In the year of Renxu, in the month of Wushen, on the day of Dingsi, the Heavenly Gate opened! Although it closed in a moment, a few people in the spiritual world were still aware of its existence and the world behind the gap.
Fei Jingting looked at the sky and saw that the crack had been closed, and then he reluctantly withdrew his gaze. In just a short moment, Fei Jingting, who was already halfway to becoming an immortal, had a vague understanding of the heaven.
It seemed to be another dimension, and even the basic laws were completely different from the current world.
Fu Yunzhao quietly came to Fei Jingting's side, stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve, and said: "Brother Jingting, we don't need to be envious. Sooner or later, we will break through the gate of heaven and ascend to heaven."
Fei Jingting nodded and glanced at Fu Yunzhao. He saw that his face was as usual and there was no sign of drunkenness at all. Fei Jingting didn't take it seriously. After all, Fu Yunzhao's cultivation was on par with him, so he wouldn't get drunk with such a small amount of wine.
fall.
"Is that Taiji drunk by you?"
Fu Yunzhao said with a smile: "Tiezhu still tried to show off to me. Five kilograms of suffocating a donkey, and he only drank one and a half kilograms before he collapsed. I drank the rest."
"Iron pillar?"
Sarenqiqige next to him looked embarrassed. His father's name was Temulbagen. When translated into Chinese, wouldn't it mean Iron Pillar?
Fei Jingting was suddenly enlightened when he caught a glimpse of Sa Renqiqige's embarrassed expression. Therefore, some names cannot be studied carefully, especially not translated. Otherwise, the originally quite noble names will suddenly have a rustic flavor.
Just like New York, wouldn’t it translate to Xinxiang?
Another example is Phoenix, better known as Phoenix City, but isn't it actually Baoji?
What else is Pearl Harbor? Isn't it Bengbu? The hometown of rock and roll, SJZ... Greenland, the literal translation is Qingdao...
After retracting his thoughts, Fei Jingting coughed and stopped Fu Yunzhao from trying to explain: "Okay, I understand."
Fu Yunzhao glanced at Sa Renqiqige and Erbo, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Jingting, have you found any useful clues?"
"Well, Ebo said that group of people are shamans from Central Asia."
At this moment, Ebo suddenly said: "Friend, you'd better be more careful. It is said that those people's spells are granted by the gods, and they are very evil."
After fighting with those people before, Fei Jingting noticed that the magic was indeed somewhat evil. After thanking Ebo and Sa Renqiqige, Fei Jingting took Fu Yunzhao to find the motorcycle and continued walking eastward.
Sa Renqiqige rode a bay red horse to see each other off. Fu Yunzhao, who had already sat on the motorcycle, thought about it and flew down again. He touched Fei Jingting slightly, disappeared on the spot, and appeared again in a moment, holding his hand in his hand.
He stepped forward with the extra snack bag and handed it directly to Sa Renqiqige.
"Here, I'll give it to you, little girl."
Fu Yunzhao waved his hand, got on the motorcycle, started it, and drove Fei Jingting away in an instant.
Sa Renqiqige sat upright on the horse, holding the bag of snacks and was lost in thought. After a long time, he tore open the package and took out a piece of candy. The taste was sour and sweet, just like his mood at this moment.
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A horse was riding through the night, and the rider on the horse was shaky.
After crossing the altar at the foot of the mountain, we finally arrived in front of a tent. The knight immediately fell down, and the two guards raised their rifles and pointed them at the intruder.
"Stop, if you don't stop, we'll open fire!"
Saliho suppressed his physical discomfort and wailed: "High Priest, save...save me!"
The curtains of the tent moved automatically without wind, and the high priest Morgan, shrouded in black robes, suddenly appeared in front of him. The vertical lines between his eyebrows lit up with silver light, and Morgan said in surprise: "You have changed your body?"
"Yes... I met a formidable enemy, and everyone else died. I was afraid that those guys would catch up, so I gave up my body."
Morgan nodded, stretched out his right hand, silver light lit up in mid-air, and a staff appeared in his right hand.
The obscure mantra was recited, and the staff rotated around Saliho in circles, and a ray of silver light flew out from the vertical lines between his eyebrows. The silver light circled for a while and fell directly into Saliho's eyebrows.
Saliho screamed at the top of his lungs and trembled all over. After a long time, after the silver light on his body dissipated, Saliho gasped with relief, staggered up from the ground, and said: "Morgan, what I met
He is probably Song's only disciple."
"Sword Immortal?"
Saliho nodded and said: "Sword Immortal! And he can wield two flying swords. He is probably even more powerful than Song Weiwei. I think we'd better avoid him. That guy is definitely not easy to mess with."
"So what if you are more powerful? Can you compare to Erlik Khan? I just received the blessing of Erlik Khan."
Saliho was jealous in his heart, but he touched his chest respectfully and said, "Praise the Lord."
Morgan turned around and looked at the sky above, and then said: "But you are right, it is still important. After Komul Khan is resurrected, we can go back and settle the score with the sword fairy."
Without the orders of High Priest Morgan, the surrounding guards took action. Within a moment, they dismantled the tents and set them up on the carriage, and then a group of more than 20 riders quickly headed north towards Daqing Mountain.
After traveling for dozens of miles, the group of people suddenly slowed down. Under the moonlight, two figures, one tall and one short, were slowly walking towards this side on the edge of the desert sea.
"Crossing the vast sea on foot? I'm afraid this man has some skills, Welby!" High Priest Morgan greeted, the head guard whistled, and more than ten riders dispersed and surrounded the two men.
Wei Shentong looked at the dozen riders surrounding him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately snorted coldly. He paused briefly, and the figure wearing a bamboo hat stood in front of him.
At this moment, Welby, who was on horseback, took off his rifle, took aim slightly, and fired in this direction.
Bang~
Welby's marksmanship was superb. The first bullet hit the bucket man's chest, but it made a clanging sound. The bullet hit the flesh and fell to the ground.
Wei Shentong immediately became angry: "Use a gun? You don't respect martial ethics!" He changed the magic formula in his hand and shouted: "Quick!"
The man in the hat roared, took a step, and disappeared instantly.
When the dozen or so guards saw the man in the hat dragging his shadow towards them in the moonlight, Welby shouted, and five or six of them immediately dismounted and started fighting with the man in the hat.
After only a moment of fighting, a scimitar struck the bamboo hat, and the bamboo hat covering the curtain broke, revealing a face covered with a silver mask.
The guard drew his knife and was about to kill again. The silver-faced man's hands were like lightning, and his claws were like hooks. He grabbed the guard's shoulders and pulled with a little force. The guard screamed, and with a hissing sound, the blood mist dispersed.
The guard was torn in half.
Morgan, who was sitting at the back, snorted coldly and reached out to grab the silver-faced man. There seemed to be a transparent giant hand in the air, tearing at the silver-faced man. The silver-faced man paused for a moment, roared, and broke open.
The guards surrounded him and rushed towards Morgan.
"Soulless...dead thing?"
Morgan frowned. Compared with the shamans from the grasslands and the Northeast, these shamans scattered near the Caspian Sea have lost their inheritance more completely. The techniques taught by Erlik Khan directly act on the soul.
Dealing with dead objects seems a bit troublesome.
During this brief period of shock, two more guards were torn into pieces by the dead thing. They were invulnerable and soulless, and they were simply killing machines.
Morgan recited a spell, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows lit up, and then countless silver threads emerged from the vertical lines. The threads spanned a distance of dozens of meters and wrapped directly around the silver-faced man.
The silver-faced man roared, raised his claws and pulled randomly. One thread broke, causing more threads to wrap around.
Afterwards, Wei Shentong took a breath of air when he saw it. The silver-faced man wearing a bamboo hat was the ancient corpse he excavated from the Madashan ancient tomb... Yes, it was the corpse of the alchemist named Aragaki Ping.
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Niiguan Ping's corpse was placed in the sarcophagus. Due to the collapse of the tomb, its layout of more than a thousand years was broken. It was then excavated by Wei Shentong and refined continuously for two years, and was finally made into a silver-armored corpse.
This silver-armored corpse is flexible, no longer as stiff as the iron-armored corpse, and it also has a little intelligence. After refining, Wei Shentong crossed from Xing'an Mountains to Mobei, and then went all the way south. He originally wanted to try his skills and find Fei Jingting.
trouble.
Who would have thought that as soon as they left the house, they would encounter a tough situation. The group of people in front of them had no idea where they came from. The physical fitness of those ordinary guards was terrifying, and they were probably no better than armored corpses.
The black-robed man hiding behind him had a strange spell, and Wei Shentong was stunned for a moment and couldn't figure out what it was about.
Wei Shentong is an experienced person, and most of his abilities are focused on refining corpses. The rest of his skills are just ordinary. He is about to be restrained by someone when he sees a silver-armored corpse. How can he dare to entangle him?
Immediately, he made a magic spell and said "quick", and the silver-armored corpse broke through the silver wires and flew away. Then, carrying the Wei Shentong on his shoulders, he turned around and ran away towards the east.
Three of his companions died. Welby called for men to give chase, but was stopped by Morgan.
"Forget it, big things are important."
A shadow cast over Morgan's heart. After detouring from Mobei, he encountered strong opponents one after another as soon as he arrived in Monan. The descendants of the Sword Immortal killed two priests and four guards, and the guy who manipulated dead objects just now killed three more.
Name of the guard.
From now on, Morgan no longer dares to underestimate the Chinese practitioners, for fear of attracting more powerful people, he will kill them directly.
The group of people buried their dead companions and continued to march towards the depths of the vast sea. Little did they know that as soon as they left, a short figure appeared near the altar.
In front of the altar under the moonlit night, mosquitoes and flies were dancing wildly, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of Wei Jiang. The mosquitoes and flies were afraid that they would be unable to escape if they touched it, and fled in all directions.
She looked around, looking at the three pillars standing next to the altar, and then looked up at the sky.
"Collect Yin evil spirits, harvest living souls... It seems that there is a restless guy in the spiritual world."
Just talking to himself, Wei Jiang became slightly confused. Spiritual world? Shouldn't it be heaven, heaven?
She was dazed for a while, and then a sealed memory came to her mind. Wei Jiang's confusion disappeared and he suddenly said: "I see... but why is it so?"