How should man deal with something huge?

Han Baiyi didn't know.

The moment he sat in the sedan chair, an incomparably huge thick rope suddenly fell from the air, the twine was rolled into a ball and twisted together, and countless countless hemp ropes were entangled in one place, forming an incomparably huge rope head.

There is a gap in the center of the rope end.

Just this gap rolled up the broken sedan chair with Han Baiyi and the fake royal son sitting in it.

Han Baiyi lifted the straw curtain and looked outside, but he couldn't see anything, the seemingly loose hemp rope seemed to be controlled by something, and he clamped the sedan chair tightly.

In Han Baiyi's opinion, the sedan chair was extremely shabby, and I don't know for what metaphysical reasons, it didn't shake at all.

"Na...... Ninja, what's going on out there? ”

The fake Yuzi grabbed the handle on the side of the broken sedan chair and strove to stabilize his body, while Han Baiyi always grabbed the windowsill of the broken sedan chair.

"Invisible."

As soon as he heard his words, he grabbed the thick rope of the sedan chair and suddenly lifted it into the air.

In the eyes of the outside world, it is obviously very slow, but for the two people sitting in the broken sedan chair, the speed of the rise is so fast that it makes people feel weightless in an instant, and the internal organs seem to be thrown into the air, and the chest is suddenly a little nauseous.

The fake Yuzi reached out and grabbed Han Baiyi tightly.

The two are connected by a thin rope.

Han Baiyi's situation was better, but his expression was still extremely dignified.

If the way to the Source Palace hadn't changed, the two of them would have been hundreds of meters in the air by now.

There was a deafening noise below.

Han Baiyi looked through the window, but he couldn't see anything from the angle of the window, only the lush, but small ant-like forest, and the unreachable earth.

A few strands of broken hemp rope scattered from above the broken sedan chair.

Han Baiyi's pupils shrank.

Among the scattered broken hemp ropes were thin black threads.

It looks a little like hair.

Boom, boom, boom.

With the loud noise in their ears, the two people sitting in the broken sedan chair could also feel that their position was changing rapidly, and their bodies were shaking violently under the action of inertia, but the seemingly tattered sedan chair was motionless, and even the most ordinary squeaking sound was not made.

Fake Miko's face was pale.

With the last dull sound, the broken sedan suddenly stopped, producing an extremely violent shock.

Han Baiyi's gaze was certain.

And that's it.

The fake royal son who dragged the broken sedan chair came out of it, and the two climbed out along the hemp rope.

After coming out, the fake Miko reacted for a while, and then suddenly looked back as if he remembered something.

When I turned around, I saw an incomparably huge hemp rope humanoid Gundam kneeling on the ground in a prostrate position.

It's a huge twine-rope puppet.

If you only observe the height, it is about more than a kilometer, and even if you are kneeling, when you look down, those incomparably tall trees are still as small as bamboo sticks.

The thick rope holding the broken sedan chair is the hand of this 'hemp rope man', and the four hemp ropes extend out in all directions like limbs, one hand is in the shape of a hold, and the other hand is straight to the past, just at the door of the palace on the top of the mountain.

The fake royal son, who had never seen the world, was suddenly stunned in place as if he was shocked, and the impact on his heart at this time was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Just standing in the hands of the kneeling hemp rope man, there is a sense of looking at the mountains at a glance, and for a while his legs are a little weak.

Han Baiyi was thoughtful, staring carefully at the hemp rope puppet in front of him.

While playing the game, he was very curious about this hemp rope puppet.

I don't know how it was possible to create such a huge puppet in this place where the productivity is extremely backward and the manual ability is not outstanding compared to many countries of the same era.

After thinking about it for a long time, it can probably only be metaphysics.

flicked a brain melon on the head of the fake royal son, making her sober up at once, Han Baiyi grabbed her, and a flying claw shot long, flying from one hand to the other, and the two ran all the way along the hemp rope.

The thick hemp rope is not only long, but even the diameter is more than three meters, although ordinary people will walk on it will be a little crooked, but as long as you keep your balance, it is actually no different from on the road.

However, only when he really walked on it did Han Baiyi really feel the 'hugeness' of this Ma Shen Man.

Even the biggest red ghost he had ever seen was as small as a chicken in front of this hemp rope man.

Looking back into the distance, although they just felt that they had not been sitting in the sedan chair for a long time, they had actually already crossed more than ten kilometers in the air.

It's hard to imagine the creativity of the ancients in the metaphysical world.

Soon, the two of them came to the gate of the Source Palace.

It is an imperial palace built in the middle of a vast mountain.

The reason why it is said to be an imperial palace is not to exaggerate its luxury and luxury, but because, in Ashina's worldview, this is the ancient 'capital' of Ashina.

Because of this, the source water in the Source Palace will be called the 'capital water'.

However, the incomparably glorious Reina Kyoto in the past has long been flooded by the water, and everything that can be seen in front of you is soaked in the water, and only the remnants of the wall are barely exposed to the water.

The fine carvings on the top of the walls make people vaguely see the glory of the past years of Ashikayo.

Stepping into the gate of the Source Palace, there is a long mahogany bridge in front of you, on both sides of the bridge are planted tall maple trees, each tree is ten meters up, thick as three people hugging, the middle of the trees is separated by a large stone, full of red leaves in the thin mist, red sprinkled all over the ground, bright as blood.

Standing in the middle of the bridge is Han Baiyi's old friend.

A tall figure in a golden robe held a sword in his hand, standing upright in front of him, his face covered by a black cloth, and his purple clothes were underneath.

As if hearing footsteps, the three-meter-tall giant raised his eyes slightly, but did not speak.

This time it's the right body.

The gatekeeper of the Palace of the Source, the monk who broke the vows.

Eight hundred bhikshunis.

Han Baiyi habitually let the fake prince retreat, this time the fake prince was very prescient, and took the initiative to retreat, without letting Han Baiyi take advantage.

Han Baiyi pulled out red tears of worship and faced the giant in front of him with his blade.

This time, however, the eight hundred bhikshunis looked at him with empty eyes as if they had no spiritual sense.

She didn't make the soft female voice that was very iconic, but completely mismatched with her size.

"Roar"

Half of the skull, which was close to the skeleton, let out a rotting roar and trembling with its rotting vocal cords, and without any explanation or explanation, the eight hundred bhikshunis roared and brandished their knives and rushed towards him.

Bang.

The knife fell on the bridge deck, and the heavy blade was deeply embedded in the mahogany bridge deck, setting off many red leaves.

Han Baiyi saw the opportunity, stepped on the back of the knife with one foot, and with force under his feet, the eight hundred bhikshunis suddenly stuck their hands.

At the moment when the two of them wrestled, Han Baiyi, who had fought countless times, immediately seized the opportunity, and then the inertia brought by the wrestling rushed straight towards the giant monk in front of him, and the red knife in his hand was waved one after another, almost drawing a red afterimage in the air.

But after 800 years, how can the 800 bhikshunis who have never been defeated here be easy people?

At the moment when Han Baiyi stepped on the knife and swung the knife, the black steel handle was pulled up by her, and the movements were resisted again and again at a speed that was completely inconsistent with her huge size, and there was a crisp sound of clanging iron in her ears.

The physical memory of countless battles has allowed her to exert a strength far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, even if she is not conscious.

Knife wheel dance.

Under the wielding of the extremely tall eight hundred bhikshunis, the long knife actually seemed to form white moonlight around his body, and the violent wind pressure made Han Baiyi still hurt his face even if he dodged this move.

Before Han Baiyi could continue to attack, he saw eight hundred bhikshunis step forward and slash, with a piercing sound almost screaming from their mouths, and the blades were wrapped in white waves-like air.

Han Baiyi's pupils shrank, and the white thunder that was originally just tightly wrapped around his body suddenly shone, and his speed instantly doubled, and his steps twisted and turned, and he dodged the knife with a bang.

A deep footprint was left on the mahogany deck.

A knife fell, the violent wave of air with a sharp knife qi slashed out, the huge force wrapped in the heavy mass of the knife, actually let this knife live on the bridge deck extended more than a meter long crack, the bridge handrail was cut off, and a full three or four meters of air waves were cut on the water surface under the bridge.

The bridge shattered into several pieces, kicking up a cloud of smoke.

Han Baiyi was expressionless, the white thunder wrapped around his whole body and rushed towards the giant monk, but the eight hundred bhikshunis were extremely sharp in a back jump, and the force of the jump was just enough to bring out the knife embedded in the bridge.

Seeing her jump into the air, Han Baiyi's pupils shrank slightly, and he rushed forward, a slightly jerky special operation method traveled in his body, and a short qi blade spread out from the blade of the Crimson Tear Worship.

Then, it fell with a bang.

【Flying Boat】

The knife technique used to cut off the head of the lion ape once again bloomed in the air.

Just a single knife fell, and countless white wind blades that seemed to appear in mid-air that had condensed into substance, and Han Baiyi's body, which was wrapped in white thunder, disappeared in a flash.

When he reappeared, Han Baiyi was already standing behind the eight hundred bhikshunis.

Boom.

The giant monk's three-meter-tall body fell to the ground, and deep marks cracked on the golden robe, revealing the already decaying body skeleton inside.

All the limbs were broken.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho......"

There was a strange sound from the giant monk's mouth, squeaking as if something was crawling inside her, and the knife fell to the side, the blade stuck on the bridge.

Han Baiyi thrust tears into her head with a pop, and just as it writhed in it, it was nailed to death like a giant centipede-like undead worm.

【Immortal Slash】

The giant monk's incomparably huge body suddenly stood still in place as if he had stepped on the brakes.

But it was different from the other immortals Han Baiyi had seen.

As the tears struck her to death, the gigantic body of the eight hundred bhikshunis gradually lightened in color, and finally turned into a glass-like transparency.

With a bang, the body shattered.

Seeing a lot of knowledge, such as Han Baiyi, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

As he was sluggish, a memory suddenly flooded into his mind.

Han Baiyi watched as a bystander.

It was a young girl who lamented the fragility of life and pursued immortality, wading through countless mountains and rivers, and finally got her wish and was possessed by the immortal insect.

As a price, it was born as a story of guarding the door of this declining palace for 800 years.

It wasn't until the end of the story that the spirit that had been preserved to the end shook slightly, sending him a few messages.

"Eternal life, that is, death."

"I've been waiting for this moment for eight hundred years."

"Thank you."

The gentle female voice seemed to appear in his mind again.

When all this is done, the aura is dissipated into nothingness.

【800 Bhikshunis (2/2) Death】

【EXP 2048】

【Completion Achievement: The Death Wish of the Broken Monk】

[Gain Innate Ability: Vicissitudes of Life]