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"Oh, I can't rely on anything, I have to rely on myself. "I sighed and immediately decided to do it myself, or is it true as the old saying goes, do it yourself."www.biquge.info

The palms were crossed, squeezed each other, rubbed, and the orange flames jumped out, I secretly rejoiced, and increased the infusion of spiritual power, and the flames immediately became two or three times larger, but the impact was still relatively small.

I stared at the long strip of flame that rose from my waist to the top of my head, and suddenly thought, "Since both the main spiritual power and the ghost spiritual power can produce high-temperature flames, if the two are mixed, will the fire increase?"

As soon as my mind moved, the spiritual power and ghost spiritual power in my body gathered along the different meridians to the palm and back of my hand, and I tried my best to open and bend my fingers, and the two spiritual powers with different properties converged to the fingertips, blending with each other, turning into a more energetic flow of spiritual power.

The tips of my ten fingers are shining with dazzling red dots, and the spiritual power flow begins to appear clearly between the fingers and fingers, the spiritual power flow direction of the left hand is from the thumb to the index finger, then to the middle finger, and then to the ring finger, flowing in a clockwise direction, and the direction of spiritual power transmission in the right hand is counterclockwise, but it also starts from the thumb and flows all the way to the little finger, this is not the end, it is a cycle, but the spiritual power flow between the little finger and the thumb is much smaller than the other fingers.

Most of the spiritual power converges in the palm of the palm in the process of flowing, and about 90% of the spiritual power between the little finger and the thumb is attracted to the center, the faster the spiritual power flows, the more abundant the spiritual power in the palm, and due to the influence of the cycle, the spiritual power flow in the center slowly forms a sphere, and the temperature of the fingertips has risen to the point where I am almost unconscious.

Suddenly, a stream of red and golden fire came out from the fingertips of the ten fingers at the same time, and the fire hit the spiritual power sphere in the palm of the palm, and the spiritual power ball was ignited at once, rubbing it, spewing out a very impactful pillar of fire, and my body was immediately suppressed by this force by half a foot.

I held on, my palms flipped behind me, and the huge impact of the pillar of fire drove the slate to glide slowly on the ice, and my mouth opened wide, not because I was stunned, but because I had to desperately absorb the abundant energy in the air, and the consumption of spiritual power was very large to do this kind of thing.

The spiritual power ball in the palm of the hand is getting stronger and stronger, and the fire is a little thicker, but the impact force has not increased much, the larger the fireball, the more difficult it is to control, and it is impossible to concentrate the firepower as freely as before, the fire pillar looks bigger, in fact, due to the spread of the tail of the fire pillar, there is no way to make reasonable use of every bit of spiritual power, most of the spiritual power is bluffing, although the fire is large, the shelf inside has long been empty.

After running for about ten minutes, the scenery on both sides passed through like a shuttle, fleeting, it seemed that Meng Po could no longer catch up with me, and her mana was limited, it was unlikely that the whole river would be frozen, I breathed deeply, ready to fall into the river at any time.

"Hiss ......" slate slid onto the water, stirring up bursts of splash, under the impetus of the pillar of fire, the slate did not mean to slow down, still moving fast, like a speedboat with full horsepower, has escaped gravity, can fly freely on the sea.

After a while, due to the large consumption of my ghost spiritual power, the pillar of fire gradually shrank, and the impact force generated was not enough to maintain the progress of the stone slab, so I had to order the stone slab to lift my leg cuffs and sit down and meditate cross-legged to recover my energy as soon as possible.

My right ear moved sensitively twice, and I heard a ghost cry three hundred meters ahead: "King, someone is coming." ”

Another ghost then shouted, "Raid the guys, rob!"

The slate floated on the surface of the river, only sinking a small half, and now there is no fire-breathing system, the slate can only go upriver on its own, the speed is surprisingly slow, the distance of three hundred meters, it took about half an hour to arrive.

The banks of the river were full of green-haired and red-haired demons, and in the middle of the river lay a wooden boat with three ghosts in it.

A big ghost who seemed to be the king of ghosts, with red muscles, eyes bigger than his mouth, and a pair of spiky standard Hot Wheels ears bent back, and at first glance it was a ferocious ghost.

He stood in the middle, and next to him stood a medium-sized, blue-colored imp. The big ghost stared at me from head to toe with wolf eyes, and suddenly asked, "Where did you come from, poor ghost?"

I replied honestly: "The poor monk came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. ”

Actually, I hate being Tang Seng, but these ghosts always like to ask the same question, and I have to cherish my nerve cells and directly paraphrase Elder Tang's famous words.

"It turned out to be a monk. The ghost thought for a moment, and then asked, "Do you have any treasures on you?"

This is too desperate to ask, who will tell the robber that he has a treasure, isn't this looking for a draw, fortunately I am not a Tang monk, casually told a lie: "The monks regard money as dung, and treasures as dust, to be honest, the poor monk has no other baby treasure that affects my self-cultivation and self-cultivation except for a strong muscle and a head full of wisdom... Things!"

"It turned out to be a poor monk. The ghost was about to speak, but a little ghost next to him hurriedly grabbed him and said, "The stone slab that this monk stepped on has some treasure, maybe it's a good baby!"

The big ghost raised his eyebrows, snorted, and said: "This river is my home, this water is my hair, if you want to pass from here, leave it to buy the road expenses!"

"I don't have any money!" I shouted loudly, frowning angrily, with a desperate posture that if you dare to mess around, I will be desperate, and suddenly, the big ghosts are so frightened that they dare not stop them, and the ghosts do not dare to move.

"Hey, monk, there's a kind of reporting for a name!" Seeing that the big ghost couldn't suppress my arrogant momentum, he immediately threw out a killer idea: "Lao Tzu doesn't kill unknown people." ”

"Listen up, I'm that person slut love, flowers bloom, ghosts and ghosts are reincarnated, look back and smile at Bai Meisheng, China's first handsome guy Liu Jian who is fascinated by thousands of beautiful girls!"

After saying that, I took a long breath, a little lack of oxygen. Of course, it's just a lack of oxygen, not a lack of love.

"Liu Jian???" The rows of little ghosts on both sides of the strait exclaimed in surprise, and receded like a tide, and the big ghost hurriedly shouted: "Row quickly! Row quickly! The evil ghost is coming!"

"You haven't eaten, I'm coming!" the big ghost snatched the oars from his men, and struck like the wind, rowing the oars at supersonic speed, and the boat quickly swam into a dark river hole.

In just ten seconds, the imp with two platoons of troops disappeared cleanly, as if it had never existed.

At this moment, a handsome poet came down from the bank on the right, and said that he was a poet, because he was dressed in a simple robe, and held a book of poems in his hand, and he read the poems in the book with great affection: "Gently I go, as softly I come, I wave my sleeves, and do not take away a cloud." ”

I listened to Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Kangqiao", and immediately pretended to be pretentious, and said: "This eldest brother has a noble surname, and he also likes Xu Zhimo's poems?"

The poet laughed, waved his sleeves, and walked much faster, and when he walked far behind me, he laughed and said, "I am Xu Zhimo!"

This sentence is not trivial, I was stunned for a few seconds, came back to my senses, and hurriedly turned around and gave my hand again, "It's an honor to see your face, please forgive me for being thin and not knowing heroes." ”

I looked up and saw that Xu Zhimo didn't turn back, laughed and drifted away, walking farther and farther.

"Oops!" a shoe suddenly flew into the air, and it was estimated that the poet had fallen into a deep ditch, and it was not known whether he was dead or alive.

I sighed: "Why are you going so fast, pretending to be an immortal." ”

Without the acceleration device, I took out the Shennong sword power as an oar, the original appearance of the Shennong sword was too small, I wanted it to be a little bigger, the IQ of the Shennong sword seemed to have increased a lot, it hesitated, shook its body, and became a slender and long appearance, I held the hilt of the sword with both hands, I could reach the bottom of the river, and it could be used as a pole, which was much better than paddling against the current.

I wanted to lie down and rest, and suddenly my ears were buzzing, and my first reaction was, "Fuck, who's broadcasting again?"

With the experience of playing the flute at Cass Point, the frequency modulation was much faster this time, and the announcer of the radio was a woman, who listened to her voice a bit like Meng Po, and she said: "Listeners and friends, good evening! In order to effectively crack down on the frequent incidents of terrorism in the prefecture, our board of directors has decided that from today onwards, all ghosts and ghosts of the rank of ghost generals and above will be exempted from local wars and have a truce for three and a half months. ”

"Why the truce? I believe you have already heard of it, there is a report from the Ghost King, a very handsome human who seems to have eaten our Lord of the Ghost Sect, and now he is fleeing along the sinking river, all the ghost clans along the river should pay attention, pay close attention to the humans passing on the river, and if you see a suspicious character, you will immediately take it down, if you can't beat it, gather upstream, and join forces with other ghost clans..."

The more I listened, the more shocked I became, gritting my teeth and thinking: "In this way, the more upstream the more dangerous it is, forget it, don't you need a slate, if the sea route is not good, isn't there an empty road, Lao Tzu soared into the sky with the boots of ascending to the sky, who can catch me? Even if I don't ascend to the sky, the Shennong Sword can fly." ”

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