The sky was gray and snow was still blowing, making it difficult to tell whether it was early morning or evening.
Inside the calligraphy studio.
Xiang Sheng placed a corner of the two array plates under the lamp and examined them carefully.
The fragments of the "Deceiving Heaven" array were special and could not be found with divine sense. With the help of the power of the Earth God to control the underground magma, she expelled all foreign objects left in the magma.
There are not many things that can remain intact in extremely high temperatures. In addition to the fragments of the array plate, there are also some black debris, which should be left after the destruction of Mo Zhu's storage ring.
After picking out all the array plate fragments, Xiang Sheng took out the one from Duan Chengtong. The fragments immediately merged together automatically and turned into an array plate corner that was exactly the same as the one in Xiang Sheng's hand.
However, when Xiang Sheng placed the two formation horns on the table, the two did not continue to merge.
A complete array has eight corners. Perhaps these two corners are not adjacent parts...
Xiang Sheng was pondering in his heart when he saw a dark shadow flash in the corner of his eye. Wang Tuo jumped onto the table and took a closer look at the formation plate. His eyes suddenly widened and he gasped: "The "Killing Heaven" formation plate?!"
"Kill the sky?"
Xiang Sheng's eyes showed surprise. She took out the array plate and looked at it carefully. She had intended to let Wang Tuo know the existence of the array plate, but she didn't expect that the other party would spit out another name.
"You don't know what this is, and you dare to bring it back?"
Wang Tuo scratched his head in pain, "This thing blocks spiritual detection. Where did you find it?"
"Under the magma ground."
Xiang Sheng's voice was a little low.
At this moment, she realized that the two formation corners could not be integrated, perhaps not because the positions were not adjacent, but because they were simply two different formation plates!
"Killing the Heaven" and "Deceiving the Heaven".
It was obvious that these two formation plates were made by the same person.
However, Wang Tuo’s inherited memory includes “Killing the Heaven” but not “Deceiving the Heaven”, otherwise he would not have said it so bluntly just now.
The origin of "Deceiving Heaven" may be more shocking than she imagined.
Wang Tuo saw that Xiang Sheng's expression was not right, and thought that he had said something too harsh, so he quickly slowed down his tone and said:
"You don't have to worry too much. The warning in my inherited memory is about the complete Heaven-Killing Formation Plate. You only have two incomplete decorations in your hands, so nothing will go wrong."
Xiang Sheng hummed lightly, his eyes flickering slightly as he asked, "Why is this thing being warned?"
"I don't know."
Wang Tuo's face was troubled. "The inherited memory only tells me that this thing is extremely dangerous, but it doesn't explain why."
Xiang Sheng nodded, put away the two formation plates, and asked no more questions.
Kill the sky, bully the sky, overthrow the sky...
Everything that Senior Qingtian left behind seems to be related to "Heaven". Does "Heaven" here refer to the Way of Heaven? Or is it a specific person?
If it was the Way of Heaven, why would Qingtian go against it? Jiang Yi had clearly said that the Way of Heaven was just a bunch of unconscious rules, relying only on instinct...
wrong!
Xiang Sheng pursed his lips, suddenly recalling the hidden ancient catastrophe and the heavenly punishment mentioned by the old demon king.
Can the Way of Heaven... also be refined?
Xiang Sheng looked up at the sky and narrowed her eyes slightly. She had become a god on earth. If someone refined the way of heaven, they would definitely feel it.
The Heavenly Dao of Dongzhou is still in a state of being without a master.
The Pantheon must have used some method to utilize the rules of heaven to bring down divine punishment and destroy the Puppet Sect.
In this case, what the leader of the Puppet Sect did back then was most likely an offense against the Way of Heaven, and it seems that his purpose was the same as that of Senior Qingtian.
Senior Qingtian, could it really be Puppet Sect’s Tianqing?
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng took a deep breath and pulled back his thoughts that had drifted away.
Speculation is speculation after all and should not be confused with facts.
There seems to be a close relationship between Senior Qingtian and Tianqing, but she always feels that they are not the same person.
For the next period of time, Xiang Sheng was not in a hurry to study the "Killing Heaven" formation. He spent most of his time every day investigating the disasters in Dongzhou and communicating with the Sky Monitoring Mirror, leaving only a trace of his mind in the city.
In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.
In the past ten days, the heavy snow in Dushui City has not stopped. The snow has accumulated to a height of more than ten feet, almost submerging all the houses in the city.
Snap! Snap—
Blacksmith Chen, carrying Fengfeng on his back, breathlessly shoveled out the last snowy path leading to the clinic. He then anxiously knocked on the door, "Uncle Lin, open the door quickly! This is a matter of life and death!"
The knock on the door was so loud that the person inside naturally heard it. Without saying a word, he opened the door and let Chen the blacksmith in.
Doctor Lin is over 70 years old. He is an extremely skilled doctor and a famous physician in the east of the city.
At this moment, he touched Fengfeng's hot forehead with his left hand, pressed his other hand on her wrist pulse, listened to her heartbeat for a moment, and immediately frowned.
"This little kid is too weak."
Doctor Lin didn't have a good face towards Chen the Blacksmith and cursed directly, "Chen Lao Si, how can you be a father?!"
Blacksmith Chen had already panicked when he heard this. Without saying a word, he immediately knelt down, his voice choked with regret: "It's my fault that I didn't take good care of Fengfeng! Uncle Lin, please save her! As long as she can get better, I will definitely..."
Doctor Lin raised his hand to stop Blacksmith Chen from writing it down. He shook his head and sighed, saying, "Even if you didn't tell me, I would have saved her. But this little girl is too weak to be nourished. She needs to be nursed back to health with a hundred-year-old ginseng, which I don't have in my clinic."
When Blacksmith Chen heard this, he was stunned. "Hundred-year-old ginseng?!"
He gritted his teeth, stood up and said, "Please ask Uncle Lin to take care of Fengfeng. I will go into the mountains now."
"stop!"
Doctor Lin's face darkened even further. "You pig-brained person, what's the difference between going into the mountains now and committing suicide? How can Fengfeng survive without her father?"
Doctor Lin opened a drawer, took out a bag of silver, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Chen the Blacksmith. "I still have some savings. Take it and go to Guirenfang in the west of the city to buy some."
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