"Ah, hum! Thunder is rolling! The earth is full of fire, and the ten heavenly priests are all coming to worship! This uncle is your ancestor!"
The lunatic young man still shook his head and stomped his feet madly. The wicker in his hand was cut off by him.
Luo Xingchen's brows condensed, only to feel that something was wrong.
If this lunatic is an ordinary person, then these words are not like an ordinary person who has not practiced. This is simply a contradiction.
Luo Xingchen thought deeply again, in this area of a hundred li, except for this mountain village, there is no other place where there are people.
For more than a year, this madman came every three to five, then where did he come from
Also, although the lunatic's words are illogical, and they sound like clouds and mists, they are not clear, but they all seem to be pointing at God.
Perhaps, his madness was due to a huge blow that made him become delirious. What did he experience before
Many questions lingered in Luo Xingchen's heart, and these made him very curious.
"Grandpa, bring it here." The girl held a large bowl in her hand. The bowl was filled with the flesh and blood of the Tyrannosaurus. After being cooked, it immediately became fragrant.
"Wow... It's so fragrant." A little kid couldn't help but leaned forward, and couldn't help but want to eat.
"Go go..." The old man waved his hand, and then took the initiative to bring a bowl of meat to the lunatic: "Hey, brother, don't chant the curse, are you hungry, eat, eat quickly, and leave after eating! "
The lunatic young man turned his head and glanced at the old man coldly, his right hand slowly raised, and then suddenly drew toward the bowl of rice!
"Pop!" The old man shivered, and the bowls and chopsticks fell to pieces.
"Ahem... You!" the old man pointed at the mad young man angrily, and cursed: "You bastard! If you don't eat, you don't eat, what do you do to break my bowl?"
Immediately, the old man squatted on the ground, picked up the pieces distressedly, pouted, and was very angry. For these poor people, brick by brick is hard to come by.
"Huh, Uncle Zhang, you are so benevolent, this guy obviously doesn't know good or bad, let him get out of here! Or break his leg!"
A middle-aged man shouted coldly, and the others were also angrily glaring at the lunatic young man, his actions aroused public outrage.
Luo Xingchen frowned, hugged his arms and remained silent.
"Rolling!" A fresh-spirited young man picked up his broom and shot at the crazy young man!
The lunatic young man ran away, shouting as he ran, "Come on! Protect your car..."
This farce also ended because of this.
Everyone shook their heads pointing, and finally forgot about it.
They began to discuss how delicious the meat Lan Yuan gave them, and they were full after two bites, which was really rare.
Luo Xingchen turned around silently and returned to the room, sat on the floor, bowed his head in thought.
"Hey..." He shook his head, still a little weak at the moment.
He was still wounded, his strength was blocked and he could not use it.
He may be able to use some physical strength now, but that potential will cause joint pain all over the body.
At this time, still think about how to restore strength, a madman, no matter how old he is, what does it have to do with him
Luo Xingchen immediately stopped thinking about it.
At night, Luo Xingchen lay in the yard, and Uncle Li enthusiastically called him to sleep in the house, but he declined.
In the quiet night, Lan Yuan trot lightly and trot all the way to a small hill outside the village. At the foot of the mountain, a pool of bright spring water was flowing rushingly.
The diameter of this spring is about three feet and five feet wide.
In the spring, there is an octagonal rhombus-shaped transparent spar. I don't know when it grew here, and it shone brightly.
Sniffing the smell of this mountain spring, Lan Yuan's eyes brightened a lot.
It has paid too much attention to the progress of Luo Xingchen's injury these days, so even this Lingquan has failed to attract it.
And now, Luo Xingchen has at least woken up, and he can feel relieved in this peaceful place.
It sticks out its tongue and gently sucks the sweet and delicious spring water, as if the child returned to the embrace of the mother.
At the beginning, it was able to thrive by relying on the most spiritual and pure spring in the world. Now, it seems to understand why the spring is born.
The goodness is like water. This spring must be the best in the good. Perhaps the simple villagers nurtured it, or perhaps it created the simple villagers.
Lan Yuan is here, lying on the edge of the mountain spring docilely, and its shadow is reflected in the spring, it is slowly drinking, drinking...
Luo Xingchen released the Great Zhou Tian Pagoda and entered it in the dead of night.
He glanced around, then frowned tightly.
Where is Ling Feng? Wasn't he confined to the first layer of space properly, could it be that he still disappeared
Luo Xingchen thought for a while, stepped into the second level, no results, and reached the third level, no results.
He tossed around, and finally returned to the bottom, standing at the bottom of the empty tower, frowning, a little dazed.
"Shoo!" Suddenly a white light appeared in front of his eyes, his whole body stiffened, and he was stunned.
This dagger was less than an inch from his eyes. He couldn't avoid it. As long as he stabbed a little further, he would become blind.
Luo Xingchen's heart was shocked, because at this moment Ling Feng, one hand behind his back, one hand tightly holding the dagger, just facing his eyes without noticing him.
He was shocked, not because Ling Feng stabbed him, but he didn't feel the slightest breath of Ling Feng at all, but in an instant, Ling Feng seemed to emerge out of thin air, making him defenseless.
Ling Feng maintained the posture of stab him, the dagger stayed in front of his eyes, motionless.
Immediately, Ling Feng shrank his hand, and instantly rotated the handle to insert it straight into the scabbard on his waist.
He knelt on the ground, clasped his fists and lowered his head, and said respectfully: "Master!"
Luo Xingchen was stunned for a long time, then slowly opened his mouth, and said dullly: "Get up..."
Ling Feng stood up, and then stared at Luo Xingchen with concern: "Master, I just tried my new method. Didn't you scare you?"
Luo Xingchen smiled bitterly and scratched his head: "I don't understand how your invisibility can be so perfect. My mental power is not weak, but I still can't even notice the slightest movement..."
Ling Feng said calmly: "Otherwise, what's the point of being invisible?"
Luo Xingchen couldn't calm down for a long time, then he smiled and exclaimed: "Hey... I now understand what killing is invisible."
"Hmph, let me fight Mu Fengling again, I may not lose!"
Luo Xingchen's eyes suddenly widened, staring at Ling Feng steadfastly: "You, you, have you broken through the middle of the spiritual map realm?"
"Yeah." Ling Feng nodded, his eyes filled with confidence.
No one will always lose, as long as you are willing to work hard.
Can't catch up with the opponent, just because the level of effort is not enough.
After that, Ling Feng talked with Luo Xingchen with a lot of doubts, and he gradually understood that this was a sacred artifact of Luo Xingchen, and he was in the sacred artifact space.
Luo Xingchen was also very surprised. He didn't expect that a month later, his injury was still serious, but Ling Feng had already repaired it on his own.
Luo Xingchen once again thought of Fenghenxi's words, the Great Zhou Tian Pagoda, the mystery is endless.
Perhaps this is Ling Feng's chance.
After a long time, the two talked about the same, Luo Xingchen smiled slightly: "Go out and get some air, have you stayed in the tower for so long?"
"Okay!" Ling Feng smiled freely, a little excited in his heart.
The next moment, both of them appeared outside the Zhoutian Tower, and the Great Zhoutian Tower disappeared.
Ling Feng carefully looked at the environment next to him, frowning, and wondering: "Master, where is this place?"
Luo Xingchen smiled and said: "A hidden place, where a group of people live, and the folk customs are simple."
"Wow—"
Suddenly, the howl made both of them frowned.
"What's the matter?" Ling Feng said solemnly.
"I don't know, take a look!" Luo Xingchen ran out the door quickly, and his current speed didn't seem to be that fast.
Ling Feng directly dragged him and leaped away in the air. In a flash, the two of them reached a place a dozen miles outside the village. This was a mountain forest, the forest was pitch black, and the sound of leaves swaying and swaying came from melodiously.
They took every step carefully, and walked slowly along the direction of the sound.
There was a pool of blood on the ground, and the smell seemed to be different from human blood.
Walking forward, a figure appeared in front of him.
A shabby, shabby, bearded young man with disheveled hair was sitting on the ground with his legs spread out, holding a stone in his hand, and lying on the ground indiscriminately.
Next to him, there was the corpse of a wild wolf, which seemed to be breathless, but the bloody limbs seemed to be twitching.
Luo Xingchen's eyes lit up, isn't this just the crazy young man
What is he doing? He killed a wolf
"Huh, the spirit world, the human demons, fight against each other, I am a chess piece!"
Luo Xingchen's eyes flashed, and his ears were pricked up, listening quietly.
The madman murmured this sentence while holding the stone, and then suddenly threw all the stones on his hand.
He stood up, dazed, and walked to the dead wolf with a stern smile: "Brother, get up and play!"
While talking, kicked at the dead wolf corpse with his feet.
"Brother, get up and play! I am your ancestor!" The madman stepped heavily on the wolf's corpse with his feet, gritted his teeth, and said messy and logically chaotic words.
Ling Feng hugged his arms, calmly, he was curious why Luo Xingchen's attitude was so dignified.
In his eyes, this is a lunatic with no strength.
Luo Xingchen stared deeply at the figure of the lunatic youth, feeling more and more wrong in his heart.
"Hahaha..." The lunatic young man stomped the wolf corpse for a long time, but lay on his back on the ground, laughing wildly.
While laughing, he tremblingly said: "I am the Supreme! I am the master, you are all liars, you are also worthy to fight with me? Billow..."
Luo Xingchen listened for a long time, but did not hear any mystery. The madman young man laughed wildly for a long time, his voice stopped suddenly, and his expression became gloomy.
His head slowly turned toward Luo Xingchen, and he twisted it gloomily, and lowered his voice: "Do you know what it feels like to be used by the most trusted person..."
Luo Xingchen's gaze trembled, and his footsteps involuntarily backed away, because at this moment, the lunatic youth's gaze made him panic...