It seems that words with the word "love" always have a magical power that makes people risk their lives.
For example, say hobbies.
To be more precise, Chen Shushu's hobby is to watch high-level cultivators fight, regardless of whether his own life will be slapped to death by others.
"It's a master." Chen Shushu whispered. His eyes reflected the menacing golden Buddha statue, and his head turned along with it.
The golden Buddha statue first appeared on the horizon, and instantly magnified in the eyes. There was a burly figure faintly inside, stepping on a huge Zen staff and galloping towards it.
During the whistling, the Buddha statue kept moving, bringing huge strong winds that shook the branches and leaves violently, and crashed onto the battlefield like a meteor.
"Boom!" The golden light exploded, dust flew everywhere, and screams could be heard endlessly.
A huge circular wave of wind mixed with sand and gravel suddenly spread to all directions like a sea wave, causing Wang Chenyi's hair to dance wildly.
The gravel was like a stone thrown with force, and it hit like raindrops. Wang Chen had to raise his hands to block it.
A terrifying large pit appeared where the Buddha statue fell, and the surrounding trees fell in pieces.
In the large pit, a bald and angry-looking monk wearing gray-white robes raised one palm and swept around.
There were pieces of flesh left all around, and some cultivators were even crushed into meat pies by the golden Buddha statue.
This guy actually sat down and killed more than a dozen practitioners of the Sky Control Realm without distinguishing between right and wrong? Wang Chen was a little unbelievable.
"Grandma, you're a bear! She even said that she wanted to ask someone for directions, but they all died." The monk suddenly looked at Wang Chen's location with angry eyes, and murmured: "There are two little bugs, do you want to crush them to death? Forget it, God.
Have the virtue of living well."
As he spoke, the Zen staff shot up into the sky with golden light. The monk stamped his feet fiercely, causing the earth to tremble. Then he jumped up and turned into the golden body of the Buddha statue, passing by in the roaring wind.
"You...sister, is this the so-called inheritance?" Wang Chen was inexplicably excited, and he didn't even care about the indecent language.
So this is cultivation?
At this moment, he only felt in his heart that those fireballs, ice, flying swords, etc., which were unattainable in the eyes of mortals, were simply playing games in the cultivation world!
"By the way, wasn't Chen Shushu scared to death?"
The monk looked over with an astonishing aura, and it was obvious that he had discovered them. Chen Shushu's cultivation level was low and his combat power was probably even lower, so it was not impossible that he could not control his sphincter muscles.
Wang Chen looked to the side and saw Chen Shushu, a bookworm, writing furiously with a book.
"What are you writing?" I looked over and saw Chen Shushu writing:
"The crazy monk of Jialan Discipline Temple, ranked 122nd on the Green List, received the inheritance from Jialan Temple, and the inheritance is shaped like a golden Buddha statue. It is speculated that the golden Buddha statue has a huge bonus to the Dharma, and every form of Dharma will definitely
The power is greatly increased, and combined with the rumored crazy temperament and terrifying power, the moves must be opened and closed, and ordinary cultivators cannot block them."
Wang Chen was stunned and secretly admired him.
This "encyclopedia" is not simple, not because of his beautiful handwriting. Just by looking at it twice, he can actually analyze it and come to such a conclusion. He is simply a born paparazzi. If he doesn't die, he will become a giant dog in the future.
After Chen Shushu finished writing, he put the booklet into his arms, with a fanatical light in his eyes, and rushed towards the direction where the mad monk flew by. Wang Chen was full of yearning for the inheritance at this moment, and no longer released his spiritual consciousness to explore, but silently collected it.
Qi Shu moves forward quickly.
As if he noticed that Wang Chen's aura suddenly disappeared, Chen Shushu turned around and looked at Wang Chen doubtfully, and actually nodded in agreement and said: "Your breath-containing technique is extraordinary."
It was obvious that Chen Shushu regarded Wang Chen as a smooth person like him who focused his whole life on saving his life. While nodding in admiration, he was inspired and slowly took out a set of gray bags from his storage bag.
Brown fur comes.
This fur turned out to be a one-piece piece. Chen Shushu looked like a frogman when he put it on, except that his whole body was furry and there were two big ears on his head. After putting it on, he ignored Wang Chen, turned around slowly, and walked towards
He touched it forward, and at the same time, Chen Shushu's breath disappeared instantly.
Seeing that there was a gray-brown tail hanging behind Chen Shushu, Wang Chen was stunned for a moment, and an indescribable feeling passed through his heart.
This fur is obviously the same kind of item used to shield spiritual consciousness from the rust-colored leaves on the top of the brown bear den that he occupies. It looks like it is fur ripped from some kind of rat monster. The creation of nature is really...
..a bit charming.
The deeper you go into the battlefield, the more intense the fighting becomes. These young cultivators refuse to obey anyone, and they are so young and reckless that they become red-eyed. Who cares about the purpose of coming here in the first place?
Those cultivators in the air-control realm who have little cultivation in the outside world and are considered the backbone of the gang are like consumables here. They want to escape, but they are trapped in it.
Every time you walk a certain distance, you can see the body of the cultivator.
These cultivators, who were usually aloof and regarded as immortals by mortals, died in this jungle filled with monsters and beasts. Even under the bombardment of magic spells, not even their whole bodies could be left behind.
Mortals only know that gods are free between heaven and earth, just like Wang Chen in Huangpo Village.
Who knows how cruel the world of cultivation is? Most practitioners are nothing more than cannon fodder for one person to achieve enlightenment and thousands of bones to wither.
The sound of fighting in the distance became more and more fierce, but Chen Shushu's footsteps suddenly stopped.
There were no signs of fighting nearby. Wang Chen looked around in confusion, but there was a stinging pain in his eyes.
There are corpses of cultivators nearby. To be precise, they are all stumps and broken arms. The blood of these cultivators was obviously spraying before death, making the surrounding trees and grass dyed red, but the stumps were not far from the corpses.
It's like breaking apart on its own, rather than being violently divided.
What's weird is that the remaining real power around him is like a sharp blade, bringing countless tiny cutting sensations.
Chen Shushu didn't feel the horror of the scene at all, and took out the pamphlet again and wrote quickly.
"The body split apart and had a weird shape, quite similar to the Heavenly Demon Palace's inherited boxing technique, the Heavenly Demon Hundred Split Fist. Legend has it that this set of boxing techniques requires the Heavenly Demon Palace's inherited Heavenly Demon Body to be used. The visitor is suspected to be ranked 111 in the Qing Ranking Tournament.
Tu Lie, number fourteen."
After writing, he was like a detective getting closer and closer to the truth, his eyes became more and more excited, and he had almost reached the state of forgetting both things and me. He even forgot that Wang Chen was still behind him, and could only keep groping forward.
"roar!"
Suddenly, a roar of an alien beast came from the distance, causing the leaves to sway. At the same time, the shouts and shouts of the cultivators fighting there suddenly became chaotic.
Someone faintly exclaimed, but it was mixed in with the roars of strange beasts and could not be heard clearly.
Chen Shushu seemed to know what had changed ahead, and no longer bothered to hide his figure, he accelerated and rushed forward, while Wang Chen followed closely.
From a distance, I saw a strange beast that was as high as a small mountain. Its plump body was completely black and it had two white tusks. It looked like a giant wild boar walking upright.
It kept raising its head to the sky and hissing, making a huge howling sound like a killing pig, which caused the sound of wind and thunder. When it howled, the air near the bloody mouth continued to tremble, which was a loud noise that shook the air.
Amidst the sound of heavy footsteps, the giant pig demon waved an irregular and terrifying iron rod as big as a big tree in its hand, and swung it at the cultivators who were fighting fiercely.
"It's the Pig Demon King. He's half-stepped into foundation building, but his skin is rough and fleshy. Ordinary practitioners in the early stages of foundation building wouldn't dare to mess with him."
When Chen Shushu saw this ferocious beast that he had never seen before, he excitedly talked to himself, as if telling Wang Chen to listen.
If you can keep the excitement in your heart without telling others, it would be a bit gloomy.
The pig demon king's eyes were red and full of rage.
There is no doubt that pigs have very strong reproductive capabilities, but it is enough that their descendants are slaughtered by others every day. Now these guys appear in his territory on a large scale, and the aura of his descendants has disappeared in an instant.
It's like having a leek cut off, how can it bear it?
Even though there were countless cultivators in front of it, it showed no fear. The iron rod like a big tree swept down, and several cultivators were unable to dodge. They screamed in panic and were smashed into pulp.
Overwhelmed by the ferocious power of the Pig Demon King, the cultivators retreated in panic and even stopped fighting for a moment.
"Kill it!" A cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Condensation's eyes turned red. He rose up in the air and punched out. The red fist mark was solid, and it hit the pig demon's head, causing a violent explosion.
However, before the cultivator had time to rejoice at his victory, he heard a terrifying howl, and a wave of sound turned into a transparent aura and rushed towards him.
He was slightly startled and lost consciousness for a short time. When he reacted again, he saw that the pig demon was in front of him and struck him hard with the stick.
All the brilliance of the defensive magic weapons all over his body lit up, illuminating the panicked face of the cultivator.
"Boom!" With a simple blow of the stick, all the magic weapons in the cultivator's body were shattered.
His body was like a rag doll, twisting and floating in the air like a boneless body, before falling hard to the ground.
"This is a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Condensation! He is not a cabbage like a casual cultivator, and he died like this?"
Wang Chen was shocked by this strong visual impact.
"Boom!"
Another hammer came down. This pig demon was fat and huge, but its movements seemed slow but actually fast. Two more unlucky cultivators were unable to dodge and were hammered to death on the spot.
"run!"
Panic spread among the cultivators, and the cultivators of both good and evil sides who were fighting in a melee for a while chose to run away. This battle between the younger generation of good and evil was about to be put down by a pig demon.