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Chapter 303 Invitation from the Wind and Cold Weather (Third Update)
At this moment, the stone bowl collapsed suddenly, and the little blood in it suddenly dissipated. The old man trembled and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. He rolled back with a bang and was hit by an invisible force. It landed on the wall next to it.
At this moment, the door on the top floor of the tower was pushed open, and Mr. Guitai walked in with a gloomy expression. But when he saw the mess here, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"How could this happen...this...this..." The old man who fell under the wall looked confused and frightened, and kept mumbling.
"What happened!" Guitai Mangong stepped forward, helped the confused old man up, and asked immediately.
"I'm looking for the next ghost...my ritual was correct, and I did see it...but...but what I saw was..." The old man trembled, raised his head suddenly, and grabbed the ghost platform. Barbarian Gong's shoulders, breathing rapidly, his expression is no longer confused, but has become clear.
"I understand! Just remember, don't mess with that person named Su Ming. Never mess with this person... I saw something I shouldn't have seen. I saw..." The old man died. He was holding on to Mr. Guitai fiercely, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he spoke with difficulty.
"I can't tell you what I saw, but you must remember this and don't...provoke...him...he...he is..." The old man's body twitched violently and he pushed him away. He caught the dumb man standing there and strangled his neck tightly, his eyes showing madness.
A breath that made Guitai Mangong's body tremble suddenly condensed from the house. This breath was so strong that it made Guitai Mangong's scalp numb and he could not move. His pupils shrank, and in front of his eyes Everything he saw was beyond his knowledge and imagination, making him seem to have forgotten to breathe.
He saw that in front of the old man Guifang, there was a translucent hand, tightly pinching Guifang's neck, and lifting his body from the ground. Gradually, as Guifang struggled, he seemed to He has lost all his cultivation and is like an ordinary old man, without the slightest resistance.
But Mo Shan knows that he is not the strongest person in the Guitai tribe, the real strongest person is Guifang!Even though Guifang was already in his dying years, to be killed so slowly as if he were a mortal, this kind of thing required a level of cultivation that Mo Shan could not imagine.
His mind trembled, and he stared at all this blankly. He slowly saw a translucent person wearing an emperor's robe, completely appearing in front of Guifang. The appearance of this person did not cause any turmoil, nor did it cause any trouble. The color of the world changed, but there was a fear that suffocated Mo Shan, rushing towards his face.
At this moment, he has become an ant, and the translucent man wearing imperial robes and crown in front of him can be shattered to pieces with just one look.
Time only passed a few breaths, but to Mo Shan, these breaths were as long as eternity. He looked at the translucent figure, pinched Guifang's neck, and after letting go of his hand, he seemed to watch Take a look yourself.
The sight of this gaze made Mo Shan's heart roar. His eyes went blank, and he didn't know how much time had passed. When he woke up, there was silence in the house. There was no sound, only the dead body on the ground. It seems to tell the truth of that scene.
Moshan trembled, looking at Guifang's body, his last words before his death echoed in his mind.
"I saw something I shouldn't have seen... Remember this, never provoke that person named Su Ming... Don't... provoke him..."
Moshan, the barbarian from Guitai, trembled and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He knew that in his entire life, he would never forget the scene before Guifang died and the look that the translucent figure with the imperial crown looked at him. .
"What did he see...who is he..." The two him represented two people, Moshan was silent.
In his silence, he did not notice that in the Guitai City under the snowfield, outside the towering tower, there was a breeze blowing... This wind came from the cold weather.
There are very few rumors in this world that cannot be spread, and there are also very few rumors that cannot be spread. The matter of the ninth peak coming out and breaking into the northern border gradually spread in this short period of time.
Some were shocked, some were angry, some didn't believe it, and some laughed at it.
But no matter what, among the many rumors about the Ninth Peak over the years, there has been one more. Their lives are still the same. The eldest brother is in seclusion, and the second brother is planting flowers and plants. During the day, the sun shines on the side of his face, smiling gently. , like a ghost at night, looking for the darkness of the night.
As for Huzi, with those [-] jars of fine wine, he was grinning and giggling all day long, drunk and dreamy, and even his favorite peeping had not been done for several days.
Su Ming here is still copying the extremely fast second form, controlling the layout of the general's armor, tempering his body, and making final preparations for the Tianlan witch hunt.
Zi Che's injury has improved. As for Zhuo Ge, Su Ming asked Zi Che to take his head to the first peak and to Sima Xin's cave.
In fact, Su Ming always had a question. This question was not directed at Sima Xin, but at the second senior brother, but he did not ask. Maybe the second senior brother had his own secrets and was unable to help Zi Che heal his injuries in advance.
Bai Su here, after coming back, rarely came to look for Su Ming for half a month, as if she encountered something hesitant and needed some time to think things through.
Until half a month later, when she came again, Su Ming saw more traces of Bai Ling on her body.
Bai Su, who returned, has regained her previous personality, unruly and willful, and sometimes wants to tease Su Ming, but the price she pays every time is often the hang-up in the air that she has become accustomed to.
Time is passing slowly like this, and there are only less than two months left before the Tianlan Witch Hunting War!In the last two months, even Su Ming, who had not left the mountain, could feel a sense of depression hanging over the Tianhan Sect, like the silence before the storm.
Until that day, when Zi Che came back from an outing, he brought an invitation to Su Ming.
That invitation was from an auction held by the largest department in the vicinity. This auction will be the largest one within the Tianhan Sect before the war!
The organizer was not from the Tianhan majority, but from the Haidong Sect!This is a convention, a convention that only appears in a hundred years of war. Just like at this moment, many people in the Haidong Sect will receive invitations to a large-scale auction held by the Tianhan Sect nearby.
Su Ming wasn't too interested in this kind of auction until he saw one of the auction items marked on the invitation that made his heart skip a beat!
A complete cauldron for refining medicinal stones! !
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This chapter has two thousand words. I couldn't write anymore. I was so dizzy that I was confused. But I finished four chapters. Even if I missed a thousand words, I still finished four chapters. I tried my best.
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