Chapter Seventy-Nine

"Be leisurely, be slow, be very smart and use five points, and leave five points for future generations.

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The old wine head, the lord of Ganqi Mountain, this old man who cultivated a national teacher for Xiao Wu Guo, left a way to live, and was in charge of the luck of Xiao Wu Guo for three hundred years, will always remember the master who handed over the corpse washing concept to him inexplicably, and often recited this sentence.

The words are not rough, the reason is not rough, but there are a few people who really understand.

The blood of the god of war who has been enshrined for thousands of years has been given to the young monk of Baopu Mountain, who has largely broken the balance between the two dynasties of Nanzhan Buzhou, for the purpose of breaking the realm, and the old wine head did not hesitate at all, this is what the master said is five points of wisdom.

Ganqi Mountain is where the national fortune of Xiao Wu is located, and now the luck is gone, and the monk Hug Pushan borrowed three points, and the descendants of Nuwa borrowed a few points.

The old wine head did not expect it before, and it can only be said that it is providential.

Where the country is, where the national fortune is, the country of Xiao Wu has existed in name only.

Very clever with five points, leave five points for posterity.

In the last five minutes, the old wine head did not dare to make the decision for Xiao Wuguo, but the sky made the decision for him.

Providence is like this, what more can the husband ask for.

Why?

The Zhongzhou continent is divided and divided, and it is like an endless reincarnation.

The general trend of the world, the wheel of history, no one can stop it, if you don't follow the trend, there will be no bones left that will be crushed.

If Xiao Wu Guo thinks that with the luck of Ganqi Mountain, Xuefeng Mountain is dangerous, and it can prevent hundreds of thousands of dragon riders from Southern Chu from going north, it will be a big joke.

The Qiu family of the Suzaku Dynasty of Nanzhan Buzhou played against the Southern Chu Dynasty, and the young monks and descendants of Nuwa of Baopu Mountain, who were born in response to the proverb 'Hug Pu Dang Xing, Xing in Vermilion Bird', are the two winning points.

At present, the Qiu family of the Vermilion Bird Dynasty seems to have lost everything, but in fact, there is no fixed number.

Whether you can slay the dragon at the last moment, the key point is on the dry fish.

Tens of thousands of dragoons of the Southern Chu Dynasty were probably on the back side of Xuefeng Mountain, waiting for the young monk and the lord of the Heavenly Replenishing Heaven.

If the young monk single-handedly slaughtered the drought at the foot of the Snow Peak Mountain, the Suzaku Dynasty would inevitably lose the first move.

If the drought fish, who is the best at killing Yuan babies in Jindan, succeeds in strangling this sprout in the cradle, the Southern Chu Dynasty and the Suzaku Qiu family will return to the starting line.

The first floor, which is also one of the two true systems of Nanzhan Buzhou, is on the side of the Suzaku Dynasty, and no matter how angry Pushan is, the Suzaku Qiu family will not be helpless.

The puppet is angry, the blood is splashed three feet, the king is angry, and the immortal family is angry.

I am afraid that it will destroy the city and destroy the country.

The old wine head didn't even dare to send 60,000 heavy cavalry of Xiao Wu to escort the monk of Baopu Mountain across Xuefeng Mountain.

The anger on the first floor is not something that Xiao Wu Guo can bear.

......

After the thirty-six heavenly thunderbolts fell, the clouds on the top of Ganqi Mountain gradually dispersed.

The clouds and rain stopped.

The sky is open, the sun is bright.

The tens of thousands of corps of the Xiao Wu Kingdom that were dormant in the criss-crossing tunnels in the belly of Ganqi Mountain were dormant again.

Xu Xiaoxian carried the stone shield and slowly floated down from the air.

The hundreds of pairs of twin little Taoist priests who were prostrate under the three-point momentum of the God of War Punishment Heaven Statue were closely related to the God of War Punishment Heaven statue in the nine-story main hall, one was prosperous and the other was lost, and at present, they didn't feel any God of War momentum in the corpse washing view.

No matter how stupid you are, you know that it has something to do with the young monk walking down from the sky and the thin girl with a glow on her head.

For a while, negative emotions filled the entire corpse washing square, and the old wine head stomped his feet to disperse these little Taoist priests.

The old wine head, who no longer had green hair, looked at Xu Xiaoxian who was floating on the ground, his heart was mixed, he reached out to touch the wine gourd on his waist, and suddenly felt that the wine would be intoxicating.

The young monk who had stepped into the little immortal life from the Tiling Primal Realm, looked at the Lord of Ganqi Mountain in front of him, who had turned white in the blink of an eye, and seemed to be hundreds of years old, frowned and said softly: "Why did you suddenly turn white?"

At that moment, the old wine head suddenly stretched his eyebrows, grabbed the wine gourd on his waist, poured a sip of old wine, and said with a mouthful of wine:

"Brother Xu, my brother is old, and he is not white-headed, but he is old and fine. You see that this corpse washing view is old, and I am not old, but I am afraid that I will have to be trapped here until I die.

This person, while his legs and feet are still flexible, he has to go out for a walk, and he doesn't dare to say that he can see the world, and it's good to meet his old friends.

Brother Xu, do you think that's the reason?"

Xu Xiaoxian didn't speak, his heart was like stopping water, after all, there was a trace of waves, he looked at the main hall full of devastated corpses, put down the stone shield with extremely complex inscriptions in his hand, bowed and saluted, and turned around to go down the mountain.

The silver-haired old wine man followed in unison, and no one spoke again.

The sun gradually set in the west, and the young monk had already walked out of Ganqi Mountain, looked back at the old wine head who had been following, and said with a smile: "Don't send it to the old brother, if I go to Xuefeng Mountain, no matter how bad King Wu is, he will be a king with a different surname." If I can't get out of Xuefeng Mountain, the Lord of Mending Heaven can also have the final say. ”

The silver-haired old man smiled, looked at the young monk who had turned to leave, and called out softly:

"Xu Gongzi. ”

The young monk did not stop, nor did he look back.

The old man, who has been fighting against the Southern Chu Dragon Rider for the sake of Xiao Wu, has been like a day for hundreds of years, straightening his body, and his old tears are all over the place.

A big brother.

A sound of Xu Gongzi.

Indescribable, friendship.

Exhaust.

In other words, it may be an ethereal promise.

......

Nuwa Butian stood in the clouds, looked at the headless God of War Xingtian statue rushing over, pursed her lips, pointed to the Shadow Pearl Mountain, which winds for hundreds of miles, and chuckled:

"You split it with an axe. Seek your head, count it in. Looking for the stone statue of Nuwa Yuanshen, that is the girl's.

We take what we need, and we don't owe each other. Understandable. This girl is a well-read person, and she can't do anything to force the head of the ox to drink water.

If you agree, then do it, if you don't agree, then turn around and go back to Ganqishan, and leave a back for this girl.

This girl will not complain. ”

The headless God of War Punishment statue shook its axe strangely, as if nodding.

Nuwa mended the sky and laughed, a touch of cunning flashed between her very good-looking eyebrows, and she pouted: "Agreed, then start work, don't be verbose!"

The headless statue of the god of war is stepping on the clouds, holding an axe in one hand, bending his legs to make a charge, and his body is bent and bowed, jumping down from the clouds.

There is no momentum at all.

Nuwa Butian looked at the clumsy Xingtian statue and jumped down from the sky, without overwhelming momentum, frowning, her eyes were playful, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Before the thin girl could blink, she heard a loud and deafening noise, accompanied by a swaying wind rising into the sky.

In the eye, the stones fly and the sand fly, and the dust flies, like ten thousand horses galloping across the mountain gorge.

I don't know how long it took.

Wait for the sight to be empty again.

The Shadow Pearl Mountain, which winds for three hundred miles, was unexpectedly broken by the headless God of War Punishment Heaven statue, a seemingly inconspicuous axe.

Nuwa smiled sweetly, and the colorful light above her head became more and more brilliant.

In the belly of the split Shadow Pearl Mountain, there was a ball of colorful fireflies, echoing the brilliance above her head, echoing from afar, and it actually rushed to the water.

The thin girl grinned, "The second one!"