Chapter 150: The pastoral land is about to be in ruins and will not return (Part 1)

Crush the temple!

Hearing Wang Shisanlang's trembling voice, Fan Xian, who was lying on Wuzhu's back, couldn't help but shivered. He looked at the two partners not far away in front of him and could not speak.

He knew that Shisanlang was telling the truth, because Haitang and Shisanlang's pale faces and extremely complicated eyes revealed everything - there were not many things that could make these two people frightened like this quail-like.

Fan Xian coughed violently twice, unable to speak any sound. He only felt his scalp numb, and his hair was tied up with needles on his head, with an uncontrollable pain and fear.

Of course, he was not afraid that after the temple was smashed, the old man with a light spot would immediately kill himself with a weapon of mass destruction - it was just that the ruins of the temple were broken, and he smashed it. What was he afraid of? He was worried about the person in front of him, and he was worried that Wu Zhu would remember the responsibility of the temple guard when he heard the news that the temple was smashed.

But Fan Xian changed his mind in an instant. When the temple was smashed, Uncle Wu Zhu must have known the movement inside, but he had not moved before, so he might not move at this time? He was making extravagant hopes in his heart, because he was really extremely fragile in his body and spirit, and he could no longer respond harshly. He spent a whole day and night, and finally fought with his life, and then he shook the cold heart under the black cloth and persuaded Wu Zhu to leave with him. If something happened again at this time, he would be afraid that he would have the desire to die!

Of course Fan Xian would not blame Haitang and Wang Shisanlang. He knew that the two friends were looking at him and couldn't bear to see him. That was why he made such an extremely bold move. Maybe it was because the temple was smashed and Uncle Wu Zhu lost a spiritual shackle that he turned from a statue to a living person?

With this in mind, he felt even more grateful to Haitang and Wang Shisanlang because he knew that these two were not themselves, and had the knowledge and insights of the previous life. In their hearts, especially in Haitang, she devoted her life to serving the temple, and at this moment she actually smashed the temple for herself!

Several thoughts passed through Fan Xian's mind like a stream of light. He looked nervously at Uncle Wu Zhu's thin and stable shoulders in front of him.

The five bamboos did not move.

When Fan Xian coughed blood and tried to wake Wu Zhu, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang opened a crack door through the temple and floated in. At that time, Fan Xian focused his whole heart on Wu Zhu in front of him. He didn't pay any attention at all, and Wu Zhu seemed to ignore it because of some emotional ups and downs.

So Haitang and Wang Shisanlang went in and smashed them. After they smashed them, they came out, like thugs who searched and destroyed their households. But at this moment, their bodies were still trembling, and the pale color on their faces did not improve at all, because they never thought that they could not only come to worship the temple in their lives, but also mess up the things in the temple!

In the eyes of the world, the status of the temple is so noble and vague. Moreover, they have seen with their own eyes a few days ago that the immortal floating in the air is not as disrespectful as Fan Xian, who dares to be completely beyond human imagination. They have never expected that they can defeat the immortals!

So when they entered the temple, they had a faith in death. They just wanted to disrupt the divine consciousness of the immortals in the temple and let Fan Xian find a chance to rescue the blind master, but who knew... they actually smashed the temple easily!

The immortal condensed in the air. Haitang and Wang Shisanlang thought they were blind and did not look at them because they dared not look at them. The immortal's voice sounded in their ears, and they regarded themselves as deaf. They did not listen at all. Because they dared not listen, they trembled like this. They thought they would die, so they went in and smashed them randomly, and as a result... the immortal disappeared like that.

The most wonderful and incredible thing in the world is this, so when Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were trembling all over and stood outside the temple gate, he still couldn't believe his previous experience in the temple.

Uncle Wu Zhu did not move. Fan Xian relaxed a little and looked at the two foolish partners in front of him. He thought that this world was really hard to explain. After a moment, he moistened his throat with saliva and felt that he could speak, so he said hoarsely: "You are so strong."

There was cold snow floating on the desolate snowfield. The sky was so gray that it was hard to tell whether it was day or night. Only endless wind and snow were rolling, traveling between the ice field and the snow hills, blocking most of the light. In the midst of a dead silence, occasionally a few unsound barkings from dogs woke up the silence of this extreme northern snowfield for thousands of years.

Several sledges were walking towards the south in the wind and snow. On the sled in front of them was a young man holding a wooden stick, facing the wind and snow, squinting his eyes and staring in the direction. The second sledge was arranged in a particularly tight place, with snowballs blocking the wind and snow in front. On the sled, a pale young man was half lying in the arms of a girl's house, but the girl was covered in fur coat and could not tell what she was.

Behind the sled team, a young man in a cloth clothes covered his eyes with a black cloth, following him not far or near. The sled was pulled by the snow dog, and he walked slowly. However, the blind young man took steady steps, which seemed unhappy, but in fact he was not pulled down at all.

Fan Xian turned his neck gently, looked back at the back of the team, and walked step by step in the ice and snow. Uncle Wuzhu had a faint sadness and disappointment in his eyes. However, he did not say anything, closed his eyes again, and began to heal the injuries in his body with the energy of the earth and the wind and snow.

Dozens of snow dogs died in this difficult journey, with only eleven headed by Ada and A Er. These snow dogs probably have never been to such a cold place in this life. The instinct of animals made them feel a little nervous, so they still couldn't stop barking at the gray sky under the suppression of Wang Shisanlang. Fortunately, this road was the second time, otherwise I really didn't know if these snow dogs would be scared by the eternal ice and snow and the world without any vitality.

After descending from the snow-capped mountain, Wuzhu still maintained indifference and silence, but followed Fan Xian's team from afar without saying a word. He still remembered nothing, or it should be said that he knew nothing, he was just a cold body, but because of the light in his soul, he went down to the snow-capped mountain, left the temple, and began to walk south with the sled team - if Wuzhu had a soul at this time.

So Fan Xian was sad and disappointed. He didn't know how long this situation would last. He didn't know if Uncle Wu Zhu would wake up. If he really couldn't wake up, these five bamboos were still not the other five bamboos.

A snowflake was blown by the strong wind in the air, and it floated into the sled along a strange curve, covering Fan Xian's eyes. Haitang was slightly stunned and was about to brush the snowflake away with his fingers, but Fan Xian opened his eyes and looked at her and smiled slightly.

With a gentle smile, there was a hint of indescribable smell. Haitang avoided her eyes and looked at Wang Shisanlang standing in the snow ahead, but her face turned red slightly. It has been several years since the two met, and she has rarely shown this little daughter's expression in front of Fan Xian. However, this time she went deep into the snowfield in the extreme north and went to the temple. I don't know how many things the world has experienced, Haitang Duoduo's heart is no longer what it used to be.

Seeing that she avoided her eyes, Fan Xian felt warm in his heart before her smile was gone. The impact of the temple being smashed on him was the greatest, because he knew that Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were going to die at that time. The most important thing was that these two people had to suppress their natural admiration and fear of the temple. Such friendships were rare in the world.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes passed through the wind and snow, landing on the snowy mountain far behind him. According to theories, the snowy mountain should have been no longer visible, but he always felt that the snowy mountain was there and the temple was there.

The day before yesterday, in the snow-capped mountains, Fan Xian finally entered the temple again and saw the bad looks in the temple. His mood was extremely complicated, and he also had a faint feeling of sadness and pity. After all, it was the last remains of his own world. If it was really destroyed in his own hands...

Fortunately, it was not beyond Fan Xian's expectations. The old man from the temple, whose light spots condensed again, had a gentle tone but had no emotions, appeared again. Perhaps the temple had judged that the first and last messengers in the temple had been out of control, so he did not say anything nonsense about clearing the target again.

Even Fan Xian did not find out the temple, or where the last military camp was, and Haitang and Wang Shisanlang probably only destroyed some ancillary facilities.

In the temple, Fan Xian had a final conversation with the old man. As for what he had discussed, only Fan Xian himself knew. After this conversation, Fan Xian resolutely left the temple and left the old man alone in the snow-capped mountains.

I will leave you forever, and I will be able to survive the perception when the temple is born. I will die of loneliness!

This is Fan Xian's revenge on the temple, because he believed that in such a snowy place, the temple would not be able to cause any demon moth without material support. If it really had this ability, it would not have watched the messengers in the temple die one by one, and there was no way.

Besides, there are five bamboos in the world.
Chapter completed!