Zhang Yun took out his cigarette, handed one to Song Jun, and helped him light it.
Holding the cigarette, Song Jun fell into a tangle of thoughts and didn't know how to speak for a while.
After a while, Song Jun said: "He is not dead."
No one said anything, waiting for him to continue.
"It's just that no one in the world can save him today. He was frozen in time and space by the three-eyed clan's innate power." Song Jun continued.
No one can save him, so what's the difference between that and death? His body will be frozen in time and space forever, and can be seen thousands of years later. It is eternal and eternal, and it will not disappear unless time and space is destroyed.
After sorting out his thoughts, Song Jun carefully told what he knew. He remembered every word Chu Xiang said. This was not difficult for a cultivator at the peak of the virtual realm.
"I don't think Dao Zun would do such a thing that would put people to death." Song Jun added.
No one answered, no matter what the process was, the result was there, and no one could change the result.
"It seems he is the only one who might know the truth." Zhang Yun broke the silence.
who is he? Why did he suddenly appear and give Chu Xiang instructions to resolve the entanglement of time and space, causing Chu Xiang to be frozen?
Now the only one who knows who he is is Shi Wuzheng. If he wants to understand all this, he can only find Wudang and Shi Wuzheng.
After reporting the situation and finding Wudang's contact number, Song Ming immediately contacted Wudang Mountain.
Based on Song Jun's description, Wudang Headmaster determined the identity of the man.
"Crossing the west to the demons, the demons and gods are brave." Song Ming said in a deep voice after putting down the phone.
It turned out to be a demon from Xidu. Why would the demon god appear there, help destroy the enemy's base, and give directions to Chu? Not only were the doubts not eliminated, but there were even more doubts that people couldn't understand.
There were so many doubts that Song Ming couldn't figure it out, and Song Jun couldn't figure it out either. Why did the Demon God Yingzhao come? Was it really the arrangement of the Wudang Patriarch? He didn't even know what was going on, let alone Song Ming and the others.
Song Jun left the camp, his deal was concluded, the love he was looking for also came to fruition, and he had nothing to seek in this life.
After the instructions from the superiors came down, the expedition team returned to China immediately and went directly to Los Angeles to report.
Obviously, the central government wants to ask them face to face about the incident and investigate the ins and outs of the matter. This involves the life and death of the feudal officials and the officials of the party. No special investigation is excessive.
The commander of the joint team, General Hua, died in Pirate Alley. This is a big event, a very big event. All participating countries must explain the situation to China and obtain China's understanding, otherwise it will cause a war. From The wrath of the great eastern powers will burn brightly here.
No country dares to anger Hua at this time. There are as many practitioners there as there are sands everywhere. Their five thousand years of experience give them the power to crush any country.
Representatives from various countries came as soon as possible yesterday to express condolences and greetings, and brought information about the war situation from the Holy See and vampires to explain what happened at that time and strive for understanding.
When such a situation occurred, the expedition team was naturally in no mood to pay attention to them. After Zhang Yun sent them away, he closed the camp and told everyone to keep an eye on Song Ming until Song Jun came back.
Everyone packed up their things, sealed up the various gifts brought by representatives from various countries, and left Persia that day and flew back to China.
In the Kyushu region, no one knew what happened in the far west. The relevant information was immediately blocked by the top management, and the cultivators who voluntarily went to participate in the war had not yet returned to the country and did not bring the news back so quickly.
The falling snowflakes cover up the traces of the war in the desert. The soil mixed with flesh and blood, watered by the ice and snow, will definitely become a fertile soil next year, a fertile land for the growth of all things.
Rize, by the Chunian River, in Li Tianxing's camp.
Li Tianxing was sitting on the commander's seat with an inexplicable look on his face, whether it was sadness or regret.
Just now, the expedition team reported follow-up news that the person who assisted several people in breaking the wormhole force field was the demon god Yingzhao.
One of the leaders of the demons in the West, a demon god with heroic skills, and a power with unfathomable cultivation. Can the words spoken from his mouth be false?
Although Li Tianxing didn't want to believe it, he had to believe that when his cultivation reached that level, what he said was definitely not groundless.
Dead, just like that?
Li Tianxing sighed suddenly and picked up the cup. The counselor accurately grasped his emotions, took out a bottle of white wine from under the table, and poured him a full cup.
Before finishing the glass of wine, the phone on the table rang.
After answering the phone, Li Tianxing drank the wine in one gulp and ordered: "Bo Yong will take over for me temporarily while I go to Pirate Alley."
Before he finished speaking, Li Tianxing had already left the tent. A moment later, the white horse flew away and disappeared into the western sky in the blink of an eye.
Under the huge magic wings, some people were shouting, some were roaring, some were roaring, some were sad, some were excited, and some were in tears. In just half a day, almost everyone in the joint team arrived here and saw the huge magic wings and towering horns in front of them, as well as people frozen in time and space, and people holding two swords to split time and space.
Visible, intangible, completely untouchable, even the masters at the peak of the virtual realm in the team had no choice. Everyone could only watch, looking at the various brilliant rays of light frozen in time and space. Each of those rays contained the meaning of Kaishan. The power of the broken sea can only be viewed as fireworks at this time.
Nine monks in red robes sat cross-legged in the void, folding their hands and reciting scriptures silently, which seemed to be a salvation and a solution. The mysterious and unintelligible low Sanskrit words floated in the air, arousing the grief and anger in the hearts of countless people.
Luocheng, Shaoyintai.
There is a person sitting cross-legged on the stage in the wind and snow. He is dressed neither as a monk nor as a Taoist. His two long eyebrows droop on his cheeks. His rosy face looks slightly sad and tired. His body is covered with a Zhouyi Bagua formation, and turtle shells are scattered on the ground in front of him.
The tortoise shells were scattered on the ground, and the people on the stage counted them carefully with their fingers. After a while, they picked up the turtle shells, threw them down again, and counted them again with their fingers.
In the third case, the faces of the people on the stage became more and more sad. They sighed silently, packed up their tortoise shells, and stepped off the stage.
The people in the audience stood in awe, and when they saw the people on the stage coming down, they respectfully asked: "Master Qin, what's the result?"
Qin Santong left the Royal City Garden without saying a word and went straight into the imperial palace.
"How is it?" the secretary behind the desk looked up and asked.
Qin Santong shook his head and said nothing. After a while, he said, "How about I go find out what he says?"
After pondering for a moment, the secretary said: "Go."
After leaving the imperial palace, Qin Santong quickly walked out of the city and headed to the south of the city. Not long after, he came to a small courtyard by the Yingchuan River.
In a small courtyard with a single family, there is a slightly older nurse, his beard and hair are graying, but he can't hide his majestic aura. Seeing Qin Santong arrive, the nurse didn't say anything, and extended his hand to indicate that he was invited to come in.
After entering the small courtyard and entering the door, an old man was pruning a gnarled old pine in the living room. Although the old man's beard and hair were already white, he was in good spirits and his movements were neat and powerful.
"Sit." The old man said without raising his head.
Qin Santong did not sit down, but stood aside.
The old man trimmed the old pine for a while, looked up at Qin Santong and said, "The deceased is gone."
One sentence hit Qin Santong like a sledgehammer. Qin Santong's expression suddenly dimmed, and his whole person looked a bit older.
"The Great Evolution is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and one of them is human escape." The old man said again.
There is always a glimmer of hope.
Qin Santong raised his head, and there was light in his eyes again.
"There's nothing I can do."
"How is that possible?" Qin Santong said anxiously.
This person's cultivation level is unfathomable. He is probably the master who used the power of the virtual realm to fold paper into an eagle to repel the Taoist master. If he can't do anything, who else can.
"How long can change last if it relies on external forces?" the old man said.
Qin Santong was silent, and after a moment, he said: "Someone has to try. If you don't walk the road, how can you know where you can go?"
Introducing the power of Jianghu into the court, attacking the stubborn factions in the court, disrupting their rigid rules, and rebuilding a more efficient way is a feasible way.
"What about now?" the old man asked.
Now people are dead, and as soon as they set out, the person who opened the way died.
"There is never a shortage of people in the world. If he wants to try, I will support him to the end. Haven't you done this before?" Qin Santong said.
After a moment of silence, the old man said, "Then go and try."
In Qingcheng, heavy snow was falling, and the sky and the earth were completely white. Gongsun Qi walked through the thick snow to the Qingcheng University Alliance headquarters.
Twenty-six minutes ago, Gongsun Qi received an invitation from Professor Gutson of the University Alliance, asking him to communicate on the issue of climate change. After telling his family that he was going out for a few days and asking his wife to take good care of themselves, Gongsun Qi picked up his military coat and put it on before heading out.
The world has been quiet recently, and I haven't heard of anything big happening. But now Gutson invited him to communicate. Apparently something big happened that he didn't know about.
In the tea room, Gutson was drinking tea. His expression looked very calm, and it didn't look like anything big had happened.
Gongsun Qi sat down, and Gutsen poured tea for Gongsun Qi. After Gongsun Qi finished drinking the hot tea in the cup, he poured it for him again, then opened the lock screen of his phone, clicked on a picture, and pushed it in front of Gongsun Qi.
Gongsun Qi took a look at the picture. A pair of huge wings stretched across the sky, and two long horns like tentacles connected the world. The origin of the horns and wings was a person, a person who was so small in comparison that it could be ignored.
The wings are somewhat familiar, the figure is somewhat familiar, but there is a feeling that has never been seen before.
"He is Chu Xiang." Gutson said.
Gongsun Qi's heart moved, and he immediately understood that this was Chu Xiang who had revealed his demon body, but for some reason Chu Xiang's wings and the horns on his head became so huge, and seemed to be still, which looked extremely weird.
"What's going on?" Gongsun Qi asked, suddenly having a bad feeling in his heart.
"He's dead." Gutson said slowly.
Gongsun Qi was shocked. The tea cup was crushed into pieces and the tea splashed on his face.
"Impossible." Gongsun Qiding said.
"This is in the Pirate Alley wormhole. He is frozen in time and space. According to multiple sources, it is confirmed that there is no way to save him." Gutson said slowly.
