Chapter 15 Southern Smoke and Cloud Lock Late Autumn 15

Chongguang lived a comfortable life in Fenghuangzhai. In addition to fishing every day, he also borrowed a nirvana scroll from the saint to observe. From this point, the Baimiao people are indeed a nation that lacks vigilance, but because they have saved the Fenghuang Village and are the love of the patriarch's daughter, Wuhan and Zhuoma saints easily lend him the sacred scriptures of the clan.

They probably feel that this secret book is so profound that even if it is casually shown to others, others may not understand it. If they practice forcibly, it may end up like Saint Zhuoma secretly learning in those years. However, those who don't know the heavy optics are also sitting on the book, which is exactly the key to opening the realm of Nirvana and rebirth.

When Chongguang understood the nirvana scroll, Yunduo sat next to him, and he often taught him some of the experience he had learned. Sometimes two people will practice together. He would not have thought that his inadvertent dialing would become an opportunity for the separation of the two. Of course, they would not have thought that the change that caused their separation was coming quietly.

The change came suddenly without any warning. Perhaps because of months of quiet life, the people of Phoenix Village, who have always loved peace, have lost their vigilance. They may feel that with the presence of the saint and the magical young man from the Central Plains, their safety will be guaranteed, and the barbaric black Miao people will certainly not dare to invade.

However, people seem to forget that unusual calm is often a precursor to danger. On a dark and windy night, all the people of the Bai Miao ethnic group entered a sweet dreamland, and a burst of footsteps broke the silent night sky.

The attacking Hei Miao people almost went out and took advantage of the night to cross the camp of Fenghuang Village and opened the blockade of the entrance to the Flame Valley. At this time, the Miao people in Fenghuangzhai were still sleeping. Only Saint Zhuoma and Chongguang, who meditated and practiced, sensed something wrong and rushed to Gukou almost at the same time.

Looking at the dense crowd in front of them, the two entered the battle without any hesitation. These Hei Miao people are really brave and powerful as beasts, and their speed and explosion are amazing. However, in front of two practitioners with magical powers, no matter how strong the earthly force is, it is not enough. These people are just born warriors who rely on great strength and ferocity, and there is no one who can sense the spirit of heaven and earth.

In less than a handful of incense, thousands of the most capable Hei Miao people were put to the ground. This time, in order to prevent accidents, their men did not show mercy. Although they were not fatal, the people who were knocked down by them could not have the ability to hurt people without resting for ten days and a half months.

When the whole scene was cleared, the heavy and tense nerves relaxed, and he took a long breath and nodded slightly to the Saint Zhuoma at the other end, but saw Zhuoma's face white, staring at the depths of the Valley of Fire and the cold jade tower.

I don't know when there was a black cloud over the top of the tower, which was not conspicuous in the dark sky, but it could not avoid the sharp eyes of the practitioner. The dark clouds firmly covered the cold jade tower, and there was a faint gathering of thunder and lightning inside the dark clouds, and then a flash of lightning rose from the bottom of the cold jade tower and climbed all the way to the top of the tower all the way to the air, just handover with the thunder and lightning in the dark clouds.

"What's wrong, aunt, this is--" Xiao Chongguang looked at this strange scene and was also secretly shocked. Originally, he was puzzled by the sudden and troublesome attack of those Hei Miao people at night. This sneak attack was obviously planned for a long time, but it was easily disintegrated by the two of them. The plan of the black Miao people is too simple. Who gave them ideas?

The spectacle in front of him suddenly woke him up. Thinking of what might happen, he felt a numb scalp. The person who secretly arranged everything should have achieved his goal at this moment. Arrange for the Black Miao people to sneak attack at night just to attract the attention of Saint Zhuma and cover up the fact that he had already sneaked into the Hanyu Tower, because Zhuoma once said that any change in the Hanyu Tower would be inspired by her mind.

Zhuoma has rushed to the Hanyu Tower, and Chongguang has also hurried to catch up. The distance from the mouth of the valley to the bottom of the tower is less than two miles away, and it is fast. Unfortunately, when they face the main gate of the bottom of the tower, everything is already late.

Black smoke overflowed through the cracks in the front door, and the whole tower glowed with dazzling fire. Zhuoma's face was full of anxiety, her hands were imprinted, and she was about to exert her magic power, but the main door at the bottom of the tower fell down at this moment, and a tall figure covered in a black robe came out, blocking the sight of the two.

"It's you--" Zhuoma's voice began to tremble, and she couldn't tell whether it was fear or excitement. The black figure was silent, and a pair of shining eyes shone in the dark night, like a wolf who chooses people to eat.

"Aunt, who is he? Is he--" Before Chongguang's voice fell, he only heard Zhuoma shouting softly: "Be careful!" The man in black suddenly moved and brought a shadow in the air. The next moment, his pale claws had stretched out to the heavy throat with a strange power.

The heavy light retreated quickly, turned into a white light, and withdrew ten feet away in an instant. He had to avoid it. The other party's hand seemed ordinary, but it had a fluctuation of vitality that he had never seen before, which made him unable to resist and could only choose to temporarily avoid the edge.

The man in black was a little faster than him, and he almost followed the light figure. The heavy light eyes saw that there was no way to avoid it. On the right time, the magic power operated the whole body and collided with the other party's ordinary hands containing mysterious power.

"Bum--" The heavy body plummeted backwards, and the mysterious vitality attached to the other party's hand only invaded the key points around him at the first contact, and connected with the forgetful vitality in his body. He felt that his strength was being quickly pulled away, and an unprecedented sense of weakness came like a tide.

A crisp sword sound came from mid-air. Saint Zhuoma pulled out her sword, turned into a red light, and rushed to the black figure head-on. Hearing a dull cold hum, the black figure roared lowly while dealing with the saint, "Don't force me." The figure is gloomy and hoarse, like a howl when a beast is injured.

"Jacques, it's really you. You have become like this. Is this still you?" Saint Zhuoma's voice sounded full of shock, with inexplicable sadness and regret. The black-robed man was indeed the first warrior of the Phoenix Village, and now the leader of the Black Miao clan and the great wizard Jacques.

"It's me. I'm here to find you. I hope you still remember what you said when you rejected me. Don't regret it." Jacques's voice was no longer a trace of human feelings. He couldn't hear whether he was happy or angry, but fell into the heavy ears, but he couldn't help shivering.

"You are crazy to turn to the devil and do such a thing. No matter what the victory or defeat, you will be doomed." Saint Zoma's mana and cultivation are beyond the expectation of heavy light. With unparalleled momentum all over her body, she waved her hand to illuminate the dark night of the sky.

Jacques's whole body is like a black castle, hiding himself in the night, only the strange fireworks flying from time to time, exposing his minions hidden in the darkness.

The cold jade tower suddenly released infinite light, covering the two people who were in a fierce battle. Jacques laughed: "You have been tricked." Then came Saint Zhuoma's panicked shout: "You are a madman, a complete madman." As soon as her words fell, her whole body had turned into a dazzling flame in the air. In the fire, a phoenix more than two feet long spewed out and penetrated into the underground palace of the cold jade tower.

Jacques waved the direction of lying down with the heavy light, and then turned into a black smoke, chasing after the * incarnation of Saint Zhuoma. Chongguang was originally struggling on the ground, trying to resolve the strange vitality that invaded the body. Hit by the huge force brought out by Jacob's wave of his hand, he flew backwards and hit the stone wall of the valley. With a muffled hum, blood spewed out.

The fire in the cold jade tower shines into the sky, illuminating almost half of the night sky. There were countless ghosts crying and howling faintly in the firelight, and some roared like ancient mythical beasts, showing more and more horrible feelings in the silent night sky, which was frightening, like being in hell.

Such a huge movement finally woke up the sleeping Bai Miao family. The patriarch Wu Han took the lead, and a large number of people of Phoenix Village woke up from their sleeping dreams and rushed to the Flame Valley with knives and guns. However, they only saw the cold jade tower buried by flames and Xiao Chongguang lying aside without knowing life and death.

Seeing the heavy light bathed in blood, Yunduo exclaimed and rushed to help him up. Immediately, an elder who was proficient in medicine came to take his pulse. Wuhan led other people to rush into the Hanyu Pagoda, but unexpectedly, as soon as he approached the Hanyu Pagoda within three feet, he was bounced away by an invisible force and could not enter at all.

"It's the magic wall!" An elder with white hair exclaimed, "Don't rush, it's useless." The elder stopped the people from continuing in vain in a low voice, and then muttered to himself, "It's out, it's really out."

"Ege Chief Luo, what's coming out?" Wu Han asked in a low voice. The surname Luo is the eldest surname of Miaojiang. This elder Luo Yi is the elder of the highest and most respected clan now. This year, he has been 100 years old, four generations higher than Wu Han.

"It's the demon world, and the monsters in the demon world are coming out. Jacques is really a madman. I thought he just said it casually and threatened us, but I didn't expect it to be true. Elder Luo's voice was already trembling, and his body was like a sieve, obviously in great panic.

"I don't quite understand the magic world, Elder Luo, can you speak more carefully?" Wu Han was confused and seemed to understand what Elder Luo said, so he had to patiently ask for advice again.

"Brother, come and see Xiao Yi. He doesn't seem to be able to do it." The clouds were so anxious that they were about to cry. Xiao Chongguang's hands and feet were cold, her facial features and her facial fluids were bleeding, her breathing had gradually weakened, and even her heartbeat seemed to be faint. How could this not make her furious?

Wuhan ran over quickly and stretched out his hand to sigh his heavy nose. There was only breath and no breath. His face turned into pain, shook his head silently, stood up, and made a helpless expression on his sister.

"No--" The cloud shouted and shook his heavy shoulders crazily: "Xiao Yi, don't die, I won't allow you to die, I won't let you die." The Bai Miao people who watched on the sidelines were relatively speechless and sad.