Chapter 665: Material Break
"Shizun is not old, I don't know how he got to where he is today. ”
As if she hadn't heard her brother's words, Elaine looked at the crescent moon in the sky that was bright and white due to the snow-white reflection everywhere and sighed, "It's so beautiful!"
Cultivation is difficult, and the difficulty is not only to comprehend the heaven and earth qi cultivation method, but also to cherish and care for the mundane.
Everyone understands that seeking truth and asking immortals needs to reject the red dust, and they need to say goodbye to family and family affection and even clan affection.
However, once they have crossed that hurdle, the first thing that young men and women experience is not the difficulty of cultivating, but the new shijie that first appears in front of them, and the more yearning that comes with having Liliang.
If it weren't for months of penance, how could the two siblings be able to climb to the peak and look at the moon for the first time, and how could they enjoy the cold and tranquility of the heights. Quietly experiencing the changes in her body, Yilian couldn't help but let out a long breath, and said seriously: "I want to go down, I must go on." ”
"Everywhere you go, you have to call your wife!"
The little young master still remembers to remind his sister to respect the teacher and pay filial piety, which really reflects the stubbornness unique to the Lin family's bloodline. The face with the first eyebrows was full of rigor, and he said solemnly: "Beware of my complaint." ”
"Go tell it. ”
Elaine didn't care at all, or even said with some expectation: "Who do you want me to say!"
"Huh!"
The sound of surprise seemed to ring in their ears, a little surprised and cold, and the sister and brother hurriedly turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, and at the same time felt remorse in their hearts, remembering the teacher's advice before leaving.
People come like ghosts. Two ghosts, one fat and one thin, fluttered like a mist-like body. There is a bit of unbridled arrogance.
The phantom figure on the left is slightly fat, and he sneered with a smile: "A girl who doesn't even have Daoji can find you." I really shouldn't be your companion. ”
The man on the right shouted angrily, "Shut up! ”
There are hundreds of thousands of people in the Five Wolves Mountain, and everyone can fight in difficult times, and it is no longer comparable to the convoy that was in danger of capsizing when it encountered snow thieves; Before the thirteen lang entered the city, the new city lord had not yet become a climate, and it was enough to have a wild wolf guard, and later Miaoyinmen became an ally, sending a medicine master and two monks to assist in the mountain. Safety is guaranteed.
As for the Lin family's sisters and brothers, the cave where they cultivated had already been arranged, and there should not have been an accident. However, the sky suddenly cleared, and it coincided with the cultivation of the two of them, and the mood was joyful and moved to the idea of climbing high and watching the moon, which led to the first calamity after embarking on the path, I don't know if it is a test.
"I think you're scared. ”
The fat monk sneered and said, "If it weren't for the strict orders of the elders, this seat would have to slaughter this place." ”
If he didn't dare to disobey the strict order, he didn't want to make too much noise. It took two days of hiding to find an opportunity, and I was bored in my heart. Suppressing the surging desire to kill, the fat monk turned into a big hand with his five fingers and grabbed it straight at the little young master. That's the number one goal this time.
"Bold!"
The scolding was loud, and Elaine stepped in front of her younger brother while sending out the warning signal, and her body was quite neat. Meanwhile. The little young master stared at his eyebrows and popped out a faint fireball, and his little face turned pale.
That's his limit. The slightest mistake can lead to the collapse of mana and the "strongest" spell that will devour you.
"Hehe, hehe"
The fat friar almost crooked his face. Unconsciously increased a little strength in his hand, wanting to teach these two children a lesson.
To his dismay, the two children's expressions were nervous, but they were not in any way frightened or desperate, and were even a little eager to try
Born calves? I am a knot!" The fat monk sighed secretly, almost unable to control his murderous intent. That's right, he didn't dare to wantonly release his coercion, and he had to carefully seal the surroundings to prevent the leakage of sound; but the knot pill is the knot pill, standing in front of mortals, how is it different from a true immortal?
The little girl dared to scold herself, and the boy actually planned to fight back
"I heard that the Lin family is all sick and can't be guessed by ordinary people, it seems that this is really the case. ”
The fat friar's mind was spinning, and he suddenly heard his companion exclaim, "No, be careful!"
Be careful? Be careful of what? Be careful of that fireball?
The fat monk was so strange, but the palm of his hand instinctively used all his strength, and his body shook like a ghost.
Can't hide!
As if a needle had punctured the air bag, and his voice was dull and depressing, with a frightening aura, the fat monk's heart ached slightly, and then numb, and he couldn't help but lower his head, and the giant palm that he had conjured dissipated like smoke and rain in the wind, as if it had never appeared.
"Roar!"
A low roar sounded around him, accompanied by a few ghostly shadows, and the fat monk knew that it was his companion who was using his strongest supernatural powers, and he couldn't help but think to himself, since he reacted in time, no matter what happened, he should be able to handle it.
The ghost's roar was fleeting, and the fat monk couldn't even tell whether his companion's supernatural powers were used or not, and a burning sensation suddenly came from his palm.
The fireball, which was so weak that it could be ignored, flew out of the little young master's hand, traversed dozens of meters of space with difficulty and persistence, and hit his right palm.
The right hand that had just been released, but had not taken effect.
Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the severe pain made the fat monk's eyebrows twist into a ball, frightened and confused.
How could this be possible! How could a young monk who had just begun to cultivate, the lowest level of the fireball technique, be able to hurt himself? To exaggerate it, even if the fat monk stood still and did not use any means, it was absolutely impossible for him to be injured by it
The flames burned in his hands, and the smell of burnt breath reached his nose, so real. The fat friar realized that this was true, and then realized that he had lost the ability to move, and that he had the mana to operate with the slightest movement of his mind.
A hole appeared in his chest, but there was no blood, and his slightly fat face dried up in an instant. Only a layer of skin remained glued to the skull, like a skeleton unleashed by a companion. The fat friar wanted to shout. He wanted to mobilize the talisman treasure hidden in the dantian, but he couldn't, his body and soul seemed to be separated. The mind is still running, the five senses are there, but I can't do anything.
"Evil obstacles, they are indeed hiding here!" came from the air, and the fat monk felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart. He heard whose voice it was, knew what kind of strength and majesty that person had, and thought to himself that he should be saved.
"Evil barrier, I'm hiding here!" another snap came. Very strange, very arrogant, and very angry, and it seems to be referring to the person who made the voice before.
"What is this? Could it be a toad?" thought to himself.
"Don't talk nonsense, kill!" the woman's voice was too cold, too cold, so cold that the fat monk trembled so much that he couldn't resist at all.
"The god scared him, why was he in a hurry?" Oh, it's definitely not his own person. But just as powerful.
There was a roar in the air, it was the voice of his own people, but it was not as strong and confident as before, and there was no majesty in horror and despair. The Fat Friar truly understood the truth. despair ensued.
His eyes slowly darkened, his mind froze, and the fat monk gave up the idea of struggling. I thought that I would work so many masters to shoot together, and I would not be ashamed of my defeat.
"Leave him to me!" a slightly immature female voice sounded in front of him. Elaine clenched her pink fist, not fast but steady. His expression and voice were nervous, but there was no panic.
"Sister be careful. ”
"Don't be afraid!"
"Peng!" there was a muffled sound, and the fat monk felt his face struck, soft but resolute.
"Hehe, it turned out to be left for her to kill" The fat monk swallowed the thought of zuihou
The way of heaven is justice, the moon will not rise in only one place, the bright moon on the Five Wolf Mountain is bright, and the city lord's mansion is not bad; the slightly dim moonlight is sprinkled all over the earth, and the sparse flowers and forests in the garden hang down the long-lost reflection, as if admiring themselves.
The scenery is leisurely, people are busy, Thirteen Lang does not have the leisure and elegance of the Lin family's sisters and brothers, and he is making a decision in his thoughts and writing hard.
Splashing ink, Thirteen Lang first wrote a few killing words, and after the flames surging in his chest dissipated slightly, he unfolded the new paper and began to write a letter, writing a letter that had been brewing for a long time.
"I still don't understand why you can conclude that the Three Kings can be found in those places. ”
The blue bottle's expression was still the same, cold and indifferent, flat and flat, but the temperament had become very different, uh, it had changed to a voice, so lazy that it seemed to be about to sleep, like a delicate begonia flower.
Writing a letter to the Three Kings was a strategy that had been determined a few days ago, and it was not a surprise, and what was incomprehensible to the blue bottle was that Thirteen Lang had never left him at all these days, or that he had never left him, and it was impossible to see why he had come to a conclusion, let alone find them.
Dream Dance Pavilion, Qingfeng Temple, Evil Sand House, and Mr. Eight Fingers are very clear, believing that they are the liaison offices of Blood Dance, Impurity, and Cloak, respectively, and even hiding themselves.
"What the hell is weishenme?"
Thirteen Lang was writing a letter, and Lan Bottler unceremoniously occupied the most comfortable position, curled up on the soft couch and meditated, so far there was no conclusion.
Thirteen Lang ignored her, not because he was deliberately playing mysterious, but because Blue Bottle was so competitive that he didn't let him say it, he had to figure it out by himself. Mr. Eight Fingers was not only brewing words at this time, but also thinking about this wonderful sound woman in his mind at the same time, which was very strange and a little vigilant.
The inner temperament is not a mask that can be blocked, the blue bottle changes every other day, and even with the delicate mind of Thirteen Lang, there is not the slightest sign of fraud, so I can't feel strange. The cultivator pays attention to the constancy of the Dao heart, like her, suddenly like a naughty girl, and suddenly like a lazy woman, and then becomes lonely and cold again, it is really difficult not to make people find it.
"Exercises?"
Thirteen Lang wrote and looked at it, and suddenly seemed to feel something, and his wrist condensed slightly. The blue bottle on the soft couch raised his eyebrows slightly, and then sighed softly.
She knew that Thirteen Lang expected it again, and she had to accept it if she didn't accept it.
"In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard that Yake was coming, and Mo Wei bent down to the king's flag. Mr. Eight Fingers put down his pen and looked up at the window and smiled.
"Lin Wanrong, or Zhong Datou?"
(To be continued......)