'Roar'!
Amidst the hearty roar, a stone giant about ten meters tall flew out of the waterfall.
The stone giant, who was completely naked and had a python skin skirt wrapped around his waist, had no hair on his body, and his whole body was as gray as if it were carved from granite.
He dragged a chain as thick as a water tank with both hands, drew a beautiful arc, rushed out of the huge waterfall, and flew into the deep pool below the waterfall.
Half an hour later, with a loud roar, the stone giant grabbed the chain with both hands and rushed up the river bank in large strides.
He stood firm and dragged hard with his hands. Wisps of light lit up on the gray muscles on his body, and a gray bright light on his chest zoomed in and out rapidly, and a dull heartbeat kept coming.
The surrounding ground trembled slightly, and a powerful force field emerged from the ground, covering the entire stone giant.
The body of the stone giant gradually expanded and quickly increased to about fifteen meters in height. He pulled the iron chain hard with both hands and walked step by step towards the fog knife's stronghold.
The low 'clang' sound of impact kept coming from behind the waterfall, and this sound even drowned out the sound of the huge flowing water of the waterfall.
Not long after, the other three stone giants, carrying big hammers and big iron nails, flew out of the waterfall panting. They followed the iron chain in the hand of the first stone giant and rushed down quickly, stepping on the chain as if they were walking on flat ground.
Only more than a mile away from the Fog Knife stronghold, four stone giants joined forces to fasten the chains to the ground.
Iron nails that are seven or eight meters long are fixed to the huge iron rings. Dozens of these huge iron nails are firmly nailed to the ground, pulling the chains straight and straight.
The chain lit up with a dazzling light, wisps of light flying, and with a dull crashing sound, a series of strange 'cars and boats' rushed out of the waterfall along the thick chain.
The so-called car and ship have strangely shaped gears that are tightly interlocked with chains at the bottom, and a cabin similar to a stealth ship above.
Each vehicle and boat is seven or eight meters wide, more than twenty meters long, and seven or eight meters high. The cars and boats were tightly connected with large iron chains, and the long cars and boats were nearly a kilometer long.
A large number of runes lit up on each car and ship, and in the dancing light, the long car and ship were like a big, colorful centipede, rushing down along the chain.
The closer they got to the Fog Knife camp, large fires erupted from the gears of the vehicles and ships. The speeds of the vehicles and ships gradually slowed down. A large number of doors opened on the bulkheads on both sides, and strong figures sprang out, all wearing black tights. , a fog knife killer carrying a fixed blade on his back.
Such a train and ship transported more than two thousand fog knife killers, thousands of other warriors, and tens of thousands of various slaves at one time.
On the city wall of Fog Knife's stronghold, on top of the only remaining sentry tower, a figure slowly emerged from the air.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Mist Knife wore a cloak, his face hidden in the shadows, and he looked at the messy camp below with his hands behind his back. The fog-blade killers who were clearing the ruins and treating their injured companions in the stronghold looked over if they were aware of it, and then knelt down on one knee silently to salute him.
"What happened?" The cold and sharp voice of Commander Wu Dao resounded for dozens of miles around. Across the wide river, the camp of the Immortality Sect on the other side also heard his cold voice.
A killer captain jumped a few times and brought a stream of afterimages to the bottom of the city wall. He explained in detail the causes and consequences of the attack by a dragon and several large pythons.
He emphatically pointed out that if Wu Tie and Lao Tie hadn't attracted the dragon's attention and even injured the dragon by unknown means, all the living creatures in the entire Fog Knife stronghold would have been devoured by the dragon.
"A... dragon?" There was a hint of joy in the voice of Commander Wu Dao: "What a treasure, what a blessing. I didn't expect that I would have such good luck when I first came here!"
"Call everyone together and let me try what it's like to slay a dragon."
"Although it's just a dragon, it's still a dragon."
"Dragon... Even one scale is a treasure."
After listening to the order of the "Mist Knife" commander, the newly arrived Mist Knife killers and the servant warriors who were here originally took action quickly.
They quickly reorganized their team, assembled the large number of long-range attack weapons they had brought, and tempered all the arrows with secret venom, preparing to follow the "Fog Knife" chief's order to "slay the dragon".
…
There was darkness before my eyes.
In the boundless darkness, someone was faintly chanting a scroll.
The man's voice was gentle, but full of a sense of strength that was upright, upright, and unyielding.
This voice had extremely magical power. Wu Tie felt as if his soul was soaking in warm water. It was very comfortable and useful. He could clearly feel that his soul was getting stronger.
The power of the soul determines the strength of the innate magical power. It is logical that Wu Tie's innate magical power of 'controlling the universe' is also getting stronger.
Although he didn't know what happened, in the darkness, listening to the man's gentle recitation, Wu Tie understood what kind of magical power 'Haoran Zhengqi' was.
Heaven and earth are righteous.
Omnipotent to heaven and earth, omniscient, most rigid and powerful, majestic and majestic.
Haoran's righteousness can be used as an offensive magical power, specifically to restrain all evil forces.
But its greatest use is to temper the soul, improve the essence of the soul, directly connect to the original heart of heaven and earth, and reach the ultimate holy realm of heaven and earth. It is the top and supreme method for cultivating the mind and cultivating virtue.
Wu Tie was in a hurry, and in order to deal with the dragon, he used all the Haoran's righteousness that had just begun to exist in his body... This was like using jade to fight wild dogs, which was completely wrong.
With a desperate blow, all the power in the body was consumed.
Only a trace of soul power remained, most of the blood in the body was burned, and the body was empty, like a piece of old bacon that had been dried.
But it cannot be broken or established. After the soul power is exhausted, the new soul power is refined and condensed several times more than the original soul power under the tempering of Haoran's righteousness. The new soul power has stronger power.
Most of the blood was burned, and the remaining blood glowed with a faint golden light, condensed and heavy, containing stronger power and vitality than the original blood.
There is a familiar heat flowing through the body.
There is constant flow of semen from the mouth, and then it explodes gently in the belly.
Someone was constantly pouring foundation-building potions into Wu Tie.
Wu Tie, whose body was almost drained, gasped with satisfaction as energy continued to be replenished. The bone marrow, which had also undergone subtle changes, continued to create new blood to replenish the loss, and the lost strength continued to recover bit by bit.
In the darkness, the gentle voice gradually became louder.
Then more voices sounded in the darkness, and they echoed the voice, also reciting scriptures that Wu Tie could not hear clearly, let alone understand.
Can't hear clearly, can't understand...
But Wu Tie shed tears inexplicably.
This is a touch that comes from the blood, a touch that travels through time and space and travels through the years. As long as the blood is still passed down, it will not be cut off.
The firewood is passed down from generation to generation.
Whether it was that gentle voice or those mixed voices of men, women, old and young, every sound made Wu Tie feel inexplicably intimate.
In the darkness, the golden ball of light between Wu Tie's eyebrows gradually recovered. The ball of golden light that was originally the size of a thumb has now become the size of a goose egg. The golden light is much thicker than before, and a trace of blood is looming in the golden light.
The darkness shattered and Wu Tie opened his eyes.
There was a bright light in front of him, and the white ceiling radiated bright light. The ceiling, walls, and floor were all spotless.
Wu Tie was lying on his back in the center of the metal hall. Next to him was the equipment for making foundation-building potions. There were more than two hundred empty bottles of foundation-building potion piled up in a mess around him, and several Yuaneng puppets were busy running out with the bottles in their mouths.
Da Tie is a bit of a germaphobe, and he doesn't want to see any garbage in the Ancient God Barracks.
Lao Tie stood in front of Wu Tie, with no expression on his pale and skeletal face. His eyes were filled with blood as he stared straight at Wu Tie.
Logically speaking, Wu Tie could not see any expression on Lao Tie's face.
But his flashing eyes were full of strong emotions.
Wu Tie was startled, jumped up in a hurry, grabbed the tight-fitting armor that was shrunk into a ball beside him, and slapped a Yuan Gang in. White metal juice flowed all over his body, and quickly turned into armor to cover his body.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wu Tie asked Lao Tie a little confused.
Lao Tie's eyes flickered for a while, then he shook his head, yelled "woof, woof" three times, and then laughed.
Smiling with bared teeth, his pale skull face smiled like this, but there was no ferocious look at all. Wu Tie could feel Lao Tie's joy and happiness.
"Nothing, just... inexplicably in a good mood... Although, I have no intention..." Lao Tie tilted his head and looked Wu Tie up and down for a while: "Is it Haoran Zhengqi? Is it really Haoran Zhengqi?"
Without waiting for Wu Tie to answer, Lao Tie murmured: "It seems that one of your ancestors has a scholar... or he was born in a family of scholars..."
"It's good that Haoran is upright." Lao Tie smiled and said: "At least, you don't have to be afraid of ghosts when you walk at night..."
"Ghost?" Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie with wide eyes: "Master Gray has told stories about ghosts, but... I have never seen them. Are there really ghosts in the world?"
Lao Tie shook his head and laughed loudly: "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen them before... who wants to see those ghosts?"
A dozen metal spiders slowly walked over carrying two sharp horns more than three meters long, and dropped the sharp horns at Wu Tie's feet with two "dong dong" sounds.
These are the two horns on the dragon's head.
The dark sharp corners are straight, with circles of fine spiral patterns on them. The tips are extremely sharp, with a hint of cold light.
"It's so tragic. You kid, you're so cruel... and it's such a coincidence."
Lao Tie grinned and smiled happily.
"With just such a punch, it just shattered the skull under the two horns, and the two horns fell off."
"A dragon has at least 30% of its essence in its horns... It must hate you to death."
Wu Tie also smiled triumphantly. Although he had no idea what was going on with the Haoran Zhengqi punch he fired, or the ins and outs of this magical power, he was very satisfied with the power of that punch.
Although after punching out, the whole body's energy and energy were drained, and the feeling of fainting immediately was too uncomfortable.
"But this big guy can't withstand my punch." Wu Tie reached out to grab the dragon horn at his feet and looked at Lao Tie with a smile: "How about we find a way and we can... deal with that big guy?"
Wu Tie looked at the large equipment for making potions next to him.
His ungloved hands grasped the sharp horn that was more than three meters long.
The first phalanx of his left index finger vibrated violently, and the newly born flesh exploded into a ball of blood mist. This phalanx was like a sharp knife cutting tofu, suddenly piercing the dark, strong and sharp flesh. In the dragon's horn.
With a 'pop' sound, the violently vibrating finger bones stimulated the entire dragon horn.
The dragon horn, which was more than three meters long and had the thickness of a bucket at its thickest root, exploded. Large pieces of ashes were scattered, leaving only a little bit of black light like countless fireflies circling and dancing rapidly around Wu Tie's left hand. In just a few breaths, It was swallowed clean by this finger bone.
Wu Tie's eyes widened fiercely, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he screamed in hysterical pain.
The first phalanx of his left index finger was burning, as if a small sun had been swallowed, and the entire phalanx was burning. A strange, terrifying torrent of energy boils and fuses in the entire phalanx. The naked eye can see that black torrents flow continuously from the first phalanx to the second phalanx, to the third phalanx, and then to the corresponding metacarpal bone below. .
Wisps of thin black flames flew out from the first phalanx and penetrated into the adjacent thumb and middle finger.
The flesh on the thumb and middle finger of Wu Tie's left hand was burned to pieces, and the two phalanges of his thumb and the three phalanges of his middle finger were slowly changing color.
When all the black light transformed from the dragon's horns was sucked into the first phalange, Wu Tie's entire left palm was burning.
He screamed in pain and rolled on the ground.
His vision turned black from the pain, and he almost lost his mind from the pain. He suddenly punched forward randomly.
There was a muffled sound, and the largest Yuan Neng puppet ran past him quickly with an empty bottle in its mouth, and was hit by his punch.
On the metal spider's fat belly, a fist mark half an inch deep clearly appeared.
The clear fist print seems to have been carefully carved by master craftsmen, and every detail on the finger bones is so clearly visible.
Lao Tie and Da Tie gasped at the same time. Da Tie quickly spun three times on the spot and yelled "Goo Chi Chi Chi" at Lao Tie.
The blood in Lao Tie's eyes almost solidified.
He muttered a few unknown words to himself, and then nodded sharply: "A dragon horn is like this... So, what if it is the entire dragon's bones?"
"Also, grandpa, I remember that day... this kid's finger seemed to shatter that guy's straight knife, and also swallowed up the metal essence in the straight knife."
"Kill that dragon..."
Lao Tie slapped Da Tie's huge head with his paw: "Besides, are there many mineral deposits here? Let these yuan energy puppets speed up mining!"
"You guy, as an ancient god's military camp... you should also be of some use."
Wu Tie's left palm was burned to the point of being ripped apart and charred, and he fainted from the pain.
Lao Tie grabbed him with a claw and dragged him towards the metal hall where Yang Jian was.
As he walked, he muttered to himself.
"This is a good thing and a bad thing... It won't happen that when he fights in the future, his body will be covered in blood and flesh, right? That would be really... too beautiful..."