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It has been half a month since the dry rain got the scroll, but there has never been a substantial breakthrough, and the crawling words like earthworms make him regard the scroll as a chicken rib, tasteless to eat, and feel pity when he discards it, like a poor beggar guarding a gold mine, but unable to mine it, this taste is indeed cruel. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The dry rain returned to the hunt, and the dry soul didn't mention anything about the scroll again, let alone take the initiative to guide him to practice, as if there had never been such a thing as a scroll.

Ku Yu looked at the hundred-year-old locust tree in the mountain pass, there were some cracks on it, it was the masterpiece left by the withering and sneak attack on the dry soul, the fist wind passed through the unloading of several old trees, and it could still penetrate into the hundred-year-old locust tree, which was terrifying. The withered rain caressed the cracks in the trees, and the not handsome face showed yearning, although he despised the character of withered and harmonious, but his strength was undoubted, this is the power of a warrior, and he could destroy everything with a single move. Don't look at the dry rain can lift a thousand catties of tiger meat if it is extremely powerful, in fact, it is not true, this is just very simple, there is no trace of amazing, in the dry tribe of five-year-old children can hunt, lift a thousand catties, this is the most basic condition to become a warrior: the strength of the strong body is comparable to the beast cub. But the withered rain who can't condense the martial qi can only focus on cultivating the physical body, if it weren't for the seal of the withered soul, he can confidently compete with the withered and physical strength of the martial form great pole, although there is still a gap between the first line, but he will not be beaten unilaterally.

"Yo Yo Yo, isn't this the dog behind the dry soul?" A very harsh sarcasm, apparently directed at the dry rain.

The dry rain immediately looked back, and it was suddenly dry, and his chest was wrapped with a thick veil, and his voice was obviously lacking in qi. Generally, Kuhe will not trouble withering rain, because withering and being a martial form with a great top, stepping into the martial body in half a step, in his heart, withered rain is an ant, and it is redundant to even step on him effortlessly, not to mention that it is thankless to spend effort!

But there are also unusual times, for example, he went to find trouble with the dry soul, and then after being beaten by a fat meal, he often came to find the dry rain the next day to vent his anger, and he looked like he was too seriously injured this time, so he was delayed for half a month. The reason why Kuhe has a lot of trouble finding dry rain is that dry rain himself is unladylike, and he followed an unreliable uncle, and then he couldn't gather his martial spirit, and he became a free gas bag.

"You ......" Ku Yu was punched to the chest before he finished speaking, his chest was slightly dented, and he hit the locust tree, and the tree shook greatly, which seemed to be not light, but Kuhe still had a spare hand, did not use martial arts, and only used his body to attack. Kuhe is not about love, don't intercede, Kuyu only has full hatred for him, because Kuhe is really afraid of committing crimes, although Kuhe is like a street rat in the dry clan, full of evil stars, but it is a human life, and behind the dry rain there is a withered soul that even his own father is afraid of, and withering and looking for trouble with withered souls is that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but for the sake of his own father's face, he will not embarrass him, but he does not dare to really provoke the withered soul.

"You broom star, get out of the withered clan for me, you want a leg of the withered old ghost, and you want the life of a half-clansman, what more do you want?" Kuhe collected seven points of force every time, but he couldn't stand it and gradually turned red, and the force used became bigger and bigger.

The withered rain listened like a fried lion, the dragon has reverse scales and dies when touched, and the broken leg of the withered soul is his reverse scale, he has always minded, he roared: "What did you say?" Ku Yu raised his head and stared at Kuhe, if his eyes could kill, Kuhe would have already been cut by a thousand knives, and Ku Yu had only resentment left.

"I said you were a broom star, and you crippled the legs of the old ghost." Kuhe looked at the dry rain's eyes, but he was so frightened that the fist hanging in the air forgot to fall. But he was like a tiger, and his momentum naturally did not dare to weaken, and he dragged the collar of the dry rain and shook it back and forth. The dry rain was already dizzy and fell to the ground without standing firmly.

Seeing this, Kuhe naturally sneered secretly, his cowardice was gone, the surface was fierce and the silver wax spear head turned out to be the head of the silver-like wax gun, and there was a fire in his heart, which could no longer be controlled, and he naturally used martial arts in his subconscious, and he lost his weight even more.

In a few breaths, how can the body that has not been tempered by martial arts withstand the dry rain? The blood stains covered in the dry rain, some of them are dry, and some of them are dripping out, reflecting the red earth under their feet, which looks particularly strange.

Looking at the dry rain that fainted to death, Kuhe probed the dry rain's snort, only to find that he was only angry, so anxious that he quickly ran away, for fear that the dry soul would find out and ask him to pay for his life.

He wanted to stand up, but he didn't even have the strength to move a finger, and his feet just fell to the ground again when he was barely an inch, and he completely lost consciousness at this toss.

The golden light of the scroll in the arms of the dry rain appeared, and the picture of the beasts on the wall of the lonely city in the crescent dense forest actually moved, the wind blew, and there was a muffled roar in the city, and tens of thousands of green lines that were as thin as steel wires were stretched out, and finally extended to the south, connecting with the golden light of the scroll, echoing each other from afar.

Under the action of the green line, the dry rain was cut out of many wounds, and the drying of the blood beads also accelerated, and in an instant, the dry rain was wrapped in a layer of blood scab, but the wound under the scab was still bleeding, and the scroll greedily sucked the blood flowing out of the dry rain, and the golden light converted to red light, and then it completely became blood red.

"Where is this? Anyone? "In the soul world of withered rain, it is pitch black, and the blood-red light points converge to form the appearance of withered rain, which is generally the same, completely controlled by withered rain's consciousness, which is very strange.

The question of the dry rain went unanswered, and the echo lingered, and he felt a chill down his spine. Isn't it going to hang? Dry Rain thought weakly. The dry rain pinched his thigh hard, and it hurt, but he was dumbfounded, Nima, why hasn't he woken up yet? The dry rain is about to cry.

In reality, the green line is pierced into the blood scab, and the green light is injected along the green line. The dry rain of the soul world was filled with green light and became clear. Dense blood-red handwriting is all around the soul world, there is no end in sight, there are mountains and rivers like another world. The dry rain looked around, some familiar but plausible, it was the "soul decision" on the scroll. The only thing that Dry Rain is proud of is his memory, these formulas are the same as those on the scroll, but he can understand it, and he doesn't have the inexplicable sense of disobedience like when he reads the scroll.

After the dry rain was confirmed, I just wanted to take a closer look, and the blood-red handwriting quickly dimmed, leaving only the beginning paragraph: Beast, the one who controls it with strength is clumsy, the one who controls it with things is skillful, and the one who controls it with soul is the king.

Beast control? The dry rain was stunned, and it hasn't eased up yet. The red light condensed into dozens of strange beasts and wolves, and the green wolf stared at the dry rain, as if looking at a little white sheep that had stripped off its fluff, which was very infiltrating, and saliva slipped down the fangs. Those who know the times are Junjie, and what Ku Yu is good at is to run for his life, ask him to set a trap Yin Yin wolf pack He can do it, let him fight with dozens of hungry wolves with his bare hands, how far to roll and how far, this is pure, the old birthday star hanged himself is a long life, he hasn't lived enough.

The dry rain rationally chose to walk as the best plan, and if you fall, you will use to climb, where to run away and talk about elegance and skills, it is all empty talk, and it is the king to live. This group of yin wolves is really bad enough, so that the dry rain can't help but scold her mother.

"Damn, you perverts, why do you keep thinking about the backyard flower in my house, don't mess with me, you will bear the consequences if you are in a hurry...... Yes! Before the dry rain finished speaking, the wolf brother behind him took a bite on his buttocks, without any emotion, and tore off a large piece of robe.

The more you struggle to run in the dry rain, the heavier your pace becomes, and the physical exertion here is very high, at least several times that of reality. And the wolves chased more and more tremblingly, and obviously they had caught up, but they only sent a few claws to the dry rain and tore off a few pieces of clothing or meat. The dry rain could not bear the large amount of physical exertion, and now it is coupled with severe pain, which is not only a physical burden, but also a mental torture. The wolves are treated as a game, a game of cat and mouse, it is extremely ironic to think about it, the long-term hunting was finally pecked blind by the eagle, and the veteran hunter of the dry rain really wanted to cry without tears at this time, which is definitely a fast and furious interpretation.

When this farce of joy and sorrow is at a fever pitch, it also indicates that the dry rain is about to run out. The dry rain slumped on the ground, and the wolves also stopped, their hind legs bent, full of explosiveness, ready to pounce on the dry rain.

"Whew." "Whew." "Whew." ……

The rough panting of the wolves overlapped, drowning out the noisy noise, and the dry rain really didn't like this game of dancing with wolves.

"That's it." Dry Rain muttered, and all that could be heard was despair.

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