Chapter 218 What a Big Movement

The two teams obviously felt a little weird, and slowed down before dusk, waiting for Lu Qing and others to rush over.

"What do you want to do?" Tonglu said, staring into Gu Qing's eyes.

Gu Qing said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Tonglu gave him a cold look and didn't speak again.

He came to Xueyuan to participate in the Taoist war this year. He had no other purpose, but just wanted to relive the memories from the past and commemorate the friendship with Luo Huainan.

Since it has nothing to do with Tonglu's team, it is naturally related to Xiang Wanshu from the Zhongzhou faction.

People looked back and forth between the two, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

Because of the story of Luo Huainan, and because Jing Jiu and Bai Zao didn't come back, the relationship between Qingshan School and Zhongzhou School ushered in the best period in history.

However, this process came to an abrupt halt three years ago.

Because Luo Huainan died, and the person who killed him was an abandoned disciple of Qingshan, this matter had nothing to do with Qingshan sect in essence, but the influence could not be eliminated.

"Excuse me, Fellow Daoist Gu, why did you follow us?"

Xiang Wanshu looked at Gu Qing warily.

Lu Qing said: "The world is so big, I just want to walk around."

Xiang Wanshu was a little helpless, thinking that fellow Taoists of Liangwang Peak said that Gu Qing had a calm and amiable temperament, but he did not expect to eventually acquire the habits of Shenmo Peak.

Can such unreasonable words be said so calmly?

Gu Qing was also very helpless, wondering if it wasn't because Master didn't have any portable location magic weapon, why should I follow you?

Xiang Wanshu signaled him to follow him to a place a little further away with his eyes, and said in a low voice, "What exactly do you want?"

Gu Qing said: "Whatever you want, I will do whatever you want."

Xiang Wanshu said: "Their remains may not be together. Have you forgotten the last avalanche Brother Luo said? They were all snow worms!"

Gu Qing said: "You mean to say that they have all been eaten by snow worms, and now they can't even find a single hair?"

Xiang Wanshu was a little depressed and said, "That's what you said."

Gu Qing said: "Since your faction's positioning magic weapon can still be used, it means that the snow worm cannot digest everything."

Xiang Wanshu said: "That's right, the Wanli Seal may be with the positioning magic weapon."

Lu Qing patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then have you ever thought that my family's Furth sword might be together?"

Xiang Wanshu was startled, and said, "It makes sense."

Lu Qing glanced at the sky and said, "Rest first, let's go together tomorrow?"

Xiang Wanshu said: "That's fine."

With the prestige of the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou Sect, there is no need to worry about the young practitioners participating in the Taoist war daring to snatch the Wanli Seal and the Forsi Sword, but one must be careful in everything.

Nothing to say all night.

When the morning light came, people woke up and suddenly felt that today's morning light was brighter than the previous days.

Suddenly someone uttered a cry and jumped up pointing to the north.

People looked towards the north, all shocked and speechless.

The surrounding black mountains are so clear, the morning glow dyes the sky, and the cold fog in the mountains dissipates overnight!

Lu Qing walked to Xiang Wanshu's side, and said with a smile, "Finally, it's faster."

Xiang Wanshu smiled and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a vibration in his waist.

He looked down, only to see that small green bamboo card was glowing.

Xiang Wanshu's complexion suddenly changed, and before he had time to say anything, he called out a piece of blue colored glaze, swept it up, and broke through the air, turning into a stream of light in an instant.

Gu Qing's expression changed slightly, and he took the sword away without hesitation, and it instantly turned into a sword light.

Seeing this scene, the companions on the snowy field were very surprised and strange, wondering what happened, so anxious?

Looking into the distance, Tonglu raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that Xiang Wanshu used the heaven and earth escape method, and Gu Qing's sword light could still catch up. Could it be that he has reached the upper realm of Wuzhang?

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On the field outside Baicheng.

Fang Jingtian looked at the north, the wrinkles on his face were illuminated by the morning light, his eyes were still so deep and quiet, like an ancient well without waves.

At another place a few miles away, Ren Qianzhu was also looking at the north with a dignified expression.

What are these two big figures from the Qingshan sect and the Zhongzhou sect looking at?

Suddenly, Fang Jingtian narrowed his eyes.

"The head of the communication..."

He was silent for a while, and said to the disciples behind him, "I found it, nothing happened."

A moment later, Ren Qianzhu also said the same words to the disciples behind him.

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The streamer light from the cyan colored glaze and the sword light were separated by tens of feet, flying towards the outside of the black mountains.

"How far is it?" Gu Qing asked.

Xiang Wanshu's consciousness landed on the green bamboo tablet, and said after a while: "There is still a long way to go."

No matter how calm Lu Qing's temperament was, he was a little annoyed, thinking that these magic weapons of the Zhongzhou School were really superficial and extremely difficult to use.

Xiang Wanshu glanced at him, thinking that the other party had already surpassed him within less than ten years of worshiping under Shenmo Peak, so he couldn't help being a little envious.

Jingyang Zhenren's former residence in Dongfu really has a fairy spirit.

I don't know if it's because of the cold fog or other reasons, but Gangfeng is much quieter.

The two took a risky flight, and soon they left the black mountains and came to the dead snowfield. The strange environment didn't make them slow down by half.

The scorching sun was in the sky, but there was no warmth, because the coldness suddenly rose in front.

Gu Qing and Xiang Wanshu landed on the snowfield, and found that there was a cliff ahead, which was extremely steep and bottomless, and the most terrifying thing was that it was filled with cold fog.

"Where is the exact location?" Gu Qing asked.

Xiang Wanshu grasped the green bamboo tablet tightly and felt it for a moment, then pointed to a certain place on the cliff in the cold mist and said, "It's right there."

Lu Qing's voice trembled slightly: "Are you still alive?"

Xiang Wanshu's face was full of joy, and he shouted, "Senior Sister is still alive!"

"Ah!" Gu Qing called out happily.

Xiang Wanshu's mind was occupied by surprise at this time, and he still felt a little strange, thinking that he could only judge that the senior sister was still alive, and didn't know about Jing Jiu's situation, why are you happier than me?

Naturally, Gu Qing didn't know what Xiang Wanshu was thinking, his logic was very clear, since your senior sister Bai Zao was still alive, how could my master die?

"Why are you hesitating!" He shouted, "Hurry up and save people."

Xiang Wanshu said: "The cold fog seals the entrance of the cave, how can we save it?"

Gu Qing said: "Break through the mountain directly, how deep is it?"

Xiang Wanshu observed the cliff and said: "The distance of more than ten feet, if you break directly from here, it may collapse, it is too dangerous."

Lu Qing didn't want to discuss with this nerd anymore, so he retreated more than a hundred feet away, sat cross-legged in the snow, and pointed his sword with both hands!

The flying sword slashed towards the surface of the snow field!

Wow!

I don't know how much ice, snow and hard soil were cut by the flying sword, and a gully about several feet deep appeared on the ground.

Xiang Wanshu was startled before he understood what he meant, and quickly flew back, sat cross-legged beside him, mobilized his consciousness, summoned the magic weapon, and blasted towards the surface of the snowfield!

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The young practitioners who participated in the Dao battle received the news and rushed over one after another, and saw a very strange scene.

Xiang Wanshu and Gu Qing sat cross-legged in the snow with their eyes closed.

Jian Guang and Liu Guang kept bombarding the ground, and a deep pit had been dug out on the surface of the snowfield, about ten feet wide, leading to the depths of the ground.

What is this doing?

The boy surnamed Yuan was the first to react, with a strange cry, he called out the flying sword and slashed towards the ground. Immediately afterwards, the Qingshan disciples also understood, and the Zhongzhou sect disciples also understood, and each called out flying swords and magic weapons to bombard the ground. Even some disciples from other sects also guessed what was going on and began to help.

Tonglu didn't make a move, and stood in the distance, looking at the tunnel that was getting deeper and longer, with a complicated expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Because they were worried about the collapse of the cliff, Gu Qing and Xiang Wanshu chose a very shallow angle, which was equivalent to digging a very long slope. Moreover, the bottom of the snow field was eroded by perennial cold fog, and it was extremely frozen, especially those rocks were like steel.

Lu Qing and Xiang Wanshu persisted for the longest time, their real energy was consumed too much, and their faces were pale.

A crack appeared in the stone wall at the end of the pit.

Gu Qing shouted: "Be careful!"

Where the voice fell, the crack expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and heavy stones fell, making a dull impact sound.

The young practitioners backed away one after another.

Gu Qing, Xiang Wanshu and the boy surnamed Yuan walked to the front of the crowd.

The crack grew bigger and bigger until the upper half of the stone wall collapsed!

There was a loud bang, the snow field shook, the stones on the ground rolled everywhere, and the smoke and dust covered the sky!

I don't know how long it took, but the smoke finally dissipated.

Countless lines of sight stared there.

A hole appeared there.

An iron sword was inserted there, burning continuously, looking like a torch that would never go out in the night.

Inside the burning iron sword is a bamboo lounge chair.

Looking at the bamboo deck chair, Gu Qing's eyes were a little moist.

Jing Jiu lay on the bamboo chair, looking at the crowd.

His gaze moved, and finally landed on Gu Qing.

"You guys are making too much noise."