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Chapter 495: The Great War Reignites

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    The great master Ba Chuanshan has made a plan, and the killing game will start!

    At this time, it was the beginning of the game, and on this day, it was raining continuously in Bashan.

    In the Bayao Mountain, the whole mountain was shrouded in a cloud of rain, the rain continued to drizzle like silk, the rain was not heavy but endless, which made people feel restless.

    The eight peaks were all covered by mist, making it impossible for the eight peaks to look at each other.

    At this moment, a figure suddenly walked into the Bayao Mountain. He stood on one of the peaks and looked up at the other peaks in the distance.

    But at this time, the water mist was very thick, and his eyes could only vaguely see through the water mist the vague figures of people moving in the thick mist above the other hills.

    At this time, in the distant mountains, an old voice spread throughout the entire mountain.

    "Chen Daozun, it seems that this day is not beautiful. This misty shadow is not to say that it is murder. I am afraid that I will fall down the mountain if I am not careful."

    The figure walking into the mountain frowned, and heard him say in a high-pitched voice: "If Master Jian Dao falls to his death in the territory of my mountain gate, who will dare to come to my Longhu Mountain as a guest in the future?  This kind of thing happens."

    After finishing speaking, the man waved his sleeves, and a sword aura pierced the sky with a wave of his sleeves. The sword light exploded in the valley, and the sword aura washed away the surrounding water mist. It only took a moment for the water mist to disperse, and the whole  The clouds cleared and the mist dispersed in the Bayao Mountain, and the eight peaks were clearly visible.

    A sword cut through the mist, and the people on the mountain revealed their true faces.

    The man who cut through the water mist was dressed in a white Taoist robe, and he stood with his hands behind his back in a majestic manner. It was the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Venerable Chen Yi!

    And on the mountain peak directly opposite him, an old man in black stood loosely on the peak, holding a pitch-black sword slightly raised with one hand, and staring lazily at Chen Yi on the opposite side in the distance.

    This person is none other than Jianzangmen Daoist, Jian Chenzi.

    The two venerables looked at each other across the mountain, and the two forces seemed incompatible when their eyes met.

    At this time, Jian Chenzi raised his eyes and looked at the surrounding mountain peaks where the mist had cleared. Although there was still a drizzle, at least it was no longer shrouded in clouds and mist as before.

    Jian Chenzi sneered and said: "Ha, Daozun Chen has a good trick. He can make the fog clear with a random shot. It would be the best if it can disperse together with the rain."

    On the other side of the hill, Chen Yi replied coldly: "Wouldn't it be better to dig a grave for you on the hill after the rain clears."

    When Jian Chenzi heard this, an imperceptible look of anger appeared on his wrinkled face, and his eyes became more murderous.

    Similarly, Chen Yi also had a murderous look in his eyes. Just when the two of them were on the verge of crossing swords, an aura that was not inferior to the two of them suddenly came from another direction.

    What I saw was a Taoist sitting on the mountain in the west, and a Taoist walked up the mountain. He saw the two people facing each other.

    At this time, the Taoist said: "You two let go of your prejudices for now, if you continue like this, you may delay the plan, and you will regret it later."

    At the same time, another person from Zhengdong walked up to the East Peak. He was not as friendly as the previous Taoist, but came up and said sharply: "Chen Venerable, if the two of you continue to act like this, in my opinion, this plan will  Don't do it any more!"

    These two Taoist priests, each occupying the east and west peaks, are precisely Ba Chuanzhangzongzhangren and Jiejieren,

    Chen Yi had no choice but to hold back his breath when he heard the words, while Jian Chenzi sneered, as if he didn't care much.

    And just after the appearance of the four great masters, the four peaks in the northwest, northeast, southwest, and southeast also stepped up to teams of monks.

    And each of the four peaks has several Nascent Soul cultivators sitting in command.

    With such four Daoist priests, many Nascent Soul monks jointly formed this lore formation.

    Zong, who was above the West Peak, saw that everyone was here, so he said to Chen Yi at the South Peak: "Everyone is here, Fellow Daoist Chen, please preside over the first step."

    Chen Yi smiled slantingly. He raised his eyes and looked around, looking at the eight peaks in all directions and the valley in the middle, a trace of extremely hidden sternness flashed across his face.

    Then he turned around and waved his hand, and saw a group of monks from Longhushan bring up a large square table and armchairs. On the square table was a picture of formation and a bamboo tube, inside which were several tokens.

    Those Longhushan disciples set up the tables and chairs and then bowed away. Chen Yi stepped forward, covered his knees and sat in front of the table. At this time, he saw the formation map in front of him.

    The terrain of the entire Bashan and Ziming people's battle line is impressively drawn, and the terrain has ups and downs., but a battle that completely ruined one side's momentum!

    Game to game, but the people in the game don't know it at all.

    Three days later.

    The Bashan Allied Forces are on the offensive, and they are gradually attacking Xuanzun's pocket formation. At the same time, in the distant Wuchang Sect, an inappropriate guest came here.

    Mandrill Yunzi came to the Wuchang Sect again, and he was very resentful towards this sect that made him lose his arm, but he had no choice but to come here again to recall that memory.

    With hatred in his eyes, he walked into the sect with a cold snort, and went straight to the highest peak of the Wuchang Sect, the Suzerain Hall.

    At the moment, Lin Qi and Ying Qiu are packing up and preparing things. After all, they are going to Zhongzhou, and the journey is far away, so they have to take care of An Zhi, so it is natural to make the most thorough preparations.

    While the two were packing up, Lin Qi found some dresses that Ying Qiu had put away for a long time and hadn't worn them for a long time. He thought these dresses were very beautiful, but it was a pity that Qiu'er didn't see them.

    At this moment, Lin Qi smiled slightly, and took these clothes to find Ying Qiu.

    "Qiu'er's clothes are pretty good, why haven't you seen Qiu'er wear them?"

    Ying Qiu leaned forward to take a look, she stretched out her white jade hand to pick up one, and said to her delicate body.

    "Many of these were sent by Sister Yi Wanqing. A long time ago, Luohuang Peak sent disciples to our sect to exchange ideas. At that time, you hadn't entered the Wuchang Sect. That's when I met Sister Wanqing."

    Ying Qiu recalled the past with her beautiful autumn eyes.

    "Elder sister Yi Wanqing gets along very well with me, we play together every day, but she always says that my clothes are too plain, and they are all cherry-colored, so she took me to buy a lot of clothes, but I am a  None of them have been worn yet."

    Lin Qi became interested as soon as he heard it.

    "I haven't worn it yet, Ying Qiu might as well try it on."

    Ying Qiu said worriedly: "It's been so long, I don't know if I can still wear these clothes."

    "My Qiu'er maintains such a good figure, how could she not be able to fit in?"

    After hearing Lin Qi's words, Ying Qiu's face was shy, so she untied the belt of the dress around her waist, took off her coat, and changed into a blue gauze dress.

    Putting on the Tsing Yi that I haven't worn for a long time, it doesn't feel that it doesn't fit at all, on the contrary, it fits Ying Qiu's charming figure just right.

    Moreover, Ying Qiu, who changed into Tsing Yi, showed a kind of purity and sweetness that made Lin Qi fascinated by watching it for a while.

    "My Qiu'er really looks good in anything."

    Ying Qiu's cheeks were red and she whispered: "As long as my husband likes it, I will wear these clothes every day from now on."

    Lin Qi shook his head. He embraced Ying Qiu's delicate body, caressed her delicate face with his right hand, and his eyes grew more affectionate.

    "Ying Qiu don't care about my feelings, Qiu'er can wear whatever she likes, if Qiu'er doesn't like to wear these clothes, just let her leave."

    As Lin Qi said, he untied the belt around Ying Qiu's waist, but at this moment, he suddenly heard Ye Ling'er shouting from outside the door.

    "Lin Qi! The master told you to go to him, he has something to tell the old man." (Remember the website address of this site: www.hlnovel.com
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