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The spirit beast clouded leopard is like a torch flowing in the sky, a green star, rubbing a long flame tail through the sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bypassing the dragon's head, Cangjiao, and Yunyin peaks, he fell straight to Cuiluo Peak. The mountain wind is mighty, blowing the green waves undulating, and the mountains are full of fresh grass and trees.

At this time, on Cuiluo Peak, there were about more than ten people sitting idlely. After the clouded leopard settled, it rolled on the ground, turned into a tanuki again, and flew to the side of a blue-robed Taoist.

Pan Hao tilted his head and looked at it, only to see that there were men, women and children present, their expressions were tranquil, full of indescribable temperament, not at all like the people in the village. Is this what my grandfather used to call the god of the mountain?

The owner of the spirit beast was even more strange, sitting opposite a scribe in his forties, and between the two hung a huge round ball, the size of a millstone. Seventy percent of the globe is blue water waves, and the rest seems to be a microcosm of land.

If you look closely, sailboats are infested on the ocean, and artillery fire is flying. The land was built on a large scale, and the city was built. Although it is small, it is delicate, as if it were a real world, and the states are at war and conquering endlessly.

It's just that Xiao Panhao has a bitter little face, and he can't understand, why can't the villain boat at the bottom of the ball fall down?

Yang Dana bowed his head, "Mountain master, Emperor Zhu Youlang of the Southern Ming Dynasty failed to build the capital in Kunming, the traitor Wu Sangui chased and killed, and the Manchu Tartars raised more than 200,000 troops to our Miao Jiang to kill." ”

Pang Xian, who stretched out his hand to point at the globe, suddenly stopped and sighed: "Taichong, it seems that our game is incomplete." ”

The scribe who was meditating suddenly came back to his senses, "Uh! Heaven and earth, hundreds of countries have been fighting, all of them have evolved on a round ball, magical!

Although the rules for climbing the tech tree are still unclear, the evolution of the political system of each country is enough to attract all his attention.

This scribe is Huang Zongxi, one of the three great Confucians at home and abroad, who is inclined to limit the monarch's power and consolidate the people's ideas.

Now Pang Xian didn't dare to talk to him in depth, otherwise he would definitely be speechless when questioned by him. Fortunately, he can still use the games of the civilization series to crush him and save a little bit of his poor dignity.

Yinshu, who was busy weaving flower baskets with bamboo strips of flowers in her hand, said in a harmonious voice: "The coming days are long, why bother with today?"

Huang Baiyao, who was standing beside Huang Zongxi, grimaced at Yang Da and said urgently: "Yes, Daddy, the Manchu dog thieves have ruined our Han people's rivers and mountains, and now even the last place of peace in southern Xinjiang will be destroyed." If you don't resist, it's too late!"

Pang Xian and Huang Zongxi looked at each other and smiled, looking relaxed and comfortable, only Yang Da and the others were in a hurry, that was the army of more than 200,000 tigers and wolves of the Manchu Qing Dynasty!

Huang Zongxi saw the anxious appearance of the hundred medicine monkeys, frowned and said: "You are still determined to be a handsome person, how can you have great achievements if you are so unbreathless?"

Huang Baiyao, who was famous and ranked among the top ten masters of Miaojiang, stood with his hands tied up in an instant.

In the trial of the reincarnation illusion realm, Huang Baiyao fell to Zhuxian Town more than five hundred years ago. At the time of the Northern Expedition of the Yue Family's army to fight against the Jin soldiers, the battlefield was tempered, and the prince of Yue personally taught the method of marching and arranging the formation. Don't look at his age of only being in his twenties, Zhu Xianzhen's victory still has to be credited to him.

"The inheritance of Yue Fei's soul is the spirit of national struggle. Pang Xian was appreciative, "If everyone can have this bloody nature of resisting and fighting, and save me from the heavens of China, wouldn't it be just around the corner?"

Yang Da praised the festival: "Not bad!"

"Master!" shouted from far away from the bottom of the mountain.

Xiao Panhao saw a flower in front of him, only to feel the fragrant wind hitting his nose, and he saw seven green temples and red faces coming together. It was the seven disciples under the Yinshu seat, Liu Ru and Gu Hengbo and others.

or delicate and charming, or elegant and noble, with a good demeanor, like a fairy. Pan Hao peeked at the girls through Yang Da's figure, and his heart and liver jumped. Grandpa! There are really fairies in Lianping Fairy Mountain!

Liu Ru is dressed in a secret demon god costume, holding a basket of flowers, heroic posture, and the bright color is soul-catching.

"Master, the expulsion of the Manchu Tartars is not without our share. ”

The practice of the Demon Sect is easy to get started, but it is difficult to achieve success, especially in the early stage, and the spirit is brave and progressive. In the past fourteen years, the seven daughters of Qin Huai have all entered the Tao one after another.

Hearing this, Pan Hao finally couldn't bear it anymore, ran out with his calves, and said, "I'm going too, I want to avenge my grandfather!"

Huang Baiyao grinned and said: "You milk doll, you women and children are not needed in the war now." ”

"Humph!" "Humph!"

I only heard a few cold snorts, Baiyao's neck was cold, his forehead hurt, his nose was numb, and he couldn't help but freeze on the spot.

It turned out that there was a piece of bamboo against his neck, and a hideous ghost was painted on it, which was very cruel and tyrannical, and it was the sword ghost talisman that Pang Xian gave to Gu Hengbo. There is a bowl of big flowers on his forehead, stacked on top of each other, magnificent, and Liu Ru is unwilling to be left behind. There was a red blood snake lying on his nose, the golden thread was enchanting and weird, this was Xiao Panhao's shot.

In addition, the waist, abdomen, and back, each execution point is covered with jasper knives, golden forks, and evil ghost thorns.

Seeing his son's predicament, Huang Zongxi not only did not feel angry, but smiled. This kid always brags about fighting side by side with Lord Yue, and his stinky fart appearance makes him very unhappy.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

The heavens and the earth suddenly roared with thousands of drums, and clouds and smoke rose from the earth. Looking around, the white expanse is boundless, and the clouds become the sea. Canglan Sihe, the peaks and mountains, all of them are not in the smoke, and there are no characters to see.

Look at the red sun in the sky, shining in all directions in the rippling clouds. It makes people hallucinate, as if the sky is below, and the universe is reversed. The waves are vast and magnificent.

"Click......"

The depths of the clouds and mist are as black as ink, and from time to time the lightning flashes wildly, and the silver snake is running wildly, as if the heavenly prince drives thunder and lightning, and the magic power is vast and boundless.

"This?" Huang Baiyao, Yang Da and the others were only shocked.

"Ahem!" Huang Zongxi woke up the gods, "You don't all have to fight, and you don't have to use your full skills, let me see how the magic of war is." ”

Qin Huai's seven daughters looked at the master with a pleading face.

Yinshu smiled gently, "Go ahead! ”

Pan Hao shrunk his little head and wanted to follow the ecstatic people to the bottom of the mountain.

Suddenly, a multicolored silk silk, like a practice, shot up, greeted him in the air, tied him up, and could no longer move.

Pang Xian carried Pan Hao to his side, "You are still young, and you will have the opportunity to fight and kill the enemy in the future." He shrunk into a ball of depression and wanted to cry.

The three of them came to the cliff and looked down.

At this time, the cloud and smoke industry has formed a formation, and the nine hundred poisonous smoke is like a colorful pillar, penetrating the sky and the earth, from top to bottom, shrouding the boundary of thousands of miles in a radius, and the clear smoke directly covers the eight desolations.

This is exactly the evil array that Pang Xian realized from the nameless bone book - the Fog Hidden Mountains and Rivers Array. The nameless ancient book is all-encompassing, covering the inheritance of the three great avenues, zombies, plagues, and celestial phenomena.

This formation is a great achievement, and Pang Xian condenses the Yanlan poisonous miasma and refines it into a nine-pole banner, which serves as the center of the Fog Hidden Mountains and Rivers Array. He also invited the immortals of Jinshixia to sacrifice and refine the ninety-nine eighty-one pole flags and place them in various spiritual veins in the boundary of Miaojiang.

Once prompted, clouds and smoke will rise for thousands of miles, and if you don't pass through the formation trend and break into a mess, you will definitely be confused. Coupled with the majestic wind and rain, thunder and lightning strikes, it can only become the object of wanton slaughter.

"Emperor Zhu Youlang of the Southern Ming Dynasty can't stay, at least not in our southern Xinjiang!" Huang Zongxi looked solemn.

Pang Xian was surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, it was unexpected and reasonable. After the edification of various ideologies in later generations, if you are still blindly loyal, then you should really consider choosing another merit to educate the people of southern Xinjiang.

"Don't worry, I've got it. (To be continued.) )