'Roar'!

With a hearty roar, a stone giant about ten meters tall flew out of the waterfall.

The stone giant, with a python skin skirt wrapped around his waist, was hairless, and his whole body was gray as if it was carved out of granite.

He dragged a chain the size of a water tank with both hands, drew a beautiful arc, rushed out of the huge waterfall, and flew into the deep pool below the waterfall.

Half an hour later, with a loud roar, the stone giant grabbed the chains in both hands and strode up the riverbank.

He stood firm, his hands dragging hard. Wisps of light lit up on the gray muscles of his body, and a cloud of gray light on his chest scaled rapidly, and a dull heartbeat kept coming.

The ground trembled slightly, and a powerful force field emerged from the ground, covering the entire stone giant.

The stone giant's body gradually expanded, rapidly increasing to about fifteen meters. He tugged at the chain with both hands, and walked in the direction of the Fog Knife's stronghold.

The muffled 'clanging' sound of crashing came from behind the waterfall, even drowning out the sound of the waterfall's huge running water.

Not long after, three other stone giants flew out of the waterfall panting, carrying large hammers and large iron nails. They followed the chains in the hands of the first golem and rushed down as if they were walking on the ground.

It was only a little more than a mile away from the Fog Knife stronghold, and the four stone giants joined forces and fixed the chains to the ground.

Seven or eight meters long iron nails fixed huge iron rings, and dozens of such huge iron nails were firmly nailed to the ground, pulling the chains straight and straight.

A dazzling light lit up on the chains, wisps of light flew, and with a dull crash, a strange 'chariot ship' rushed out of the waterfall along the thick chains.

The so-called car ship is a strangely shaped gear that is closely interlocked with chains underneath, and a cabin similar to a stealth ship on the top.

Each carriage is seven or eight meters wide, more than 20 meters long, and seven or eight meters high. The cars and boats are tightly connected by large iron chains, and the long chariot boat is nearly a kilometer long.

A large number of runes lit up in each carriage and boat, and in the streamer flying, the long carriage and ship were like a large centipede that was shining brightly, rushing down the chain with a 'boom'.

The closer they got to the fog knife camp, a large amount of fire erupted from the gears of the car and ship, the speed of the car and ship gradually slowed down, and a large number of portals on the bulkheads on both sides opened, and a series of sturdy figures rushed out, all of them were fog knife killers wearing black tights and carrying straight knives.

Such a train ship transported more than 2,000 fog knife killers, thousands of other warriors, and tens of thousands of slaves of various kinds.

On the wall of the Fog Knife stronghold, on the top of the only remaining watchtower, a figure emerged from the air.

The Misty Knife commander was cloaked, his face hidden in the shadows, his hands behind his back as he looked at the messy camp below. The fog knife killers who were clearing the rubble in the stronghold and treating their injured companions looked at him with a sense of it, and then silently knelt down on one knee and saluted him.

"What's going on?" The Fog Knife Commander's voice as cold as a knife resounded for dozens of miles, and across the wide river, the Immortal Sect camp on the opposite bank also heard his cold voice.

A killer captain jumped a few times, brought a trail of afterimages to the bottom of the city wall, and told the cause and effect of the attack of a dragon with a few pythons.

He focused on it, if it weren't for Wu Tie and Lao Tie who attracted Jiaolong's attention and even injured Jiaolong by unknown means, I am afraid that all the creatures in the entire fog knife stronghold would have been devoured by Jiaolong.

"One ...... Jiaolong?" There was a bit of joy in the voice of the commander of the fog knife: "Good baby, good creation, I didn't expect that I would have such good luck when I first came!"

"Gather all the hands, and I'll try what it's like to slay a dragon. ”

"Although it's just a dragon, it's also a dragon. ”

"Dragon...... Even a single scale is a treasure. ”

Listening to the order of the commander of the 'Fog Knife', the newly arrived Fog Knife Killer and those servant warriors who were already here quickly took action.

They quickly reorganized their team, assembled a large number of long-range attack weapons they had brought, quenched all the arrows with secret venom, and prepared to follow the 'Fog Knife' commander's plan to 'slay the dragon'.

......

There was darkness in front of me.

In the boundless darkness, there was a faint recitation of the scroll.

The man's voice was gentle, but it was full of a sense of strength, uprightness, and unyieldingness.

This voice has an extremely wonderful power, Wu Tie feels that his soul seems to be soaking in warm water, it is very comfortable and useful, and he can clearly feel that his soul is getting stronger at all.

The soul power determines the strength of the innate supernatural powers, and it is logical that Wu Tie's innate supernatural powers 'control the universe' are naturally becoming stronger.

Although he didn't know what was going on, in this darkness, listening to the man's gentle recitation, Wu Tie understood what kind of magical power 'Haoran Righteousness' was.

Heaven and earth have righteousness.

Fill the heavens and the earth, omniscient, strong and strong, and magnificent.

Haoran is righteous, he can be used to attack the supernatural power, specializing in restraining all the power of yin and evil.

But his greatest use is to refine the soul, enhance the essence of the soul, go straight to the heart of heaven and earth, and go straight to the ultimate holy realm of heaven and earth, which is the supreme method of cultivating the mind and cultivating virtue at the top level.

Wu Tie was in a hurry, in order to deal with that dragon, he knocked out the Haoran righteousness that had just had a trace of foundation in his body...... It's like using Meiyu to fight wild dogs, and it's completely misused.

With a desperate blow, all the power in the body is consumed.

There was only a trace of soul power left, most of the blood in the body was burned, and the body was empty, like a piece of old bacon that had been dried in the air.

However, after the soul power is exhausted, the newborn soul power is purified and condensed several times more than the original soul power under the tempering of Haoran righteousness, and the newborn soul power has a stronger power.

Most of the blood was burned, and the rest of the blood was glowing with a faint golden light, condensed and heavy, containing stronger strength and vitality than the original blood.

There is a familiar flow of heat flowing through the body.

Fluid constantly flows from the mouth and then gently explodes in the abdomen.

Someone is constantly pouring Wu Tie with a base potion.

The body was almost squeezed dry, and Wu Tie gasped for breath with satisfaction, and the energy was constantly replenished, and the bone marrow, which had also undergone subtle changes, continued to create new blood to replenish the deficit, and the lost strength continued to recover little by little.

In the darkness, the gentle voice grew louder.

Then more voices rang out in the darkness, and they echoed the voice, also reciting scriptures that Wu Tie could not hear, let alone understand.

I can't hear clearly, and I can't understand it......

But Wu Tie shed tears inexplicably.

This is a move from the bloodline, a kind of moving that has traveled through time and space, through the years, and will not be broken as long as the bloodline is still inherited.

The torch is passed down from generation to generation.

Whether it was that gentle voice, or the voices of those mixed men, women, and children, every voice made Wu Tie feel inexplicably intimate.

In the darkness, the golden light cluster in the center of Wu Tie's eyebrows gradually recovered, and the golden light that was originally the size of his thumb now became the size of a goose egg, and the golden light was much thicker than before, and there was a trace of blood looming in the golden light.

The darkness shattered, and Wu Tie opened his eyes.

In front of him was a bright light, and the white miserable ceiling emitted a bright light, and the ceiling, the four walls, and the floor were all spotless.

Wu Tie lay on his back in the center of the metal hall, and beside him was the instrument that made the foundation building potion. There were more than two hundred empty bottles of foundation building potions around him, and a few Yuan Neng puppets were busy running out with bottles in their mouths.

Da Tie was a bit clean, and he couldn't see any garbage in the Ancient God Barracks.

Lao Tie stood in front of Wu Tie, the white miserable skeleton had no expression on his face, and his eyes were full of blood, staring directly at Wu Tie.

It stands to reason that Wu Tie couldn't see any expression on Lao Tie's face.

But his flickering gaze was full of intense emotion.

Wu Tie was startled, hurriedly jumped up, grabbed the tight armor shrunk into a ball around him, and slapped Yuan Gang into it, white metal juice flowed all over his body, and quickly turned into armor to cover his body.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Wu Tie asked Lao Tie a little ignorantly.

Lao Tie's eyes flickered for a while, then he shook his head, 'Wangwang' yelled three times, and then laughed.

grinning with bared teeth, smiling like this with a miserable white skeletal face, but without the slightest hideous appearance, Wu Tie could feel Lao Tie's joy and happiness.

"Nothing, it's just...... Inexplicably in a good mood...... Although, Lao Tzu didn't have the heart to ......" Lao Tie tilted his head and looked Wu Tie up and down for a while: "Is it Haoran righteousness?

Without waiting for Wu Tie to answer, Lao Tie muttered, "It seems that one of your ancestors has a scholar...... Or, a ...... from a scholar's family"

"Haoran is righteous, it's good. Lao Tie smiled: "At least, you don't have to be afraid of ghosts when you walk at night in the future......

"Ghost?" Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie with wide eyes: "Master Gray has told the story of 'ghosts', but ...... I haven't seen it. Are there really ghosts in the world?"

Lao Tie shook his head, and he laughed: "It's okay if you haven't seen it...... Who's going to see that?"

More than a dozen metal spiders slowly walked over with two sharp horns more than three meters long, and threw the sharp horns at Wu Tie's feet with two 'dong dong' sounds.

These are the two horns on the dragon's head.

The black sharp corners are straight, with a circle of fine spiral lines on it, and the tips are extremely sharp, revealing a touch of coldness.

"It's miserable, you kid, it's really ruthless...... Moreover, it is also too coincidental. ”

Lao Tie grinned and smiled happily.

With such a punch, it shattered the skull under its two horns, and it happened that the two horns fell off. ”

"A dragon has at least thirty percent of its essence on a pair of horns...... It must hate you to death. ”

Wu Tie also smiled triumphantly, although he didn't know what was going on with the punch he blasted out, and he didn't know the ins and outs of this magical power, but he was very satisfied with the power of that punch.

Although after the punch was struck, the whole body was drained of energy, and the feeling of fainting immediately was too uncomfortable.

"But this big guy can't take my punch. Wu Tie reached out to grab the dragon horn under his feet, and looked at Lao Tie with a smile: "Or, find a way, let's give that big guy ...... Solved?"

Wu Tie looked at the large instrument beside him that made the potion.

His hands, which were not gloved, held sharp horns that were more than three meters long.

The first phalanx of his left index finger shook violently, and the flesh that had just been born exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and this phalanx bone was like a sharp knife cutting tofu, suddenly piercing into the swarthy and sharp dragon horns.

With a 'snap', the violently vibrating phalanges shook the entire dragon horn.

It was more than three meters long, and the thickest root was the thickness of a bucket's dragon horn and shattered, and a large amount of ash was scattered, only a little black essence light was like countless fireflies circling around Wu Tie's left hand rapidly, and it was swallowed clean by this phalanx bone in a few breaths.

Wu Tie's eyes widened, tears flowed wildly from the corners of his eyes, and he cried out in hysterical pain.

The first phalanx of his left index finger was burning, as if a small sun had been swallowed into it, and the whole phalanx was burning. The bizarre, terrifying torrent of energy boiled and fused in the entire phalange, and the naked eye could see that black torrents continued to flow from the first phalanx to the second phalange, to the third phalanx, and then to the corresponding metacarpal bone below.

Thin wisps of black flame flew out of the first phalanx and into the adjacent thumb and middle finger.

The flesh on Wu Tie's left thumb and middle finger was burned to shreds, and he saw that the two phalanges of his thumb and the three phalanx of his middle finger were slowly changing color.

When all the black essence of the dragon's horns was sucked in by the first phalange, Wu Tie's entire left palm burned.

He screamed in pain and rolled on the ground.

His eyes were black in pain, and his whole body was about to lose his mind, and he suddenly punched forward indiscriminately.

With a muffled sound, the largest Yuan Energy puppet ran in front of him with an empty bottle in its mouth, and was hit by his punch.

On the metal spider's fat belly, a fist mark half an inch deep clearly appeared.

The clear fist prints seem to be carved by master craftsmen, and every detail on the finger bones is so clearly visible.

Lao Tie and Da Tie gasped at the same time, and Da Tie quickly spun in place three times, shouting towards Lao Tie's rapid 'coo'.

The blood in Lao Tie's eyes almost condensed into substance.

He muttered a few words to himself that he didn't know what to say, and then nodded fiercely: "A dragon horn is like this...... So, what if it's the bones of the whole dragon?"

"Also, Grandpa, I remember, that day...... This kid's fingers seemed to shatter the guy's straight knife, and it also devoured the metal essence in the straight knife. ”

"Kill that dragon......"

Lao Tie slapped his paw on Da Tie's huge head: "Besides, are there many mineral deposits here? Let these Yuan Neng puppets speed up mining!"

"You guy, as an ancient god barracks...... It's time for you to put something to good use. ”

Wu Tie's left palm was burned to the point that his skin and flesh were scorched, and he fainted in pain.

Lao Tie grabbed him with one paw and dragged him towards the metal hall where Yang Jian was.

He muttered as he walked.

"It's a good thing and it's a bad thing...... It's not like he'll be covered in flesh and blood when he fights in the future, right? That's really...... It's stunning......"