Qin Yang stood dumbly in the darkness, surrounded by darkness, and could faintly hear bursts of sounds that sounded like gold and iron, like howling and roaring like a strong wind.
A hairless, red, and extremely ugly dried chicken lay on Qin Yang's shoulder with its legs crossed.
"Qin Youde, you are a murderer of a thousand swords. My ancestor only ate a few spirit stones from you. As for throwing my ancestor to such a desperate place?" Fengganji changed his legs and kicked them.
Qin Yang put his feet on the right side of his face, then twisted his head, reached into a storage bag next to him, took out a spiritual stone, chewed it several times, and chewed it to pieces.
"It's a good thing that my ancestor was lucky enough to meet a knowledgeable dead man. Otherwise, my ancestor would have been tricked to death by you. I would be eating your spirit stones, sleeping on your shoulders, and kicking you."
Face, you don’t know anything yet?” The air-dried chicken raised its head and smiled strangely, took out a few spiritual stones again, and swallowed them in one gulp: “Hahahahaha…”
The dried chicken raised its neck and struggled to swallow the spirit stone. Then it changed its position and kicked Qin Yang twice.
"Qin Youde, please wake up quickly. If you don't wake up, no one will take the ancestor away..."
"Qin Youde, if you don't wake up, my ancestor will eat up your spiritual stones. How old is my status, ancestor, that I have to rely on such rubbish spiritual stones to replenish my strength..."
"Qin Youde, my ancestor has thought about it. As for what happened before, I will not remember the faults of the villain and won't argue with you. But from now on, I will offer at least one fifth-grade spiritual stone to you every day. Forget it, the fourth-grade is fine. Old
It doesn’t matter if Zu is a little bit aggrieved..."
The dried chicken shook its head and sighed, twisted its head, got into the storage bag again, took out a spiritual stone, raised its head and threw it, closed its eyes and opened its mouth, waiting for the spiritual stone to fall into its mouth.
Only this time, after a long while, the spirit stone did not fall. When Fenggan Chicken opened his eyes, he saw a big hand hanging above his head, which seemed to be holding the spirit stone.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Qin Yang staring at him with deep eyes and turned his head.
"Ha, luckily our ancestor is wise and powerful, Feng..." Feng Ganji laughed dryly, and immediately began to flatter himself, intending to take all the credit for Qin Yang's awakening...
However, the dried chicken ignored one thing, Qin Yang had never seen him before...
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Yang reached out with one hand, pinched the neck of the dried chicken, and picked it up. His eyes were filled with cold light and murderous intent. With the other hand, he summoned the Flying Fish Sword, and with a puff, he
I gave the air-dried chicken a pair.
"You are the one who is causing trouble! I beheaded myself to escape from the dream world. Tell me, how do you want to die?" Qin Yang gritted his teeth, held the Flying Fish Sword, and twisted it so hard that Fengganji's eyeballs were almost broken.
Protruding.
Even if you know that in the dream world of Meng Tapir, everything is like a dream, it can be fake, but it is still true, but if you don't firmly believe that it is a dream world, and you don't have that kind of mentality of death, even if it is
Even if you die, you cannot escape.
These were all casual remarks made by Ping Emperor White Snake when he was bragging and spanking.
Because of this, when you die, you really die. You feel the passage of life and the pain of dying. Until the end, everything is overwhelmed by a great fear of death, and your consciousness falls into eternal darkness and silence.
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These are all true.
Thinking about this, Qin Yang's anger surged, and what made him even more furious was that even though he was being tortured endlessly in the dream world, this guy actually hit himself outside the dream world!
No wonder I feel like someone is hitting me every time!
Holding the Flying Fish Sword, I gave the air-dried chicken a few blows with a puff of puff. A white knife went in and a red knife came out.
"You bitch, you torment me, beat me, and steal my spiritual stones!" After a closer look, I saw that the storage bag containing the spiritual stones had already lost tens of thousands of spiritual stones. This anger was so intense that it was difficult to quench my anger.
The point of destruction.
The air-dried chicken's eyes widened, its wings fluttered, its mouth slightly opened, and it struggled wildly. It wanted to say something, but Qin Yang squeezed it so hard that it couldn't say a word, and could only make weird noises.
Uh-huh.
After Qin Yang stabbed him several times with the Flying Fish Sword, he calmed down his anger slightly. Looking at the undamaged air-dried chicken, he still didn't understand that this kind of injury would have no effect on this weird air-dried chicken.
"Since I can't stab you to death, I can strangle you alive!" Qin Yang sneered, and suddenly exerted force in his hand, pinching the dried chicken with bulging eyes.
I saw a flash of red light, Qin Yang's hand was forcibly opened, and the dried chicken turned into a red light and appeared about ten feet away.
"Qin Youde! Your uncle!"
The air-dried chicken held its head high, waving its hairless chicken wings, and its eyes were full of sorrow and anger.
"My ancestor finally woke you up, and this is how you treat me? You are a villain who repays kindness with revenge. My ancestor has misjudged you!"
"You actually know my name! When I woke up, I had nothing to do with you!" Qin Yang was startled, but he kept moving his hands. In an instant, he took a step forward and held the air-dried chicken in his hand again: "Who cares?
What kind of thing appears in a place like this? Let’s kill it first!”
A red light flashed across the air-dried chicken again, and he broke away and ran away. After doing this three times, the air-dried chicken was completely afraid. Qin Yang really wanted to kill him. After doing this a few times, his power was completely exhausted...
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"Don't do it, I'm my own man! I'm convinced, I'm really convinced! I'm telling the truth, I'm a sledgehammer with a broken handle!" The air-dried chicken was held in his hand again, and he immediately gave in and told the truth.
"The pretense is quite similar, but it's a pity that I have thrown that sledgehammer with a broken handle to the point of death!" Qin Yang exerted force on his hand and was about to strangle the dried chicken to death again.
"Qin Youde, it's really me, don't do anything." The Fenggan Chicken was frightened. Qin Youde, this guy, was so cunning. After just a few times, he managed to accumulate some strength, but it was almost exhausted...
"I don't believe anything you say!"
"No, Qin Youde, it's really me. I was the one who bumped into you specifically. Who told you that you were the only little monk there? With the state of the ancestor, no one else can afford to offend you, and so is your spirit stone.
Ancestor's food, you threw the ancestor to death, a dead man brought the ancestor out, and then he came here..." The dried chicken was like pouring beans, and he said it all in one breath.
But after he finished speaking, he saw that instead of calming down, the anger in Qin Yang's eyes was getting stronger and stronger...
"Okay! It turned out to be you. I was still wondering why that stupid male and female duo wanted to hack my spirit stone. It turned out to be you!"
Qin Yang used both hands to pinch the dried chicken until he rolled his eyes, and the chicken wings and claws kept flapping.
The red light flashed again, and the air-dried chicken escaped from the poisonous hand, only to be caught again in the blink of an eye.
"Qin Youde, if you have anything to say, please tell me. The ancestor knows what is going on here, and he also knows how to escape from here and escape from the ancestral tomb!" Seeing that he was about to be poisoned again, Fenggan Chicken shouted at the top of his lungs.