At the west end of the mountain top, under a huge brown-yellow rock on the slope of the vegetable field, there was a lonely thatched shed. The smell was so bad that Chang Siguo rushed in and quickly held his breath.
The only hidden passage down the mountain is concealed by a hut.
This brain circuit is really strange and dangerous.
With a quick glance, he found his target in the hut, jumped up, and stepped on the blue stone of the pit.
With a strong step, the brown boulder on the back of the hut clicked, revealing a five-foot hole diagonally going downwards. The light in the passage was dim, but it became more spacious the further in, so Chang Siguo ducked in.
"Bang", the roof of the hut was knocked off with a sword, causing grass clippings to fly.
The tall and thin cultivator saw the hole exposed on the side of the rock and shouted, "He is going to burrow into the ground and escape."
As soon as they entered the cave entrance, they heard the sound of a string, and the tall and thin cultivator bowed his body and danced with his sword.
"Bang", he was forced to take a step back by the force of the arrow. Five feet down the dark tunnel, the black-faced thief who deserved to be killed with a thousand swords was coldly withdrawing his bow and punching the dark side of the rock wall with his fist. go.
There was a loud noise, and a huge boulder fell from above, blocking the hole from the middle.
The strong wind mixed with sand and dust hit his face. The tall and thin cultivator was so frightened that he covered his eyes and nose with his left hand to shield himself from the wind and sand. He froze on the spot for almost two breaths. Then he let out a muffled roar and jumped up with a vigorous step. He opened his eyes wide and struck hard with his right fist. on the rocks.
"Bang", the rock shook, and a thunderous echo sounded in the tunnel.
"Come on a few more. This rock is not thick. Let's punch together and smash the rock into pieces. We won't let the black-faced thief escape this time."
The tall and thin cultivator greeted, and four people rushed to squeeze into the tunnel, shouting slogans, punching at the same time with the same hatred, and using all their strength to hit the rocks blocking the way. For a while, the dark tunnel was filled with brilliance of various colors, illuminating the sky. Bizarre.
Most of the others gathered outside, waiting to open the tunnel and hunt down the black-faced monster.
Several others jumped to the tangled pine trees protruding from the cliff and looked around at the bottom of the mountain to observe the direction of Chang Siguo's escape to the bottom of the mountain in order to report the news in time.
Five fists hit the rock with a loud bang, and the rocks cracked and fell to the ground.
After seven or eight attacks together, the rocks blocking the road fell off into pieces and appeared to be torn apart. The tall and thin cultivator in the lead shouted, "Do it again, break through the rocks."
Several people moved in response, and the tall and thin cultivator ordered "beat"
Five fists hit the rock hard, and there was a booming sound from far to near, as dull as thunder. Then the ground shook, and gravel powder fell down from the top and sides of the rock tunnel.
"this"
The tall and thin cultivator and several people in the cave were stunned. Together, they had such great power.
The cultivators outside reacted the fastest, shouting in horror, "Earth Dragon, turn over, run away."
Explosions occurred one after another on the top of the mountain, causing huge fires and thick smoke. The debris exploded into the sky and fell like raindrops, destroying the trees and remaining buildings on the top of the mountain. It made the top of the mountain look like the end of the world, and the ground shook intensified.
Many cultivators scurried away with their heads in their hands, terrified and uneasy.
Someone vaguely guessed that this matter might be related to Chang Siguo who escaped.
I often thought that after I went up the mountain, I touched here and probed there, and my behavior was sneaky and suspicious. Who else could it be if it wasn't him?
Near the mountain path, a masked cultivator in black clothes was blown up into the sky. His stumps were separated from his body. He screamed and fell to the ground. He was seriously injured and could not stand up.
The North Maple City cultivators who were running for their lives did not care about the pursuit and turned back to look for a way out.
One after another, cultivators were affected by the explosion or injured by rocks.
Someone finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Jump down, otherwise you will die."
He jumped down the cliff decisively, using his hands and feet to step on and grab the branches sticking out of the cliff to cushion the force of his fall.
With the first one, there will be a second and a third, not too long, and six of them will jump in succession.
Others were still hesitating whether to jump as they ran away brandishing their weapons.
If there are no nasty rockfalls and they are careful, climbing down the mountain will not be too difficult for them.
The southeast and south sides of Qiancui Peak face the sun and have lush vegetation. Unlike the west and north sides, which are mostly bare and rocky, it is inconvenient to climb, so if you want to jump, choose the south side.
Someone took a moment to look down. There was a loud bang, and a cliff and a big tree growing on the cliff hit the two cultivators below. The two people screamed and danced towards the foot of the mountain more than 150 feet deep. come down.
The other three people were affected and had to hold on to the branches to avoid being smashed down. However, their heads were badly bruised and their injuries were serious.
The few people who were near the cliff were so frightened that they quickly retreated in. It was too dangerous, so they had better not jump.
"Listen, the noise is quieter," someone shouted in surprise.
Sure enough, after a few sparse explosions, the top of the mountain fell into complete silence. Compared with the previous loud explosions, people almost suspected that there was something wrong with their ears.
The nine people who narrowly escaped death almost cried with joy.
It's so scary. What kind of trap is this?
Chang Siguo rushed to the mountainside through the secret passage, with a trace of hesitation and struggle on his face. A slight smell of gunpowder smoke drifted into the secret passage, and he knew that the explosion on the top of the mountain was caused by explosives.
He also didn't expect that Wumo's father could play such a big role.
He understood from the classics he had read that the Qingyuan Realm was still in a wild state in terms of natural science. There was gunpowder accidentally refined by the alchemists of the worship hall, and it was still "burned with sulfur, realgar, saltpeter, and honey." The low-level stage of "flaming up" will occur, and it is impossible to refine explosives that can explode earth-shatteringly.
He now seriously doubts that Father Wumo is a very unlucky earthling whose soul has traveled to another world.
Otherwise, what the hell is it if you can create "black powder" on your own?
As a liberal arts student who came from a modern soul, he couldn't remember the formula proportions of black gunpowder anyway, he only knew roughly.
The explosion on the top of the mountain was just an appetizer. According to the cloth record, because all the orifices on the top of the mountain were opened, as long as about 500 kilograms of force were used to press down the Bagua Stone at the turn of the secret road halfway up the mountain, Qian Cui Peak could be destroyed. The upper part fell to pieces.
The original text had a very serious tone, "They were all buried, even the body refiners had no chance of surviving."
Chang Siguo is still hesitant whether to do something so extraordinary
Wu Jun's roar of "avenge me" before his death flashed before his eyes. That face that was pale due to despair made him think about leaving a glimmer of hope in doing things. It was not that he wanted to do something absolutely.
It is true that Old Man Yan and the Lord of Beifeng City went too far in bullying others. They treated the border army cultivators as ants and ignored the fact that officials protected each other.
In this case, he, the ant, would counterattack and make the two old bastards feel painful and regretful.
In fact, he didn't have much personal relationship with Wu Jun, and even Wu Jun's attitude towards him was not very good at first. In his eyes, he was a snobbish and smooth guy, but Wu Jun's persistence in the mission and his love for his cavalry brothers, Chang Siguo's attitude of never compromising with the enemy Beirong women who shot and killed the soldiers' brothers greatly changed Chang Siguo's impression of Wu Jun.
Wu Jun deserves the word "Paoze" that is heavy in his heart.
Chang Siguo exhaled a long breath, so what if I bear all the karma alone?
He stepped on the stone platform carved with Yin Yang and Bagua patterns, and stepped on it to the bottom.
He heard the sound of the machine and a subtle "chichi" sound, which was the sound of the fuse burning. He was shocked. Father Wumo was really a mysterious man. He didn't know how much black powder was buried on the mountainside.
I really don’t know how it was done
All the truth has become unavailable with the death of the person involved.
He dodged and jumped towards the corner below, running as fast as he could down the mountain for his life. He didn't want to risk his own life.
About five breaths later, there were continuous violent explosions on the mountainside of the shallow green peak in the south. The explosions sent flames into the sky, overwhelming mountains and seas, and causing mountains to collapse and the ground to crack.
With the last earth-shattering explosion, the hanging summit of the upper part of the shallow green peak fell apart and fell to the south.
The nine remaining North Maple City cultivators on the top of the mountain, as well as the men in black who were hiding somewhere, were running for their lives in a spiral downward along the dilapidated mountain road due south. The fastest one was only thirty feet away from the foot of the mountain. The last one is about halfway up the mountain.
A sudden and violent explosion blew the two of them into the sky, and their residual limbs were thrown up and then fell down with the rubble in a rain of blood.
None of them expected that the explosion that had just subsided on the top of the mountain would happen again halfway up the mountain, and the sound would become even more terrifying and violent. The last shocking explosion shook everyone out of the mountain road, and everyone was bleeding from their orifices, dancing and falling down. Despair written on his face.
The few cultivators who had been lucky enough to jump to the foot of the mountain with the help of trees had not been able to escape before they could escape. They were all knocked to the ground by the huge strong wind. They cursed angrily, their eyes were horrified and they rolled around trying to get away from the mountain. disaster.
"Boom", the cliff rocks swept away like waves and rushed out for several miles.
The trees were broken wherever they passed, and they were all buried in a pile of gray and white gravel.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, only half of the once shallow green peak was left standing listlessly in place as a collapsed rock. ,,,
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