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Chapter 873 Loulan Deputy Town (6)

Zhou Laodao sat cross-legged on top of the pile of animal skins, his thin body twisting left and right with the crunching sound of the axle. The bamboo hat on his head was from fighting with a toothed beast a few days ago.

At that time, several big holes were broken, and the cold rain penetrated through the holes and hit his pitted face, making him look even more sinister.

With a piece of half-cooked dried meat in his mouth, Zhou Laodao played with two 'emperor coins'.

These are two 'Golden Emperor's Money', and they are two 'small coins', only one inch in diameter, as thick as a mung bean, golden and heavy, and feel quite heavy in the hand. On the front of the Emperor's Money in the round sky is the word 'Taichu'.

, the back is embossed with wind, cloud and thunder patterns, and there is a looming shadow of the heavenly palace inside.

The workmanship of Emperor Qian is naturally extremely exquisite.

The functions of emperor's money are naturally amazing.

In the Supreme Taichu Heaven, there is no way for serious people to practice - even if you put the legendary Taoist Code of the Ancient Emperor Zheng in front of you, even if you have the qualifications to surpass the emperor, and have unparalleled understanding...

You can't practice either.

Don't even think about comprehending the slightest trace of the Taoism.

Don't even think about absorbing even a drop of heaven and earth's wisdom.

If you cannot understand the charm of the Tao, your Tao practice cannot be improved.

If you cannot absorb spiritual inspiration, your magic power cannot be enhanced.

If you can't increase your Tao practice or magic power, why are you still cultivating like a ghost?

Only the emperor's money, every piece of emperor's money, is cast, issued and circulated all over the world by the Supreme Supreme Heaven. Within the emperor's money, there is Taoism and inspiration. Holding the emperor's money, you can understand the Tao and absorb the inspiration.

, you can improve your cultivation level.

However, the Taoist charm contained in Emperor Qian is extremely limited, and its spiritual power is very meager.

These two pieces of gold emperor's money contain a faint hint of acquired gold's Taoist charm, and also contain a hint of acquired gold's spiritual inspiration. These are also the last two pieces of gold emperor's money that Zhou Laodao has on his body, and he would never dare to use them for cultivation.

When walking in the wild, if you have two emperor's coins beside you, you will have two lives!

Two months ago, this small hunting caravan led by Zhou Laodao encountered a wandering horse thieves while passing through the barren mountains. Zhou Laodao led his brothers to fight with them, and the horse thieves were of course killed.

After killing them all, he also had three transparent holes in his chest.

That time, he spent an emperor's coin, sucked up the spiritual energy in it, turned it into a majestic vitality, repaired the wound, and saved his life.

Such imperial money!

"Shit tastes bad, and money is hard to make..." Zhou Laodao looked at the pile of animal skins under his butt with a sullen face - the price of these animal skins in the wilderness was exposed to heavy rain and humidity.

Well, I will inevitably have to be severely squeezed by those business owners with black hearts, black livers, and black bones, who will give birth to a baby without an asshole.

As if he saw the golden emperor's money growing wings and flying away from his pocket, Zhou Laodao couldn't help spitting and hissed: "Eating shit is much easier than making money!"

Gritting his teeth, he touched the wound on his chest that was still aching.

He was only willing to spend an emperor's coin to save his life. Three transparent wounds hurt his internal organs, and the injuries did not heal. The little wind in the cold rain blew, and the wounds hurt so much that his eyesight turned black...

Playing with the two emperor's coins in his hand, Zhou Laodao's mood became even worse when he thought of his young son who was preparing to lay the foundation for cultivation at home, and his three daughters who were already getting married and were worrying about preparing dowries.

"When will it be a good time to make a windfall?" Zhou Laodao hissed: "It means that my face is uglier, otherwise, I would even want to sell myself! Find a rich woman, even if she is rounder and greasier.

, some are rude, some are ugly...when the lamp is blown out, when the eyes are closed, aren't they all the same?"

In the carriages in front and behind, those who were sitting in the carriages, those who were walking with the carriages, and the caravan men on horses all laughed.

They began to discuss what kind of rich woman who had been blinded and deceived would leave those handsome, fair-skinned, and obedient young men to look for someone like Zhou Laodao with a pitted face.

, has scars all over his body, swears when he speaks, and is a tough guy who only knows how to draw a knife and kill.

As a result, the topic spread endlessly.

Which house’s girl is Yuan, which brothel’s eldest sister is Run, which housekeeper’s widow knows what’s interesting, which tofu seller’s aunt’s daughter has already started ogling passers-by... Men, a bunch of knives are licking blood.

Men who do business and occasionally work part-time in some shady business get together. In addition to discussing the affairs between men and women, do you also expect them to recite the song "Sparse Shadows Horizontally Slanting Water Clear Qian"?

Laughter kept coming from the small team, the rain and mist were rising, and in the distance there was a group of grinning beasts looking this way... The leading beast let out a roar that sounded like a fox or a jackal, and headed towards

After poking around for a while, he carefully weighed the strength gap between his family group and the caravan guys, and finally turned around and left with his tail hanging helplessly.

The two scouts of the caravan took a breath, loosened the tight bow strings, and were about to say something. One of the scouts, whose nostrils were obviously three times larger than ordinary people, sniffed hard and said in a deep voice: "

Master Dao, it smells like blood..."

'Ching Lang Lang', in the caravan, more than a dozen coachmen and hundreds of clerks pulled out their sabers at the same time. The bright blades were shining with light. Nearly 30% of the coachmen and the clerks had long swords in their hands. The breeze was lingering in the hands of nearly 20% of the coachmen.

, man, there was a faint flicker of fire on the blade, and more than half of the coachman was left. Man, a ray of silvery cold light traveled back and forth on the blade, making the blade even sharper.

Zhou Laodao grabbed the three-foot-long animal bone handle hanging on his waist and wrapped with blood-colored silk thread.

As soon as the magic power in the body was destroyed, the three-foot-long knife handle screamed, and a blade that was six feet, six inches long and as wide as a palm was sprayed out. The paper-thin blade was cut in the wind and rain with a gentle wave.

A thin gap was opened, Zhou Laodao jumped up, and landed heavily on his feet. A silver cold light shot out three inches long from the blade. Raindrops fell on the blade. It was destroyed by the silver cold light, and it suddenly made a harsh sound.

With a "chichi" sound, all the raindrops exploded into water vapor, and wisps of them flew up slowly.

Zhou Laodao held two imperial coins in his left hand, clenched his fist and waved forward slightly.

Several of the archers cocked their bows and nocked arrows, and the arrows locked in the direction pointed by the big-nosed scout.

The two swordsmen stood side by side, and under the cover of the archers, they strode towards the location where the bloody smell was coming. As they walked, a swordsman was still shouting loudly: "

My sweetheart, stop hiding, I have seen you... Hey, we are all good guys on the road, don’t hide your head and hide your tail, come out and show your face!"

Lu Qian was lying in the woods, listening to the shouts of the swordsman, and couldn't help but laugh "hehehe".

These bluffing words sound really familiar.

Well, thanks to the old monk Hongchen, Lu Qian could understand what this swordsman said.

His mind was in chaos again, and his brain was tingling. Lu Qian frowned - who is the old monk Hongchen? Why should I be grateful to him? Well, was he the one who taught him the language used by the guys outside?

Then, no problem.

Don't think about it, don't think deeply about who this old monk Hongchen is, you will remember it sooner or later.

After coughing a few times with difficulty, Lu Qian glanced at the Tianlong Zen Staff.

The three-foot-long little dragon lay down on Lu Qian's chest and turned into a black and gold dragon-shaped tattoo wrapped around Lu Qian's upper body. Lu Qian raised his voice slightly and said feebly: "The young monk is in trouble, please ask the friends passing by to help.

One or two... If the young monk escapes the catastrophe, he will definitely be rewarded generously!"

The rain is getting heavier.

Zhou Laodao was holding a long sword and stood beside Lu Qian, looking down at him.

Two caravan guys got a tape tape from somewhere, laid Lu Qi flat, and measured his height carefully. Some of the other guys were watching the surroundings vigilantly.

Taking care of the animals pulling the cart, others gathered around, pointing at Lu Qian.

"What a burly guy. Tsk tsk, what a rare and great man!"

When Lu Qian was in the Liangyi Heaven, he used great magic power to suppress the golden body of Lord Buddha, so that he could maintain his height at a height lower than that of ordinary people. Even so, he was almost a foot long at that time.

At this moment, he has no magic power left, all magical powers and secret techniques have failed, and his body has "returned to normal".

However, the world, geographical environment, astronomical climate, etc. where he is located are very different from Liangyi Heaven. The suppression force on his body is extremely strong. Lu Qian can even hear his own joints being crushed by the huge force, and he keeps emitting

A slight 'crunch' sound.

Under such pressure, Lu Qian's figure must have shrunk.

Even so, his body at this moment is still two feet, three or four feet tall. As for Zhou Laodao and these caravan guys, their body shapes appear to be 'extraordinarily normal'. The tallest ones are only eight or nine feet tall, and they are short.

Some of them are only about seven feet tall, and there are even a few boys who act as scouts who are only a little over six feet tall.

Compared with Zhou Laodao and others, Lu Qian can be called a 'mini giant'.

Zhou Laodao held up the tattered bamboo hat on his head and squinted his eyes as he looked up and down at Lu Qian - the torn wound on Lu Qian's chest, his palms that were crushed like boneless chicken claws by the huge force, and those

Twisted legs and feet, etc.

After sizing it up, Zhou Laodao picked Lu Qian's chin with the tip of the knife, and said with a dry smile: "Brother, you are in trouble... It's rare for someone with such a burly physique to, well, be able to kill you."

With injuries like this, is it possible that there are some big thieves and bandits around here?"

The faces of the guys in the caravan suddenly changed, and many people turned back and looked around the woods.

"Forgot." Lu Qian looked at Zhou Laodao frankly. This guy's eyes were evil, showing an inexplicable sophistication and ruthlessness. He was obviously an old man in the world and not someone who could be fooled easily.

He said honestly: "My head hurts so much. Who am I, how did I get here, who hurt me, I have forgotten everything!"

Zhou Laodao frowned and looked at Lu Qian's upright and handsome face seriously.

His lips moved, and he murmured a few words silently, and then slowly shook his head: "You just said that there must be heavy retribution? I am more interested in this, but seeing that you don't have anything, you don't even have a luggage package.

No, how can you repay us? Are you willing to give me your life? We don’t care about this!"

Lu Qian opened his mouth and was stunned.

Have nothing to offer?

Uh, yes.

In the past, when he was in Jishengtian and Yuanlingtian, Lu Qian still carried some space instruments such as rings, bracelets, sachets, and jade pendants with him. There were large or small spaces inside that could accommodate various cultivation materials.

But when he arrived at Liangyi Heaven, when he gradually became more sophisticated in Buddhism, and when his cultivation soared, and he could open up the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, those fragmentary rings, bracelets and other things had long been eliminated by him, and he had thrown them to the Qionghua Mountain.

The young monks who used the pulse used it.

How vast is our Buddhist kingdom? A Buddhist kingdom is just a small world. How much material can it accommodate?

Especially when we later attained the Red Dust Heaven, there were more than 10,000 Buddhist kingdoms, each of which was comparable to a heaven. Such a vast space could accommodate any amount of material.

luggage?

salute?

These words are already too unfamiliar.

But at this moment, Lu Qian's own Buddhist kingdom cannot be sensed at all... As for Hongchentian, there seems to be a faint connection, but it is completely unable to drive her to do anything.

As for saying 'promise yourself' or something like that...ah!

You old guy with a pitted face is willing, Lu Qian is not in the mood yet... Do you think you are the three Qingyou sisters?

After laughing a few times, Lu Qian said bitterly: "Brother, are you kidding... Well, the young monk seems to have packed some clothes and saluted, but I don't know where he threw them... Well, the young monk has a lot of strength!"

"Strength?" Zhou Laodao smiled and shook his head. He muttered in a low voice: "We guys are all very strong. Tsk!"

The long knife in his hand suddenly twirled, and a cold light flashed. The paper-thin tip of the long knife gently made a cut in the thickest part of Lu Qian's chest muscles.

As soon as the knife was drawn, Zhou Laodao's expression suddenly changed - this knife of his was already a rare weapon at his level. It cost him half of his life's accumulated wealth, and it also cost him many years of hard work.

As a favor, he finally asked a master craftsman to forge the 'Heavenly Weapons' for him.

Although it is just an inferior item among the 'weapons of heaven', this is not a 'magic weapon' that ordinary people can get their hands on!

But when the knife was struck, even though Zhou Laodao only used a small amount of force, it was enough to cut off a huge tree as thick as a three-person hug. However, when this knife fell on Lu Qian, he only made a muffled sound of "Puff".

The sound left a white mark on his skin but failed to cause any harm to him?

"I...fuck grandpa!"

Zhou Laodao exclaimed in surprise, and a group of caravan guys raised their weapons one by one and stared at Lu Qian as if they were seeing a ghost.

Zhou Laodao's face changed slightly, his wrist sank, and with a 'swish' sound, he used 70% of his strength to slash the thick part of Lu Qian's chest. With a 'chi' sound, Zhou Laodao used all his strength.

The powerful knife actually only cut through a very thin layer of Lu Qian's muscles, leaving a tiny wound about half an inch deep!

Compared to Lu Qian's 'huge body', a mere half-inch wound, what does it mean to Lu Qian?

Zhou Laodao's expression changed, and he took several steps back while holding the knife.

He looked at Lu Qian in shock and hissed: "Master monk, we men are all doing small business, licking blood from the knife edge, and struggling to earn some hard-earned money... The cause and effect on you is too big, we men don't dare to provoke...

…Don’t be offended, let’s just pretend we’ve never met today…”

After all, it was Lao Jianghu. Zhou Laodao was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat, his legs were so weak that he almost sat on the ground with his butt hanging.

In this wasteland, he, Zhou Laodao, is also one of the few 'real cultivators' within 300,000 miles. He can cut off more than 100,000 heads with one cloak sword. With the power of one person, he can chop them off with force.

Gaining a territory brings prestige.

With his cloak knife, whose combat power and record ranked among the top three thousand in the expert list within 300,000 miles around, he used 70% of his power to be able to cut through only one layer of Lu Qian's flesh - Lu

Yi's cultivation, Lu Yi's strength, Lu Yi's origin, and how terrifying his enemies are, it's just... I dare not think about it!

Zhou Laodao had an inexplicable urge to cry.

This kind of impulse is very similar to the feeling he had when he was young, when he saw the brothel red aunt who took away his boyhood being ransomed by a wealthy man, and then left him... that kind of powerlessness, that kind of emptiness, that kind of feeling

The loss and fear that enveloped the whole body were accompanied by inexplicable envy and jealousy!

Zhou Laodao maintained his last trace of clarity.

He knew very well that he had used 70% of his strength to only scratch a layer of Lu Qian's flesh, and Lu Qian was still seriously injured, lying on the ground and letting him do whatever he wanted - if Lu Qian was intact, would he even be able to scratch it?

Lu Qian can't be hurt even by a layer of oily skin?

Such a terrifying master, what kind of terrifying existence could he be that could hurt him like this?

And such a terrifying being was injured like this. Why did they break out into conflict?

If you can't think about it carefully, you won't be able to live this life if you think about it carefully.

Just go!

Must go!

We absolutely can't all stay here.

It is even more impossible to take Lu Qian away.

You can't afford to provoke him, so stay away from the place of right and wrong as soon as possible, otherwise there is a real danger of your body being shattered into pieces and the nine tribes becoming extinct.

Cold sweat continued to seep out on his forehead, and the cold sweat mixed with the cold rain continued to slide down his cheeks. Zhou Laodao smiled dryly, put his left hand behind his back, and kept gesturing to the guys in the caravan, telling them to leave this ghost quickly.

place.

Lu Qian looked at Zhou Laodao who was retreating with a faint look, and sighed softly: "This, this is embarrassing... It's nothing to do with you. If you are not willing to rescue the young monk, you can just take people away...

...but you just, inexplicably, stabbed the young monk twice."

"This is cause and effect, this is right and wrong!"

"Brother, if you are tainted by the karma with Xiao Monk, you will be tainted with right and wrong."

"If you don't rescue the little monk today, and let the little monk stay in this small forest, let the wind blow, rain, and birds and beasts peck at him... If the little monk recovers from his injuries, the cause and effect of these two swords will definitely find you.

, I have a clear plan with you."

Lu Qian looked at the twisted-faced Zhou Laodao with a smile: "Of course, maybe you can also try. The edge of your knife is good. Maybe you can chop a hundred and eighty times on my neck and try to decapitate me. Maybe

That cuts off the cause and effect?"

Zhou Laodao's childish hole suddenly froze, and murderous aura suddenly arose all over his body.

He looked at the long knife in his hand, and then at the half-inch deep wound on Lu Qian's chest that he had just cut out.

Yes, maybe, if he used this knife to give Lu Qian a hundred and eighty blows, he could cut off Lu Qian's head? If the head is gone, the person will naturally die. When a person dies, all the cause and effect will be gone.

!

At least in the surrounding wasteland of 300,000 miles, Zhou Laodao had never heard of anyone surviving without their head.

Just when Zhou Laodao was accumulating murderous intent in his heart, he was about to go all out to give Lu Qian a "dumpling stuffing" treat...

Outside the grove, two scouts suddenly ran over in a hurry. One of them was holding the body of a small beast whose essence and blood had been sucked out with great difficulty - it was the same one who was killed by the Tianlong Zen Staff outside the grove before.

, the small beast shaped like a bamboo rat that was drained of blood by Lu Qian and then discarded outside.

"This is the iron-eating rat!" A scout man hissed: "Master Dao, this iron-eating rat's throat was obviously bitten open and it died after being drained of its essence and blood!"

Lu Qian looked at Zhou Laodao with a smile.

Zhou Laodao looked at the iron-eating rat. He noticed that there was a large circle of teeth marks on the iron-eating rat's neck... And with such a big mouth, a person with a decent build would obviously not be able to bite such a huge bite.

of wounds.

Judging from the wounds, the murderer who bit the iron-eating rat's neck and sucked its essence and blood was probably about two feet, three or four feet tall?

And the iron-eating rat...

It is an extremely rare and dangerous creature in this wasteland.

The iron-eating rat has a gentle nature and likes to run around underground, feeding on roots and roots of various underground plants. However, it has a body of copper-skinned iron bones and steel-reinforced silver marrow. Although it is not good at fighting, it has extremely strong defense capabilities.

With the cloak knife in his hand, Zhou Laodao would most likely lose if he faced off against an iron-eating rat.

Because he couldn't break through the iron-eating rat's defense at all, and couldn't even damage its fur.

The two-foot-long iron-eating rat is extremely valuable because of its extremely tough fur - the skin of such a small beast is worth as much as the skin piled on a cart by Zhou Laodao

of all the hides!

In this wasteland, famous experts all want to get a leather armor made of iron-eating rat fur. This will undoubtedly give them an extra life - but with Zhou Laodao's knowledge, in the wasteland with a radius of 300,000 miles,

, dozens of large and small deserted cities, there are only about thirty sets of real iron-eating rat leather armor in total.

Too far away...

In short, the iron-eating rat has extremely strong defense and is extremely difficult to hunt.

Its fur is its most valuable material.

And the iron-eating rat that was so difficult to kill actually had its throat bitten open and its blood and essence was sucked dry.

One can imagine how terrifying this murderer is.

Zhou Laodao looked at Lu Qian blankly for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Great monk... no, master... Master is in trouble, my heart, Old Zhou, really hurts... Hey, I'm late, Old Zhou

, It’s too late, I’ll make you suffer, Master!”

With a 'choking' sound, a cold light flashed across the handle of the knife in his hand, and the six-foot-long knife disappeared. Zhou Laodao hung the handle on his belt and diligently held Lu Qian's arm, trying to help him up.

Just with a little effort... an embarrassing thing happened - with Zhou Laodao's strength, he could only barely lift one of Lu Qian's arms, and even his upper body could not be lifted up. Zhou Laodao's expression changed, and the surroundings

The knowledgeable and discerning caravan guys all looked at Lu Qian as if they were seeing a monster.

Zhou Laodao's lips trembled slightly, and he hissed: "What are you still doing? Why don't you help me quickly and help the master to the car to rest... Hey, take out the best pieces of python skin and cut down some tree trunks."

Son, build a carport for Master to take shelter from the rain!"

Zhou Laodao and a group of caravan guys, as if they were taking care of their own uncle, helped Lu Qian onto the cart and built him a python skin shed to protect him from the wind and rain.

Clean water and dried meat were constantly delivered, and the exposed wounds were wiped dry, thickly smeared with special ointment, and bandaged properly with clean white cloth. Lu Qian's twisted legs and feet were also covered by several Kong Wu

With the help of the powerful caravan guys, he was brought back to his original position, and external wound medicine was applied to him.

Zhou Laodao was sitting in the car shed accompanying Lu Qian. More than a dozen large carts left the woods and continued to move forward. The guys who were originally making jokes and making nonsense seemed to have been beaten.

The man's mouth was sewn shut with needle and thread, and there was no sound at all along the way.

One day.

One day.

Day after day.

It rains in the wilderness for half a month at a time.

The small caravan led by Zhou Laodao, consisting of hundreds of people, trudged arduously in the wilderness where there was no road at all, following the instinct of wild beasts and relying on the geographical features that had been deeply remembered in their hearts for countless years.

There is no flying or escaping.

There are no magical powers or secrets.

He only has a heart of blood and courage, a pair of iron bones, a sharp knife, and a strong bow and crossbow.

Every day, one encounters a herd of beasts, big or small, that may be ferocious, docile, cunning, or cute. They may pass each other by and they are safe, or there may be a fierce battle between blades and fangs.

Hundreds of thick furs were added to the caravan's cart. Lu Qian also drank the blood of hundreds of beasts in the past half month. He finally had some strength in his body and could barely sit up. His arms could move

wave.

These days, he is trying his best to understand the world.

For example, the length of a day and a night here is much longer than that of the Liangyi Heaven that he is familiar with. The 'day' between two sunrises is roughly sixty hours long in the Liangyi Heaven...

In other words, one day in this world is equivalent to five days in Liangyi Heaven.

It rained heavily for half a month. If you put it in Lianyitian, it would be a "rain disaster" that lasted for nearly three months.

However, the carrying capacity of this world is obviously extraordinary.

After such a long period of heavy rain, Lu Qian felt that mushrooms were growing on his body. However, in the vast wasteland, only a few potholes had accumulated water, and there was no flood disaster as Lu Qian had imagined.

Obviously, there is a huge network of rivers in this wasteland, otherwise such a thing would not be possible.

Along the way, Lu Qian also saw the herds of large and small beasts that attacked the caravan, or the herds of beasts that were actively attacked by the caravan. Many memory fragments came up from the depths of his mind. These were the memories of the old monk Hongchen.

Using the knowledge imparted to him, Lu Qian recognized these strange birds and beasts...

What's interesting is that Zhou Laodao and others killed so many wild beasts along the way, but nothing supernatural or evil happened in Lu Qian's impression.

The 'souls' of these beasts were swept away by the avenue between heaven and earth as soon as they were killed. The avenue of this world is domineering, majestic, and full of uncontestable absolute authority...these beasts

The soul has no way of staying in the world, let alone the existence of any 'ghost' or 'evil ghost'.

This is a 'very safe' world in a sense.

The only threats the caravan faces are the herds of animals, as well as some malicious bandits, horse thieves, etc.

However, it is obviously not easy for existences such as bandits and horse thieves to survive in this wilderness.

At least during this half-month journey, Zhou Laodao and the others only encountered an unknown sentry scout once, and the other party also stopped seven or eight miles away. After looking here for a while, it might be...

Seeing that Zhou Laodao's team of about a hundred people was "strong in numbers", he turned around and left without getting closer or making any further tests.

This day, at noon.

A strong wind swept across the earth, and the rain clouds in the sky were violently blown away. The red sun showed its blazing face, throwing light and heat to the earth. High in the sky, there were little black shadows hovering, which were volumes.

Extremely large falcons patrolled at astonishing heights, searching for prey worth killing.

Lu Qian sat next to the driver and looked up at the sky.

The magic power was gone and the body was weak, but a pair of hard-forged eyes were still very useful. At this glance, every feather of the falcon patrolling hundreds of miles in the sky could be seen clearly.

These giant raptors with a wingspan of more than twenty feet would naturally not attack the caravan that Lu Qian was in.

With their size, even the animals pulling the cart are not big enough for them to swallow!

Suddenly, a big wither found a worthy prey. It retracted its wings and dived down almost vertically towards the ground. A dull thunderstorm sounded immediately in the void, and the air exploded in front of the big wither's body.

There was a white air circle, and a few wisps of unfortunate clouds were smashed into pieces by the speeding and falling sky.

In just a dozen breaths, the giant swooped down to the ground from an altitude of hundreds of miles. It made an extremely rapid turn back and soared into the air. The guy's two huge paws were holding a bison that was five or six feet long from head to tail.

, flapping its wings and slowly flying back to the sky.

The miserable roar of the bison came from afar, and the next moment, Lu Qian heard the dull roar of bowstrings.

More than a dozen giant arrows roared into the sky, with a gleam of cold light, and they pierced into Dabi's body. Feathers flew, blood splashed, Dabi let out a shrill whine, and subconsciously dropped the bison he was holding in his claws.

It flapped its wings crazily and accelerated into the air.

The arrow lost its end, and the thin metal chains were stretched straight, continuously making a 'clang' sound.

The big wither was flapping wildly, its giant wings stirred up strong winds, and sand and gravel were flying on the ground. There was a faint roar of filial piety, someone was shouting something loudly, and the reflection of metal was faintly visible.

The caravan stopped, and in front of it stood a lonely big tree in the wilderness. Two strong men wearing leather armor jumped down, and a man with a beard on his face carried a bow and arrow and gestured towards this direction:

"The Hu family is hunting withers. Brothers passing by, please stay away and don't get misunderstood!"

Zhou Laodao, who was sitting on the pile of furs, stood up, opened his arms, and laughed loudly at the two men: "Haha, brother Hushan, it's me, Zhou Laodao... Tsk, tut, that's a cracking wind.

Wither? You guys from the Hu family are not so lucky!"


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