It is said that the gods are unpredictable and unpredictable.

I thought that the gods would converge after taking the mortal liquid, and as a result, they even killed their own believers.

When the craftsman saw his father killed, he mourned: "Father ......"

The spirit of the deep sea killed the craftsman's father, as if he had done a trivial thing, and his face was full of emotion: "Wake me up with a spell, so I have to use him as a sacrifice, and everything will have to be paid." ”

The friars were in ecstasy - it was the right one who paid the price, but it was she who gained the most.

Look at the trouble.

Zhao Chuanxin muttered in a low voice: "Mourning, if this crazy girl wants to kill me, can you keep me?" ”

The mourning spirit replied categorically: "Yes!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin was relieved, and laughed: "The spirit of the deep sea, people woke you up to let you fulfill your wishes." But in addition to killing people, you've been sowing discord, and you're not very particular about it......"

Since the mourning spirit can protect him, what are you afraid of, who is too bad to see the excitement!

The Spirit of the Deep Sea glanced at him lightly: "A fearless pioneer from Middle-earth, you think I am the Spirit of the Deep?" I'm not. I'm just a mass of energy that is attached to the mistress with order. ”

The mourning spirit affirmed in Zhao Chuanxin's ear: "She is right, the gods are disorderly, and she is orderly, I am also orderly, I am stronger than her, but when I see the spirit body of the deep sea, you and I will fall into despair." ”

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't figure out the difference.

The spirit of the deep turned to the friar and said, "You want to resurrect your daughter, but that is impossible. There is no such thing as a soul, a ghost is just a special kind of creature. When the effect of the mortal liquid dissipates, I will blow up the body of the huntress and cause the body to be revived! ”

The friar's face showed despair.

Zhao Chuanxin praised it, and his words were real, which was like Zhao. He said that when he killed the enemy, he would not whitewash anything, and usually told him bluntly that Lao Tzu would kill you, and you will do what you say.

In desperation, the friar suddenly pulled out a long stone, wide at one end and narrow at the other, which looked like the hands of a clock.

Then he stabbed the captain in the back of the heart.

The captain, who was still watching the development, did not turn a blind eye.

The friar spoke, "Answer Stone, tell me where the way to stop the revival of the Spirit of the Deep Sea is?" ”

The answer stone in her palm turned, and finally pointed to Zhao Chuanxin!

The Spirit of the Deep Sea also set its sights on Zhao Chuanxin at the same time.

Zhao Chuanxin: "......"

Affection is the answer.

The Spirit of the Deep smiled, "It's late. ”

It seems that the effects of the medicine are wearing off, and the body of the huntress is somewhat out of shape.

"There are two choices at this point, either run or stop," the mourner said. ”

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "How to stop it?" ”

"Chop off the head of the huntress before the energy rushes out and explodes."

The friar took a step forward and slashed at the huntress with her sharp blade.

The huntress opened her mouth, the air twisted, and something came out of her mouth, but formless and insubstantial.

But the friar flew upside down and hit the wall of dry bones, and the large and small bones gargled and fell.

Her face turned paler and looked very languished.

She struggled to sit up, looked at Zhao Chuanxin and shouted, "There is still a chance, you do it, otherwise you will not be able to escape from Hongdao." ”

What are the chances she said?

When the huntress's body swelled to the point where it was about to damage her, suddenly her body glowed red.

All I heard was a crisp cracking sound.

Click......

The Bloodlight Plague Gem shattered to the ground, and the Huntress's body returned to its original state.

The Spirit of the Deep was visibly stunned.

It was a Bloodlight Calamity Gem that had been blessed to become a talisman that saved the life of the Huntress.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and shot and rushed out at the same time.

One shot didn't work, and somehow the bullet missed.

The moment the huntress opened her mouth, Zhao Chuanxin raised the scale shield in her hand.

Rumble......

The scale shield is torn apart.

At the last moment, the smart gyroscope took Zhao Chuanxin sideways to avoid the invisible energy.

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback, and said in his heart that he was so ruthless, how did the female monk stop it?

Playing this, right, Zhao Chuanxin teleported the dragon capture ring and turned it at the huntress.

The huntress had just lifted her feet off the ground, but she didn't spin, and immediately froze.

The tried-and-true dragon capture ring has no effect on her.

She waved her hand, and the dragon snatching ring on Zhao Chuanxin's finger made a slight bone shattering sound.

The gold and silver shells were intact, but the cannibal throat inside was probably broken.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned, and there was an extra God of War M1907 in his hand.

"Lao Tzu is not a god, but Lao Tzu is full of tricks and has a lot of work!"

Sudden Sudden Sudden ......

Previously, Zhao Chuanxin shot and killed the trade officer, using only a pistol.

The Spirit of the Deep didn't expect that there would be a powerful ranged weapon that could be continuously output.

It can protect against a bullet, but it can't protect against a metal frenzy.

Suddenly, the huntress's body was full of holes, and the air was visibly twisted around those wounds, indicating that there was an energy overflow.

This energy needs to be leaked, but it cannot be detonated.

The spirit of the deep sea began to rush towards Zhao Chuanxin regardless of it,

Zhao Chuanxin teleported over a pot, the old god crucible brand activated, and suddenly heated up, the iron pot turned into orange-red molten iron, he raised his hand, and the molten iron splashed.

The deep sea spirit who rushed over never expected that Zhao Chuanxin would have so much work.

"Ah......h

Hysterical howls of pain.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said: "Bad things, you are really bad, you have to pick your eyes when you are playing!" ”

The huntress was burned by molten iron in many places on her face and body, and even burned out small holes, which were more terrifying than the holes made by bullets.

The beautiful face of the original huntress no longer exists, and that face is miserable.

Friars watching the battle: "......"

Is this the strength of the dreadnought vanguard of Middle-earth?

She's met the Dreadnought Pioneer before, and it's not so difficult, right?

The brother and sister took the opportunity to disperse, and each of them held a God of War M1907 to outflank the dumping ammunition.

The elven scout, who had long been standing on a high place, took out his blow arrows, and puffed his cheeks high.

Sou......

The elven scout's blow arrow arrow and Zhao Chuanxin's elf carving knife are the same material, and they are indestructible.

It went straight through the body, and it was exhausted.

At this time, the spirit of the deep sea was no longer able to explode itself.

Because there are too many openings, the energy leaks out too quickly.

All that's left is rage.

The Spirit of the Deep spewed energy at the elven scout, who was so agile that he dodged the backflip and half of the bone wall he was on turned to powder.

The Spirit of the Deep opened its mouth and turned its head like a red child breathing fire, and the invisible energy swept through, trying to kill everyone on the spot.

Seeing it, it was almost time for Zhao Chuan's salary.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed, stretched out his hand, and waved down.

Swish!

The elf carving knife that had just been secretly thrown out was wrapped around the smart gyroscope, and at this time it unexpectedly slashed at the neck of the huntress.

The Deep Sea Spirit reacted quickly, and just tried to dodge, but found that he couldn't move.

The huntress's miserable face showed a broken and shocked expression.

I didn't expect that in this temple, there would be something that could control him.

That's a mourning, of course!

Swish......

The head falls to the ground.

There was no blood, only large patches of twisted air, and something could be seen spewing out.

Zhao Chuanxin felt tremors under his feet, there was an earthquake?

Along with the earthquake, there was a palpitating scream, which came from the sea or from the ground.

The elven scout ran to the window, looked at the sea, turned his head and said anxiously, "Tsunami......"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Don't panic! ”

Everyone: "......"

Who can not panic about this?

The monstrous waves more than ten meters high swept in, and the momentum was so fierce that it was too late to even run at this time.

The friar muttered to herself: "It's a tsunami caused by the spirit of the deep sea, he just needs to turn over and cause a tsunami, hahaha, I'm terminally ill, you die with me......"

Roll over and tsunami? It's hard to imagine how big the Deep Sea Spirit is.

Zhao Chuanxin was still calm: "If you say die, you will die?" Did I give permission? ”

Friar: "......"

The craftsman said, "Let's run." ”

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head in surprise: "Hey, if you don't make a sound, you still think you're dead." ”

Artisan: "......"

Zhao Chuanxin jumped out of the window, stood on the cliff, and said, "Don't be afraid, when I recite a mantra in the world, I can save the day." ”

Everyone: "......"

Seeing that the huge waves were approaching, I could see countless people running in panic on the port wharf from a distance.

But the speed is nowhere near as fast as the waves.

I could faintly hear the whistling sound, mixed with the cries of the residents of Red Island.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin opened his arms: "Horse, you have four legs; O sea, you are all water! Friar, you are quite beautiful at your age, with legs under your neck and a mouth under your nose......"

Friar: "......"

Then the eyes widened and they saw the monstrous wave, like an invisible sword, that had split through it and passed right on either side of the Chapel of Dry Bones.

Of course, it was Zhao Chuanxin who used the greetings of the Lord of Run.

Do you say that the equipment of these years has been brushed for nothing? The loss of a dragon capture ring is a fart, and Zhao Chuanxin has a lot of equipment.

This scene is so shocking, Zhao Chuanxin looks like a god descending from heaven.

The key is that it is humanoid, not a strange god.

This might be called "Turning the Tide!"

The craftsmen were particularly impressed.

Because of the high ground of the church, he was not particularly afraid. Because the momentum of the huge waves will slow down here, and whether it is the sea wolf clan or the inhabitants of Red Island, they have a strong ability to survive in the sea, at least it is not easy to drown them.

What I am afraid of is the destructive power of the waves.

Seeing that the huge wave was broken, Zhao Chuanxin turned his head very indifferently, ready to meet the praise.

It's just that on the other side of the church, in an invisible place, after the huge wave swept past, the backward torrent swirled, still rushing towards the church very fiercely.

Crash......

Countless bones shattered and spilled, and the whole church crumbled.

Zhao Chuanxin froze indifferently with a somewhat smug expression.

Rumble......

The church was torn apart......

I'm blanching!

The crowd crawled out of the window.

In this world, there is nothing more terrifying than "handsome for three seconds".

Zhao Chuanxin angrily slapped away a flying skeleton, manipulated the greeting of the Lord of Run, and separated the swirling water again.

Look left and right, everyone is fine.

The friar was swept up by the current to Zhao Chuanxin's feet.

He bowed his head and stretched out his hand: "Bring it!" ”

The friar's eyes flickered: "What? ”

"Pretend, huh?" Zhao Chuanxin said viciously: "The stone of answers, bring it!" ”

If you lose the Dragon Ring, you must get another treasure.

"It doesn't belong to you." The friar said calmly.

"Hehe......" Lugang M1907 turned around in Zhao Chuanxin's hand and aimed at the nunish: "It's mine, don't move." It's not mine, you put it on me. ”

"......" her pupils constricted, "as far as I know, the fearless pioneers of Middle-earth are upright and will not win the ...... of love"

"For hundreds or thousands of years, there will always be an anomaly." Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved and pulled the hammer.

Seeing that he did not eat oil and salt, the friar was very helpless.

She made a final threat: "The Stone of Answers is the key to the Cursed Box, and if the Desert Emperor knows that you possess it, he will hunt you down to the ends of the earth at all costs." ”

"I'm super brave, I'm not afraid."

"......" the friar was speechless.

She reluctantly lifted the Stone of Answers.

Zhao Chuanxin snatched it and teleported it away, and the person also quit the state.

[The tsunami swept away the lives of countless spiritual calamities, and seven or eight out of ten ships in the harbor were damaged. 】

[The craftsman said to me: There are fewer and fewer surviving sea wolf clans, and the people I know well have all died, can you take me away from Red Island?] 】

The craftsman is a bit of a nymphomaniac.

I am afraid that this person is the only person in the whole incident who still has some conscience in his heart.

But Zhao Chuan's salary is unprofitable and can't afford to be early, and writes:

I said, "Why? 】

[The craftsman thought for a moment and replied: I have a huge knowledge of materials science as the widow's sea, I know how to build armor weapons, I will definitely be able to help you.] 】

[Do I have to bring a craftsman?] 】

Zhao Chuanxin's decision was:

【Belt!】 】

Relying on craftsmanship to mix rice, not chilling.

The disaster-stricken Red Island needs to rest, and the remaining ships need to be prepared to continue on their way.

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Codex", took out the answer stone and looked at it, but unfortunately there is no rival now, otherwise he can try human life.

Before going to bed, he was thinking about Bayar's forehead with a wine jug, did he encounter an accident?

……

Bayar has not yet returned to Dalainuoer, and he is much slower than Zhao Chuanxin.

The farther north the weather becomes, the northwest wind is buzzing like a Xun, the autumn rain is dripping and dripping, and the animals on the wasteland will howl at night, which is extremely sad.

It was raining and cloudy, and his joints ached.

But he just gritted his teeth and insisted, not saying a word.

When night fell, he finally found a shelter from the rain with a piece of tiles, and gathered some hay to light a bonfire.

After baking for a while, I couldn't help but think of the benefits of Zhao Chuanxin's time, eating and drinking without worry, heating is a small meaning, and he is basically not needed to set up a tent, and he can also drink a small half bottle of spirits when eating.

Originally, he also carried the wine, but on the way he was targeted by wolves, and he galloped in order to escape the horse, and the wine jar was turned upside down on the way.

Bayar lifted his trouser legs, saw that his knees were swollen, and pressed his fingers to deflat.

He took some medicine and applied it, and it was hot, but of course the pain did not diminish a little.

Bayar's forehead suddenly remembered that before taking medicine, Zhao Chuanxin saw him and said what kind of Mongolian doctor Wu Renji he was, one pair of medicine heart abrupt, two medicine eyes abrupt, and three medicine buried in loess......

Bayard couldn't help but laugh.

That man is really full of strange words, and there is no repetition.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a terrible cry.

On this big night, in the wilderness, screaming bitterly, just think.

The point is, the voice is ringing next to him.

Bayar's forehead tingled, and he turned his head to his ears, his eyes widened to see that the cry was coming from his bag.

He hurriedly opened the bag.

The flask was lying in the bag, the rat's head pattern on it was twisted and distorted, and the rat's face showed a humanized and anxious look.

It's clearly just gold and silver, why can it be moved?

This is beyond Bayal's knowledge.

He beat the drum, but it didn't work.

He chanted in a deep tone, useless.

Perhaps the place where he lit the campfire was above a rat hole.

After a while, a mouse arched out of nowhere.

Bayar's forehead and eyes were quick, and he grabbed the mouse, pinched the back of the mouse's neck, and bled it with the crow knife, which dripped on the mouse's mouth on the jug.

Bayar remembered the evil story of the Northland that he had told Zhao Chuanxin.

When talking about the charm of weasels, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Weasels can be charming, won't you be fascinated by weasels?" Isn't there mushroom powder, give it some and see who gets confused. ”

At that time, Bayard was stunned.

Shoot that? Foxes and weasels, no matter how much they lack virtue, can they lack more virtue than people? Can you be more cunning than a human?

Thinking of this, Bayar quickly uncorked a small porcelain bottle, poured it on the mouth of the rat in the wine jug, mixed with the blood of the mouse, and I don't know whether it seeped into the jug, or was really carved by the mouse and drank it, and finally disappeared along with the blood and mushroom powder.

Then Bayard saw the face of the mouse, sometimes hideous, sometimes drunk, sometimes the corners of the mouth curved as if laughing, sometimes howling.

Bayar's forehead subconsciously said: "You seem to have made the yellow skin confused......

After saying that, I was stunned......

And then thoughtfully.

The mouse's face changed and changed, and suddenly its mouth opened wide and let out a distant scream.

Bayar's forehead only heard the wolves whimpering in the distance, and gradually ran away.

He scared away the wolves that were following him......

Finally, the rat face opened its mouth wide, yawned, and slowly closed its eyes.

Bayar: "......"

He said in his heart, "In the future, this evil thing will be troubled again, so he will pour mushroom powder and rat blood on it."

Anyway, it's almost there, and the rat and mushroom powder are inexhaustible, enough for him to drink a pot.

It's just that even the evil can't carry something, he will never use it again in the future......

……

Although Zhao Chuanxin was a little worried about Bayar's forehead, he didn't go to see his safety.

What new gods and old gods, no matter how awesome they are, they can't break the barrier of the "Old God Codex", and they can't travel freely between the two worlds.

This is Zhao Chuanxin's confidence.

I think it's going to be fine.

When he woke up, he crouched in the doorway to brush his teeth.

As soon as he had finished throwing up, a servant came and told him to eat breakfast.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "What kind of breakfast, Zhao doesn't take advantage of your palace, isn't that kind of person knowing?" Tell Lao Qi that Zhao is leaving. ”

Minion: "......"

After speaking, Zhao Chuanxin casually threw out the ladder, jumped up and stepped on the ladder and ran up the nearly six-meter-high wall.

As I said before, the Qi Palace's Mansion is close to the Songhua River, especially in the morning and evening, and it looks mysterious.

Zhao Chuanxin's figure fell into the fog, and the servant was stunned for a moment, and then immediately pulled his legs and ran away: "Lord Wang, Lord Wang, Mr. Zhao, he stepped on the clouds and flew away......"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't eat breakfast in the palace, and the worry that "there are always people who want to harm me" has always existed.

In case Zimmer's characteristic Mu Pile didn't dare to poison last night, how could he break the poison when Zhao Chuanxin was defenseless in the morning?

He did not leave the former banner of Golro-Si, but walked north, stopping and observing along the way, and could not only listen to the words of Zimmer's characteristic Mupil.

I don't know where I went, I saw that there was a stall early, so I asked for porridge and buns, and by the way, I ordered fried dried salted fish as a side dish, which was really safe and hygienic......

The stall owner is a Zhili person, and when he saw Zhao Chuanxin wearing armor, he muttered to his mother-in-law: "Look at him, does he look like a person?" ”

His mother-in-law's chick pecked rice and nodded: "Like a human, like a human, with sound limbs, walking upright." ”

"......" The stall owner coughed: "My brother has an errand in the Qi Wangfu stationed in Chang-Chunfu, he said that Zhao Chuanxin appeared on the main road, went to the train station and killed dozens of Japanese, and finally hit the Qi Wangfu, and the matter is very big!" ”

His mother-in-law opened her mouth wide: "Zhao Chuanxin? ”

"Silence, don't die, what are you shouting?"

Zhao Chuanxin has excellent hearing, in fact, he has heard all the conversations.

He pulled the remaining fried fish into a porridge bowl, mixed it and ate it by dividing it by two, and slapped the money on the table: "No change, the rest is a tip." ”

Today is purely passing by, come to have breakfast, leave immediately, there is no need to make waves again.

The stall owner and his wife watched him walk away, and then went over to collect the money on the table.

The mother-in-law pulled for a long time: "The head of the house, what kind of tip did he say, there is still a total of two cents left, what about the tip?" ”

……

Zhao Chuanxin asked passers-by where this was.

Passers-by told him: "Our name is Qingyang Town." ”

"What specialties does Qingyang Town have?" Zhao Chuanxin asked with interest: "Are there any Japanese haunts?" ”

Passers-by scratched their heads: "Specialty? Does Delong burn a pot count? We don't have any Japanese here, but it's not been peaceful lately, and there are horse bandits, so we have to be careful. ”

Zhao Chuanxin hugged his fists and thanked him, and was just about to leave when he heard a gunshot.

The passerby's face changed slightly: "It's not good, I'm afraid that the horse bandits want to rob Delong to burn the pot?" ”

Writing leisurely is not subjective restraint, it is the demand of the objective environment, and it is a rigid need.

I won't let it lose contact 100% if I write it blindly, otherwise this year will be in vain.

There is a word called history-history-nothingness. I can't count the number of times a chapter has been blocked and changed, and how many times I've received an edit warning.

I remember one time, I wrote a plot and found a lot of historical materials in the physical book, perhaps because it was not very common, and was asked to revise it, I took a picture of the information evidence on the physical book to the editor, and the editor showed it to the review side, and only after confirming that it was not nothing.

Modern history can't turn you upside down, can't let you change dynasties, can't ride a white horse to unify the world. At first, I thought that I could hide from the world by putting science fiction in the category, but it turned out that I thought a lot haha......

Smoke two or three boxes occasionally, drink a lot, and always stay up late.

I also want to continue my life, but unfortunately I don't have a contract to press my handprint...... If someone threatens me to abandon the pit or something, I will foam at the mouth at the very least, or fall to the ground in shock...... If you go to the ICU, it's all because someone threatens to abandon the pit, and if you can't get rid of your pants, you don't wear it......

(End of chapter)