Chapter 43 Master's Out of College, Step 3.

The amber butterfly has always let Qingtian Haoyang enter Lin'an City regardless of the consequences of the Taoist hermit force, and the opening of the god-damaged array made all the Taoist hermit strongmen lose the blood splash light curtain. These hermit strongmen are the mainstay of the Taoist sect, and their death represents that the Taoist sect began to gradually lose the power constraint on the secular world. Inadvertently, the balance between the Taoist sect and the Song Dynasty was broken and the future became more unpredictable.

Li Zizi stood in front of the Tiandao Temple and looked at Lin'an in the north. He saw the horror of the big array and the butterfly in the hand of the little painting saint. He began to become uneasy and afraid, so the heavy snow fell even more. The world doesn't know the use of the butterfly in the amber, but the plums know that it is a necessary condition to the kingdom of God. Only the butterfly can open the door of the kingdom of God.

There are so many butterflies in the world, but the only butterfly that has always flown into the kingdom of God to see the yellow sky and white sun is also because the butterfly's unintentional act makes it a special existence. Such a special is not accidental but inevitable, just like the special existence of the true god for countless years.

Ye Wudao looked at the fearful expression of the Taoist hermit who died in the light curtain. He clenched his fist in his eyes. His heart was shaking his faith and collapsing. He didn't understand why Qingtian Haoyang wanted to sacrifice so many Taoist strongmen for a butterfly because he didn't know. The importance of the butterfly.

A small move can always set off something of meaning. Qingtian Haoyang's behavior undoubtedly made Ye Wudao have faith questions. He is a Taoist who walks around the world and is the next viewer. For him, Taoism is home and home. He once had no doubt about his belief Qingtian Haoyang. Now there is no one in his heart. Know the crack.

When there was a trace of doubt in Ye Wudao's faith, there was a trace of rift in the Taoist heart that he could not even see himself. The corners of Zhao Feng's mouth in the college were slightly raised. He saw the cracks in Ye Wudao's Taoist heart, so the crack in his smile was the culprit that would destroy everything at the last best weapon at the critical moment.

The Lord stood on the blood-stained plain and looked at Lin'an. He saw that those hermit strong men who had been in Taoism for a hundred years had died. They did not die in the hands of the Song Dynasty, but in the hands of Qingtian Haoyang. How wise the Lord was, he was known as the strongest and wisest existence of Taoism for thousands of years. He sighed in his heart that he knew them. The Taoist Temple of Death will have a lot of influence on the Qingtian Sect, but he knows that the butterfly is special.

The viewer closed his eyes and closed his eyes as if he had fallen into darkness and could not see the light. The bloody smell of the wind blowing on the blood-stained plain slowly floated into the air. The silent crying on the blood-stained plain was like a dead man began to sing one mournful song after another on the bank of the Wangchuan River.

The snowfall in the Central Plains fell more and more. It was Qingtian Haoyang's anger that soon caused the cleared roads to be buried by heavy snow again. The rebels and the rebels in Yungan and the rebels in the two states fought against each other to wipe out the volunteers one after another at a very small price and then let the bodies exposed to the heavy snow.

The practitioners of the states rose up to resist the arrow like a meteor crossing the sky and the sea of their hearts. They did not know where the arrow finally fell, but it was self-evident that the land containing vitality of the withered trees was being stained with blood. The white snow was not white but dyed red.

The 300,000 troops in the Song Dynasty began to gather towards the border of Ganzhou after ruling on the death of priests in various places. They wanted to destroy those rebels to open the channel with Jintong County. There were their comrades-in-arms who had fought for many years and the plains that could live and die together. The most important thing was that they were from the Song Dynasty.

The king of Qi stood in the backyard watching the heavy snow fall, put on his coat, and stretched out his hands to catch the heavy snowfall. He heard the news of the 300,000 troops of the Song Dynasty. He could not see the result and the future. It was not because he was not a monk, but because Lin'an City and the arrow flew out of Lin'an and crossed the sky.

Just when no one thought of it, the king of Qi died in his backyard. He knew that he had made the Song Dynasty obviously in danger. He knew that the real purpose of that person was to destroy the Song Dynasty, so the king of Qi did not hesitate to insert a dagger into his heart and then died in the backyard. The blood turned the snow red.

When Li Fang heard the news of the king of Qi's suicide, he just sneered at the corners of his mouth, but then his face was uneasy again because he saw the scene of the arrow crossing the sky. He didn't understand why the Song Dynasty had such a powerful weapon. He was uneasy because he was afraid that there would be a second arrow like that would shoot at him.

So now he can only silently die in the stronghold of Qingtianism in Ganzhou. He doesn't want to die or die because he still has a mission, but now he can do something. He laughs at the stupidity of the king of Qi. At the same time, he is more than not. Li Fang looked at Lin'an with a wry smile and hoped that the Qingtian God Church would bring the final victory.

After the college, the mountain man's body moved slightly and the snow could not fall into this small canyon and could not freeze the cold waterfall. The canyon is still as warm and cold as summer. The teacher put down the book in his hand and slowly closed it, put it beside him, and then put his hands in the clear pool to wash it. His unintentional behavior scared the fish in the pool to flee one after another.

After cleaning his hands, the teacher got up and looked at the north and saw the Tuoman in the dark and the spectators on the plain, as well as Lu Xiaoxiao and two Taoists and the battle of the holy land of soldiers. The master shook his head and did not care. Then he looked to the south and saw the embarrassed figures of the three gods and the masters. He returned to the Qingtian God Religion and saw Jintong. The current situation in the county is to see the warlock fighting and see what happened in Lin'an.

The teacher reached out and touched the wooden stick around his waist, and then a long-lost smile appeared on his face as before. In the eyes of the disciples of the college, the teacher was also a strict teacher. They respected their teachers because they felt that their teachers were erudite.

The teacher walked out of the small canyon and looked at the big buffalo under the grass shed. He smiled and saw the big buffalo sleeping Xiaoma and shook his head. The big buffalo opened his eyes and looked at the entrance of the canyon. Then Xiaoma felt something but did not see it because the teacher had left.

The teacher walked through the backyard and went down the stairs to the front yard covered with heavy snow. Countless bachelors who were still studying in the college saw the teacher salute. The teacher was very satisfied because he nodded because he felt that they knew that the teacher was respected. Then the teacher said a few words to the keeper to teach him not to have a bitter face every day.

The doorkeeper's face was still a bitter gourd face when he listened to the teacher's education, but his eyes had already left tears. He knew that the teacher would not return except for the college, so he was in pain.

The moment the teacher walked out of the front yard and stepped into the plain, a vision appeared. The snow turned into countless white thin strips. One end of the teacher's body and one end entered the sky. The teacher looked curiously at the white lines with their hands and felt very interesting.

The plums, who were still angry and uneasy on the cherry blossom mountains, felt the imbalance of heaven and earth after the teacher left the college, and then smiled at the corners of his mouth. He saw that the white snow turned into a white line like entering the teacher's body and then laughed happily and then quietly because he vaguely felt wrong.

The reason why the teacher is the person that Qingtian Haoyang must be killed is because he was the last great priest of Huangtian and Baiyang in the world thousands of years ago and the smartest person in history. However, at this time, Qingtian Haoyang couldn't figure out why the teacher would take the initiative to leave the college and go out of the college in this world, but he couldn't calculate it because the teacher didn't calculate.

The dark man in the wilderness walked in the dark and suddenly felt something looking to the south. Then he bowed his head silently and said nothing because he saw what the teacher represented when he left the college. Lu Xiaoxiao walked around the country with sloppy Taoist and drunkard Taoist people in the Song Dynasty. Suddenly, the branches in his hand were not in his hand and looked at Lin'an at the same time. The same is true for sloppy Taoist and alcoholic Taoist.

Lu Xiaoxiao saw the direction of Lin'an and the corners of his mouth were bitter. Finally, he knelt on the ground. The drunkard Taoist and the sloppy Taoist dared not take action. Because the man left the college, he could take action at them at any time, so they retreated and disappeared. They no longer looked at the kneeling Lu Xiaoxiao because they were afraid that it was their nightmare.

Zhao Feng looked at the white snow in the sky turning into white lines with a calm face, but his body was trembling. He saw a door in the sky in the cloud. The door was neither closed nor illusory, and then it was real and opened. The real power came from the inside, which was different from the previous door.

At this time, countless people and countless practitioners saw the door and began to resound a sentence between heaven and earth.

That sentence is like the wind, thunder, and the voice of all things. There is only one sentence "Fight to the sky"