The Golden Dragon Ax is a top-notch magic weapon, Feng Jinan is convinced of this.
But this time, after the ax fell and the human-shaped black shadow was chopped into pieces, Feng Jinan could not feel the reality.
It's like it was cut into nothing.
Even though he saw the humanoid monster being torn apart and no longer showing any arrogance, he didn't feel like he had succeeded at all.
"strangeness……"
The little dragon man tilted his head and muttered, and saw more and more monsters gathering around him. These humanoid-looking things seemed like black mud, changing into various shapes.
Sometimes he is a wolf-like official, sometimes he is a bully, sometimes he is a bandit, sometimes he is a street gangster...
The only thing is that these monsters are not kind at all, which makes Feng Jinan very unhappy when he sees them.
There was a burst of crying and begging in the house, which made Feng Jinan extremely irritable.
In this situation, he didn't know where his husband had gone, so he had to rely on himself for everything.
But now the magic weapon in my hand is not easy to use, so what can I do?
"If we use 'martyr arrogance', I'm afraid we won't be able to last long..."
Feng Jinan was a little anxious and wanted to give in, but as soon as he had this idea, the humanoid monsters around him became huge, and many new shadows appeared.
Seeing this change, the dragon horns on the little dragon man's head hardened: "Huh! What kind of monster is this! How dare you look down on me like this, what a bully! I'm really right, sir. I'm discouraged, but you are angry too."
Zhuang. Damn it, I won’t run away, I won’t run away!”
After saying that, Feng Jinan simply shouted to the owner of the house: "My master, don't be afraid, watch me burn these sneaks with a fire!"
Feng Jinan's anger rose, and the "martyr arrogance" around him suddenly broke out. He was not as good as his own husband, but it was enough to burn some ghosts.
The only flaw is that it is a little weak in power and the range of damage is not large.
"Come on! Master, I will fight with you today!"
The golden dragon swung the ax behind his back. Carrying the big ax on his back, Feng Jinan clenched his fists, looking like a fat monkey with short legs and small arms. He was nimble, but a little more naive.
And in anger, he actually burned all the short shirts on his body, leaving only an ancestral bellyband with patterns such as pandas, tigers and leopards embroidered on it.
"Hey! Take my punch."
He picked up his fist, jumped up on his bare feet, and punched the cool official holding the shackles in front of his face. It didn't matter whether he had eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. In short, this punch must relieve his anger.
Snapped!
It was like the screen was exploding. The punch seemed to be out of reach, but it was almost within reach. With just one punch, the black shadow that looked like a cruel official twisted and seemed to be shouting something.
But there was no sound, so Feng Jinan naturally couldn't hear it.
But seeing this humanoid monster in so much pain, he was also happy. He put his hands on his hips and said boldly: "You monster, look at how you bully others!"
Inside the room, the host shouted again: "Little man, let's go, let's go, there are ten left after beating one, don't kill yourself..."
"Young master, I'm not afraid of anything. I'm just afraid that my husband will scold me. I'll kill him with one punch if he's sneaky. Master, please take a look. I've learned the skills of the great sage, so I'm just a little kid."
Holy, that’s not an exaggeration, right?”
While shouting, Feng Jinan said in his heart: This is a dream, and the ax cannot exert its power, which must be related. Sir, he asked me to remember that fear breeds nightmares. Doesn't that mean that killing nightmares actually eliminates fear?
Thinking of this, Xiao Longren was determined. He made up his mind early on that he would never be an orphan waiting to die at the age of eighteen. His status as a god was not important. What was important was that in this life, he should have his own style.
He didn't know how much wind, frost, rain, and snow his husband had gone through, nor how many people's wishes he had been burdened with. He didn't have to think about such a heavy thing.
Your own style is in the present moment.
Yiran is not afraid...he can't do it.
But in the face of fear, he can!
"Master, there are not many people in the world who can match my abilities. Apart from my senior brother Wang Zhaixing, who else can have my momentum?"
"Look at my fierce fire!"
"Look at my fists and feet."
"That's so fierce and majestic!"
"Hey, take a punch from me!"
He didn't learn any serious boxing or kicks from Wei Hao. He had his own martial arts that was popular in Fenglong Township, and he was able to fight with style in this situation.
His boxing skills are as fast as fire, his steps are as fast as wind, and his moves are connected with each other, which makes him powerful.
"Try my move of 'Dragon Tail Swing'!"
With a flick of his little tail, he turned several of the surrounding monsters into powder.
It was so intense that holes were poked in the window paper of the house, and there were big eyes and small eyes inside, all looking at the fighting outside.
At a sudden glance, I saw that the little dragon was really flying up and down, and no sneaky thing could get close to it.
"Young hero has great skills..."
"That's right! My husband is the 'Monkey King', and I...and I..." Feng Jin'an rolled his eyes and shouted, "I am the 'Little Sage Yunmeng', and Yunmeng Ze favors me."
First!"
"Oh! I never thought that the young hero is also a fellow countryman."
"Isn't it?"
Feng Jinan looked proud, and the fireworks around him became even more intense.
Only the human-shaped black shadows around the courtyard were seen. Three were missing in an instant. Feng Jinan's body was shaken. In the dark, he actually felt that he was carrying something.
He couldn't look back and couldn't see what he was carrying.
But the things we carry on our backs seem to be of little weight, but they do make people dare not be careless. They are so critical... I'm afraid they are incomparable.
"There are still evil spirits ahead. I'll come as soon as I can."
"What should I do with my bare hands, young hero? There are some household items in the yard, including poles and sickles, so I can always defend myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, a little red light illuminated Feng Jin'an's eyes, he picked up the sickle and walked away, shouting as he walked: "I drive away evil spirits like cutting grass, just use it to do your bidding."
After Feng Jinan left, a child in this family's house asked in a low voice: "Dad, is that young hero really capable?"
"It's hard to say, but at least they really protected us for once."
"You just haven't heard of the 'Little Saint Yunmeng' before?"
"What do you know, you silly bitch? If you have real abilities, you will naturally take action when it's time to take action."
The head of the house breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door again, locked the latch, and then said: "Go to sleep, sleep well, I can have a peaceful sleep today."
The family fell asleep again, and the lights were extinguished. After a while, in a mountain village, a family all woke up.
The hostess hesitated for a long time and then said: "Master, I just had a strange dream..."
"Ah? Are you dreaming too? I also had a strange dream, and I just wanted to tell you."
And in this scene, Feng Jinan was playing with a sickle, jumping like a monkey on the roof of the courtyard wall, and with a wave of his hand, a human-shaped black shadow was cut off.
As he started chopping, the little dragon man suddenly became crazy and shouted, "Hahahahahahaha, these are all incompetent evils, they are not enough for me to scratch twice."
Among the surrounding houses, many faceless humanoid monsters gathered more and more. At first, there were only thirty or fifty of them, but after Feng Jinan started laughing and screaming, the mountains and plains were filled with such monsters.
There are more and more of these monsters, like ants piling up in a dense black layer that makes people's scalp numb.
Although each monster has no eyes, ears, mouth, or nose, or even a face, the gestures, gestures, and movements of its hands and feet are like those of nobles.
Some are arrogant and arrogant, pointing their chins at people; some are walking slowly, but others are in a hurry but they are not in a hurry; some are arrogant and arrogant, holding in their hands, carrying, and holding official seals...
Surrounding these monsters, there are many monsters for them to drive, and they swarm in one by one, allowing them to be devoured, and then the monsters expand more and more, turning into deformed monsters with normal bodies but huge butts.
That butt was really too big, like a big fat tail, dragging on the ground, and the fertile fields were thinned and impoverished. Just a moment ago, the warehouse was full of grain, but in an instant, there was no harvest.
Such evil deeds and appearances made Feng Jinan very angry.
"Look how proud you are! Don't leave that monster. Watch me cut your butt with a knife!"
The victory in the first battle was a small test of his skills. Feng Jinan was really brave and fearless at the moment, and for some reason, after killing several monsters, the "martyr arrogance" in his body was certainly burning fast.
But there was no sign of Qi and blood loss.
Feng Jinan also understood in his heart. Thinking about it, this is what the teacher said, fear breeds nightmares, but if there is a way to solve fear, this nightmare will also be eliminated.
"Hey! I am the 'Little Sage Yunmeng', the second disciple of the 'Great Sage Equaling Heaven'. You guys, let's see how I punish you!"
Wow, the sickle in his hand was swung forward. Feng Jinan controlled his energy and blood, and he actually felt like flying with a sword.
Although it is not as exquisite as mana, wherever the sickle touches, it feels like a finger touching it, and the experience is even more free.
"Good means, good means, my ability is really great!"
There are densely packed monsters around the mountain village. The monster with a fat butt has actually grown in size because more monsters were devoured by it.
Many villagers in the village were sobbing and crying in their homes, or begging for mercy.
Feng Jinan didn't understand much either. He only knew that with every cry, another shameless humanoid monster came out.
One after another, they are all nightmares born of the fear of the villagers.
There are all kinds of strange nightmares in the world. Feng Jinan originally had no idea what the nightmare here was, but soon, a humanoid monster stopped moving and crawled around on the eaves of a house, looking restless.
This monster couldn't get into the house, so he stood outside the door with his hands on his hips and yelled curses, but there was no sound, it was just a change in posture, and it was obvious that he was cursing at a glance.
It was also through this curse that Feng Jinan discovered that there was something inside the body of this humanoid monster, which was as dark as mud.
"Oh? What is that? Could it be Zhizhu?"
Feng Jinan rubbed his eyes, wanting to take a closer look. As he looked at it, he immediately yelled, "Good guy, what kind of damn thing is this? It's so bad!"
It turned out that the thing inside the monster's body was actually a notice saying that a tax would be collected after ninety-nine years.
That's a tax bill stamped with the master's seal.
As for the monster with a huge butt, there is a reason why it became so big.
Feng Jinan counted the numbers and found that at least hundreds of monsters were swallowed. If one monster was taxed, how much would it be?
Looking at the shameless monster with a big butt, he seemed to have weapons and magic weapons in his hands. His eyes widened, and only then did Feng Jinan see clearly that there were four big characters written on it - Specially for debtors.
"I'm furious!"
"snort!"
"It really pisses me off!"
"I'm going to be angry!"
The little dragon man thought that his anger just now was quite intense, but unexpectedly, all his eight lifetimes of anger boiled over.
The whole person was like charcoal and iron in a furnace, red and hot, instantly attracting the attention of the entire village.
"I see you are collecting taxes for ninety-nine years!"
"Master, I can't forgive you!"
Whoosh!
With a wave of his hand, he struck wherever he pointed with the sickle, and the "ninety-nine-year tax" crawling around on the eaves was directly cut in two.
The tax bill is gone, and this monster is also gone.
"Dad! Mom! The tax collector is gone——"
"I finally passed the test, I passed the test..."
The whole family cried together again. Feng Jinan couldn't bear to hear this, not because he was sad, but because he became even more angry.
"Cry, cry, cry. I dare to do it with a knife. You are such a big family, don't you know how to fight with me?"
"If the sky falls, I...my husband will hold it up!"
"My husband is the 'Great Sage Qitian', and I am the 'Little Sage Yunmeng'. If these donations are unreasonable, what will they do?"
"What's the use of crying!"
After a mass killing, the crying in the house suddenly stopped. The owner looked through the crack in the door and saw a young man with a tall head and a tail behind him, waving a sickle to kill evil spirits.
Those evil spirits are the tax notices that they fear like tigers day and night.
After ninety-nine years, the tax will be gone.
The taxes after 88 years will also be gone.
Thirty years later, twenty years later, everything is gone.
The nightmare of many years was cut clean by a sickle in an instant.
Even the tax to be collected for the following year is gone!
Feng Jinan fought and beheaded all the way, always fighting alone. Only this time, a man rushed out and shouted: "Dad! He has a knife, and we also have knives, so why not fight!"
The old man who was cowering behind the door gritted his teeth, pulled out a stick, and shouted after his son: "Fight, fight with them!"
Feng Jinan, who was originally boring and lonely, suddenly smiled when he saw this scene: "Hahahahahaha, what are you afraid of? The worst is death. If I die, I will die first."
"Little Saint, Little Saint, you can't die, you can't die."
The whole family, young and old, came out to fight against the nightmare. After shouting these words, they immediately disappeared without a trace.
Later, in a house in a mountain village, the man who headed the house suddenly woke up and shouted: "Aye, I just had a strange dream. I dreamed of a 'Little Saint Yunmeng' who had special abilities and was lucky." have to……"
"Ah? Did you dream about it too?"
Not long after, the whole family woke up, and after discussing it together, they realized that they all dreamed of the "Little Saint Yunmeng".
"I'm afraid it's not the blessing of the gods."
This family actually kept chanting words such as "Thank you, little saint, for blessing". In the "big dream", Feng Jinan once again felt that the things he was carrying seemed to have increased a lot, and the flying handful The sickle always feels sharper and easier to hold.