r18novel Chapter 284: Comprehension Of The Law Of Covering The Sky
Chapter 284: Comprehension Of The Law Of Covering The Sky
It was indeed beyond Han Lian's expectation that all the ancestors of Chunyang could block the door of his Dongling Mansion outside Dongling Mansion. ,
When he returned to the guest room, thinking back on the past two days, he was really happy.
"It's just a pity. I'm afraid there won't be many opportunities to start killing. When the title of his ancestor is passed on to the world, I'm afraid that he will be deserted a lot."
Han Lian thought so in his heart, poured a cup of herbal tea on his own, but his mind was already drifting away.
Incarnate and walk around the land of Xiaoxiang, within the boundaries of the two houses, you can find nearly a hundred strange demons banned.
And that proportion is indeed a little shocking.
Who would have thought that in just such a piece of land, there will be two places where natural disasters and demons are banned, the pure Yang banned place, not to mention.
The world has gone through a lot of calamities, and there are so many monsters!
As a book-turner, such things themselves were still within his expectations. After all, he understood the despair of the sky and the earth when the book calamity broke out.
But guarding by his own soldiers... but it really surprised him.
In just two days, dozens of soldiers have fallen, but it really attracted the murderous intent in his heart.
Although it is said that after the realm is high, it is rare to take action against the low-level cultivator, but today's matter, it has to be done.
If he doesn't show some means again, I'm afraid that some people will really look down on him.
Mention Han Lian with a contemptuous smile.
"Oh, a stinky storyteller."
Those phantom cultivators, those hidden monsters, after Han Lian dispatched the troops, they were like poisonous snakes in the shadows, showing their fangs.
A realm of Taoism?
Dao Palace Second Realm?
No matter what the level is, the Taoist soldiers dispatched by Han Lian must be slaughtered.
After all, when it comes to Han Lian, the monster monks, and the monsters hiding in the human race, they can all be said to be hated.
As for Han Lian, it is no problem for him to kill a few soldiers, and he can still make money by killing people who are rolling and slaughtering monsters.
The real problem is the hidden forces in the dark.
Who would have thought that under the supervision of Xunfeng Qidao Tiancha Division, the turnover information of Wutong Tower, there are so many dark things under their noses.
How hateful!
I don't want to kill them all, as long as they can be honest for a while.
Han Lian thought so in his heart, and casually opened the panel of the storytelling system.
He flipped through it boringly, and at the end, the whole person couldn't help but be stunned.
After the twenty consecutive draws from his golden treasure chest, the storytelling points had been cleared.
But I never imagined that, just in the past three or two days, the number of storytelling points displayed on the panel now has 80,000!
What is this concept?
The function of writing is really crooked!
He took a deep breath and calmed down.
Raise your hand to point on the storytelling point, and the detailed figures are revealed.
Storytelling Point: 82120.
Under his gaze, the storytelling point was growing at a rate of tens of points per breath, and occasionally jumped a few hundred points, which made him quite happy.
It is a pity that only after the storytelling has more content, there will be more fuwens that can be understood, and a virtuous circle is king.
He shook his head slowly, cutting off the idea of lying flat just now, thinking about it in his heart.
At this moment, he vaguely noticed that the Fuwen Zhetianzhuan, Tianjiaobang, Wubang, Chunyangbang, and White Snake Legend above the storytelling point were faintly shining.
Because in this, he perceives more than a thousand thoughts.
....
Yanbei Road, bitter cold pass.
Amidst the ice and snow, a barefooted child slowly walked out of the deep mountain with a basket of dead branches on his back.
In front of his eyes, is a low Guancheng.
He walked tremblingly, but his footsteps were firm, holding a book in his red-hot hands.
"The Legend of Covering the Sky".
Looking at the above, although he had difficulty recognizing and recognizing words, the images that circulated in his mind made him hold his breath.
He saw Jiulong pulling the coffin, and the cultivator raised his hand to catch the star and grab the moon, roaring and shattering the mountains and rivers.
He saw the Immortal Hall hanging high, and the Holy Maiden standing alone, with an unparalleled face.
Such a scene has never been seen before.
He walked towards the city gate with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and the man guarding the city couldn't help but let out a low sigh when he saw this thin figure.
"Tie Yazi!"
Hearing this movement, the child shivered suddenly.
When he came back to his senses, his blood was surging, and his pale face was also a little flushed.
He was taken aback.
"Uncle Yang."
The child raised his eyes to look, and his eyes that had been somewhat absent-minded slowly focused.
He bowed respectfully to the man guarding the city, and then slowly walked towards the city.
"Take it!"
The man looked at the child's back, raised his hand, took out a piece of dry food beside him, and threw it.
In this icy and snowy world, the dry food has long been frozen hard, and it fell on the white snow, but it seemed to be cleaner.
The child who was called Tie Yazi didn't say anything when he saw this, he just bent down silently to pick up the dry food and continued to walk towards the city.
When the city gate slammed shut, a group of soldiers climbed up the city wall.
They surrounded the bonfire, all silent.
"Yang Wu, you still care about that child secretly."
The one who spoke was the corporal of that team of soldiers. He was strong and strong, and his body was full of qi and blood, as if he was following the path of martial arts.
After hearing this, the man was slightly silent, looking at the beating flame, as if explaining for himself.
"Our Bitter Cold Pass has nothing but ice and snow all year round, and Tie Yazi doesn't even know how to survive.
Just like standing in the snow reading a book, just waiting for the energy and blood to stagnate, I am afraid that it will be difficult to move, and finally freeze to death in the snow.
Boss, you know, Tie Yazi's father saved my life, his old man taught me how to dance the gun in my hand... Teach me to let go of him, I can't do it. "
"But he doesn't have any aptitude for cultivation, and he doesn't know how to practice martial arts. In this bitter cold land, every breath of his vitality is being squeezed and worn away, and he won't live long."
"..."
"Listen to my advice, it's better to send him to Jin, or to rely on the pass, this bitter and cold pass can't hold him."
"..."
"..."
"No boss, I'd rather keep him by my side. I can only feel at ease when I take care of him by my side."
"Xin An has a fart!
Your current state has been trapped in the golden state for many years, and it is not easy for you to live and practice with your own resources. If you continue to support him, it will drag you down! "
"I....."
Boom boom boom!
Just between the words of this small team of soldiers, only the roar of the earth was heard, and the entire city gate was shaking.
This bitter cold pass is not strong, and the large formation used to guard it is also fragile as paper, and a little bit of dirt falls down.
Seeing this kind of power, the corporal chief shouted angrily, 'How courageous', he raised his sword in the sky, and a celestial phenomenon like a cold fish condensed and suddenly fell towards the outside of the city.
At this time, the momentum is like a rainbow, but how fast he goes, how fast he comes back.
In everyone's astonished eyes, that day was shattered like a piece of paper, and it drew an arc in the air like a broken kite, and fell heavily.
He stood up forcibly, unable to swallow the blood he vomited, and the scattered pieces of internal organs were loaded into the blood clot and vomited to the ground.
"Yang Wu, you go to light the beacon fire, smash the demon drum, others, follow me to kill!"
He shouted loudly, and the spiritual energy in his body swayed again. In the blink of an eye, his hair stood up and turned white, and he shouted and slashed out again.
puff---
Only the sound of a long knife piercing into the flesh was heard, and the voice of the corporal came to an abrupt end.
What followed was a deafening roar.
Ow! ! !
This is a big monster!
This level can only be regarded as a village, and the soldiers guarding here are naturally not strong.
But some visions are still there.
Seeing that the flames were raging, each and everyone of the same robes rushed forward with a roar, Yang Wu picked up the drumstick, and luck struck the demon drum.
dong---dong---dong---
There was a sound of drums beating, and a fearful roar came from the monster.
It has been lingering in this small city gate, unwilling to leave, thinking of waiting for an opportunity.
But the drum sound was just one sound.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Yang Wu tried his best to beat the demon drum. At this moment, his body was hot and sweating like rain.
But because this place is too cold, when the sweat dripped onto the ground, it turned into a drop of ice.
This drum is extraordinary, it is made of the drum skin above the Zifu of the Demon Cow family, following the ancient method, it can have the effect of deterring the demon clan.
But it is a spiritual tool that cannot recognize its master. It is extremely difficult to activate it. In this bitter cold pass, no one can ring it except for the corporal chief and him.
Feeling that the big monster hidden in the dark was getting closer and closer to him, he gritted his teeth and knocked again suddenly.
But the big monster with the drum sound seems to be able to compete, and it is struggling against it.
It kept walking towards Yang Wu, but at this time it was only three to five feet away.
This big monster showed a figure, its hair was pure white, horns were growing on its head, and the body was full of monster energy.
Monster moose!
However, something must have gone wrong at this time. His eyes were full of blood-red halos, both antlers were broken, and one eye was blind. Lots of wounds.
And Yang Wu also sensed this monster, but he knew in his heart that it was able to compete with the corporal leader of his own celestial realm. Now he is only a golden body, and he is not an opponent in any case.
It's better to stick to it for longer than to start it yourself.
He gritted his teeth and slammed the demon drum again, and the demonic energy condensed on the demon beast was shaken by the sound and slowly dissipated.
And Yang Wu noticed that the monster was still not retreating, clenched his teeth, and a faint golden light appeared on his body.
It can be seen with the naked eye that his black hair has already begun to lose its luster, turning white one by one.
dong dong dong!
Yang Wuyi banged the Zhen Yao Drum three times in a row, and in the distance of several meters, a ray of clarity suddenly flashed in the only remaining eye of the elk, and he turned and fled directly with his tail tucked.
In that Tie Yazi's eyes, Yang Wu's drumstick fell to the ground, and his figure fell on his back like this, and there was no sound.
Tie Yazi hid in a corner, he was already stunned, he clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails clenched into the flesh and blood oozing out without knowing it.
Originally, he wanted to announce the good news to Yang Shu, but no one would have thought that just today, he had learned a practice technique and opened up a sea of suffering.
But no one could imagine... His joy was shared by no one, but he also gave him unforgettable scenes to make him grow.
Bitter, bitter cold, really bitter...