He Xiaotian reached out and picked up Pi Xiu, hung him in the air, and then shook him wildly.
"Spit it out! Spit it out!"
He really had no other option, and he didn't know how to fly in the air.
What should you do if you fall into the River of Disaster and are targeted by some invincible creature, like swallowing thousands of slugs in one go?
Pixiu, who was sitting on the right side of He Xiaotian, instantly shrank into a ball and shivered.
The previous scene in the secret room of Mount Zhu, lying on the mountain of gold and silver, retching constantly, is still vivid in my mind.
Roger turned around and saw He Xiaotian who was 'crushing' Pixiu, and his whole body suddenly felt bad.
A Pixiu that can only go in but cannot come out, what if you expect it to spit out something?
As a result, before Roger could speak, he saw the stone beast in He Xiaotian's hand and opened his mouth.
"vomit!!"
"Wow!"
A bead-shaped spiritual energy crystal was spit out from his mouth.
It fell into the depression and made a crisp impact sound.
Then, Yulong, who got the 'money', finally stabilized again.
And he rushed to the river bank at an extremely fast speed.
About fifteen seconds later, the Pixiu hanging in the air, no matter how He Xiaotian shook it, could not spit it out at all.
He gently placed the stone beast on the seat, and then pointed his eyes at the trembling one with a smile.
"brush!"
I saw Pixiu huddled up next to He Xiaotian's right hand, taking the initiative to throw himself into the depression, opening his mouth and spitting out spiritual energy crystals to maintain the four dragons driving the chariot.
Vice Minister Luo, who had witnessed the whole process, had a dull look on his face.
What the fuck?!
The legendary Pixiu not only shook He Xiaotian until he vomited, but also caused him to actively vomit out what he had eaten.
It’s even more shocking than the legendary oil pressing with stones.
Is someone here dreaming?
Don't talk about him, even the greedy and angry heads who are well-informed and unfazed by changes all look confused.
How do you explain this? There is no such information in the Prajna divinity!
"Crack!"
A jade book spat out from Pixiu's mouth.
He Xiaotian: "?!"
Pixiu rolled his eyes and was about to swallow it in one gulp.
It was just the piercing gazes on his back that froze his movements.
Then a big hand picked up the jade album.
"Snapped!"
He Xiaotian hit Pi Xiu on the back of the head and shouted sternly.
"Keep vomiting and don't stop until we reach the shore."
Roger: ""
I underestimated you. You are not Zhou Papi, you are even more ruthless than Huang Shiren.
"Book?"
There were originally four large characters on the jade book, but for some reason, the first two characters were damaged and could not be read.
Only the remaining books can still be distinguished.
He opened the jade book and saw a series of spells recorded on it.
Unfortunately, most of the content is incomplete, with only a few figures remaining.
"Collect it for now and wait until later." He Xiaotian muttered, and then put the jade album into the storage space. The scanning level was not enough, and he was not a Taoist expert. Unless he could get 10 million experience points to upgrade the system.
Then select Enhanced Scan.
But here comes the question, do we still need to decompose this function?
My magical powers and magic are not ready to be improved!
"Boom"
At some point, Pixiu, who was lying in the depression, could no longer spit out the spiritual energy crystals.
But what made people breathe a sigh of relief was that they reached the river bank.
The four jade dragons disappeared separately, and two people fell from a height of hundreds of meters.
brave troops?
The two cunning stone beasts transformed into pendants before falling and hung on He Xiaotian's waist.
"There's a village down there!"
Roger has three heads, seeing in all directions and hearing in all directions.
"Is there anything unusual?"
"No!"
Vice Minister Luo replied, but He Xiaotian was still a little worried.
After struggling for nearly a night, he didn't want anything to happen again.
Even if it allows him to feel at ease for a moment, it would be enough to recuperate his slightly tired spirit.
I saw He Xiaotian falling, his eyes suddenly bursting with golden light.
The Dharma Eye is open!!
"Safety."
His eyes did not detect anything unusual; the village below was indeed formed by living people.
"Plop! Plop!"
The two of them fell into a huge house in the center of the village one after another.
"Cough cough cough"
Roger, who was choked by smoke and dust, kept coughing.
Compared to him, He Xiaotian is much better.
But when he raised his head and saw the densely packed spiritual tablets not far away in front of him, his expression changed.
Damn, something happened.
This is obviously an ancestral hall, and even women or underage children within the clan are not allowed to enter without authorization, otherwise they will be severely punished.
Now, he and Roger directly lifted the lid of the 'tangkou' where people worshiped their ancestors.
The angry villagers might eat them alive.
"Li Shen?"
Hearing this, He Xiaotian immediately turned to look at Roger.
I saw this guy lying on the ground, holding a tablet in his hand and reading it seriously.
As for why he had this thing in his hand, it may be that the ground shook when the two fell.
The tablet bounced off, and then fell on him again.
Without waiting for He Xiaotian, he scolded Roger and asked him to put him back in his place.
I could hear the sound of dense footsteps outside.
And there were flashes of fire, obviously the villagers had gathered and were on their way.
"hurry up!"
"Boy, have you got the knife? Remember, if it's something weird or evil, don't talk nonsense and just cut it with your hands."
"Hey, big brother. I forgot something. I can't even leave the ghost-slaying sword that I refined with incense!"
There was a burst of chatter from outside. Although the two of them didn't pay attention to what they said, their tone was a little trembling, which showed how scared and fearful they were.
"boom!!"
The door of the ancestral hall was kicked open with great force from the outside.
Then dozens of torches illuminated the entire hall with light.
As a result, many villagers holding weapons looked at each other with He Xiaotian and Luo Jie.
"people?!"
The first one, a middle-aged man about forty years old, frowned and said.
Next to him, there was a guy who looked about 50% similar to him, with a ghost-headed sword leaning on his shoulder.
Judging from the situation, these two are the brothers that He Xiaotian just heard the conversation with.
"weird!!"
Suddenly, the man carrying the sword pointed at Roger, who was standing up, and shouted angrily.
Then without saying a word, he bent his legs and jumped up to chop off the head of Roger who was holding the tablet in both hands.
Vice Minister Luo: “???”
If you disagree, kill them!
And it seems that we haven’t spoken yet. How did you survive to middle age in the earthly nightmare world with such recklessness?
Roger was too lazy to hide from the ghost-headed sword in the man's hand.
It's just an ordinary soldier, but it can split his head, isn't it?
"careful!"
He Xiaotian clearly saw a faint light flashing from the ghost head knife in the man's hand.
A wave of sharp energy overflowed, and even the surrounding tables, chairs, benches and other objects were instantly torn apart.
Especially at the fracture, the brilliance is like a mirror.
Roger naturally discovered the unusual power on the knife, and then the figure flashed.
"Boom!!"
An extremely sharp white light shot out from the Ghost Head Sword.
The stone floor was immediately divided into two parts and exposed from the wall.
The strange thing is that wherever Huaguang passed, it did not cause much damage to the ancestral hall.
It was actually a slight fracture, splitting the wall along the ground.
If you don't look carefully, most people may not be able to spot it.
"die"
The man holding the ghost-headed sword once again glanced at Roger, who had just stood still.
"brush!"
He Xiaotian's figure flashed and came to Luo Jie.
His right hand reached out like lightning, and his index and middle fingers pointed at the blade of the knife and pinched it lightly.
"Qiang!"
A spark suddenly burst out, and then no progress could be made.
"you?!"
The man's face was full of surprise. This sword was made from ancestors' incense sacrifice.
Not to mention the ordinary and weird things, even those invulnerable things in the wild that have been tempered to the peak of their bodies can be easily chopped open.
However, He Xiaotian was able to hold it between his two fingers without any injuries.
How can it not be surprising?
"Okay, Brother. They are human beings, not weirdos." The middle-aged man who was the leader of the villagers said.
"But brother, this man has three heads and six arms." Before he could finish speaking, He Xiaotian waved his arm.
"Deng Deng Deng"
The man holding the Ghost Head Sword felt an overwhelming force sweeping toward him layer by layer.
His body continued to retreat uncontrollably, and he retreated into the crowd in a dozen steps.
If you look closely, you will see that the position is exactly the same as when it exploded.
This shows how precise He Xiaotian's grasp of power is.
"Why did this strong man come to my village?"
The middle-aged man, who looked like a clan leader, took a step forward and clasped his hands in fists.
A strange look flashed across He Xiaotian's eyes. He knew clearly that what the other party was saying was not a real-life language, but he could still understand it.
Could it be another ability given by the bronze door?
He has not forgotten that the same was true of Youshi's words back then.
"The two of us came from the other side of the river crossing the river. After experiencing a series of events, we accidentally landed in this ancestral hall. We hope Haihan will do it." After all, it was he and Roger who took over the house of their ancestors.
If you are exposed, you have to admit your mistakes when you should. You can't be unreasonable and kill people with your fists without saying anything just because there is a reason.
"Brother, I believe what this man said. But that guy with three heads and six arms" the man holding the ghost head sword didn't finish his words. He saw the middle-aged clan leader and waved his hand.
"With the ancestral tablet here, no evil spirit or weirdness can be hidden. This man can move easily and his face does not change. It can be seen that he must be a human being. Although he looks a little different from us, you can't because
Kill someone based on his appearance." As the patriarch spoke, he paused midway, apparently searching for a better word to describe Roger.
"That's right, I'm sorry." The man slapped his forehead suddenly, put down the ghost head knife, and apologized to Roger with his hands clasped in fists.
He Xiaotian: ""
So careless?
"The power of the ancestral tablets in the Earth Nightmare Realm is very strong, and all the clan members believe it. The two of them do not believe in you, but in their own ancestors." A greedy voice sounded from behind, and He Xiaotian suddenly realized.
Only in this way can it be explained.
"Clan leader, patriarch. It's not good, it's not good."
Outside the crowd, a child of about twelve or thirteen years old ran up.
Of course, in the hell world, he cannot be considered a child, but can be called a man.