Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 173: Rainstorms, Jinsuo Zangzhen

Four rains splashed their faces. The gust of wind started. Above the sea. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, intermittently and gradually into a piece, like a huge curtain. Slaughter Haitian.

On the vast sea, the wind pushes the dark clouds to pile up, a dignified and violent feeling gradually emerges, between the dark clouds and the sea, a fiery red streamer, as the blade is crossed, the wind pressure brought on On the surface of the sea, a white wave like a dragon roams.

Among the streamers, Zhang Fan came back suddenly, and heard the distant places faintly. There was more than just laughter. There was nothing but grief and anger, only relief!

In a trance, the woman in purple in the painting appeared in front of her, but the look of the style, but the unwillingness and resoluteness of the heart, but the faintness of reluctance, but faintly happy, Xiru was immersed in the warm embrace of the lover.

But for a moment, Zhang Fan still couldn't help but think of the bold, infatuated, brave man.

A man of the world who once "made a wine glass with his head and drank the blood of his enemies", is his destiny. It is his destiny to be in the world, and he does not want to be a wife and daughter. He is trapped in a corner, drunk and depressed. To mourn the dead wife.

Finally, he burned his life and died tragically, in order to gain the daughter's first life.

Value or not? Admiration or contempt?

Time, but I’m not so sure, Zhang Fan is just regret in my heart, watching this hero fall. How can there be no wine in the hand, if there is no drunk, why sacrifice?

In addition to emotion, she looked down at Jiao Er in her arms, this catty. Thug, Bu girl, just silently looking at his chest with empty eyes. Looking at his expression, it seems that through the infinite space, he can see the back of his father's laughter.

Sighing secretly, the streamer is added, sitting close to the sea, washing like a dragon playing in the water, slapping the waves, and taking the opportunity to go away.

The waves are blundering, the wind is roaring, and the rain is pouring. At the moment when this heaven and earth were overturned, the sea. It also shows its bang.

You Ning Ningbi disappeared, calm and unconscious, above the boundless sea surface, it was dyed like ink, showing a black and heavy color. If you wash away the abyss, there is infinite terror brewing.

The dark clouds lowered down, the deep thunder appeared, and the dazzling electro-optics walked away, majestic and violent, as if all the things between the sea and the sea were to be turned into powder.

"Boom!"

The thick thunder pillar bucket slashed toward the sea, and a red light rubbed its shoulders, and the speed was fast, and even the air full of thunder and lightning was distorted faintly. Into crush.

It was too late. The red light, like the rainbow in this stormy night, had already crossed the sky far. Only the faint image remained, bearing thunderous roar.

When the wind roars and the thunder is over, there are limits to the dark clouds and heavy rain. The fiery red streamer pierces out from under the last cloud layer, and the clouds are as bright as the sun.

Although suddenly bright, Zhang Fan is conscious. The blazing sun was almost empty, and it was almost noon.

Every night I tried my best to escape, the flames of the body gradually thinned out, and finally disappeared; the shield slowly worn away. Even the collapse is Zhang Fan's best support. The rain, still wet the show full of Linger in the arms, the thin yellow shirt was tightly attached to the young body, slightly trembling, and passed clearly through the two layers of thin shirts.

Feel the strange thing in my arms, the lack of spirit strength in the body, after looking around for a while, Zhang Fan lighted up and locked a small island.

Like a meteor, a faint streamer wrapped the two of them and fell into the island.

It’s an island. In fact, Ben looks more like a larger reef. When the waves are large, it will not be more than half.

On the island, small bushes are scattered, scattered berries hanging, occasionally small animals probe the brain, and they are not afraid of people, so they look at the rare visitors so curiously.

The faint sound of water came from a small cave on the side. Upon spiritual sense's exploration, Zhang Fan's face immediately showed a satisfying look, and he didn't look too much, so he embraced Ling'er and walked into the cave shortly. .

As you go farther and farther away, the deeper you go, the cave looks like a large courtyard, and the dome hangs high. The ground is level, which is a good resting place.

What is more satisfying to Zhang Fan is that in the deep corner of the cave, there is still a clear spring full of water, the spring water is clear and bottomed, there are tiny silverfish like chopsticks swimming in it, tumbling and jumping from time to time, out of the sparse Splashes of water.

Feeling the wet clothes in the arms of the little girl, Zhang Fan frowned, put it on the ground, and leaned over and said softly: "Ling'er, you will stay here for a while, and your uncle will come.

"Uh."

Shi Ling'er responded obediently, and then saw him get up and go away, and could not help but timidly said: "Uncle, hurry up, hurry up, come back."

After talking, the little body curled up in the corner. Like a frightened little beast, it is extremely lovable.

Zhang Fan nodded, and quickly responded again, saying: "Uncle will come back soon, Linger don't be afraid."

A few days ago, the little girl’s eyes were blind, but her life and future were all bright. No one had thought that one night would destroy everything. Friends and father fell in front of her. Although they were missing in the eyes, they were afraid that it was clear in their hearts. Very good

With a deep sigh in his heart, he moved and disappeared into the cave.

How can the Zhang Fan feel at ease like this little girl who has just undergone upheaval and stayed alone in the cave? His movements were very fast, but within ten breaths, he had reappeared in the cave. In the hands on his shoulders, there was a large bundle of bushes and a small beast like a roe.

The shrubs are fashionable and moist, and when you enter, a red light flashes over, and you are completely dry. The beast was opened and cleaned when it was captured.

There is enough blood today, and Zhang Fan subconsciously does not want this poor girl to smell any blood again.

"Uncle, you are back!"

When he entered, not at all deliberately concealed his footsteps, and the blind’s ears tended to be better than ordinary people. Ling'er turned his head slightly cutely, and said happily.

The invisible attachment makes the heart of Zhang Fan warm, he smiles slightly, and turns over in his hand. crow nest turned into a piece of red light, covering the whole cave, and since then, it was foolproof.

Following a toss in his hand, a large bundle of dried wood fell. Naturally laid out in the shape of a bonfire, at the same time an ignition star flashed out of his fingers and fell on the wood pile, but for a moment, the bonfire burned and the waves of heat dispelled the last dampness in the cave.

"Ling'er, come and roast the fire!"

After doing this, Zhang Fan took her slender cold hand and led it to the campfire.

Holding his hands together, a fiery heat followed his palm, and instantly dried Linger's clothes. However, the dampness has already entered the bone, but it still needs to be by the campfire, and then the heat is slowly pulled out.

What seems to be very simple on weekdays, when Zhang Fan did it at this time, there was a faint sense of powerlessness

At night, spirit strength was urged to fly in the storm for more than 10,000 miles. He has already consumed spirit strength in his body, but it has just recovered a little. After doing these little things, they dried up again.

After a slight gasp, Zhang Fan moves smoothly. Never showed the weakness in the body at all. Instead, let Ling'er sit next to him as usual, and put the little animal in his hand and put it on the campfire to roast.

Bursts of flesh burst out quickly. Dispersed in the air, caused the two index fingers to move.

Although Fasting Pill is in Zhang Fan, he is never convinced until the last resort or retreat.

The way of cultivation is to transform people into non-human existence step by step. Many things cannot be changed, such as indifference.

When a cultivation has a life span of more than a thousand years or even unlimited, looks at can't produce more than a hundred. For some of the things in his own eyes and meaningless things, he can't be busy all day long. How can he not feel like ants?

Xia Chong can't speak ice, it is a mortal contempt for short life, cultivator regards mortals, and so does it.

Maybe thousands of years later, Zhang Fan can not escape this step, but before that, if possible, he still wants to retain his popularity, diet, and so on.

Remove the clean bamboo leaves that have been prepared. Then the whole small animal was divided into thin slices of meat and spread on it, and a delicious dish was completed.

Two people, big and small, already hungry. It will soon be eaten out.

Here, Linger had eaten more than half of her food. Zhang Fan looked at her quite unexpectedly, not wanting her small belly to be so capable.

As if sensing his gaze, Ling'er bowed his head embarrassedly, and then something seemed to appear, "Ah!"

"Huh?" Zhang Fan gave her a puzzled look. Asked softly, "What's wrong, Ling'er?"

Ling'er unbuttoned his collar and took out a golden lock pendant from the moon-white obscenity, spread it on his palm, and stretched it out in front of Zhang Fan.

At the same time, slightly sadly said: "Daddy just said, let Ling'er give this thing

Master Zhongtian?

Zhang Fan was a little stunned and immediately reacted. The color of ecstasy that was lost and recovered suddenly covered his face.

Take the golden lock from Linger's small hands~IndoMTL.com~ Just started, Zhang Fan knew the secret.

This is a carefully crafted magical item. Its function is similar to cosmos bag, but it is more concealed and safe. there's no is special.

On top of the golden lock, a simple layer of restriction is clothed, and its function is to hide the breath. As long as you don't start and do not deliberately detect, it is fake cultivator, which is also difficult to detect.

It is with this layer of restriction that this golden lock has been kept on Linger's body, and it has never been seen by Divine Night Sect and others.

It's funny to say that the treasure that I have been searching for is in front of my eyes, but I don't see it. In the end, the bamboo basket is empty, but it is cheaper Zhang Fan.

Playing a little, Zhang Fan did not rush to break the lifting the restriction system, and asked Linger softly:

"Ling'er, when did your father give you the golden lock? Did he tell you anything?"

ps: The first chapter is up, old rules, the next chapter is Saturday night (to be continued)