Lin Qianzai sat up from the ground, impressed by the smell of the lumpy sticky material on his body.

He got up and picked up the wooden block from the cupboard, called out the door, and washed it well, and then he was comfortable.

Lin Qianzai went out of the method and when he was packing up his things, he found that the dog was smoked by the smell of his body.

"You're a flying dog!

Lin Qianzai shook the foaming dog and said questioningly.

"You're really poisonous! You don't know it! Put me back in the orb! We won't be able to get up for at least half a month!"

The dog rolled his eyes, his tongue drooped, and he was gone.

Lin Qianzai was helpless, put the dog back into the orb, put away the gun, and the moment he opened the cave, there was a fiery red piece in front of him, and the pungent smell of blood went straight to his brain.

"Hey, alive! Come with me! A new round of death rain is coming!"

A man in armor, running fast, he saw a man, coming out of the cave, shouting loudly.

Lin Qianzai ran over quickly, and the man put the armor on Lin Qianzai's body without saying a word, put the helmet hanging behind his buttocks on Lin Qianzai, knocked on his head, and continued to run.

"What's going on with the Death Rain?"

Lin Qianzai looked at the man running in front of him, and then looked at the armor made of rattan on his body, and said with questions.

"Tongshen Sacrifice Alliance and other hundred countries, march to the Tang Kingdom, this immortal fights, mortals suffer, we loose cultivators, as long as we are caught, we are going to sell our lives, run! As long as we get out of the surrounding mountains, we are safe!"

The man ran faster and faster, his legs Lin Qianzai didn't look carefully, he couldn't see clearly, the two of them ran for half an hour, the man looked at the map in his sleeve, stopped running, and lay directly on the ground, panting.

"It's almost there! There should be no problem here, I'll slow down first!"

Lin Qianzai's face was not red, he was not panting, standing in front of him, looking at the sky where he came, it was dark red, as if something had passed.

A long, extremely piercing chirp streaked across the sky, and in the dark red clouds, a blue flower bloomed.

On the blue petals that gradually melted, there was a silver light, and one after another of meteors dragging the white light fell down, the flames rushed out instantly, and the air wave rushed from afar, Lin Qianzai crossed his arms and withstood this hot air wave.

He shook off the charred armor on his body, and there was a stinging pain on his face, which made him rub his face continuously.

"What is this, do you know?"

Lin Qianzai looked at the blue flames burning in the distance and asked.

But no one answered behind him, Lin Qianzai turned around, looked at the man behind him, and was stunned.

It was a corpse with a black body and green smoke, and his last action was to pull Lin Qianzai.

Where Lin Qianzai looked at the man's head, there was a low-lying area not far away.

............

After burying the man, Lin Qianzai bowed and saluted, recited the mantra of blessing many times, looked at a long straight line exposed in the sky, called out the horse, and touched it.

In the middle of the night, it rained heavily, and Lin Qianzai came to a mountainside called Ma Yuanpo.

He looked at the banner with the Rakshasa logo in the distance and concluded that this was the place where such a terrible thing had just been made.

There was a burst of thunder, and a man dressed in bark wrapped in mud and sand, in the mountains, quickly shuttled, he touched a Rakshasa soldier holding a sword, and directly turned him into an ordinary person with the power of his siblings.

"Say, what is this place?"

Lin Qianzai tied up the Rakshasa soldiers, pinched his neck with his hands, and questioned.

"You have abolished my cultivation! Don't want to hear a useful word from my mouth!"

The Rakshasa soldier gritted his teeth, his eyes were high, and he said with difficulty.

Lin Qianzai directly pierced the man's legs with a short gun, twisted slowly, covered the man's mouth, and said in his ear.

"Give you one last chance, I have learned a lot of things that make life worse than death!"

The Rakshasa soldier's nose was wide open, and he saw a pair of extremely cold eyes, and spoke.

"The Underworld...... Coalition...... Class B, waiting, this is a phosphorus fire camp specially set up for the Tongshen Sacrifice Alliance!"

"Thank you! You're free!"

Lin Qianzai collected the short gun, threw a bottle of medicine to the soldier, and walked away.

The soldier moved himself to a place where he could ventilate and report the news with both hands on the ground, and before he could pick up the cloud-piercing arrow, he was knocked unconscious by Lin Qianzai, who had turned back, with a punch.

"Hurry, hurry! These things can't meet water! This thunder is so loud, maybe it will rain in a while!"

A man with a gold medal around his waist spoke to the soldiers who were carrying the boxes.

"Yes!

Everyone stopped and said seriously.

A bolt of lightning fell at his feet, and thunder fell from the head, not half a foot away, and he looked up, and above the sky, a man wrapped in dirt, with a short spear in his hand, was against the throat of the man who was called the head.

"There is an enemy attack!!! there is a ............"

The man with something tied around his waist hadn't called anyone yet, and the lightning that came again made him see his surroundings clearly.

"When did the fight start?"

Lin Qianzai opened his mouth and said.

He replied, "What............ 3 days ago......"

Lin Qianzai asked again: "How many other places are there for this kind of thing?"

He replied, "Five ......."

"Where are they?"

That head made a difficulty, this kind of thing, he couldn't say.

"I can't say that...... This ......"

Lin Qianzai knew that he had made a difficulty, and he didn't persecute him, but just abolished his cultivation.

Lin Qianzai took off the armor of these Rakshasa soldiers who had become mortals, took away their identity credentials, destroyed all the remaining things with the word danger written on them, and continued to move forward through the clues they had scraped.

The Tongshen Sacrifice Alliance and the dependent states of the Tang State are close to white heat.

Only Tang Guo should still celebrate the festival, how to deal with it, completely like no one.

Ninety-eight walked alone on the Yunxiao Plain of the Cold Country, praying for a tragic war that had just ended.

One of the six gentlemen of the Yunzhong of the Tongshen Sacrifice Alliance, Zhan Ziling, came on horseback, dismounted and walked over quickly, and bowed his hand.

"Old Immortal Master, there is a person who broke the Four Flames Camp in a row, and the elder asked me to ask you if you know each other. ”

Ninety-eight stopped, turned his head to look at the six-foot man with a standard baby face on his face that had not yet faded, and asked.

"Do you want to worship under my door?"

Zhan Ziling was stunned for a moment, he had heard of the old immortal master of Mo Xiangcheng, which was very strange, but he asked if he would worship the master or not, which was really a little unreasonable.

"I'm afraid that the old immortal master will be exalted, Ziling has been under the sect of gods for generations, longing for the distance to be true, but there is no second heart!"

"I see, how do I know, what kind of man is the one who broke the fire camp?"

Ninety-eight didn't smile, and after speaking, he continued to pray for the dead.

After Zhan Ziling understood, he bowed his hand, and when he turned to leave, Ninety-Eight spoke.

"The clouds in the world, the black smoke and miasma, the god sacrifice alliance, and the lord of the divine protector, the people who should have been able to solve it, all pressed and moved, but let many people get involved, tell your elders, I should give everything! If there is no change within three days, the old man will do it alone!"

After hearing this, Zhan Ziling bowed and left quickly.

At the headquarters of the Dark Realm Alliance, the alliance leader sat on the top of the main hall, looking at the dozen or so ordinary people with gold medals hanging from their waists who were pressed in front of him, tapping his chair with his fingers, and after thinking for a while, he said behind him.

"It's all yours!"

"Yes!

Those ordinary people all knelt on the ground and kowtowed, each expressing his own opinions.

"Alliance leader, please give me a chance!

"Alliance leader!! my family has been going to the soup for you for generations, don't treat !! like this"

"Alliance Master!! is this the Underworld Alliance?"

"Alliance leader!! you can't die well"

..................

............

......

A large black curtain rose from the temple, swaying without wind, covering the person in front of him and disappearing.

Two days later, among the Rakshasa soldiers, there were more than a dozen soldiers with cat eyes and eyes, each of whom had two sickles tied to their waists, and they had a strong fighting spirit and never stopped.

Lin Qianzai sat on the top of a sword-cutting mountain, waiting for the sun to fall, and the moment he disappeared, he jumped into a golden light and rushed into the scorching camp of the two armies.

It's like a lake that has been undulating for a long time, and has been thrown into a boulder.

For a while, a large number of warlocks who were preparing to cast spells were taken away by this golden light, and they put down their weapons.

"This fellow Daoist, can you ......?"

As the front side, the general of the vanguard army collected his weapon, walked to the man wearing gold armor with his back to him, not far away, and saluted respectfully, before he finished speaking.

The man turned his head to look at the bearded man, interrupting him and asking rhetorically.

"You teach me to do things?"

The bearded man didn't know what he was talking about for a while, looking at this golden-armored man, who turned scarlet, and continued to move forward, holding back for a long time, and saying like a hot mouth.

"This ...... You...... Have a nice trip......"

Lin Qianzai galloped all the way, and when he saw the war, he took away the warlock, and over time, the bag he used to hold the root of the aura was about to overflow.

There was no way for him to stop, find a relatively remote mountain, find a way to refine it, and return it to the world.

Lin Qianzai looked at the spiritual mist that flew into the sky and scattered everywhere, smiled very happily, and said to himself

"You are not worthy, I will not be greedy for ink, and it is much better to give back heaven and earth, and to bless the party, than to work for the tiger!"

"Not necessarily! This Warrior-sama, and can you change places, this is my door!"

An abrupt voice came, Lin Qianzai looked down, saw a slowly crawling black grasshopper (1), gave up his position, this black grasshopper, entered the hole, looked at Lin Qianzai and said thank you.

Lin Qianzai looked at this black grasshopper who was deliberately pressing himself and said.

"Your back has been cracking for a long time, why don't you choose to become a cicada?"

"I don't want to see such a world with bright eyes, I'm still waiting, waiting for the light!

Note:

After feathering, it is known, that is, the cicada is the form of molting.