Shu Jialan didn't dare to blink, he just washed his eyes with Buddha's light, all the dust and distractions dispersed, and he looked again...
He still has a beautiful face, black hair, and a graceful posture.
Later, the yellow leaves fell into pieces, and the shadows of the trees were dancing in the distance.
Nothing seems to have changed.
Shu Jialan suddenly remembered the scripture that the abbot once said, and it was like this sentence, which flowed in his heart - "All conditioned Dharma is like a dream."
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lu Qilang suddenly turned around and asked.
The life is fresh and the breath is solid. It doesn't look like a fake demon, nor is it a bubble.
"Ha, there seems to be something strange in that forest." Shu Jialan subconsciously grabbed a small demon-conquering pestle, which was the pendant he originally hung around his neck.
Gently turn this small magic pestle between your thumb and index finger, using frequent small movements to cover up the shock in your heart: "What is it, it's gone in a blink of an eye."
"Really." Lu Qilang turned back, the emotion in his voice was very light: "My spiritual sense tells me that this place is very strange and dangerous. Don't look at things you shouldn't look at."
It is true that he always only looked at the road ahead. It was Shu Jialan who always looked around.
"Well... thanks for the reminder." Shu Jialan tried his best to keep himself calm.
If you encounter an evil beast while walking alone in the mountains, the more timid you are, the easier it is to become food. Having lived alone in the mountains for many years as a child, he has a deep understanding of this truth.
The two demon kings continued to move forward without showing much abnormalities.
But no one continued the topic just now. They unanimously remained silent.
The so-called curiosity about fellow travelers and the so-called responsibility of the mission are not worth mentioning before one's own safety. Only when you are alive can you have unlimited possibilities.
The secrets left by the legend of the Yu clan have spanned tens of thousands of years to reach this point. Under normal circumstances, they are far beyond the reach of demon kings like them. I don’t know what the reason is for them to gather here together.
Just right. But opposite to the opportunities, there are equally unpredictable dangers!
Furthermore, the land of Shenxiao has been sealed in dust for so many years. Even if there was nothing sinister at the beginning, who knows if anything weird has happened in this long time?
It doesn't matter if there is no danger, but if something bad happens, we must not deal with it easily.
Lu Qilang's face was calm, and his steps did not slow down for a moment.
But the jade-carved green leaf held in his palm was already covered with cracks, and would be completely shattered if he relaxed even a little.
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"What do you think about Xiong Sansi?"
On one of the tree-lined paths, a voice also asked.
The voice came from the mysterious Taiping ghost. His expression was very cold at the moment. Of course, it was covered by a mask and could not be seen by Sheguyu... Sheguyu, who was keeping a considerable distance, would not look at it at all.
Snake Guyu didn't even speak. He walked calmly, walking in the shadows.
In this land of gods, she cannot completely enter the shadows.
Zhu Dali relied on Taoist Master Taiping's means and didn't care which competitor he was. He was only a little wary of the mysterious Xiong Sansi because the Taoist Master specifically emphasized that he should keep a distance from Lu Qilang and Xiong Sansi.
But Sheguyu didn't want to talk, so he stopped talking.
After walking for a while, Zhu Dali asked coolly: "Do you have any ideals?"
She Guyu is the most beautiful banshee he has ever seen in his life, or at least one of the most beautiful. In his opinion, her appearance is no worse than that of Zhu Lanruo.
It's not that he can't walk when he sees a beautiful succubus, it's just that it's a bit of fate to walk together.
Just like most male monsters who see the face of Shegu Yu, they will generally feel that...such a beautiful and pitiful banshee, why she killed herself, is there some hidden reason that can be understood?
He considers himself to be chivalrous, with a certain concept of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, and some feelings of drawing a sword to confront evil.
Sheguyu still didn't speak.
"We are walking together all the way, facing dangers and opportunities together. It is always better to help each other than to be wary of each other... It's okay to just chat a few words."
Zhu Dali carefully recalled the chatting style of the drinkers in the tavern, looked at the yellow leaves, and asked in a deep tone: "Whose poem do you like?"
"Better than me." Sheguyu said.
Zhu Dali was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"
"Answer your first question." Sheguyu said quietly.
Even if she doesn't like to communicate, she still admits that Zhu Dali is right. It's always better to help each other than to be wary of each other... although being wary is inevitable.
If we must talk about some nonsense when traveling together, instead of talking about ideals and poems, it is better to talk about combat power. In this world where monsters eat monsters, how many serious monsters can talk about ideals? In this cruel world, how many serious monsters can we talk about?
How naive can you be to maintain poetic sentiment?
Only then did Zhu Dali realize that what Shegu Yu said was that Xiong Sansi was better than her.
He, who was listed as a Taiping Ghost Chaos, chuckled softly: "Life and death sometimes only happen in a split second. How can we judge who is stronger than the other if we have never fought before?"
To him, it doesn't actually matter who is stronger than whom. Because in this land of gods, everyone is stronger than him, and no one can be stronger than the Taoist master.
"I've seen him take action." Shegu Yu's voice was faint: "In Mentougou."
Mentougou is not a resounding name.
The origin of this name has long been unknown.
But as a place of trial for monster geniuses and a place where genius wars frequently occur, Mentougou is really famous. Zhu Dali often hears it from drinkers in the tavern, and he even brags about it himself.
So he was surprised and said: "Xiong Sansi killed the bee-killing monk Mentougou? The battle where he was promoted to the eighth new king on the Tianbang list and became famous? Were you present at that time?"
"That happened three years ago..." Sheguyu didn't want to talk more, and only said: "I watched the whole battle. Even if I was just the Xiong Sansi at that time, I am still not sure about it now.
"
Zhu Dali guessed that the head of the She family might have taken She Guyu to Mentougou at that time.
"I have a question, I don't know whether to ask it..."
"Then don't ask." Sheguyu's voice became very cold, cutting off the communication.
"……oh."
Jiang Wang in the mirror world didn't know at this time that even though he had cut off from the Faceless Cult from the beginning, his traces were still captured. Now Moyun City is opening a huge net, waiting for him.
The return of a faceless god... He had no way of judging. The power of the sky demon was beyond his imagination.
At this moment, he sat alone in the mirror, examining every detail in the Land of God's Sky.
The land of Shenxiao has its own magic, and the power of the red mirror cannot leave the tree-lined path and enter the dense forest. So more often than not, he can only rely on the divine seal and borrow Zhu Dali's sight.
Among all the demon clans participating in the competition, he was most afraid of Lu Qilang and Xiong Sansi.
The former's spiritual sense is terrifying, and it is easiest to detect his presence, triggering a group attack. The latter has the most and longest preparations for the land of the sky. Although it was revealed by the Zhiwen Bell from the beginning, it seems that he is standing on
Although it is obvious, in fact, it does not reveal any foundation. In his opinion, it is unfathomable. When surrounded by enemies, especially when you are surrounded by enemies, you cannot easily start an unprepared battle. Therefore, the more mysterious it is, the more you must keep a distance.
Snake Gu Yu moved forward silently, while Zhu Dali strode over dead branches and leaves with a rather rampant attitude.
Coo coo coo, coo coo coo.
At a certain moment, there was a strange noise.
The sound seemed to come from all directions at the same time, and it was impossible to capture the specific location.
It's like the sound of bubbling springs, but sharper.
It sounded like the chirping of some strange bird, but there was no breath of life.
"Did you hear anything?" Zhu Dali held the double straight knives in his hands and looked around warily.
But there was no response...
"Snake girl?!"
He turned around in fear and saw Sheguyu's body that had completely withdrawn from the shadows. He was already frozen there, motionless. His breath was gone, his eyes were lifeless, and there was no sign of any life!
Is he dead?
This is a powerful man at the level of the new king of the Heavenly Ranking. How could he die silently?
"Snake girl?"
Zhu Dali maintained the highest vigilance, used his strength to move around, turned the handle of the knife upside down, and tentatively touched forward——
There seemed to be a breeze blowing by, and Shegu Yu's body, wrapped in black clothes, together with her black clothes, turned into gray-white powder, fluttering in the wind.
This scene is so terrifying.
A huge fear fell in my heart.
"Tao Master?!" Zhu Dali exclaimed in his heart.
The Taiping God Wind Seal immediately responded: "Relax."
Zhu Dali directly let go of the control of his body. On top of the black mask, his eyes were like waves in the quiet sea, with frosty white wind marks jumping up.
The hands holding the knife were only twisted slightly, and the fighting posture of the entire body was completely different.
At this moment, the Taiping Taoist Lord appears with the Taiping Divine Wind Seal!
at the same time.
The gray-white powder traced through the air, vaguely forming a monster-shaped outline. From the outline, a skeleton with a sword and a shield jumped out and slashed at him with one strike.
This level of power?
Taiping Dao Master, who controlled Zhu Dali, was a little surprised. He was not surprised by the power of this knife, but by its weakness. This was not consistent with the dangerous atmosphere brought by the terrifying vision. It was definitely not able to take away the snake.
The power of selling surplus.
clang!
Thinking continues and so does action.
It's too slow to say it was a flash of light, just a fleeting thought.
The moment the straight knives crossed each other, another straight knife had already penetrated the round shield and shattered the skeleton's body. The force of the knife was like a roaring tornado, twisting the skeleton into pieces.
In the sky full of gray and white bone fragments, the fat body only took one step back and then stopped. The figure moved from extreme to extreme, like a sculpture in an instant.
The gray-white bone fragments from the shattered skull were like coarse sand, falling quietly and making a rustling sound right at the place where the sword was cut.
This wonderful control of power intoxicated Zhu Dali, who let go of his body control.
Every time the Taoist Master appears with one billionth of his thoughts, it is the most rewarding moment for him. Every battle in which the Taoist Master appears is enough for him to ponder over and over again every detail of the battle.
, which benefited him a lot.
It might be an exaggeration to say that you can make a thousand miles in a day... but there is no problem in saying that you can reach a level every time you fight.
At this time, Zhu Dali "saw" that his body was moving again. He twisted the soles of his feet and moved sideways. The long knife in his hand just turned slightly, and the knife jumped up. He had a comfortable feeling of flowing like clouds and water, as if he was in the most appropriate place.
In this environment, every muscle mass is placed in the appropriate position and exerts the appropriate force...and then move forward!
Go forward!
In front is a skeleton of white bones that jumps out from the trajectory drawn by the gray and white bone fragments. Its bones are intact, strong, and highly textured. A bone gun in its hand lights up the sky with stars.
Zhu Dali alone cannot withstand such a spear move.
But at this moment, the long knife was just a mistake in the air. The two zigzag trajectories were agile and sharp, like a flying rainbow comet with its tail curling into the sky, sweeping away all the cold stars.
Zhu Dali felt that his bloated body was extremely agile at this moment. The bone spear that was constantly being cut off protruded forward, penetrated the flying bone spurs, and instantly collided with the white skeleton——
brush!
The sword flashed past.
Every bone of this skeleton has been clearly separated...a total of two hundred and six.
Especially on these bones, there is not even a trace of unnecessary knife marks.
Even when cutting tofu, it is difficult to cut it so evenly.
It's amazing!
At this moment, the fear in Zhu Dali's heart about what happened to Shegu Yu suddenly dissipated a lot. The Taoist master is here, and the gods and ghosts retreat!
But for Taiping Dao Master who controls this body... this is just a basic use of the edge, not a wonderful sword technique at all.
Compared with Douzhao's sword skills, where is this?
What Jiang Wang is really concerned about is the changes in the skeleton in front of him - where does it come from, why does it appear, how does it dissipate and then reunite again and again? Can it be interrupted? How many times can it be reunited? Each time it reunites
Afterwards, the strength is even greater than before... by how much?
Fighting is sometimes just a process of validating your thinking.
Click! Click! Click!
This time Jiang Wang did not completely chop the skeleton into pieces, but the completely separated bones were still reunited in some way that he could not detect yet - there was a joint bone among them that he had stepped on deliberately.
On the soles of the boots, what was covered with Dao Yuan disappeared without a trace, returning to the reunited skeletons.
This time, the skeleton has red blood streaks in addition to the white bones, and its shape is strange and sinister. It holds a long bow in its hand, with the spine as the bow body and the blood vessels as the long strings.
There are also three long arrows, three medium-long arrows, and three short arrows... The nine arrows are held together, all on the string.
In the blue and black blood vessels, blood surged like a tide.
Rumble!
Then the bone arrow was lifted from the string!
Jiang Wang controlled Zhu Dali's body, moved his body lightly, and walked with arrows in front of him.
This is indeed a ferocious archery skill, but compared with Li Fengyao and Li Longchuan, it is far behind.
Ding!
The pale bone arrow with bloodshot eyes was nailed to the sideways blade.
Zhu Dali's fat body took a step back, his long knife still trembling.
It's not that this arrow is very powerful, but it is indeed close to the ultimate power of the demon general level. It is beyond the reach of Zhu Dali's own strength.
Skeletons are getting stronger and stronger!
Even Zhu Dali has a clear feeling about this.
But he felt that he was still moving forward, strolling through the courtyard amidst the ear-piercing screams. He just casually shook his head, and the arrow grazed the fat on his cheek.
Another leap forward, the frosty wind passed over the blade...
Once the frost wind passes, everything will wither, even the bone meal will no longer exist.
Can they still be reunited?
Still possible!
This time, there was no longer even a trace. A monster with decayed flesh and bones and a dilapidated skin appeared out of thin air.
Her gender is unclear, her face is blurred, and she doesn't have much meat on her body, but she has a pair of hands with clear joints and clear texture.
The evil spirit of blood rose up around him, rising into the sky and gathering clouds.
A pair of hands reached up to the sky, and when they came down, they pulled out a bloody sword twisted black.
The body spins like electricity, with a sword in the throat!
For a moment, Zhu Dali thought he was going to die on the spot, without any reason. But after a blink of an eye, he saw that his long knife had cut off the opponent's head.
The evolution of the battle to this moment was completely beyond his understanding. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not capture its subtlety.
But the skeleton actually resurrected from death and became stronger again.
This time, let alone the Taiping ghost, even a well-informed Taoist master like Taiping himself would be surprised.
Because what appeared in front of him at this time was a haggard and aging monster with a rotten appearance and a rickety body, but the outline could vaguely be seen... the appearance of a pig Dali!
The sickly and thin version, the aging version of Zhu Dali.
And he also made a sound for the first time. His old and painful voice sang, and the song said——
"What sorrow is there in life, what hatred is there in death. Immortality is in the Fountain of Youth!"