Tease the Heavens

The sky was overcast, with thick clouds like ink.

In the mountains thousands of miles away from Huanyan Jianzong, there are layers of tall buildings, pavilions and pavilions, row upon row, and antique. Among them, the three peaks are extremely obvious, like standing out from a group of chickens, shrouded in a ring of fog, and the top of the mountain towers into the sky without a shadow.

On the mountain in the middle, called Luoxia Peak, is steep and towering, as if it was cut straight from the side by a sword. It is smooth and mirror-like, without any raised stones or vegetation. Even apes dare not climb it.

Xie Yanran was wearing a simple and elegant white dress, and now she looked up at the summit of Luoxia Peak. The place where she stood now was a huge square, paved with bluestone, as smooth as the environment.

The whole square is thin in the front and wide in the back, shaped like a bird’s beak, surrounded by a carved white jade fence, and nine giant pillars stand at the sharp edge of the square. Whenever there is a major event, the disciples of the various peaks of the Luoxia Sect stand here and listen to the holy voice of the suzerain from the peak.

At the wide end of the square is Luoxia Peak, which is connected with countless long white jade steps, climbing all the way up. Outside the sharp edge of the square and on both sides, only the dense fog can be seen. Occasionally the mountain wind blows the clouds and fog, and you can see the bottomless deep cliff.

The first-generation suzerain has set up a forbidden sky pattern here, and the warriors who enter the spiritual realm and open the sea cannot fly in the sky, so they must go up the steps with sincerity.

Now there are thousands of disciples like her in the square, densely packed, shoulder-to-shoulder. From a distance, they are all black and crowded, but they are extremely quiet, and there is no noise.

The sky was sprinkled with filaments of light rain like ox hair, like wine and smoke. If there was no heavy and depressing atmosphere like slush and lead at this time, many men and women who were sad in spring and autumn would sigh.

Xie Yanran, like the other disciples, looked confused and extremely puzzled. Early this morning, the town bell, which is said to have not been rang for hundreds of years, suddenly erupted with a heavy bell like a tsunami collapsed. The Neimen senior brother who was lying on top of her doing morning exercise suddenly softened with fright, then got up and dressed in a huff, and left in a lack of interest, mumbling, "Damn, what happened? The mountain bell is ringing..."

Xie Yanran knew that Zhenshan Zhong was a spirit treasure refined by the first-generation sect master of the Luoxia Sect. Whenever there was a life-or-death event in the sect, the elders would ring. All their disciples were summoned today. for this.

It is not something that she can control as an ordinary outer sect disciple to make the entire Luoxia Sect stand guard and be alert to martial law. She just secretly prayed that she would not be involved. Now that she has been worshipping Luoxia Sect for almost half a year, she has reached the peak of the thirteenth level of qi, and she is about to advance to the inner strength stage, which was something that she could never imagine before.

At first, her vision was too narrow, and she was in a remote corner. How could she know the prosperity of the outside world? The genius of the crucian carp crossing the river alone made her dazzled. When I was young, my brother Hao was long and brother Hao was short, and all I could see was that heroic teenager, but unfortunately...things are impermanent. Now, she only needs to pay a small price to get something she never dared to imagine before.

Xie Yanran seemed to have thought of something, raised her **** high, and Ren Yusi slightly wet the white skirt, revealing her beautiful and fair skin, the skirt was close to the hips, and the delicate lines were faintly visible. Suddenly, the sound of swallowing saliva sounded, and the burning gaze was like a wolf like a tiger, which made the corner of her mouth twitch, revealing a smug smile.

Almost three hours passed.

Above the square, the tightly closed gate of the palace opened with a bang, and a group of elders filed out, with expressions of anger, puzzlement, and murderous intent on the faces of young and old.

"It's so deceiving, what does Huanyan Jianzong mean?"

"Three cities within my Luoxia Sect's sphere of influence were occupied overnight by it, the people were slaughtered by it, and even the disciples and elders stationed there were killed. Are they crazy, do they want to start a war with us?"

"The battle is the battle, what's there to be afraid of? When the old man was afraid that they would fail, the people from the Huanyan Sword Sect were already dissatisfied."

A rather young elder frowned at this time and said in confusion: "Don't you think this is a strange thing? Now that the Northern Border Empire and the Chiliao Empire are fighting, how could Huanyan Sword Sect have such an idea? The Northern Border Empire will be held accountable? Or is it that they have taken refuge in the Chiliao Empire and are not afraid at all.”

"Elder Su's remarks are reasonable, but if this is the case, then we will fight even more. Everyone who is rebellious will be punished. What's more, we have already killed many elders, and their blood cannot be shed in vain." A rough-looking elder suddenly stared and said loudly.

The voices of their conversations were not isolated, so all the disciples in the front of the square heard it, and their expressions changed drastically at that time. It was completely unbelievable. The battle between the two great empires was too far apart for them. However, it has already swept over them and brought disaster to their families... and it was also done by another sect, Huanyan Sword Sect, as famous as the Luoxia Sect.

Why? How can we start a war at this time? What about their families?

Bewilderment, anger, puzzlement, fear... Many emotions pervade the square, like a fermented corpse, with an air of despair and disgust.

Seeing this, the young elder Su shook his head and sighed, showing sympathy on his face, and said, "Elder Lu, if we go to war with the Huanyan Sword Sect, how should the people who are sheltered by us deal with themselves, don't forget the current Northern Border Empire. There is no spare energy to protect them."

"This…"

"Elder Su's words are straight to the point. Most of the cities on the front lines of the two countries have now become dead cities. The fire will not go out for several days, and the smoke is billowing. Fortunately, most of the common people have lived in the cities under our influence. We are sheltered by the Luoxia Sect and will not be affected by the war for the time being." An elder also shook his head and said, "I don't know why, but the Huanyan Sword Sect completely ignores the cities within its sphere of influence, and the people don't care about life or death. Chuancheng was supposed to be sheltered by it, but now it has been reduced to ashes, with corpses everywhere, those who see it are saddened, and those who hear it cry."

"If our two sects start a war at this time, those people will be the ones who will bear the brunt of the war... Alas, Huanyan Jianzong's actions today are not righteous."

"The Huanyan Sword Sect must have secretly joined the Chiliao Empire. Taking this opportunity, he wants to annex our sect, so the sect master has said... This battle will be fought." The elegant middle-aged man who was one step behind the others slowly stepped out of the temple gate, his eyebrows between his brows. It seemed that the sadness persisted, and the originally dark hair had gray marks. It was Qin Hao's great revenge for life and death, Bai Fengtian. He looked indifferent, glanced at the young elder, and said softly.

An elder showed a wry smile and said, "In this way, we can't take care of those people."

"The weak eat the strong, of course. We can take care of them for a while, but who can take care of them for the rest of their lives?" Bai Fengtian said lightly.

The elder Su surnamed frowned, his voice suddenly lowered, and he said in confusion: "But as far as I know, in these cities, there are not only the relatives of the disciples of my Luoxia Sect, but also the relatives of the disciples of the Huanyan Sword Sect. How did you start massacres without letting go of your own relatives? Isn't there any confusion in your heart?"

As soon as these words came out, the elders suddenly became quiet, looked at each other, and thought about it. After thinking about it carefully, who can explain it? In short, a strong strange feeling fermented in the hearts of everyone, and it didn't go away for a long time.

After a long time, an ordinary-looking, short-statured man in a white robe walked out of the hall. His aura was thick and thick, and he did not leak at all. A scorching heat like the sun was lingering around him, and all the rain that approached him evaporated. He stood. Yu Kong, one step down, was standing in front of the disciples with a loud voice and said, "Everyone, prepare for the battle."

The sound spread throughout the square, and it lasted for a long time.

"Yes, Sect Master."

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In the dimly lit room, Qin Hao sat cross-legged.

A small bottle was suspended in the air. It was made of unknown material, and its body was dark, as if all the light falling on it had been absorbed by it.

If the soul of a powerful warrior penetrates into the inner space of the bottle, they will find that it is a blood-red pool. Like crazy weeds.

There is half a pool of blood in the pond, the color is bright red, the appearance is as clear as a blood diamond, and the qi, blood and spiritual qi circulating inside are also clearly visible. Even if you just look at it, you can feel the boiling power.

The essence and blood of many warriors collected by Qin Hao these days are gathered here.

"The bottle that my seniors refined for me is like a bottomless pit. No matter how much blood essence, it can't fill it up. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd be unbelievable..."

Qin Hao muttered to himself with satisfaction in his eyes. With the war between the two sects, he roamed around the battlefield like a fish, and it was not too easy to collect the blood of warriors.

Immediately, Qin Hao began to affect the half-pool of blood essence, strands of blood floated from the pool like mist, and then diffused out of the bottle, and then was taken into his body by him.

At this moment, if anyone saw this scene, they would definitely feel extremely evil.

A black figure sitting cross-legged, a black vial suspended in the air, the blood-red mist escaped from the mouth of the bottle, and then was sucked into the nose and mouth by the black figure, and the surroundings were enveloped by a blood-red mist, like a blood-red mist. Senran hell.

Ji Jiu's figure quietly appeared in this room, watching all this, with a smile on his face, the rune inside the bottle was of course drawn by him, it is an ancient magic pattern, which has the effect of refining blood essence.

Of course, this refinement is not the refinement of the other. What it extracts is the meaning of bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty madness. Although I can't see anything now, as Qin Hao's strength grows, the impact will become more and more obvious. Kill monsters.

It is very interesting for Ji Jiu to train the protagonist of True Destiny into his own killing puppet.

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