Chapter 679
Chapter 679
Chapter 679
The Temple of Heaven, the imperial palace of the Wei Dynasty, is paved with white stones. Although it does not look as luxurious as gold and jade, it has a sense of simplicity and grandeur.
However, at this moment, Yang Shu's feeling of being on the Temple of Heaven dozens of times only made his scalp tingle and shudder.
——The bright red emperor's blood slowly flowed down the ravine of the Temple of Heaven, until the blood dried up, the majestic voice was still holding the dagger, dancing in a strange posture on the highest point of the Temple of Heaven Distorted dance, intoxicated, unable to wake up.
And the expression on his face was even more sweet, as if some long-cherished wish had been fulfilled.
This is an extremely beautiful expression, and it can be called the joy of Longyan when placed on an emperor.
However, coupled with what King Wei is doing, it looks extremely treacherous and infiltrating.
At this time, Yang Shu thought that he would never see anything more bizarre than this in his life.
——An emperor who ruled hundreds of countries around him swung a knife and committed suicide under the eyes of everyone as if he had gone mad.
But soon, he realized that he was too naive.
Following the suicide of King Wei, the princes, officials and soldiers below, and even the musicians who played drums and music, seemed to be possessed by the strong smell of blood.
They drew out the daggers that were also prepared with them, the cold light was shining and bitingly cold.
Then, under Yang Shu's bewildered gaze, he turned the sharp blade around his neck.
In the silent fog, the subtle and complicated sounds of successors cutting flesh and blood echoed.
Streams of bright red gushed out like silk, splashing on the rough and yellowed White Stone Temple of Heaven.
gurgling...
The sound of water flowing over stones sounded, and as people fell down one after another like scarecrows, endless blood covered the entire palace. The ravines in the Temple of Heaven could no longer hold so much blood, and the extra bright red poured down like boiling water. Flowing and crashing against the scarlet city wall.
"vomit……"
"vomit……"
"vomit……"
The sound of vomiting one after another resounded in the convoy led by Yang Shu.
Those who can be selected as the accompanying guards for the tribute of the Wei Dynasty must be those with high martial arts skills and tough hearts.I've been wandering in the bloody storm all my life, what big occasion haven't I seen?
But at this moment, the scene in front of them, the scene of the Wei Dynasty committing suicide under the leadership of the emperor, they had never seen before.
The strong smell of blood even surpassed the most tragic battlefield.
But these are fine.
——With the mentality of people like Yang Shu, no matter how disgusting or exciting the picture is, it is not enough to make them lose their composure.
The key is the expression.
Just like the emperor of the Wei Dynasty, no matter the powerful minister or the humble eunuch, from the moment he wiped the blade on his neck until he died, there was a strange smile on his face that made the spine chill!
That smile of satisfaction as if a wish had come true.
It made Yang Shu feel nauseated.
"Master Yang..."
The officer of the convoy this time was a young man in his twenties. He wiped the filth from the corners of his mouth, turned his head trembling like a puppet, his face was pale, and his eyes begged: "Master Yang...this...how..."
"go!"
Yang Shu took a deep breath, not daring to stay any longer, and drove the team to turn around!
Obviously, although we don't know what happened to the Wei Dynasty, the whole dynasty committed suicide together from top to bottom, and a normal person would not think this is a good thing.
So, after a brief moment of stupefaction, Yang Shu ordered decisively.
withdraw!
It doesn't matter whether he confesses to court or not!
Withdraw before talking!
At this time, he thought that he had already seen the terrifying scene like purgatory, and for the rest of his life, no matter what storms and waves could compare to it.
But once again, he miscalculated.
When the convoy turned around and drove towards the direction outside the capital of the Wei Dynasty, Yang Shu passed the streets of the capital of Wei.
But different from the lifelessness when he came here, the scene he saw when he returned now was really "lifelessness".
In just a quarter of an hour, there was no longer a single living creature in the streets and alleys of the Weidu Dynasty.
corpse.
corpse.
Still a corpse!
The corpses lay in disorder in the wide streets and alleys, and the blood flowed freely, dyeing the whole land in blood red.
And then, as always.
On the faces of those people, no matter men or women, no matter how old or young, no matter whether they are high or low, they all have extremely satisfied smiles on their faces!
"commit a sin……"
Yang Shu gasped, and suddenly thought of a scary question.
——The ones who committed suicide suddenly were probably not only the emperor of the Wei Dynasty and the princes of Gungun, but also all the living beings in the entire capital of Wei, who swung their knives to kill themselves just now.
"go!"
"Come on!"
Even if the aura of this piece of land is thin and the magic is not obvious, Yang Shu has to doubt it at this moment.
This is probably not an extraordinary reason.
Team, speed up.
The iron-clad horseshoes hurriedly stepped across the bloody ground, and the wheels ran over warm corpses. Yang Shu on the carriage could even feel that he was walking on a "road" made of corpses.
Another half hour passed.
The convoy led by Yang Shu finally walked out of the Wei Wangdu. He raised the curtain of the car and took a last look at the majestic giant city behind him.
At this moment, the capital of King Wei was still shrouded in dense fog, but the dense fog was no longer pure white.
The soaring blood filled the sky, even dyed the mist a faint red. Coupled with the dark and ferocious city walls, it made people feel like a demon den!
"Master Yang..."
The chief etiquette officer in front of the car breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Yang Shu like the rest of his life after a disaster, and was about to speak.
But Yang Shu glared at him and blocked his mouth, "Don't talk, let's go."
At this time, Yang Shu already had some guesses in his mind—I am afraid that he was out of danger by leaving the Wei Dynasty.
Recalling the weird scenes of the entire Wei Dynasty, Yang Shu even vaguely had a terrible guess—whether the entire Wei Dynasty, all living beings, and all living beings died?
But he didn't say that.
Just anxiously urged the team to go home.
.
Time, little by little.
More than a month.
The convoy led by Yang Shu returned to his home country without any danger.
The people who went there were full of energy, but when they came back, their cheeks were thin, their hair was messy, their faces were pale, and their appearance was haggard.
It seems that in the past few months, they did not go to the Wei Dynasty, but to the Underworld.
Push open the city gate.
Yang Shu's carriage was the first to step into his own capital.
Homecoming is like an arrow.
He couldn't wait to report the weird things he had experienced to his king.
But the moment the city gate was pushed open, a strong rancid smell even passed through the car curtain and got into Yang Shu's nose.
At that moment, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
He got out of the car tremblingly.
Then, what came into view was the terrifying scene that made Yang Shu collapse to the ground!
Corpse!
There are also corpses all over the floor!
The blood had already solidified, and it seemed to spread a layer of dark red carpet on the flat ground.
The rotting corpses that had passed by for a month were lying in front of everyone in disorder.
"This... What the hell is going on?"
"Dead? Are they all dead?"
"Not only the Wei Dynasty? Our country is also doomed?"
"No! No! I don't believe it! My child! My child is only three years old!"
"..."
Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.
When people who died by suicide were just strangers who met by chance, people only felt fear and curiosity.
But when the same thing happened to them, they would...be in agony!
The nerves that had been strained by the horrible scene of being scolded finally broke!
Countless guards seemed to be crazy, some murmured, unacceptable, and some roared loudly, grabbing the ground with their heads!
But the only thing in common is that they collapsed.
"Master Yang..." The young ceremony officer raised his head, his eyes revealing sorrow.
"Huh..." Yang Shu let out a long sigh, patted his shoulder, and shook his head lightly.
"No, Master Yang, did you hear... the voice..." The young ceremony official trembled all over, as if he was suffering from some kind of extreme fear.
"Voice?" Yang Shu was taken aback.
He looked around and listened carefully, but found that apart from the sound of vultures greedily nibbling on carrion among the corpses, there was no other sound.
"What sound?" Yang Shu asked.
The young ceremony officer pointed to the city wall, and the flag of his country made the night bird totem flutter in the wind, "There...there are talking..."
"What?" Yang Shu asked anxiously, his heart tightened.
"Say...my wish...I want to be an emperor in the future...I want to marry many women...No! I want to die...destroy...I want everything to be destroyed..."
Halfway through the ecstasy, the young ceremony official suddenly changed his face, looked at the night bird totem with a dull gaze, and said the last sentence in an extremely longing tone.
Then, under Yang Shu's astonished gaze, this young man who just thought about becoming an emperor and marrying his concubine bumped his head against the ram of the carriage!
boom!
The dull voice was not ear-piercing amidst the broken cries of the guards, but it pierced into Yang Shu's heart like a red-hot iron.
At the same time, the guards around seemed to be possessed by a demon, they stopped crying and making noise, and there was a look of longing in their eyes.
Then, he pulled out the blade calmly and slashed at the neck!
They all fell to the ground!
Yang Shu saw one after another warm corpses lying in the cold pile of rotting corpses, with blood flowing on the dark red blood, bringing a new meaning to this rotten city.
Yang Shu looked at the totem of the night bird almost subconsciously.
Suddenly, there really was a voice resounding in his ears.
"what do you want……"
"Who do you want to be?"
"you think……"
At that moment, Yang Shu seemed to be fascinated by his mind, his eyes became dull, and he murmured: "I want... I want to take off my armor and return to the field..."
"No...you want to die...you want to be destroyed...you want everything to be destroyed...return to the original..." That strange voice sounded again.
So, Yang Shu showed a sudden realization expression, "Oh...I want to die...I want to return to the original...I want to destroy..."
comprehend.
It's like a practitioner who once realized the Tao.
He came to his senses.
He bent down, regardless of the stench, opened a long-rotten corpse, pulled out a rusty long knife that was stained red with blood, and wiped it on his neck!
puff!
Blood splattered!
Fall down!
As a result, there is no trace of life in this land.
.
long time.
I don't know how long has passed.
But it seemed only for a moment.
In short, time seems to have no meaning.
Yang Shu woke up.
He opened his eyes, and everything in his past life flashed by like a revolving lantern.
——The experience of the world of mortals, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, reincarnation of life and death... everything, turned into some kind of mysterious and mysterious power, led Yang Shu towards the dark direction.
And during this process, huge memories that did not belong to Yang Shu also surfaced in his mind.
Huaxianyu, Wanyanqi, Huaxian Holy Land, Kunkan Erdao, Tianwangfeng, Xianyan... Countless messages, like enlightenment, Yang Shu's remnant soul really came to his senses.
"I'm Yang Shu."
"Also named...Hua Xian."
Heavenly Kings.
On the majestic mountain, next to the ancient white stone chessboard, Huaxian, holding a whisk, spent the life of his former soul "Yang Shu" in just a blink of an eye.
from start to finish.
Originally, everything was normal.
Except for the last few months.
Except... the totem of the night bird that became popular at some point!
"The old man knows."
In the silence, Hua Xian let out a long breath of foul air, his eyes were piercing.
"—Nightbird, there is a big problem."
Sword Master Sheng Jun frowned, not knowing why.
Hua Xian was not in a hurry, and explained it in the shortest language, which made this stern colleague understand.
"Nightbird...bewitched people to commit suicide?" Sword Master Sheng Jun frowned.
Hua Xian nodded.
"Let's not care about who is behind the night bird? But...why?" Sword Master Sheng Jun was puzzled.
Assuming that there is really a conspiracy behind the night bird, then the person behind the scenes who can spread the totem throughout the Kunkan Second Dao will definitely not be a simple person.
But why would such a person want to attack those unarmed mortals?
"Could it be... just a test?" Sword Master Sheng Jun asked himself and answered, "First mortals, then monks, then more powerful monks, until... us?"
Hua Xian was also startled, but immediately reacted, shaking his head and said: "No, it's unlikely—what the old soul's soul felt was only the extremely weak 'bewitching', that's all, this level, a little practice of the Tao If you follow the law, there will be no hindrance.”
"Besides, it would be a fantasy to confuse the existence of the fairyland to commit suicide—with such power, why use those mortals to start?"
After hearing this, Sword Master Shengjun nodded slightly, then closed his eyes, and returned to his own great domain after wandering in the sky.
After a while, it suddenly opened!
"How?" Hua Xian asked with a frown.
"The same thing happened in some mortal kingdoms in the Saint Jun domain." The sword master Sheng Jun's eyes were extremely cold, and his voice was cold!
After a pause, he added: "—and, these mortal countries are extremely prosperous in business, and they believe in the night bird totem that makes money and gathers wealth."
"This matter needs to be reported to His Majesty immediately!" Hua Xian took a deep breath and almost blurted out.
But the next moment, the two looked at the main peak of Tianwang at the same time, revealing a touch of hesitation for the first time.
(End of this chapter)
The Temple of Heaven, the imperial palace of the Wei Dynasty, is paved with white stones. Although it does not look as luxurious as gold and jade, it has a sense of simplicity and grandeur.
However, at this moment, Yang Shu's feeling of being on the Temple of Heaven dozens of times only made his scalp tingle and shudder.
——The bright red emperor's blood slowly flowed down the ravine of the Temple of Heaven, until the blood dried up, the majestic voice was still holding the dagger, dancing in a strange posture on the highest point of the Temple of Heaven Distorted dance, intoxicated, unable to wake up.
And the expression on his face was even more sweet, as if some long-cherished wish had been fulfilled.
This is an extremely beautiful expression, and it can be called the joy of Longyan when placed on an emperor.
However, coupled with what King Wei is doing, it looks extremely treacherous and infiltrating.
At this time, Yang Shu thought that he would never see anything more bizarre than this in his life.
——An emperor who ruled hundreds of countries around him swung a knife and committed suicide under the eyes of everyone as if he had gone mad.
But soon, he realized that he was too naive.
Following the suicide of King Wei, the princes, officials and soldiers below, and even the musicians who played drums and music, seemed to be possessed by the strong smell of blood.
They drew out the daggers that were also prepared with them, the cold light was shining and bitingly cold.
Then, under Yang Shu's bewildered gaze, he turned the sharp blade around his neck.
In the silent fog, the subtle and complicated sounds of successors cutting flesh and blood echoed.
Streams of bright red gushed out like silk, splashing on the rough and yellowed White Stone Temple of Heaven.
gurgling...
The sound of water flowing over stones sounded, and as people fell down one after another like scarecrows, endless blood covered the entire palace. The ravines in the Temple of Heaven could no longer hold so much blood, and the extra bright red poured down like boiling water. Flowing and crashing against the scarlet city wall.
"vomit……"
"vomit……"
"vomit……"
The sound of vomiting one after another resounded in the convoy led by Yang Shu.
Those who can be selected as the accompanying guards for the tribute of the Wei Dynasty must be those with high martial arts skills and tough hearts.I've been wandering in the bloody storm all my life, what big occasion haven't I seen?
But at this moment, the scene in front of them, the scene of the Wei Dynasty committing suicide under the leadership of the emperor, they had never seen before.
The strong smell of blood even surpassed the most tragic battlefield.
But these are fine.
——With the mentality of people like Yang Shu, no matter how disgusting or exciting the picture is, it is not enough to make them lose their composure.
The key is the expression.
Just like the emperor of the Wei Dynasty, no matter the powerful minister or the humble eunuch, from the moment he wiped the blade on his neck until he died, there was a strange smile on his face that made the spine chill!
That smile of satisfaction as if a wish had come true.
It made Yang Shu feel nauseated.
"Master Yang..."
The officer of the convoy this time was a young man in his twenties. He wiped the filth from the corners of his mouth, turned his head trembling like a puppet, his face was pale, and his eyes begged: "Master Yang...this...how..."
"go!"
Yang Shu took a deep breath, not daring to stay any longer, and drove the team to turn around!
Obviously, although we don't know what happened to the Wei Dynasty, the whole dynasty committed suicide together from top to bottom, and a normal person would not think this is a good thing.
So, after a brief moment of stupefaction, Yang Shu ordered decisively.
withdraw!
It doesn't matter whether he confesses to court or not!
Withdraw before talking!
At this time, he thought that he had already seen the terrifying scene like purgatory, and for the rest of his life, no matter what storms and waves could compare to it.
But once again, he miscalculated.
When the convoy turned around and drove towards the direction outside the capital of the Wei Dynasty, Yang Shu passed the streets of the capital of Wei.
But different from the lifelessness when he came here, the scene he saw when he returned now was really "lifelessness".
In just a quarter of an hour, there was no longer a single living creature in the streets and alleys of the Weidu Dynasty.
corpse.
corpse.
Still a corpse!
The corpses lay in disorder in the wide streets and alleys, and the blood flowed freely, dyeing the whole land in blood red.
And then, as always.
On the faces of those people, no matter men or women, no matter how old or young, no matter whether they are high or low, they all have extremely satisfied smiles on their faces!
"commit a sin……"
Yang Shu gasped, and suddenly thought of a scary question.
——The ones who committed suicide suddenly were probably not only the emperor of the Wei Dynasty and the princes of Gungun, but also all the living beings in the entire capital of Wei, who swung their knives to kill themselves just now.
"go!"
"Come on!"
Even if the aura of this piece of land is thin and the magic is not obvious, Yang Shu has to doubt it at this moment.
This is probably not an extraordinary reason.
Team, speed up.
The iron-clad horseshoes hurriedly stepped across the bloody ground, and the wheels ran over warm corpses. Yang Shu on the carriage could even feel that he was walking on a "road" made of corpses.
Another half hour passed.
The convoy led by Yang Shu finally walked out of the Wei Wangdu. He raised the curtain of the car and took a last look at the majestic giant city behind him.
At this moment, the capital of King Wei was still shrouded in dense fog, but the dense fog was no longer pure white.
The soaring blood filled the sky, even dyed the mist a faint red. Coupled with the dark and ferocious city walls, it made people feel like a demon den!
"Master Yang..."
The chief etiquette officer in front of the car breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Yang Shu like the rest of his life after a disaster, and was about to speak.
But Yang Shu glared at him and blocked his mouth, "Don't talk, let's go."
At this time, Yang Shu already had some guesses in his mind—I am afraid that he was out of danger by leaving the Wei Dynasty.
Recalling the weird scenes of the entire Wei Dynasty, Yang Shu even vaguely had a terrible guess—whether the entire Wei Dynasty, all living beings, and all living beings died?
But he didn't say that.
Just anxiously urged the team to go home.
.
Time, little by little.
More than a month.
The convoy led by Yang Shu returned to his home country without any danger.
The people who went there were full of energy, but when they came back, their cheeks were thin, their hair was messy, their faces were pale, and their appearance was haggard.
It seems that in the past few months, they did not go to the Wei Dynasty, but to the Underworld.
Push open the city gate.
Yang Shu's carriage was the first to step into his own capital.
Homecoming is like an arrow.
He couldn't wait to report the weird things he had experienced to his king.
But the moment the city gate was pushed open, a strong rancid smell even passed through the car curtain and got into Yang Shu's nose.
At that moment, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
He got out of the car tremblingly.
Then, what came into view was the terrifying scene that made Yang Shu collapse to the ground!
Corpse!
There are also corpses all over the floor!
The blood had already solidified, and it seemed to spread a layer of dark red carpet on the flat ground.
The rotting corpses that had passed by for a month were lying in front of everyone in disorder.
"This... What the hell is going on?"
"Dead? Are they all dead?"
"Not only the Wei Dynasty? Our country is also doomed?"
"No! No! I don't believe it! My child! My child is only three years old!"
"..."
Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.
When people who died by suicide were just strangers who met by chance, people only felt fear and curiosity.
But when the same thing happened to them, they would...be in agony!
The nerves that had been strained by the horrible scene of being scolded finally broke!
Countless guards seemed to be crazy, some murmured, unacceptable, and some roared loudly, grabbing the ground with their heads!
But the only thing in common is that they collapsed.
"Master Yang..." The young ceremony officer raised his head, his eyes revealing sorrow.
"Huh..." Yang Shu let out a long sigh, patted his shoulder, and shook his head lightly.
"No, Master Yang, did you hear... the voice..." The young ceremony official trembled all over, as if he was suffering from some kind of extreme fear.
"Voice?" Yang Shu was taken aback.
He looked around and listened carefully, but found that apart from the sound of vultures greedily nibbling on carrion among the corpses, there was no other sound.
"What sound?" Yang Shu asked.
The young ceremony officer pointed to the city wall, and the flag of his country made the night bird totem flutter in the wind, "There...there are talking..."
"What?" Yang Shu asked anxiously, his heart tightened.
"Say...my wish...I want to be an emperor in the future...I want to marry many women...No! I want to die...destroy...I want everything to be destroyed..."
Halfway through the ecstasy, the young ceremony official suddenly changed his face, looked at the night bird totem with a dull gaze, and said the last sentence in an extremely longing tone.
Then, under Yang Shu's astonished gaze, this young man who just thought about becoming an emperor and marrying his concubine bumped his head against the ram of the carriage!
boom!
The dull voice was not ear-piercing amidst the broken cries of the guards, but it pierced into Yang Shu's heart like a red-hot iron.
At the same time, the guards around seemed to be possessed by a demon, they stopped crying and making noise, and there was a look of longing in their eyes.
Then, he pulled out the blade calmly and slashed at the neck!
They all fell to the ground!
Yang Shu saw one after another warm corpses lying in the cold pile of rotting corpses, with blood flowing on the dark red blood, bringing a new meaning to this rotten city.
Yang Shu looked at the totem of the night bird almost subconsciously.
Suddenly, there really was a voice resounding in his ears.
"what do you want……"
"Who do you want to be?"
"you think……"
At that moment, Yang Shu seemed to be fascinated by his mind, his eyes became dull, and he murmured: "I want... I want to take off my armor and return to the field..."
"No...you want to die...you want to be destroyed...you want everything to be destroyed...return to the original..." That strange voice sounded again.
So, Yang Shu showed a sudden realization expression, "Oh...I want to die...I want to return to the original...I want to destroy..."
comprehend.
It's like a practitioner who once realized the Tao.
He came to his senses.
He bent down, regardless of the stench, opened a long-rotten corpse, pulled out a rusty long knife that was stained red with blood, and wiped it on his neck!
puff!
Blood splattered!
Fall down!
As a result, there is no trace of life in this land.
.
long time.
I don't know how long has passed.
But it seemed only for a moment.
In short, time seems to have no meaning.
Yang Shu woke up.
He opened his eyes, and everything in his past life flashed by like a revolving lantern.
——The experience of the world of mortals, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, reincarnation of life and death... everything, turned into some kind of mysterious and mysterious power, led Yang Shu towards the dark direction.
And during this process, huge memories that did not belong to Yang Shu also surfaced in his mind.
Huaxianyu, Wanyanqi, Huaxian Holy Land, Kunkan Erdao, Tianwangfeng, Xianyan... Countless messages, like enlightenment, Yang Shu's remnant soul really came to his senses.
"I'm Yang Shu."
"Also named...Hua Xian."
Heavenly Kings.
On the majestic mountain, next to the ancient white stone chessboard, Huaxian, holding a whisk, spent the life of his former soul "Yang Shu" in just a blink of an eye.
from start to finish.
Originally, everything was normal.
Except for the last few months.
Except... the totem of the night bird that became popular at some point!
"The old man knows."
In the silence, Hua Xian let out a long breath of foul air, his eyes were piercing.
"—Nightbird, there is a big problem."
Sword Master Sheng Jun frowned, not knowing why.
Hua Xian was not in a hurry, and explained it in the shortest language, which made this stern colleague understand.
"Nightbird...bewitched people to commit suicide?" Sword Master Sheng Jun frowned.
Hua Xian nodded.
"Let's not care about who is behind the night bird? But...why?" Sword Master Sheng Jun was puzzled.
Assuming that there is really a conspiracy behind the night bird, then the person behind the scenes who can spread the totem throughout the Kunkan Second Dao will definitely not be a simple person.
But why would such a person want to attack those unarmed mortals?
"Could it be... just a test?" Sword Master Sheng Jun asked himself and answered, "First mortals, then monks, then more powerful monks, until... us?"
Hua Xian was also startled, but immediately reacted, shaking his head and said: "No, it's unlikely—what the old soul's soul felt was only the extremely weak 'bewitching', that's all, this level, a little practice of the Tao If you follow the law, there will be no hindrance.”
"Besides, it would be a fantasy to confuse the existence of the fairyland to commit suicide—with such power, why use those mortals to start?"
After hearing this, Sword Master Shengjun nodded slightly, then closed his eyes, and returned to his own great domain after wandering in the sky.
After a while, it suddenly opened!
"How?" Hua Xian asked with a frown.
"The same thing happened in some mortal kingdoms in the Saint Jun domain." The sword master Sheng Jun's eyes were extremely cold, and his voice was cold!
After a pause, he added: "—and, these mortal countries are extremely prosperous in business, and they believe in the night bird totem that makes money and gathers wealth."
"This matter needs to be reported to His Majesty immediately!" Hua Xian took a deep breath and almost blurted out.
But the next moment, the two looked at the main peak of Tianwang at the same time, revealing a touch of hesitation for the first time.
(End of this chapter)