it, but in the past few decades, only Nanke had managed to perfectly grasp it. Chen Changsheng had relied on his understanding of the Daoist Canon and his indescribably dry calculations, as well as his perception of the star charts on the Heavenly Tome Monoliths to learn this set of footwork.
After shouting out these directions, Chen Changsheng's right sleeve shook, and the swords flew through the air, blocking the Heavenly Demon Horn that had borrowed the darkness to sneak in. His feet stepped on the position of the stars, and his body suddenly faded, leaving the ground. He took several steps in the night sky, heading towards the distant sky.
Countless swords followed him, gradually returning to their sheaths along the way.
This scene seemed extremely beautiful, but it did not have much meaning. In a little while, when his true essence ran out, he would fall from the sky and face great danger. Not to mention that the dense darkness brought about by the Heavenly Demon Horn was closely following him from behind.
Chen Changsheng had done this because he knew that Nanke would definitely understand his meaning.
As expected, when he appeared in the night sky filled with cold winds, almost as high as the snowy mountain range, Nanke was already there.
In the night sky behind her, there were two traces of green light fragments. It was very beautiful.
But this was still not enough to leave, because the darkness brought about by the Heavenly Demon Horn was gradually about to cover the entire snowy mountain range.
And because in the distant north, Black Robe's fingers on the metal plate began to beat, just like beating a drum.
The howling cold wind brushed against Chen Changsheng's face. He sensed something, and the hand that gripped his sword tightened.
Nanke's eyelashes trembled, but her eyes remained indifferent. She looked into the darkening night and felt the ripples of Qi inside. She seemed to understand something.
Although Chen Changsheng was heavily injured and even if he worked together with Nanke, they would not necessarily be able to defeat the young Demon Lord, but logically speaking, escaping was no longer a difficult task.
But who would have thought that in this darkness, there were hundreds of Yuan Qi Locks.
The method that the demons had used to surround and kill Su Li was being used tonight by Black Robe against the two of them.
Those probably had nothing to do with the Heavenly Demon Horn. The young Demon Lord had used some other method to spread them, and then Black Robe was responsible for surrounding and killing them.
How could he break these Yuan Qi Locks? Was the Pope of the Human race really going to be buried with the Demon Lord?
"Can you really cure it?"
Nanke's voice seemed particularly somber in the cold night wind.
Chen Chang Sheng saw a hint of determination in her eyes. He understood what she wanted to do, but he couldn't respond.
If he was given enough time, he was confident that he could cure Nanke's illness, especially if he could obtain Xu Yourong's help.
But the current situation was far too dangerous. Everyone knew that Black Robe was most skilled in mental attacks. If Nanke completed the second awakening of her soul, there was a high chance that she would be heavily injured by her teacher from a thousand li away. The result would be disastrous.
Chen Changsheng was not confident.
Although she did not hear his answer, Nanke's Qi continued to rise.
Perhaps she had only asked this question to comfort herself.
The indifference in her eyes had completely transformed into a fanaticism with a tendency to self-destruct.
And then, it began to burn.
A bright peacock appeared in the night sky, radiating a green light in every direction.
Its two wings were around a hundred zhang wide. With a flap of them, the clouds scattered and the stars scattered, the snowy peaks below incessantly collapsing!
The several hundred Yuan Qi Locks hidden in the darkness were forced out by the appearance of the Peacock's true body.
The part of the night sky closest to the territory of the Human race had the fewest Essence Qi Locks and was rather sparse in number.
The Peacock flew in that direction, smashing through countless Essence Qi Locks, snapping its green feathers and wildly flowing Qi!
That side was the southeast.
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As he gazed at the flickering dots of light on the metal plate, Black Robe once more gave a gloomy sigh.
It was obvious that his sigh this time originated from his only female disciple.
Suddenly, a certain place on the southeast corner of the metal plate became extremely bright, the light even illuminating Black Robe's face.
It was a face that could be described as perfect, but because it had not seen the sun for many years, it was somewhat pale and also faintly green, suffused with the Qi of death.
Black Robe raised his head to look at the night sky in the south. He seemed to have discovered something, and the corners of his lips turned downwards. A downwards corner of the lips usually meant that he was unhappy, or that he was not in a good mood. But on his face, there was something else, like a strong sense of ridicule.
The metal plate made a crisp clanging sound.
The Essence Qi Locks in the distant night sky silently scattered, killing countless startled birds.
At the very front of the green light, one could clearly see that the Peacock had vanished.
Two black figures fell to the ground far away. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
At almost the same time, the darkness obscured the starlight. Through some unknown method, the young Demon Lord appeared on the snowy plains a thousand li away. He did not speak to Black Robe, nor did he look at the place where Nanke and Chen Changsheng had fallen. Instead, he looked at the mountain range, seeming very interested, even somewhat excited.
Black Robe also quietly gazed at the mountain range.
The wind lifted up a corner of his black cloth, revealing half of his face. One could see that his thoughts were rather complicated.
He seemed to be looking at his homeland.
Perhaps it was because there were old friends there.
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When the young Demon Lord thrust the stone pestle into his father's abdomen, when that mysterious pillar of light pierced through the river of stars and landed on the mountain range, many places on the continent sensed it. The Li Palace and the Dew Platform, Holy Maiden Peak and White Emperor City, and even the distant Great Western Continent and the dragon islands of the Southern Sea all knew that something major had happened. And when the Heavenly Sovereign Star in the northern region of the stars suddenly dimmed, all the star observation platforms noticed this strange phenomenon.
Based on the results of calculations, the Great Zhou Army stationed on the front line of Mount Han received a military order to investigate. Gaoyang Village, which should have reacted the fastest, was thrown into chaos by one upheaval after another. No one thought of crossing the mountain range to find out what was going on.
Bie Yanghong appeared on the mountain range.
Two years had passed. In the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, he had been heavily injured and on the verge of death, but he was still alive. Moreover, his injuries had been completely healed, and his strength had taken another step forward. He was now faintly on the verge of taking first place amongst the Storms of the Eight Directions.
Even he, who had traveled several thousand li in a single night, could not help but feel rather weary for the little red flower tied to his pinkie.
When the Demon Lord entered Mount Han to kill Chen Changsheng, the Elder of Heavenly Secrets had warned the world. Bie Yanghong had not needed much time to travel from Jiangnan to Mount Han. Even White Emperor City's Jin Yulu was far inferior to him in traveling such a long distance. Yet tonight, he was not the first person to arrive.
The first person to arrive was a scholar.
Bie Yanghong had studied in the famous Ten Thousand Years Pavilion of Xiling for many years, so he had a scholarly air, but he did not dare to call himself a scholar in front of this person.
The Demon Lord often dressed as a scholar as he traversed the world, but even he found it embarrassing to call himself a scholar in front of this person.
This person had truly read far too many books.
He had read in his hometown, in Luoyang, in the capital, in the Li Palace, in the Imperial Palace, in the Mausoleum of Books, in the snowy plains, in his dreams, by blowing the horn, in his drunken stupor by the lamp. Before Gou Hanshi, Chen Changsheng, and Yu Ren, only he had read all three thousand Daoist Canons.
Later on, he even began to teach, teaching for several decades at Star Seizer Academy. He taught countless famous generals until the Demon Lord's hair turned white.
He was the most famous scholar of the last one thousand years, Wang Zhice.
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