Mo Guyuan and his party stood on a mountaintop, looking at the gloomy sky and the tilt of the sky. They were all shocked. Now it seemed that the worst outcome had already happened.
Even if the sky curtain of the Western Mountain Sutra does not collapse, Tongtian Peak, one of the sky pillars on the east side, loses its strong support for the sky curtain, causing the sky curtain to tilt. It is also a disaster. How can the sky be divided into high and low?
Looking back at the human earth, many places have begun to gradually shake and split. Under the suppression of Changliu Loss of Tongtian Peak, the remaining seventy-one mountain tops have begun to crack and collapse, and there seem to be vague signs of collapse.
Rivers and lakes overflowed, and underground water seeped up for no reason. Immediately afterwards, endless floods gathered from all directions, surging and spreading along the terrain into the distance.
And around everyone, there was a violent storm, and heavy snow was flying, sweeping across them wantonly. Everyone in the whole world is too busy to care for themselves. In such a dark and depressing atmosphere, it seems like the end of the world.
Shanhai monks penetrate the heaven and earth, absorb the natural spiritual energy, feel the natural spiritual energy of the big world with their own small world, cultivate themselves and establish their destiny, and realize the way of heaven and earth.
But now the power of nature has become so violent and violent. This is a strange phenomenon in the world, which has long been beyond the control of ordinary monks.
"This world is going to collapse..." Yu Nie looked at the sky above, and it was slowly moving down at a strange angle.
Mo Guyuan frowned, his eyes deeply fixed on the figure of Samsara above the void. He stood resolutely, unmoving, and the light in his hand continued to flow towards the disc of Samsara above his head. @*~~
From the moment he sacrificed the Disk of Reincarnation previously, as he continued to cast spells to strengthen it, the entire Disk of Reincarnation became larger and larger. Looking at the outline now, the Disk of Samsara already occupies half of the sky, which is instantly spectacular.
The Disk of Reincarnation is firmly pressed against the bottom of the sky, covered with bright golden light, and sometimes there are other colorful lights flashing. But no matter how amazing this super artifact is, the tilt of the sky is still slowly falling down at a speed visible to the naked eye. But Samsara still didn't give up and always stuck to it.
"Can't even the divine power of reincarnation prevent the sky from collapsing? Then what can we do." Mo Guyuan murmured to himself, at a loss.
In his arms, Dumpling hugged Mo Guyuan's arm tightly. Looking at the scene of endless landslides and tsunamis in front of him, he was extremely nervous. On his plump face, the two light eyebrows were frowning unknowingly. exist.
"Mo Guyuan, we..." Yu Nie didn't finish her words, but her meaning was already obvious.
With the power of heaven and earth, not to mention trying to stop him, even if he wanted to save him, he would be powerless. If he relied on his chivalrous spirit, he might not even be able to save his own life.
Mo Guyuan lowered his head and looked. In the distance, Beiming Peng and Lan Jianzhou were calling for wind and rain in the sea, using their divine power to suppress the flooding of the sea in the east to prevent it from affecting the Xishan Jing.
Luokui looked at the decay and dust and smoke of the mountains, rivers and earth, then looked at Wu Jinghong and the others in mid-air, and finally turned her gaze back to the surrounding hills.
The wind and snow are getting stronger and stronger. The Changliu disciples standing on the top of the mountain are gradually feeling the chill. Some of the weak ones have begun to tremble their teeth and huddle back tightly.
Elder Wenzhu looked at the disciples around him with mixed feelings and pity.
"Qingrong Yanshan." Elder Wenzhu shouted lightly.
The two of them did not hesitate and immediately stepped forward and looked at Elder Wenzhu.
"My Changliu is in danger. If the sky falls, not to mention Tongtian Peak, I am afraid that all the more than 70 mountains of my Changliu, big and small, will be shattered. You are my hope for Changliu and the seeds of the future. You must not Just submerge, listen to my order, take the remaining young disciples of my sect and retreat quickly, don't stay here for a long time." Wenzhu shouted solemnly.
Hearing this, all the disciples were stunned. Yanshan asked directly, "What about you, elder?"
Wenzhu smiled leisurely and said, "As the great elder of Changliu Mountain, I have been rooted here for thousands of years. Under the natural disaster, I was sent to Changliu. How can I escape? Your ancestors and masters are still on Changliu Mountain." , of course I will stay with them to advance and retreat together."
At this moment, all the Changliu disciples had a determined look on their faces, and they all shouted, "We also want to advance and retreat with Changliu."
Wenzhu looked at the young and proud faces, and felt proud in his heart. They were all grown up.
The hope and glory of Liushan over the years are also the inheritance and blood of the new generation, but now in the face of the catastrophe, a choice must be made.
Wenzhu hit the nail on the head and said, "I know your intentions, and I don't want to persuade you. I only ask you one thing. If we advance and retreat together with Changliu this time, and finally cannot resist the forces of heaven, all my disciples up and down Changliu Mountain will die." In this natural disaster, from now on, there will be no more Changliushan sect in the mountains and seas. Is this the last ending you want to see?"
There was a moment of silence, and no one responded.
Perhaps it is true as Elder Wenzhu said, that may be the biggest disaster in Changliu Mountain.
A shocking crack traveled along the mountain, falling rocks flew, big trees were uprooted, and the mountain shook one after another, shaking everyone present.
"Qingrong Yanshan, if you don't quickly lead your disciples to retreat into the distance, the situation is now too urgent to delay. If you delay any longer, the consequences will be disastrous!" Wen Zhu shouted angrily.
Yanshan still refused to give up. His eyes were painful and he struggled to look up. He stretched out his fingers tremblingly and said, "But there is still Master..."
On the side, Qing Rong pulled Yan Shan and choked silently, "Master is at the end of his sword. We can all feel Master's appearance with that sword."
Yanshan burst into tears. This was the outcome he feared most.
At the same time, magic weapons of various colors flashed on many hills, and people scattered in all directions, fleeing from the place of right and wrong and heading into the distance.
Jing Mo's robes were flying with excitement, and he stepped straight into the air.
Wenzhu followed closely behind, rising step by step, full of determination.
Other elders also followed from the other hills, never leaving.
The remaining Changliu disciples watched the generous and fearless elders in the mountain go away together.
I don't know when it started, but the hilltop where Mo Guyuan and the others were standing had long since disintegrated. They were also suspended in mid-air at this moment, looking at the scene of life and death in Changliu Mountain.
"Master!" Luo Kui shouted loudly.
The clear sound penetrated the sky, ringing in the hearts of everyone present.
Wu Jinghong turned around weakly and looked in the direction of Luo Kui. At this moment, she suddenly had a happy smile.
As he glanced over, he saw that his three beloved disciples were looking deeply at him. Over the years and in their company, he had found something to worry about.
Wu Jinghong opened his mouth slightly, and he didn't know what he said. He couldn't hear it clearly. When the wind and snow blew, only the whistling sound could be heard.
Yu Nie held Luokui with one hand and said worriedly, "We can't get through there, be careful." Luokui's tears couldn't stop trickling down. She wiped them away desperately, but more tears fell from her eyes.
"Master, what should I do, and what should I do with Changliu Mountain?" Luo Kui was despairing. She had never been as sad as today.
Yu Nie looked at the falling sunflowers and pear flowers with rain, and felt sad in her heart. What could she do if he was like this?
Mo Guyuan took a deep breath and slowly said to several people, "Let's leave this place first. The building is falling, and people are like ants. It seems that there is nothing we can do."
At this moment, he also felt his own smallness and insignificance.
Heaven and earth are natural, and not even God can shake them in the slightest.
Yu Qinggong looked at Mo Guyuan struggling a little, walked to his side gently and whispered, "It's impossible to do anything by the power of heaven. At least we can do what we should do within our ability, right?"
Mo Guyuan was stunned and saw Yu Qinggong reaching out and pointing downwards, saying, "Although Changliu Mountain is hundreds of miles away, judging from the collapsing water potential at the bottom of the mountains, rivers and rivers, if things continue like this, some innocent people in the distance will be killed." The people, tribes and villages will all be overturned by the floods, and then life will be devastated and everything will be miserable."
Mo Guyuan was suddenly shocked. The monks could ride the wind and travel far away to avoid this natural disaster, but the mortals living on this continent were the most basic existences among the common people.
"You mean..." Mo Guyuan had a flash of inspiration and figured out the key in an instant.
"Yes, while there is still a chance, we can cut mountains and rocks to isolate the flood that is spreading in all directions. I will be responsible for pulling it, and you will help me from the side. We will try our best to trap the flood around Changliu, no.
Let the floods spread and cause disasters. This is what we can do. "Yu Qingqing smiled softly and looked directly at Mo Guyuan.
When Mo Guyuan heard this, he agreed without hesitation and turned around to inform Yu Nie and Luo Kui of their plans.
After the two of them heard this, although Luokui was worried about her master, she could not tolerate any entanglement in the situation of life and death. They all nodded in agreement and started to act separately.
The four of them circled around Changliu Mountain and had a general idea in mind. After agreeing on a strategy, Mo Guyuan used his sword to go to the surrounding mountains. They took advantage of the terrain to fill in rocks to block the road and isolate the direction of the flood.
Yu Qinggong uses the force of the river to draw the flood until it converges into the basin valley isolated by Mo Guyuan, thereby delaying the direction of the raging flood.
Luokui assisted Mo Guyuan from the side, telling him the surrounding terrain and the way to take shortcuts in the mountains. For Luokui, who had lived in Changliu Mountain since childhood, it was no problem. In this way, he could save a lot. time.
In the end, Yu Nie should inform the nearby villagers as quickly as possible according to the map around Changliu Mountain given to him by Luokui, and try to leave the location as soon as possible, just in case, to avoid any unexpected events.
The four of them acted separately, resolutely and swiftly, without any sloppiness.
High in the sky at the other end, Ling Jiuquan looked at the movements of the four people and seemed to have thought of something. He followed Yu Qingrong with his eyes and did not stop him.
In this way, she can exercise her body and gain the blessings of heaven and earth invisibly, which is something he likes to see.
Glancing over, he saw Mo Guyuan running at high speed with his sword and Luokui Pofeng. The light in his hand kept flickering, and he occasionally waved his hand towards the bottom of the mountain, causing loud noises to explode and dust to fly.
"This boy's Huang Tingjing is becoming more and more proficient. From this point of view, he must be in the Yuqing realm. @*~~" Ling Jiuquan thought to himself, thoughtfully. .
