Volume 1: The Death of the Cycle Chapter 35 Bamboo Sticks
In fact, Zhou Xiong is also a very talented person.
It's just that because he is confined to the small Xilin City, there are not too many resources to help him break through the realm.
The foundation building period is already the ceiling of Xilin City, why the Zhou family has to risk a lot of money to destroy the Zhang family, one of the big reasons is because of insufficient resources.
If the resources of the entire Xilin City were concentrated on his Zhou Xiong, Zhou Xiong would have the slightest possibility of gathering the strength of the whole city to break through the foundation building period and reach the Jindan stage.
Unfortunately, he didn't succeed.
But right now, he followed this boy and casually threw out a top-level pill in the foundation building period, and judging from the quality of the pill, the pill was not just an ordinary middle-grade pill, but a top-grade pill with extremely strong potency.
In Zhou Xiong's eyes, this is his hope for promotion!
"Thank you, master, for the reward. ”
This time, Zhou Xiong was not forced by the boy's threats and oppression as before, but willingly knelt at the boy's feet and was willing to become his slave.
"Be my dog well, and have your benefits in the future!"
Cui Bai, who was very happy to see the two people talking, as an excellent protector, felt that he should stand up and pour a basin of cold water on the two guys next to him.
"Ahem, Golden Dragon!
It's just that the boy who was originally in high spirits was furious when he heard the words around him.
"Cui Bai, you bastard, you waste, when will it be your turn to speak? If it weren't for my father to let you follow me, I would ......"
This time, the boy sadly found that he didn't know when he was led away by the guy in front of him.
The boy took two deep breaths and calmed down.
"Did I say I was going to go myself?"
After saying this, the boy put his hand on his forehead, and then laboriously grabbed a cyan figure the size of the boy from it, but it was only a vague phantory figure.
As the phantom left the child's body, it suddenly became even more wobbly.
Cui Bai shook his head, although this bear child has a very poor personality, but in terms of cultivation, he is already a person who is proud of his peers, and he has already differentiated into a yin god at a young age.
However, after all, it is not very old.
The yin god became in a trance after leaving the body.
The boy was also aware of his distraction, and at this time he was not able to do it to the point of resisting the wind.
couldn't help gritting his teeth, took off the simple armor he was wearing before, and put it on for the yin god in front of him, and then it seemed that he didn't feel safe.
So the boy took out several magic weapons from his cuffs one after another, and armed them on his fragile Yin God, until the Yin God could move freely outside.
In the boy's opinion, even if he encounters that hateful golden dragon, his yin god can escape, after all, the yin god does not have a real body, and the speed is naturally much faster than that of the boy.
Although the boy was arrogant and domineering, he was also a descendant who came out of the Infinite Dao Palace, and he could naturally see that the golden dragon was just disgusting him, and he would not eat the ambition leopard guts to kill him
However, this is also where he is most angry.
In the boy's heart, if he succeeds in cultivating in the future, then this Imperial Extreme Kingdom will definitely be the first place for him to be destroyed.
So, after the boy who had prepared everything and his Yin God glanced at each other, the Yin God flew down directly from the Aoba boat and returned to the direction of the Imperial Kingdom.
The target is Zhang Ming, who left early.
......
Time goes back to the night before.
A great wind and snow swept through the entire Imperial Pole Kingdom.
The biting cold wind mixed with the icy snowflakes slammed down on the land, and it was the largest blizzard in the history of the Imperial Pole Kingdom.
In the cold storm and snow of the night.
A young man was struggling to move his body in the knee-high snow, and the snow under his feet was like a long-aged puddle at the moment, and every step required great strength.
At this time, Zhang Ming's head, shoulders, and white fur coat were already full of snowflakes.
The horses that were originally following Zhang Ming were also released early because they wanted to avoid the bandits in the black cottage to divert the attention of those people, but the result was that Zhang Ming could only move forward alone.
The cold continued to invade the last shred of Zhang Ming's sanity, and the fatigue hit Zhang Ming's limbs like a landslide, as if he was covered with stones.
But at this moment, Zhang Ming knew that he couldn't stop.
In this deserted forest, especially in this snow-heavy and biting snow, if Zhang Ming stops, then what awaits him will be frozen to death!
No one will come to his rescue!
But manpower is limited after all, especially in the face of natural disasters, a person's strength is incomparably weak.
After stumbling forward for more than ten miles,
Zhang Ming can be said to have run out of oil and dried up.
If it weren't for the fact that he had hovered between life and death three times and twice, and had already raised his bearing capacity to the limit of ordinary people, he would have fallen to the ground a long time ago.
But even so.
Zhang Ming can only and only rely on his spiritual power to drive his body to move forward step by step, as if he is a marionette.
Over time,
The snow is getting heavier,
There is also more and more snow on Zhang Ming's body.
finally
Zhang Ming, who had exhausted all his energy, fell into the snow in front of him because he couldn't drag his body, and the frost gradually attached to Zhang Ming's forehead, eyelids, and lips.
As if to freeze Zhang Ming's body in this frost.
At this time, next to Zhang Ming was a book with "script" written on it.
There was a faint glow between the pages.
As the light grew stronger, a bamboo stick fell out of it.
"Idiot, idiot, big idiot!"
One by one, swearing and familiar voices rippled out of the bookmarks.
"I've never seen such a stupid person as you, don't you know how to find a tree hole or a cave to lie down? Hide from the wind and snow? Did you grow up eating shit? What a fool, fool!"
saw himself and Zhang Ming buried deep in the snow.
Lin Jianghe was grief-stricken.
"My dignified Lin Jianghe was defeated by this idiot, oh my God, I don't want to live, just let me die here with this kid, no one comes, no one comes, it's all over!"
For a while, the aura on the bamboo stick gradually dimmed.
But in the blink of an eye, the bamboo sticks lit up again.
Lin Jianghe's voice also appeared in Zhang Ming's ears again.
"Stinky boy, did Uncle Ben dig up your ancestral grave in his last life!"
In Lin Jianghe's "eyes", the hot breath exhaled between Zhang Ming's mouth and nose had already turned into small ice particles.
When Zhang Ming's mouth and nose completely turned into ice balls......
Zhang Ming is completely dead.