Unfortunately, the woman on the other side didn't know what the ordinary yellow cloth-like thing in my hand was, but she was so angry at my words that she laughed out of tears. Flash Dance

"You said you were afraid of death, so you let me die?"

The paleness after too much female blood adds a color, sad and cold, like a mourning soul at the end of the road.

"And do you want to?" I asked without explaining or telling her about the madness I was going to do.

The Taiping Yellow Turban, ranked twenty-fifth among the forty-nine innate pure yang magic weapons, and it was right in the middle. Since the opening of heaven and earth 100,000 years ago, he has been hiding among the people, circulating among the lowest and most despicable slaves and savage lowly dead apostles, and tossing and turning among those mourning people who have no meaning of life and just want to die, provoking rebellions again and again. The heavens and the earth gave the monks as much NBN, and the yellow turban as much as the wild power of the angry people who had been trampled into the depths of the mud and the whole world had corrupted the darkness.

If one person is wrapped in a yellow scarf, it is mourning grass.

Ten people are wrapped in yellow scarves, and the leaves are falling.

Hundreds of people were wrapped in yellow scarves, brittle as withered branches.

Thousands of people were wrapped in yellow scarves, and they collapsed like sand banks.

Ten thousand people were wrapped in yellow scarves, and the dry water entered the yellow sand.

Hundreds of millions of people are wrapped in yellow scarves and light up in the dark.

Trillions of people are wrapped in yellow scarves, and the morning light is bright in the east.

Billions of people are wrapped in yellow scarves, and the color of the universe is changed.

Every time, it grows tenaciously like moss lichen slowly from the weakest place, and it always multiplies violently like a virus, destroying all the towns, sects, territories, and caves it passes through Every time, countless terrifying man-eating demons are born from those lonely mortal people like dust, killing the white clouds of the fairy peak spiritual land, killing the luxurious palace painted by Zhu Liang, and killing the poetic fairy cave.

The fierce yellow scarf, like the ugliest paintbrush, is smeared in the mountains and rivers of the fairy wind bones. The Huanghuang Yellow Turban Thief, like the most despicable thief, can't kill it all.

Even if all those untouchables are executed, even if all those ingredients are released, even if all those "grass people" are driven out of the beast garden, even if all the children of the sect who are wanton and wanton are punished, they will never be able to stop the flood of the yellow turban tide. It is necessary to wait until the catastrophe of heaven and earth descends and the heaven and earth collapse, and then it will be slaughtered and surrendered by the extremely powerful hermit monks.

That is, 30,000 years ago, Confucius turned into a Tao and left a heroic righteousness in this world. Then Confucianism rose, changed the laws of the Xiuzhen realm, changed customs, and stopped the madness of the Taiping Yellow Turban.

And this catastrophe has not appeared for nearly 10,000 years. No one thought that it had been hidden in the hands of Chen Ang Chen all along, and then he had lost it to me after playing with and testing on how many absurd and weird ideas he didn't know.

And I, casually threw it out.

"Why don't I want to? It's rare that you didn't kill me, eat me, so that I can lie down and look at the stars now, why don't I?"

The woman laughed stupidly.

The blood flowed too much, the vitality was lost ruthlessly, and the injuries were serious, and she couldn't suppress the demon marks on her body now. Scales, fins, spines, fangs, fish, and fishy are revealed little by little.

"Am I ugly? Am I no longer worthy of your mercy? Do you want to kill me now? Do you regret that you didn't eat my fishtail just now? Do you want to taste it now?"

I covered my face, and the bruises on my forehead were a little throbbing.

"Knock"

Go to Nima's.

If you want it, you don't want it, you don't want it, you're already dying, and it's such nonsense.

I stunned the woman with a punch, and with a shake of my hand, I wrapped the yellow scarf around her head.

Sure enough, the Pure Yang Magic Weapon is the Pure Yang Magic Weapon. Just wrapped up, I immediately figured out everything about this woman, understood everything about her past, knew her end and present, and knew her cruel future.

A delicious fish marked on the menu escaped on the way from the fish pond to the kitchen, and the two servants who delivered the fish were killed. The most undesirable thing is to have the courage to destroy the real value of the delicacy on one's body.

In this way, if you don't go to the canonical punishment and don't use the most cruel means to deal with it, how can you save your own face, and how can you deter those guys below?

There are 100,000 Taiping documents, bringing together the pioneering works of countless geniuses who have died wearing yellow scarves in the past 100,000 years, and nearly 30,000 are branded with a strong Fangshan Chen Ang, and the latest 300 are my handwriting.

The previous world, the world of no demons, low martial arts, high technology, and equal physical bodies, the violent rule of power and bloodline capital, and the eternal wealth behind all kinds of myths and lies will always be destroyed by ordinary mortals, and there will always be some arrogant people who really go to smash those high-sounding mirrors.

So I used the red hammers of Ma, En, Lie, Si, and Mao, which were reconstructed by the golden fingers in my memory, to knock out a few books with the characteristics of this world.

Capital treats the productive forces, producers, and relations of production in the world of Reiki cultivation

Analysis of social classes in the Xiuzhen world

On the protracted war, the victory of the common people war in the world

On the united front, the great alliance at the bottom of the world

Steel and order are the only way to degenerate into demons

Absurd words, shattered skies, brain holes sticking out of the sky, meaningless instigations, unimaginable bloody roads of redemption, incalculable sacrifices, wars that do not see the dawn of victory.

However, I believe that what I have brought to this world must be a very ruthless and ruthless sword.

I dropped a seed, buried all my wild imagination as fertilizer, and waited for it to die or grow into a monster.

"I seem to be asleep. I think I had a strange dream. Really, even if I will be killed and eaten this time, I am ready to escape, how can I dream of being killed by a big fat cat?"

Lu Chun woke up from his sleep, patted his face, and enjoyed himself first.

It's just that the smile is a little stiff.

The water mirror that was waved out was bigger, more real, and more vaguely functional than before, but what was the yellow bandana on his head in the water mirror?

In the next second, all the memories were activated, and endless memory fragments rushed in like a flood.

On the ground, a woman trembled like an electrocution like a dead fish, and a few green smoke flowed out of her facial features. The bubbling aura tide washed away all the meridians and all the tricks of the woman, rushed away the original red blood aura, and broke away the "cage" that the cultivated aura spontaneously formed, and smashed open many, many channels that were unimaginable before.

A magnificent world, a dream that a woman has been longing for in her heart but can only hide in the deepest sea of consciousness that even she can't know, a peaceful document that is called and responded to by this sad heart, a new system of Dao spells, a new path.

Taiping Clerk Sword Chapter 3001 The World Taiping Sword

A ball of cyan aura flowed out of the woman's hand, a sharp edge gradually took shape, and a determination was finally determined.

Suddenly, there was more crazy wind, more snow, more obsessive light, and more brilliant thunder in this cave.

Then, a rainbow of colorful swords rose from the ground and streaked across the sky.

Only one woman dipped her last tears left a line of Nüshu on the stone wall of the cave:

"Chen Yishui, don't die in front of me, wait for me, wait for me, wait for me to kill you!"

Where am I?

I was in the shallow sea, swimming slowly. 11

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