A moment ago, he was pushed away by a huge force. He wondered if this force was the repulsive force brought by the divine sword because it hit the high priest, or if someone really pushed him.

Then he entered a brief state of loss of consciousness. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was not sure where he was. The only thing he could do was to yell, regardless of the dust in his throat: "Senior Brother, Chen Qingzhu?"

From time to time, a violent cough came from Zhang Xiaodao's side. He released his energy to blow away the dust and smoke, and saw Chen Qingzhu's back.

Chen Qingzhu hugged Zhang Shechuan tightly and found that Zhang Shechuan was still alive, and shed tears in ecstasy.

The dust on the top of the mountain gradually dissipated as people used their means. People raised their heads and saw the particularly clear sky. They lowered their heads and could no longer say a word.

Not far from their feet, a terrifying pit appeared.

The deep pit surrounded the ground hundreds of feet, occupying two-thirds of the mountain top area. At first glance, I couldn't see the bottom. I don't know if it had sunk deep below the horizon. All I could reach was a piece of black, as if it was swallowing the soft sunlight, but it was also blocking people's gaze.

Dading Mountain turned into a crater because of its power!

Zhang Xiaodao stepped on the dry and burnt sand, feeling the seemingly scorching air in every breath, standing in the wind at the mountain pass.

He saw many tender cheeks approaching him, they either supported or supported him, and the vibrations of the mountain made them panic. They found that the crisis had passed and they smiled foolishly.

This baptism is not in cultivation, but in vision.

The eldest brother dragged his tired body to Zhang Xiaodao and asked, "Compared to the crater that is so ugly, I still think that the teacher just asked us to see his sword, which is the real scenery."

Zhang Xiaodao recalled the sword when he heard this. He didn't feel strange just now in the crisis. At this moment, under the memory, he immediately felt the endless sharpness as if he was breaking his memory image, and his body seemed to be about to separate and turn into fragments under the sharpness.

The eldest brother looked at Zhang Xiaodao and shivered, saying, "Don't worry, this sword is enough for you to experience half a lifetime."

Zhang Xiaodao agreed, but asked, "Is the high priest dead?"

The eldest brother said affirmatively: "I will definitely die."

Zhang Xiaodao let out a breath of turbid air, and the rock in his heart fell to the ground, and he immediately felt extremely weak.

"Let's go down the mountain, and let the rest be left to General Xu Qing."

"Yeah, I really want to have a meal now."

When the elder brother heard this, he took out the steamed bun that was still stained with blood in his arms and said, "Can you make do with it?"

Zhang Xiaodao tore off the blood-stained white flour, broke open the steamed bun and handed it to the senior brother halfway and said, "Old rule. Brothers meet half of each person."

The eldest brother took half of the steamed bun, looked at the bottom of the crater with his eyes. He sighed, wondering what he was feeling sad.

Zhang Xiaodao did not notice the expression of the senior brother and asked thoughtfully: "That old woman?"

"If she doesn't die, she won't dare to come."

Zhang Xiaodao looked at the senior brother's confident expression and nodded, then joined the rescue brigade next to the crater while gnawing on the steamed buns.

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Yang Fenglan arched her tired body and walked through the forests of Dading Mountain that were shaking from time to time. She staggered and fell from time to time. But she immediately got up and continued running, looking a little crazy with horror.

The Divine Sword Falls, Nine Heavens!

Yang Fenglan, who had been fighting against the prosperous Tang Dynasty for many years, understood one truth: there were no ones that could not be killed in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It just depends on whether they were willing to kill and whether their opponents were worth killing.

She considered herself the top foreign affairs leader in the Weekly Conference, but she still seemed to be not qualified to let any of those two take action. She was not even worthy of the senior brother's attack.

Just as her thoughts were constantly moving, he saw a figure who was like her who was going down the mountain to escape while the smoke and dust were everywhere.

She discovered a terrified fact again, that Mr.'s sword was only aimed at the high priest.

Otherwise, if he wanted to level the mountain, it would be easy for him to do so, and they would not be alive now.

She did not say a word to the fugitives she might know, and even gradually moved away from them. The two sides became two parallel lines, and there was a very tacit understanding that they did not encounter any intersection.

Some people go down the mountain, and naturally some people go up.

Three men from the Great Wilderness came late with their giant weapons. They saw a strange noise on the top of the mountain in the distance. They also noticed that someone was going down the mountain like crazy when they were going up the mountain.

But they didn't care. They had only one purpose here. That was to fight! Fight with the people of the Tang Dynasty that they hated the most!

The mountain song rang again when I was up the mountain, from the mouths of the three of them.

"There is a mountain in the Great Wilderness, among the clouds, the Great Wilderness has a river in the blue sky, the Great Wilderness has a temple, on the top of the mountain, the Great Wilderness has enemies, it is the prosperous Tang Dynasty!"

The simple and easy-to-understand tunes are full of self-deprecating and sarcastic lyrics. Three people from the Great Wilderness spread the songs throughout Dading Mountain with their loud voices, and their paces became more and more brisk.

Xu Qing, who was close to the top, heard the song, and his eyebrows were filled with sadness, and then he walked firmly towards the top of the mountain.

When the song reached the top of the mountain, it seemed as if it was not there, and the prosperous Tang Dynasty team, which was already ready to go, stopped.

The senior brother standing at the front of the team raised his eyebrows and said, "This song is very old."

Zhang Xiaodao didn't say anything. He had excellent ears and could naturally hear the lyrics. He naturally judged that a man from Dahuang came to Dading Mountain.

"It was written and sung by the people of the Tang Dynasty."

Chen Qingzhu asked, "Then?"

"Then, Dahuang banned this song. Only those swordsmen from thirty years ago knew about this song and were willing to hum, so as to inspire themselves and remember the shame of the Yonghe River."

“That is, the person who comes is very strong.”

"I'm afraid it's very strong."

"Will the teacher draw another sword?"

"The teacher is not a god, he is still a human after all."

Zhang Xiaodao was silent, and the senior brother stepped forward to the only remaining ancient stone road in the mountains.

Zhang Xiaodao followed closely, but did not have the elegant temperament of his senior brother. Instead, he sat down cross-leggedly, instantly entered a state of meditation and restored his vitality.

Chen Qingzhu looked at Zhang Xiaodao in surprise, and the extremely weak Zhang Shechuan said, "If you say you can enter into meditation, you will enter into meditation. The disciples of Mr. are indeed monsters."

Chen Qingzhu frowned and said, "Master, I feel very uncomfortable."

“Why.”

"No one could get involved in the previous battle except you and the senior brother."

"However, I am still not qualified to fight. Zhang Xiaodao stood in front of me and hated me so much."

Zhang Shechuan did not answer, but coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling the depressing atmosphere of the disciples of the surrounding sects, thinking that it might be good to die in this Dading Mountain. After all, if you can get the light of your husband's sword, you may have the chance to write it into historical books in the future.

As I was thinking about it, the loud songs of the Great Wilderness Mountain are getting louder and louder.

The louder it is, the more it means that the people in the Great Wilderness will soon arrive at the top of the mountain!
Chapter completed!