In the carriage, a pair of hands opened the curtain.
The Tai Xuan Sect disciple has given up his disguise.
This scene made Lu Tianqi change his color slightly and look ugly.
"You are not Zhou Qiankun!"
He was furious and his eyes looked like they could kill.
The disciple disguised as Zhou Qiankun smiled lightly and said: "After playing games with you for a day and delaying you for a day, our mission is considered completed."
This sentence made Lu Tianqi's face turn grim.
His eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire.
I thought I was teasing them, but I didn’t expect that the one being teased in the end was me!
"You are very good. If you dare to play tricks on me, I will eat you!"
Lu Tianqi was furious and opened his mouth. In a moment, his mouth was bigger than the carriage, and he swallowed the carriage into his belly.
He had a cold face, as if he didn't understand his hatred.
"What a shame, I was delayed by these two people for a whole day and lost a lot of time for others. I hope the real Zhou Qiankun hasn't been intercepted yet."
Lu Tianqi left angrily.
Between two green hills, on a wide avenue, a carriage was parked.
The people on the carriage looked up at the green mountains and the bright moon in the sky.
"Tonight, the moonlight is so beautiful."
The disciple driving the carriage smiled faintly and said to the disciples in the carriage: "I didn't expect to see such a round moon before I died. I will die without regrets, right?"
A calm voice came from inside the carriage.
"Yes, it would be cool to be buried under the bright moon."
Between two green mountains, a man stood proudly, his whole body shining with thunder and lightning, as if the God of Thunder was alive.
A thunderbolt shone in the night sky in Lei Batian's hand, his tone was indifferent.
"Have you finished your last words?"
His tone was calm, and he didn't seem to be disappointed or angry because the person in the car was not Zhou Qiankun.
For him, one-eighteenth chance means no chance.
To be honest, Lei Batian also admires these people in Taixuanmen who can sacrifice their lives for their beliefs.
But unfortunately, their positions are different and there is no room for mercy.
"Fenglei Pavilion, take action, my great Chu man will never give in."
On the carriage, the two people looked determined.
The people in front of me are monks from the Shenwu Kingdom, and they will never show any signs of timidity or submission.
Lei Batian looked indifferent, and the thunderbolt in his hand fell, breaking the peace between the two green mountains.
After the thunder dissipated, Qingshan was calm, except that the carriage had disappeared.
"It's a pity that if you are not from the Shenwu Kingdom, then you will only die."
Lei Batian turned around and left calmly.
On the road in the other direction, Ouyang Cangyu wiped the Zen staff in his hand with a handkerchief.
As an ascetic, it was a taboo for him to have his Zen staff stained with blood.
In the distance, a carriage was smashed into pieces, and two bloody corpses lay inside the carriage.
Ouyang Cangyu shook his head in disappointment.
He originally thought that the person in the carriage was Zhou Qiankun, so he used a little more force.
Unexpectedly, a monk in the spiritual sea realm could not bear the force of his Zen staff and died suddenly.
"Unlucky, really unlucky."
It didn't matter that the person was dead, but the blood was stained on the Zen staff, which made Ouyang Cangyu very unhappy.
Holding the Zen staff, Ouyang Feiyu slowly turned around and left.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road.
Murong Ruoshui led two monks, a man and a woman, to the ancient pavilion not far away.
In the ancient pavilion, a fairy in white sat on a stone bench, with two cups of tea placed in front of the table.
The heat of the tea is rising, and the aroma of the tea is refreshing.
Murong Ruoshui looked at the two Taixuanmen monks and smiled bitterly.
After all, she still didn't choose the direction that Zhou Qiankun really took.
Now Zhou Qiankun can only seek happiness for himself, hoping that he will not encounter a master on the list of gods.
Otherwise, there is a narrow escape from death.
"The two of you are waiting here. When this matter is over, I will take you back to Yaochi to avoid the limelight."
The two of them bowed gratefully to Murong Ruoshui, and then stood aside obediently.
Murong Ruoshui walked into the ancient pavilion and sat down, looking at the cup of tea in front of her, but did not pick it up.
"Saint, are you out of seclusion?"
Qingyao nodded, gently picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"What's going on now?"
Qingyao gently put down the tea in her hand, but her eyes drifted into the distance.
Murong Ruoshui looked at the sadness hidden deep in Qingyao's eyes and shook his head.
"The situation is not good. More than half of the eighteen carriages arranged by Zhou Qiankun have been damaged. It is estimated that he will be intercepted within tomorrow."
A trace of worry flashed in Qingyao's eyes, but she still pretended to be calm.
She unconsciously tapped the stone table with her hand, making a dull sound.
"How many heavenly beings have come? How many powerful ones on the list of divine beings from the Divine Mansion?"
After a long time, she asked two questions slowly.
The wind blew through the white dress and ruffled her hair.
The hair is flying, but it is filled with endless thoughts.
Murong Ruoshui sighed softly and said softly: "On the side of Shenwu Kingdom, two heavenly beings from the five major religions took action. On the other side of the ice field, three heavenly beings took action. In the Flowing Fire Domain, there were also three heavenly beings who took action. It's just that the sky fire The Venerable was beaten back by Venerable Xu Feng."
Murong Ruoshui's tone suddenly sounded worried.
"The Dachu royal family has also sent two heavenly beings, Chu Zhankuang and Chu Muyang. However, this is only the force sent by the royal family on the surface. No one knows whether there are still heavenly beings hiding secretly."
Qingyao also frowned slightly.
The royal family is the most troublesome existence in Dachu.
They have the strongest power and the most terrifying intelligence capabilities.
I just don’t know how determined the royal family is for the artifact. If it is really inevitable to get it, it will probably be quite troublesome.
Even if Yaochi goes all out to protect Zhou Qiankun in front of the royal family, it will be difficult to reach the sky.
Qingyao understood Murong Ruoshui's concerns and fell into deep thought.
Murong Ruoshui sighed and continued.
"Other than that, the other six major chambers of commerce in Haigan Country have not taken any action for the time being, but Fengqian Chamber of Commerce has also made changes. The specific number of Tianmen sent is currently unknown."
Qingyao came back to her senses and spoke indifferently, as if the matter had nothing to do with her.
"Zhou Qiankun killed Feng Qiangan, and the Fengqian Chamber of Commerce will definitely not let go of this opportunity to add insult to injury."
She stared at the moonlight on the horizon, her eyes narrowed, and no one knew what she was thinking at the moment.
"As of now, eighteen heavenly beings have taken action openly. Coupled with the heavenly beings secretly, Zhou Qiankun is in a worrying situation."
Murong Ruoshui nodded.
"Fortunately, the Divine Sword Sect is also willing to do its best to protect him like Yaochi."
There was a little hope in Murong Ruoshui's tone.
Yaochi and Shenjian Sect were both behemoths in Da Chu. Together, the two families could still deter many forces.
Qing Yao shook his head slightly and said calmly: "If the Holy Spirit doesn't come forward, no one can protect him, not Yao Chi, not even the Divine Sword Sect."
Qingyao's words made Murong Ruoshui feel bitter.
So, everything they do now is a mirror image?
