Treading Blood to Sky’s End Chapter 356: Nine Immortals in the Sea of Fog
For the first time, Lao Xu looked at things from Zhang Tianliu's perspective. He found that Zhang Tianliu was in an embarrassing situation. He was the only one among the aliens with a criminal record. All aliens would alienate him, even if they didn't say anything. In terms of behavior, he will also deliberately avoid him and be on guard against him.
Coming here, many aliens have blood on their hands, but that is for survival. The aliens will use self-comfort to wash away their evil deeds, but Zhang Tianliu cannot wash them off.
His concealment and forbearance have always been a form of self-preservation, because when he really faced death, no one would help him.
Lao Xu left disappointed again, but this time he was not decadent.
After returning home, Lao Xu told the strangers one by one about the crisis in Wuhai. The response he received made him understand that Zhang Tianliu's concerns were not unnecessary.
"If Mr. Zhang can't solve the problem, it will be in vain for me to go there." This was Uncle Lian Yang's answer.
"No time." This was Yang Zao's answer.
"Are you sure he is really powerless?" This was Tang Jingcheng's question.
"Well, I'll go back when I have time." Only Boss Mo's words made him feel a little warm.
"Are you kidding me, bitch? How could he be lost in the sea of fog with him? Is he lazy again? He is so arrogant. If you beg him a few more times and flatter him, he will just say it. If you don’t agree, we will solve it secretly.”
Listen to Wang Qi’s words, are they human words?
Do they trust Zhang Tianliu, or do they want to force him to use all his strength to completely grasp his true and falsehoods.
Perhaps Zhang Tianliu will die together with the Siren, and dying here is the best ending!
In the past, he was a wolf among the sheep, but now he is a lone wolf outside the pack.
Because of his presence, many strangers do not want to come to Wuhai. They can be forced to cooperate, but they will never take the initiative to join forces with him.
The situation in Wuhai Nanshan is getting worse and worse. There are no strangers and no Jade Realm. Even if there are tens of thousands of Gui Zhen, there is no use for hundreds of thousands of warriors and hundreds of Yingtian.
Going up means risking death, and barely resisting is a drop in the bucket.
"Senior Ke hasn't come out of seclusion yet?"
“I don’t know whether there is retreat or not.”
"What do you mean by this! Do you think Senior Ke will abandon us?"
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"You..."
Seeing that a monk was about to start a fight, the people nearby immediately stopped him.
"Stop arguing, the fog sea can't be defended anymore. Let's leave as soon as possible, keep useful bodies, practice hard, and we will regain the fallen land one day."
More and more monks left, staying away from the roar of Nanshan.
My ears are at peace, but the loss in my heart cannot be filled.
Escape this time, what about next time?
How many times can you escape?
Lao Xu packed up his things, put them in the dog cart, and looked up at Tingyulou for the last time.
"More than half a century, so fast." The aunt looked at the foggy streets with disappointment in her eyes.
"I hope I can come back and take a look." Lao Xu said and got into the dog carriage with his wife.
"It's good to go, little brother." The owner of the wine shop threw a pot of wine to Lao Xu.
"What is this, boss?" Lao Xu was a little confused.
"Practice wine, it's free." The wine shop owner smiled and stroked his beard.
"Thank you." Lao Xu said, and the dog cart continued to move forward.
On the way out of the town, he saw the bosses and shopkeepers of several shops coming out, but they didn't carry any baggage, and they didn't look like they were leaving.
He realized something, his frown suddenly relaxed, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.
“We haven’t seen each other for five hundred years!”
Lao Xu heard the voice of the owner of the blacksmith shop in front of the town. He turned around and saw a flash of cold light, and then the old blacksmith slowly walked out and walked calmly to the south of the town.
"They are going to take action? Do we want to stay?" Auntie also noticed something unusual.
"No, we are here, they can't do anything. For some people, what they protect is not the mainland, not people, just Wushan, their home!"
Under the wishing tree, Yin Niang looked at the people gathered together, feeling a little lost.
The wine boss, the old blacksmith, Tailor Tao, the old shopkeeper Fang, Wang Dou Li, the antique dealer, the wood dealer, the dog breeder, the post officer, and the benefactor who just came downstairs, Gongziliu.
"Today the Nine Immortals of the Sea of Fog gathered together, and the demons and ghosts escaped without even hearing the news." Zhang Tianliu started talking nonsense as soon as he got downstairs.
Yin Niang was speechless for a moment and said: "Aren't you and Hong Jue the Nine Immortals of Wuhai?"
"That's the Nine Immortals of Wushan, full name, the Nine Immortals of Wushan Sect with Eight Yin and One Yang. It's an ox. It's still one level behind the Nine Immortals of Wuhai. I went here with experience this time."
"I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it. We are all seniors of Fang, so how dare we be friends with each other as equals." Mr. Fang, the shopkeeper, looked humble.
"Hey, don't put me in the same category as you guys, please." Tailor Tao was not happy.
Zhang Tianliu grinned and said: "The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body, and you sewed the clothes everyone wears. Can this relationship be separated?" ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏ ~1zщ.còм
Everyone’s foreheads were instantly filled with black lines.
But Tailor Tao chuckled and said, "Okay, if you all call me Sheng Niang, we will be inseparable."
"Stop talking nonsense, take action quickly while no one is around, and make a quick decision." The post officer had a sullen face and headed towards Zhennan first.
The rest followed closely.
The last lumber merchant also said to Zhang Tianliu: "You haven't paid for the last batch of pewter yet, so hurry up and settle the balance."
"I didn't bring any money. You're in such a hurry, why don't you pay with your own hands?"
The timber merchant rolled his eyes at Zhang Tianliu and said, "If you don't pay the balance later, you will never get the goods from me."
Although they were walking, they all seemed to be able to shrink into an inch. In less than a moment, ten figures had appeared on Nanshan Mountain.
Old shopkeeper Fang waved his sleeves to disperse a jet of water flying towards him. He looked left and right with his hands behind his back, and said with a wry smile: "That's a lot!"
Zhang Tianliu said without squinting: "Twenty-three thousand three hundred and seventy-one, as well as six insect demons and four eight-clawed demons, but only two gun-scythe demons are in command, and the rest are with the black sickle army. Together, the distance is relatively far, about one hundred and fifty miles, and we can kill them within half a stick of incense and there is no time for reinforcements."
"Is it enough?" Old shopkeeper Fang looked at the others. He was the lowest among the ten people except Zhang Tianliu, so he didn't have much confidence.
"More than enough. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com" The old blacksmith pulled out the three-foot scimitar from his waist. Just as a cold light flashed out, the others had disappeared.
I saw only a bit of cold light rushing down the mountain, and it had already passed several mountain peaks. Before the gun sickle could barely react at the seaside, the cold light had already rushed into the group of gun sickles, like a dragonfly touching the water and shooting from head to head. The head of the scythe passed by, and then columns of blood gushed out like a spring on the head of the scythe.
The rest of the people have also disappeared, leaving only Zhang Tianliu standing on the bare Nanshan Mountain.
But he did not watch the show. His arms turned into afterimages, and his fingers were shot continuously. The air in front of him continued to make air explosion sounds. The dense spiral energy spread out like pear blossoms in a rainstorm. The energy seemed to have eyes. Specially pick out those gun-scythes that have just finished spitting water jets and haven't had time to shut up.
The gun sickle had no carapace in its mouth and could not withstand Zhang Tianliu's zhenqi threads. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of them died suddenly.
The post officer appeared above the spear and sickle, turned his palm and dropped a seal, engraved with the four words "Determined Immortal Official". This small seal seemed to contain endless power. When it fell on the gun and sickle's head, in an instant, the carapace It exploded and insect blood splattered everywhere.
The Immortal Official Seal flew all the way, and wherever it passed, no spear and sickle could block the blow, and everyone was killed upon contact.
If Zhang Tianliu, the old blacksmith, and the post officer were kind enough to let Qianxi die painlessly, then Tailor Tao, a woman, didn't care how much pain Qianxi would have before his death.
She can thread needles and threads with one hand, obviously she can pierce the skull of the gun sickle and kill him with one blow, but she prefers to use hundreds of needles and threads to connect the gun sickles one by one. When it came out, the coast was covered with mud.
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