No one said any more nonsense and continued to chase deep into the gold-selling nest. They had no clue where the big pangolin was, and the situation inside was definitely turbulent and dangerous. www,QuAnBen-XIaoShuo,Com
There were still two rag dolls at the front, followed by Wen Leyang taking the lead, and at the end was Luo Wanggen, the zombie who could release the flying sword.
After walking a few steps, Wen Buzuo became bored again and walked to Luo Wanggen: "Brother, what's wrong with you, a zombie? You can also let go of your sword?"
Luo Wanggen smiled proudly: "In reply to Brother Wen, this corpse..." He suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "It's the corpse of a monk! It took a lot of effort in Crow Ridge to find him, but finally he was found. He dug out his cave and dug it out for us along with the magic weapon. After being refined, he is much smarter than the average corpse evil spirit and can barely summon the magic weapon!"
Wen Buzuo's eyes widened, he raised his thumb and praised sincerely: "How tall, the body of the master monk!" After saying that, he slapped his thigh suddenly: "If I had known that we could snatch away the body of Master Zique, if I could make it Now, we have nothing to fear from anyone in the Five Fortunes!"
Luo Wanggen, who had always been shy, actually showed a look of pity, and sighed sadly: "Yes, that is good material..."
Wen Buzuo continued to talk nonsense: "Let's take control of Zique's body first, and then help it get it back. Hey, the sun and the moon can't do it!"
Jade Dao Huanhuan opened his mouth and cursed angrily: "Two idiots who don't know the heights of heaven and earth! Do you want to cook an elephant using the same fire as frying melon seeds? That Shi Sha is a minor character. When he was alive, he was not as good as a purple bird. Little finger, that’s why you can control your body!”
Luo Wanggen chuckled, knowing that what he said about the jade sword wrapping ring was right. This corpse evil was actually the family's experimental product. He knew how difficult it was to refine it. It took almost all the masters from the family to work together and work together to achieve success. , the mana of this unlucky guy would never have been too high during his lifetime, otherwise the flying sword would not be rusty.
Of course, Wen Budo refused to be soft-spoken and said coldly: "The special skills of our three families are all inherited from Master Tuo Xie. With his old man's skills, he can beat you ten or eight times without delaying your meal!"
Jade Dao Baohuan laughed angrily: "Boy Tuo Xie's skills are certainly good, but his arrogant face has been completely disgraced by you disciples! When it comes to skills, you can't even get rid of the mud in his shoe pits. Can't compare!" After saying that, he felt that the impact was too big, so he quickly added with a smile: "Only Wen Leyang is pretty good."
The skin of Wen Le Yang Di opens and closes in an orderly manner. Quietly feeling the lifeless surroundings. Nothing has been discovered yet. I heard the topic was brought to me. He replied with a wry smile: "We are naturally incomparable to Master Tuo Xie."
Ahead was still a dull and lifeless vast open space. Go deeper and deeper. The color of boulders and trees also becomes more like metal. The shape is also getting sharper. Gradually, sharp edges appeared on the stones. The trees are also narrow at the top and thick at the bottom. It's like a long shuttle pointing to heaven and earth.
These soil, rocks and plants have been invaded by the momentum of the Jinwo for thousands of years. All have been sharpened. Smaller stones were simply sharpened into sharp knives inserted into the ground. Occasionally there is a clear earthquake sound. It's chilling to the ears.
Wen Leyang carried Xiao Yi on his back again. Wen Buzuo said with a smile from the side: "Girl. Brother Qianming will give you a saddle. There are also riding boots and a whip. A complete set!"
Wen Leyang was angry and funny: "By the way, you can buy a pair of horse bridles yourself."
Since leaving that messy place. Nothing unusual happened along the way. A group of people were talking and laughing. The spirit did not dare to relax at all. It's not too fast to walk. The land of Pinjinwo is boundless. It seems there will never be an end.
Wen Leyang didn't dare to leave as soon as it got dark, so Wen Buzuo found a stone nest to set up camp.
Except for Xiao Yi, who had no skills at all and couldn't hold on to sleep early, everyone else was not sleepy at all. They were discussing the weirdness here in a low voice. According to the words of the ugly man Qin Zhui and what they saw on the road, the sales volume was There should be a group of indigenous people in Jinwo, and now some outsiders are coming. I don’t know which side the giant pangolin belongs to.
The more people talked, the more they became confused. Apart from the fact that someone was fighting, no one knew anything else. He listed countless possibilities with equal opportunities. Finally, Jade Dao Huanhuan became impatient and simply changed the topic and asked Wen Leyang: "Boy, I don't understand, it's all Tuo Xie Chuanren, why are they so different from you?"
Wen Leyang explained the process of practicing Wen Lazi Kung Fu in detail. After he finished speaking, he asked: "You said that my skills are the same as those of Master Tuo Xie. Could it be said that ancestor Wen Lazi's enlightenment of the earth skills was the master's ability back then?"
The jade knife wrapped in the ring was amazed for a long time. Then he explained: "It's not that the techniques are the same, it's that the methods are the same! Tuo Xie also relied on your weird boxing techniques back then..."
Wen Leyang said with a smile: "It's a wrong punch, a skill left by Master Tuo Xie."
"Well, Tuo Xie relied on wrong punches to break other people's magic weapons and spells back then. The power contained in wrong punches was not only much stronger than yours now, but also had a different meaning!" He paused for a moment before continuing to ask. : "What about the other two families? Are they also descendants of Tuo Xie?"
Wen Leyang nodded and briefly explained the three unique skills Wen Miaoluo inherited from Tuo Xie.
Jade Sword Wrapping Huan was silent for a while this time before slowly speaking: "No reason, three apprentices, three methods... Did Master Tuo Xie back then..." He suddenly let out a sigh in the middle of the sentence and cursed at Wen Leyang. : "From now on, don't be in front of me, Master Tuoxie, Master Tuoxie is long, Master Tuoxie is short, I will let you take care of me..."
Wen Buzuo tried his best to lower his voice and let out a gurgling laugh, extremely happy: "Baohuan, if you join our Tuoxie Sect, you will be considered my junior..."
Everyone laughed in a low voice, and even the silly corpse demon forced a smile on its black and stiff face. At this moment, there was a sudden scream like a dying night owl. , came from afar. In the still and lifeless night, it seems particularly harsh!
Everyone immediately stopped talking, Xiao Yi was also awakened, and opened his eyes suddenly, his big eyes full of fear.
Wen Leyang jumped up and took a few steps towards the direction of the sound. He then stopped and hesitated with a frown on his face. He was worried about letting these people go, but he had to keep them with him. None of them could hide the spiritual consciousness of the monks.
The jade sword wrapped in the ring said: "Don't worry! The gold industry is filled with hardened gold. The spiritual consciousness of ordinary monks here is inferior to the natural hearing and eyesight. Let's go together!"
Wen Leyang was stunned. After he entered the depths of the gold-selling nest, he only felt that the gold here was so strong that it seemed like sharp razors were slowly and silently rubbing against his skin all the time. But his spiritual sense was not affected at all.
Bao Huan knew what he was thinking: "Your skills are incompatible with heaven and earth, and your strong momentum will not hinder you. The monks are just the opposite. It doesn't matter in other places, but it won't work here!"
Wen Leyang nodded happily. A few years ago, when he was on Zhanyan Peak, a master from the Great Compassion Temple used his Heavenly Eyes to seal the eyesight and spiritual awareness of all casual cultivators, and he unexpectedly discovered that his own spiritual sense was only unimpeded. The path leading to the ancient cave. Finally found the civet. The situation now should be similar to that at the beginning. The monk's spiritual consciousness was blocked by the quenching force of Pinjin Nest, but his 36° circular movie played normally.
Wen Leyang carried Xiao Yi on his back and walked in the team. A group of people were faster than civets and more agile than poisonous snakes, and they walked quickly towards the place where the sound came from.
Shisha was very serious and wanted to carry his big luggage, but Luo Wanggen dragged him away.
The screams did not stop, and the screams of pain echoed with the harshness of the land of gold, like awls that kept digging into everyone's eardrums. Wen Buzuo quickly caught up with Wen Leyang: "Something's wrong! It seems to be to lure us there!"
But Bao Huan chuckled and said: "It's not like you're trying to lure us, so stop talking nonsense and hurry up. There will definitely be a good show!"
Wen Buzuo, on the other hand, insisted not to sneak in from the front, and finally led everyone in a big circle and went around from the side.
The screams became louder and clearer. After sneaking for a while, a bright bonfire appeared unabashedly in everyone's sight. Everyone lay on the ground, each using their own stealth skills. The Wen family members They lie on their stomachs like lizards, while Miao people lie on their sides like swimming fish. This was the first time Wen Leyang had seen the Luo family's stealth skills. They were lying on the ground with their faces facing the sky. Both Luo Wanggen and Zisha looked like hanged ghosts, as if the black and white impermanence had already put a life-threatening lock on them. He grabbed their necks and was dragging them forward step by step. No movement could be seen at all, but he was really moving straight towards the destination...
Wen Leyang slowly approached and was finally able to clearly see what was going on in the bonfire. I just felt goosebumps spread quickly along my spine to both sides. Xiao Yi kept lying on his back. At this moment, he also covered his mouth with the little hand in the air, and closed his big eyes tightly, not daring to look anymore!
The jade sword wrapped in a ring sent a message to everyone: "Don't move. It's a sorcery. That person is dead and cannot be saved!"
In the center of the bonfire, a head is lying on its back. Under the head is a painting of Bai Juan. A body is painted on the white silk, which is connected to the head. The head is connected to the scroll, and it even blinks from time to time. Make various expressions of pain.
A headless corpse was placed next to the head, which seemed to be his real body.
A man with gnarled muscles smiled and whipped the headless corpse with a whip. Every time he was whipped, the head would let out a shrill scream.
There were still a few people standing in the bonfire. When Wen Leyang cast his gaze over, his body was shocked again. One of them he had seen was Leyang Wen, the son of the Leyang family in Huacheng, the number one family of casual cultivators in the world.
When Wen Leyang first went to Mount Emei to look for the four elders, he met Leyang Wen once on Zhanyan Peak. Firstly, Leyang Wen and Wen Leyang were masters of the Great Compassion Temple, and their ability to mobilize the power of mountains with their paintings was amazing. Secondly, their names sounded like close relatives, so Wen Leyang was deeply impressed by him.
Leyang Wen, who is as short as a winter melon, is still dressed like a socialite, wearing black clothes and black trousers with a small bag under his arm, short green stubble hair on his head, and a snake oil smile on his face. Beside him were several muscular men and an old man.
The old man's beard is all white, and his white hair is long and messy. It is stubbed casually on his shoulders. At first glance, he looks like an artist.
Their attention was focused on the depths of Pinjin Nest, where the old man and Short Winter Melon Leyang Wen showed their side faces and were whispering something. If Wen Leyang hadn't gone around in a circle under Wen Budo's leadership and sneaked over, he could only see the backs of these people's heads, but now he could see their side faces clearly.
Bao Huan sent a message to everyone: "I'm stunned. Something will happen soon! Especially Wen Bu, if you dare to fart, my ancestor will chop you alive!"
Wen Buzu's eyes widened. I couldn't speak back because I couldn't communicate. My breath was stuck in my throat and I couldn't get in or out. Apart from facing the four old men of the Wen family, this was the first time in my life that I didn't speak back when I was scolded.
Sure enough, it didn't take much time. Suddenly there was a cool sound of swords in the air, and a small flying sword trembled from the depths of Pinjin Nest and kept flying in front of the bonfire. Every time it was swung, it would leave a black line in the air. On the scar, a line of big characters was scratched out in just a moment: Fanatic, what do you want!
The words shimmered with a cold air, lingering in the air for a long time. The flying sword made a loud sound after leaving the words. As if asking a question.
Leyangwen showed a mocking look on his face, ignored the flying sword passing the message, and turned to look at the man who was beating the corpse. Speaking fluently in Jingkou Pianzi: "Liu'er, what's wrong with you because you didn't have dinner?"
The big man agreed loudly and waved the whip in his hand even more quickly!
Feijian paused, stopped hissing, and immediately turned around and flew away without anyone present trying to stop it.
After a while, an angry and thunderous voice came from the sky: "Crazy man! You broke into the important land of Qilian Immortal Sect without permission and hurt my disciples of Qilian Immortal Sect!"
Wen Leyang was shocked. The whole world thought that the Linglong Ice in Qilian Mountain had been destroyed. There was no one left in the Qilian Immortal Sect. Unexpectedly, their descendant actually hid deep in the gold-selling nest.
Leyang Wen didn't speak at all, and waved to the man who was wielding the whip. The big man sped up his movements again, the crack of the long whip, the sound of broken bones and flesh merged with the screams in the human head.
Wen Leyang narrowed his eyes, turned his hands slowly, and was about to take the big speaker from Xiao Yi's hand, when his eyes suddenly lit up. A brilliant sword flower burst through the air, shattering the thick darkness in an instant. The light of the bonfire suddenly became dimmer than the bright and dazzling sword flower!
Immediately, the dazzling light dimmed, and when the sword flower dispersed, there were five middle-aged Taoist priests in the center of the bonfire!
Bao Huan smiled contemptuously: "Qilian Immortal Sect is still so hopeless! This kind of deception will only make experts laugh!" Then he sent a message to Wen Leyang to explain: "Jianhua is Jianhua, they are they, it is a trick. It’s not a spell!”
Wen Leyang couldn't laugh or cry and said: There is a chance to learn this trick.
People who paint cities don’t have such a good eye. There was a sharp flash of swords in front of him, and then five old Taoists appeared out of thin air. I thought it was a true sword-wielding exercise. This kind of cultivation can only be achieved by refining the body to become the same as the soul. It is both virtual and real, so that it can be attached to the flying sword, and it can go to the ends of the world. This is a method that only the legendary sword fairy has.
The man who was beating the corpse immediately threw down his whip and ran to the owner's side. Leyang Wen's face was also filled with surprise and uncertainty. He never expected that there would be legendary sword immortals in the Qilian Immortal Sect, and there were five of them at once. With such strength, they could establish the Earth Federation.
Leyang Wen, the son of the Painting City, pulled the old man Bai and wanted to take a few steps back. Unexpectedly, the old man shook his sleeve and threw his hand away, scolding: "The people of the Painting City don't know how to write the word retreat!" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly There was a muffled sound like a watermelon being smashed. The man who had just ran back and whipped the corpse had a line of ink smeared on his eyebrows by the old man. Then from the direction of the ink, the big man's head immediately split into two halves!
Old Man Bai snorted again: "Useless slave!"
Leyangwen stood next to the old man, his face quickly returned to normal. After his eyes flickered for a moment, he seemed to have figured out something. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward, speaking in a Jianghu accent and facing the five livid faces. The old Taoist smiled: "Finally, several immortal elders showed up. We have been walking hard all the way, just to see you, but these traitors blocked it..."
"Shut up, you smooth-talking fanatic!" An old Taoist was furious. He waved his finger at the picture scroll with heads on the ground. Changjuan, who had the body drawn on it, immediately twisted in pain and screamed in agony. Countless flames broke out and soon turned into ashes.
The head let out a long sigh of relief, closed its eyes and became silent again.
Leyang Wen smiled: "immortal, please calm down. This boy obstructed our pilgrimage to the immortal. Now he has received the death penalty..."
The old Taoist suddenly took a long breath, his furious face quickly calmed down, and he coldly asked Donggua Leyang Wen: "The Qilian Immortal Sect has long retreated into the mountains and no longer cares about the affairs of the world, but your group of people broke in Why did you hurt my disciple in the forbidden area?"
Wen Leyang and Wen Buzuo next to him looked at each other. Both of them sighed inwardly. The old Taoist is trying to force someone to do something, and they are torturing your disciples in front of them. Now you are asking them why in a leisurely manner. Anyone else would have beaten him alive first and then forced him to confess.
Sure enough, the short winter melon Leyang Wen smiled more confidently: "Sword Immortals are all good-tempered, so why do you ask questions knowingly? If you can't be the master, you can ask the head of the Immortal Sect to speak. However, among the five, you have to stay The next one, take his place!" He pointed to the Qilian disciple on the ground who was already dead among the corpses: "Let's discuss it, whoever can be left behind, it doesn't matter to us."
The angry look on the old Taoist's face flashed over before he could speak. Suddenly, an indignant voice rose from behind the people in the painting city: "How can the Taoists in the world tolerate Xiaoxiao's disrespect?" Immediately, an emerald green flying sword roared into the air, fiercely. The earth sword energy flows. The two muscular men had their heads chopped off before they could even scream! Leyang Wen was shocked. He didn't expect that there was an enemy ambushing him behind him. He yelled and cursed: "Where did you get that bitch from!" He showed off a bald-hair pen. His hands were turning like wheels, a long damask rose into the air, and the bald-haired brush pointed at Changjuan and continued to calligraphy and painting!
There are dots of pictures on the long silk, and what Le Yangwen outlines with thick brushstrokes is a huge spiritual snake! Chang Ling suddenly came to life under Le Yang's warm brushwork, rolling around and flying in the air, entangled with the green flying sword!
Following the flying sword, an old Taoist wearing an apricot-yellow robe jumped out, holding sword skills in his hand to direct the flying sword. He yelled loudly and angrily: "The three-way real person guarding the lantern on the Goose and Sheep Road! Unexpectedly, the painting city is full of evildoers, and the righteous people in the world must punish them together!"
The short winter melon Leyang Wen showed no sign of weakness, and retorted with a sneer: "Isn't it too late for Immortal Santong to lie down for a long time before he comes out and sells favors?"
Wen Leyang glanced at Wen Budo with admiration. If he hadn't insisted on going around and walked around to the side of the people in the painting city, he would have bumped into this old goose and sheep Taoist.
Wen Leyang has never seen the real person guarding the lamp. There was no such person who went to Jiuding Mountain not long ago. Judging from the name, he should be of the same generation as the head of Eyangdao, Sanwei. I don't know when I also entered the gold selling nest. Apparently he was also attracted by the screams, but the hiding places of both parties were far away, and Wen Leyang's spiritual consciousness was unable to detect him due to the limited distance.
Wen Leyang didn't have a good impression of Goeyang Tao at first, but when he saw that the Taoist priests of Qilian Immortal Sect were weak and bullied, and the gooseyang master acted righteously, he felt sincerely happy in his heart. Wen Buzuo, on the other hand, was trying his best to hold back his laughter, as if he didn't care about what was happening in front of him at all. He struggled to make a complicated set of mouth gestures to Wen Leyang, and Wen Leyang didn't understand it even after repeating it several times.
In the end, the jade sword wrapped in a ring sent a message to everyone: "What he said is: This old Taoist is from the Plumbing Duke! I can read lips. What is the Plumbing Duke? Is it an official title?"
Not only Wen Leyang. Suddenly everyone almost laughed out loud. It was very hard to hold it all in, suppressing the trembling of the body. The tee is indeed the professional counterpart of the plumber.
Wen Leyang suddenly felt that when Xiao Yi on his back was holding back his laughter, his small body suddenly became soft, and he felt itchy in his heart. If there hadn't been another roar of thunder in front of him, he wouldn't have been there. Know when to let your mind wander.
Le Yangwen, a painter from the city of Hua Cheng, has great attainments in the magical power of pen and ink. On Zhanyan Peak, he independently fought against the Shili Temple of the Great Compassion Temple. At that time, they were evenly matched. Now he uses his brush to outline the Changjuan Spirit Snake, which is no problem against the Taoist priest Eyang. Don't fall behind.
The muscular men following Le Yangwen were not weaklings, especially an old white artist with a pale face, who seemed to be an elder in the painting city.
Several muscular men showed their magic weapons and surrounded the enemy one after another. Master Santong was not in a hurry, holding the sword technique in his hands, but a joyful smile bloomed on his mighty face, and he shouted loudly: " I'm so happy!"
Several muscular men were stunned, and couldn't help but laugh along with the old man. But as soon as the laughter came out, it immediately turned into earth-shattering screams, and blood suddenly spurted out from their seven orifices!
Leyang Wen also seemed to be no match for the magical power of Geeyang's smile. The muscles on his face were twitching as he tried his best to suppress his smile.
The old man from Huacheng, who was confronting the five Qilian Immortal Sects, was concerned about Le Yangwen and ignored the enemy in front of him. He shouted loudly and turned around to pounce on Zhendeng Zhenren.
But what surprised everyone was that the five veterans of the Qilian Immortal Sect did not take advantage of this perfect opportunity to join forces to kill the enemy. Instead, they packed up the corpses of their disciples and turned around and left!
Wen Leyang felt angry and strange at the same time. If this was the case, why did these five old Taoists come here, just to collect the corpses for their disciples? (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)