The desolate man Zhang Mo fell to the ground with his face pressed against the pigweed growing in front of the vending machine, not daring to raise his head.
He hid in the mountains to avoid being pursued by the black and white gangs of Nan Qifu. One day while hunting, he accidentally discovered Li Daidi who was killing a moose with a spear, and this unusual gray iron box.
In less than two months, the mysterious being in the gray iron box trained a short and thin female doll to become one of the few innate masters in the world. Her martial arts skills are so powerful that she can even fight a master monster like two blue-eyed white foxes head-on.
The century-old monster of law.
In less than two months... you must know that even his great enemy, the famous Dragon King of Heihe, only broke through to the innate realm after he was fifty years old.
Zhang Mo has long passed his thirties, and his qualifications are above average. After he left the army, he wandered around the wilderness, fighting with various monsters and strong men. He was fierce and diligent in actual combat, and had many adventures. However, at the age of thirty-five, he was just
It’s worthy of entering the eighth level of the day after tomorrow.
At the eighth level of the day after tomorrow, he knew that his potential had been exhausted, and he suffered a lot of internal injuries during the more than five months of running away. Now his meridians are withered, and the way forward is dead.
If you want to survive and take revenge on the Black River Dragon King, you have to do it unless God favors you.
Maybe God is taking pity on me when I stumble upon this opportunity in the deep mountains.
After Zhang Mo said "Senior, please have mercy", he knelt on the ground motionless, his heart beating violently, and he anxiously waited for the response from the mysterious being in the gray iron box.
He usually peeked from a distance, unable to see clearly the specific scene of the gray iron box and not daring to approach it rashly. He could only see a blurry figure in the square round water mirror instructing the female doll to practice martial arts and hunt.
Just now he took a startling glance, and saw that the mysterious man in the round light mirror of the gray iron box was covered with black cloth. The bones under the black cloth were protruding ferociously and did not look like a human being. His wild and evil aura was unexplainable, like a wild and ferocious beast, which was breathtaking.
Just a brief glance can make one's scalp tingle and one's heart tremble with fear.
When he discovered that the black-faced little girl began to offer a large amount of blood food to the mysterious being in the gray iron box, he understood that this master was definitely not a kind person, but he no longer cared about that much.
I don’t know whether this opportunity encountered in the deep mountains is a blessing or a curse.
Master, Awan, Xiaokun... your spirits in heaven will bless me. I will definitely practice martial arts and kill all those beasts in Dragon King Shuiwu to avenge you. Even if I fall into the devil's path and commit all kinds of bad karma, I will fall into the eighteenth century after Zhang Mo's death.
You will never be reincarnated in hell and have no regrets!
Liang De stretched out his soul tentacles that were mixed with gray and black nature, and connected the white-fronted tiger with its limbs tied to the coin slot of the vending machine.
This person must have seen his brother put food into the vending machine, so he cannot be left alone.
Weird wind music mixed with Siamese and ancient Roman styles sounded, and the prelude of "Chivalry" sounded to Zhang Mo's ears like a soul-stirring demonic sound, as if it contained terrifying thoughts that swallowed up everything in the universe.
The white-fronted tiger let out a shrill scream and was entangled by countless gray-black tentacles and sucked into the coin slot.
This poor white-fronted big cat was knocked unconscious by Liang De and thrown into a hole. He planned to study it when he had time and eat it first.
Then Liang De flicked his tongue wildly under the black cloth and made a disgusting eating sound. This was the same as the Yuanshen tentacles that were completely unnecessary. It was a special effect he used to create an atmosphere.
Liang De racked his brains and repeated some powerful onomatopoeia in the form of wild laughter. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and asked Bai Hekong to redeem a character song for him. After the song was transferred, he used the automatic vending machine
The built-in speaker of Extension 1 of the cargo plane played it.
The Supreme Ten Thousand Demons, Only the Finger of Heaven... When the mysterious and powerful character song of Ten Thousand Demons 0 Finger played, Liang De's lines for the show had also been pieced together.
The mysterious man whose body was covered with black cloth stopped laughing wildly, and an old and hoarse evil voice came from the gray iron box:
"Kowtow in front of the devil for three thousand years, and look back on the mortal world and not become an immortal. Huang Liang dreams of the emperor's career, which is immoral, morally disrespectful and disrespectful to heaven!
Jie, Jie, Jie, junior, if you want my Demon Emperor Liang De to pity you, how can you, a loser, be worthy of my pity?"
Zhang Mo raised his head when he heard the words. He knew that every word spoken at this time would determine his fate. He took a deep breath and his chest rose and fell a few times before he spoke:
"The younger generation knows that his martial arts skills are low. In the eyes of the older generation, the acquired eighth level is nothing but rotten grass and fluorescent light, not worth mentioning. However, the younger generation has been in the world for more than 20 years. He has been everywhere in the world, including famous and upright sects, evil sects, and three sects and nine schools.
I dare to say that I know a little bit about it.
The young lady has achieved magical skills, but after all, she is still young and does not know the dirty tricks. There may be something wrong with her in the world... This junior is willing to be the lackey of the senior in this life, riding the horse and horse for the young lady. Even if it means going through fire and water, the junior will not give up.
I just ask my senior to teach me martial arts and help me avenge myself!"
"Revenge, even to death?
Oh, that’s interesting, junior, I’ll take a look for myself to see what kind of blood feud you have.”
Liang De stretched out several gray-black Yuan Shen tentacles and inserted them into the temples of the big man on the ground. After nearly two months of teaching and use, his proficiency in the two-phase mind communication method increased sharply. He could use it from a distance by probing out the Yuan Shen tentacles without having to suffer.
The surgeon comes into contact with the vending machine.
The two-phase communication is a method of teaching and imparting knowledge when used properly, and a method of soul-searching when used incorrectly.
As long as you are familiar with the principles of martial arts and are not afraid of playing to death, developing new applications based on mature magical skills is just a basic operation. Of course, it is also common for bold developers to accidentally play themselves to death.
Mr. Liang, a novice martial arts engineer, shot his head four or five times during the development period before he was basically successful. He successfully created this soul-searching method that will never cause a headshot, and will definitely cause a headshot within one to three hours after searching.
Practical tips for the mind.
Liang Gong has no plans to continue to improve this practical skill for the time being. It is just a bug that has grown out of my head. It is not a big bug. I will talk about it in the future when a test engineer will write a last message to report the problem :).
Liang De flipped through the memories and thoughts of the big man on the ground. As he watched, he couldn't help but sympathize with this down-and-out man named Zhang Mo.
This man is an orphan who was adopted by the owner of Feiwei Martial Arts School in Chengde Mansion since he was a child.
The owner of the hall not only raised him and taught him martial arts, but also entrusted him with his daughter and the family's heirloom Feiweijuan.
Zhang Mo had just broken through to the acquired realm at that time (according to Liang De's understanding, the total amount of extraordinary power was less than 50 standard units, and the amount of breath returned per second was less than 1 unit), and he could only be considered a first-rate figure in the world.
He has a strong personality. Although he and his junior sister, who is more than ten years younger than him, grew up together and were in love with each other. They are both proficient in martial arts and archery and are the first among the second-generation disciples of Feiwei Hall. However, he always feels that his origin is
She is humble and not worthy of being the daughter of the owner of Fei Wei Hall.
So after he left school, he wandered around the world alone, hoping to make a resounding name and then marry his junior sister in a glamorous manner, so that his master would be proud of his face and the Feiwei Hall would shine at the top of his family.
He practiced hard day and night, regardless of life and death, and achieved a breakthrough of the eighth level in cultivation. He earned the title of "Wind-Removing Iron Arrow" in the frontier wilderness, and was considered a top second-rate master.
After Zhang Mo broke through to the eighth level of the acquired world, he hunted a black golden clouded leopard that had been cultivated for forty years in the mountains of southern Xinjiang with great hardships. He was going to return home with this betrothal gift, but when he returned to Chengde Mansion, he found that Fei had grown up since childhood.
The guard hall was burned to ashes, and the master, junior sister, and other junior brothers all became dead bodies in a mass grave.
And all this happened just because the three brothers of the Nine Dragons of Heihe under the Dragon King Shuiwu wanted to buy the land of Feiwei Pavilion but their master refused.
This is a business that has been passed down to the master’s family for five generations. How could it be sold to someone to open a cigarette shop?
Because of this incident, the forty-one people in the Feiwei Hall were killed overnight by the green forest masters secretly trained by Dragon King Shuiwu, and the Feiwei Hall, which had been passed down for five generations, was burned to the ground.
Zhang Mo disappeared after burying his fellow sect members. Three months later, the newly built opium shop in Longwang Shuiwu opened. A big man wearing a mourning dress, holding a bow and arrows, shot three dragons on the spot with heavy black iron arrows. The iron arrows were fired continuously, killing people.
Countless, he burned down the three-story opium den with one fire, and burned down the branch of Longwang Shuiwu in Chengde Mansion with another fire.
Forty-one people in Feiwei Hall were killed. He exchanged the Black-Gold Clouded Leopard for forty-one carved-feathered wolf-tooth arrows made of dark iron in Daye Valley, the first mountain. In that battle, each arrow was stained with the blood of at least five or six people.
Blood, his blood was almost drained by the siege of Dragon King Shuiwu masters.
But his martial arts skills are only second-rate after all. Not to mention the powerful innate master Black River Dragon King, even the several acquired ninth-level protectors under the Dragon King can easily defeat him.
He was hunted by the black and white gangs of Nan Qifu, and he hid in the barren mountains eating hair and drinking blood, living like a ghost, but he just refused to die.
If he doesn't kill all the Dragon King's people in the water dock, he will have no peace.
China has its own justice, and every man has his revenge.
He refused to die, he wanted to take revenge with his own hands, and he wanted to seek justice for Feiweiguan!
Liang De's soul tentacles were pulled out from Zhang Mo's brain. The down-and-out man, covered in blood and wounds, endured the heartbreaking pain and kowtowed to the ground.
"Senior, please take pity on me and teach me martial arts skills!" Do you want to ask for votes frequently to affect the reading experience of the reader? I wanted to reprimand myself loudly, but there are too few recommendation votes.