"The Patriarch of Sanqing is here, Grandmaster Sanmao has returned to this world, the magic talisman orders you, Changchuan obeys. Anyone who dares to violate it will not be tolerated by the thunder axe. It is urgent like a law, forgive me!"
In the sky, black clouds filled the sky, and the heavy rain suddenly stopped. But as early as the crack appeared in the sky, a trembling and calm voice suddenly reached my ears, which could not tell the difference between north, south, west, and east.
This mantra contains the most powerful and domineering mantra in heaven and earth. My heart skipped a beat and I stretched out my hand, and the flower obediently obeyed my call and flew into the locust wood tablet on my chest.
Just as I was clutching my chest tightly, the crack in the sky was instantly expanded by a golden fork-shaped lightning, and connected into one piece. Then the luck went up to Jiutian, and the dense power grid stretched the entire sky into a starry sky.
It was bright and clear, all the twilight was swept away at once, and the whole world showed a ferocious bright color, just like day.
That kind of brightness allowed me to see the expressions of everyone present at that moment, whether they were surprised, surprised, dumbfounded, or excited, but most of all, they were filled with deep fear.
The power of heaven and earth is beyond the reach of human beings, so the way of nature has always been the supreme road. The gaze flowed only for a moment, and in the next second, the forty or fifty thunder and lightning in the dense power grid had already condensed into one
The spiral-shaped thick and long electric light, according to someone's intention, pointed towards the sky with both hands, showing Yang Zhixiu in the shape of a lightning rod, and fell vertically.
Rumble! Rumble——
Almost the entire world was compressed at that moment, and suddenly a huge thunder burst in my ears, resounding throughout the world. At that moment, my cerebellum was unbalanced, and I was so shocked that I fell to the ground without knowing it.
He was also trembling, the ground was trembling, the hairs all over his body were standing straight up, as if he had taken Viagra, and his whole body was stiff and numb.
I felt that my whole mind was buzzing, the sound was uncomfortable, and the next second, a brilliant and dazzling light appeared out of thin air from where Yang Zhixiu stood, and a white light suddenly appeared in my eyes. Even if I closed my eyes subconsciously,
Unable to stop this intrusion of light, my eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.
Even though I was wet with tears, I was still so uncomfortable that I couldn't help rolling in the mud and roaring, as if I was subconsciously trying to avoid the thunder and lightning falling above my head.
After rolling for more than ten seconds, my consciousness finally began to come back to me. I felt that the stagnant light on my retina was beginning to dim. Then I managed to open my eyes, looked around with tears in my eyes, and then looked towards Yang Zhixiu.
Go - I saw a person, a human-shaped figure whose whole body was pitch black and charred. The clothes on his body had been decomposed by the voltage for a moment. The whole person seemed to have frozen on the ground and turned into a charcoal-black statue.
Only the wisps of green smoke coming out showed that this person still had life before and was hot out of the furnace.
Is Yang Zhixiu dead?
I reluctantly stood up, ecstatic, and took a deep breath of the ion-rich air after the thunder and lightning. I felt that the entire Qi field was shattered into pieces by the shocking thunder and lightning. I looked at the falling objects above my head.
The raindrops are falling, and I am still afraid in my heart. Is this the master's secret technique that Maoshan uses to suppress the bottom of the box? Is it the real magic sword to draw thunder?
With such power, even with the help of Lei Yutian, the pirated technology that Zamao Xiaodao had figured out from the thunder talisman before was just scum compared to it, right?
I subconsciously looked at Zamao Xiaodao, who was standing proudly in the field, and saw that this guy was actually not having a good time. Although he could barely stand, his calves were shaking all the time. It was obvious that he was overdrawn, and he was frightened by his own methods.
However, this guy is considered a high-end master in the world of pretending to be a boy. Even here, he does not lose his status. His face is solemnly looking ahead, without saying a word. The light shines on his thin side face, and his lips are pressed tightly together, making him
That cold and resolute side was fully revealed, and the little princess Fang Yi of Ciyuan Pavilion, lying in the mire a few meters away from me, had a look of nymphomaniac, her eyes narrowed into a line, and she murmured in her mouth:
"So handsome, so handsome..."
This person was not the only one to praise him. Apart from Zamao Xiaodao, the only person standing in the field was Huang Chenqujun, one of the top ten masters of the righteous path in the world. The ugly old man looked at the proudly standing Zamao Xiaodao in shock, and said:
I couldn't help but say: "Oh my god, is this Maoshan's magic sword that attracts thunder? Who are you, and what does Tao Jinhong have to do with you?"
After all, the one-word sword is still a senior in Jianghu. When asked by the elders, Zamao Xiaodao finally took back his thoughts and replied: "Tao Jinhong is my mentor, Xiao Keming, a disciple of Maoshan sect, pays homage to Senior Huang!"
"Xiao Keming? Xiao...Keming," Mr. Huang Chenqu read slowly in his mouth, and suddenly remembered: "The young master who has recently become famous has a side secret, and the Thunder Punishment Flying Sword in the left side is you.
Right?"
Xiao Keming looked embarrassed and said I didn't know when this statement was made.
At this time, I also walked up to me, raised my hands and said hello to Yizijian, saying that junior Lu Zuo would like to meet senior Huang. Yizijian saw me covered in mud, looked at the scars on my face, nodded, and said
Jiao Bu Li Meng, Meng Bu Li Jiao, you are Lu Zuo, the weirdo with the scar.
In my mind, I was scolding the idle guy who gave me a random nickname, and at the same time I had to accept it and said unwillingly: "Why can't this man of the world not give me a nickname? I don't know who gave it to him.
The name I chose is true because I have scars, and I recognize it, but this weirdo... no matter how you sound, it sounds like a small character in a TV series who is going to die in a few episodes..."
The Yizijian heard what I said was interesting, and he also smiled slightly, saying that this Jianghu man is easy to call, for example, my Yizijian, when I first learned how to use the flying sword, it was always straight.
He went straight and couldn't turn, so he was laughed at and talked about. I was angry at the time, but now I think about it, it's just a name.
There are rumors in the world that this word sword may have been caused by killing too many pigs when he was young. He was full of murderous intent and was a cold-faced person, but he never wanted to smile at us. It must also be related to Zamao Xiaodao's move to attract thunder just now. In such a situation
In the face of strength, pretending to be cool is not as effective as communicating on an equal footing, so he is as amiable as my junior high school math teacher when I was a child.
What kind of person has what kind of circle? Sometimes you think he is superior, but in fact, there is no difference between him and ordinary people.
The three of them exchanged a few words without daring to say more, and then walked towards the charred corpse in the quiet stand.
Within a three-meter radius of the corpse, the land was scorched black. When you stepped on it, it was as solid as a rock. The corpse was still emitting green smoke, exuding a strange smell of meat and burnt smell, which made people feel the sour water in their stomachs.
I couldn't help but writhing, wanting to spit out something to feel better. But when the three of us circled the corpse, Yizijian said solemnly: "This... I'm afraid it's not Yang Zhixiu, right?"
Indeed, as Yizijian said, the face and skin of the charcoal corpse standing in front of us were shattered by the powerful thunder and lightning. It was a black mass, and the facial features on the face were all melted together.
The person has also shrunk by dozens of centimeters, but no matter how you look, you can't tell that this is Yang Zhixiu who terrified us all to the extreme.
Yang Zhixiu, a great hero of a generation, died so easily?
Even we ourselves couldn't believe it. I tried to find more evidence to confirm that the charred corpse was Yang Zhixiu. However, after searching around, I couldn't find the Erlang Transformation God that he took from the Wang family in Guanjiangkou.
stick.
Yang Zhixiu did not know whether he was alive or dead. This discovery made us a little depressed, but others did not know it. The young master of Ciyuan Pavilion and his sister gathered around and greeted Yizijian respectfully. They all called him Uncle Huang, and at this time Yizijian also had
He showed some airs as an elder, nodded slightly, and said that you were lost, and your father asked me to come find you. Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise I would not have the face to see my old friend.
Fang Yi's bright eyes scanned the surroundings, and finally landed on Zamao Xiaodao's face, and said with admiration: "We are also grateful to Brother Xiao today, otherwise we would have been harmed by that evil man named Yang.
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Yizijian nodded and said that it was indeed the case. If little friend Ke Ming hadn't taken action this time and used Maoshan's secret skills to trigger thunder, even I wouldn't have been able to escape death.
Zamao Xiaodao hurriedly humbly said that everyone praised you very much. If not for everyone's concerted efforts, where would I have had the time to trigger the curse? There is no need to mention this matter, everyone should do their duty. Hearing Zamao Xiaodao's humble words,
Several people even praised him highly. Yizijian looked at Zamao Xiaodao and said that he was the best candidate for his moral cultivation. It seems that Maoshan's prosperous destiny can continue for another hundred years.
These people were carrying each other on sedan chairs, while my attention was focused on the lake mud dragon next to me.
This ancient relic was already dead, and its head was torn apart angrily by Yang Zhixiu. However, what completely annihilated its vitality was the thunder caused by the Zamao Trail just now. Although the spiral thunder just struck by the Zamao Trail was directed vertically.
Yang Zhixiu left, but the whole body of the lake mud dragon was also completely charred black, and all the scales were reversed, revealing seven-year-old flesh inside.
This earth dragon belongs to the insect family, with a hollow abdominal cavity, but the flesh on the surface is also thick, which looks quite attractive. Looking at this scene, I have some doubts in my heart. The vitality of this lake mud dragon is extremely strong, otherwise it would not be able to survive.
It has been around for such a long time, and it is said that it can control fire. How come most of the sky thunder that struck Yang Zhixiu fell on it?
Seeing my solemn expression, Zamao Xiaodao came over to take a look, and also fell into deep thought.
However, when the one-word sword saw this earth dragon, he was filled with joy. He used the green stone dagger to cut his jaw open and took out a bunch of grape-like beads. There were about ten of them, colorful and colorful.
Covered in mucus, it looks extremely disgusting, but there is a fragrant smell. Yizijian introduced to us: "This lake mud dragon that has lived for countless years is full of treasures. The biggest advantage is that it holds this string of beads.
, is the source of its strength, red is fire, which improves resistance, yellow is soil, which strengthens physical fitness, and white is water, which can familiarize with water and prevent it from sinking in water - Friend Keming, you have made the greatest contribution in this battle, and it is up to you