Buer’s Grand Dao Chapter 435: How much life is happy, how many hardships people can do endlessly
(1)
"Don't look at it," Yugu said: "The ancient city will open soon-this sign can't be more obvious."
She is sitting cross-legged in a prohibition that isolates magical power fluctuations, her hands reaching forward, palms facing each other. A purple censer floated between the palms. The scent of fragrance overflowed from the incense burner. Kui Mufeng took a sip and only felt numb. This raised his vigilance-with Yugu, you never know what abacus is in her mind.
He stood by the window for a while, breathing in the fresh air outside, and the crowd on the street gradually dispersed.
At the moment when a new adventure is about to begin, his heart is not calm. Sometimes he thinks about what he is doing. The power of the ancient city can revive the master and Li Youran. After the resurrection, should we stay away from the cruel world and find a paradise to hide in.
He tried hard to track down the person who framed him. But when I checked, I found that things were far from simple. The horns were involved, but they only helped. Behind the disappearance of "Solitary Dark Dog" is the game between the two super factions of Endlessly Primordial Sect Wangge and Fuying. It is a game between the old monsters of Dao Comprehension Realm.
Abandon tracing and retaliation?
He stretched out his hands and turned his palm towards himself. The thick calluses like bark are proof of his hard cultivation's. The master of these two hands has a rare talent in the world, but can't decide his own destiny-he will never give up. As long as he stays strong, the truth will come one day. Those who frame themselves will always surface, and they will surely get what they deserve.
The window gradually became quieter.
It's time to go out and see the situation. Sister-in-law's transfiguration technique is very clever and will not be discovered by law enforcement cultivator, which has been repeatedly verified.
He turned and walked away.
"This scent will not make you spermatozoon on the brain." Yu Gu smiled.
"The debris is not long-legged, we stay here, it will not be delivered to you."
"You are going to take a stall on the street to buy," Yugu controlled the incense burner to float upwards, and the temperature in the room suddenly became much higher. I want to dig a few thousand feet underground to see if there are shrivelled bodies of blood sacrificed people."
"No matter what, I won't cause trouble." Kui Mufeng took a few steps and opened the door: "I'm not going to think about the idea of defeating the world coach."
Yu Gu laughed a little, "An old senior who has lived for more than 10,000 years should still be trusted."
Kui Mufeng still opened the door and walked out.
"I'm used to relying on myself." His voice came back from outside the door.
(2)
In a certain street in Kazakhstan, in front of a slightly old and bald building, Lin An looked around with a roll of paper books.
He read it for a while, then took out the paper book to find a certain paragraph of text, and looked at it several times.
The book says that there was a Buddhist monastery in the city of Kaze monk, named Weixin. He checked the divine ability given by Reincarnation Gu. In the last life, there was a human race traitor who found the fragments of the blood-sacrifice in the old residence of Weshin.
At this time in the last life, Wei Buer did not know which corner of the horns were fooling around, and the city of Kazakhstan was not captured by the Shiying Camp. All things have changed in this world, horned demon in Kaza City is dead, and the human race traitor should have no chance.
He is determined to get this fragment.
The old ghost of Chu Zhi was sent into the ancient city, and the grudges of the master and the apprentices were regarded as a cancellation. Only in this world did he know that no one could survive in the heaven and human realm cultivator in the ancient city this time.
After Chu's death, his brand new life and grand dao have just begun, and everything in the future is worth looking forward to. He will completely forget all the unbearable past and put on the road lightly.
"As recorded in the book, it seems that Weixin's old residence is here."
He looked up at the bald building in front of him—the old house he wanted to come to was believed to have been demolished by horns.
"I am could it be that bad?"
I don’t know what to do, I’d better walk in and see.
This bald corner building recently arranged for three or five negligible sect to enter the Shishiying camp. A duty officer cultivator stood at the door, knowing that he was an apprentice of Chu, and did not hinder much.
He walked in, and there was a smell of musty in it. He certainly knew it was the smell of bald horns. In order to find the debris, he walked through most of the city of Kazakhstan and he was very familiar with this smell.
He walked into the gate, inside the hall, and then the corridor. There were many small doors in the corridor, and behind the door was the living room. There are not many cultivator appearances, most people should hide in the room to appease the wounds of the war. This is the performance of the weak, just as he went forward. He won't now.
This building is newly built by the horns, and should not hide the debris.
"dao friend stay behind,"
He took a passing Spirit Connection Realm cultivator, "Is there anything authentic in this house..."
"You are..." cultivator quickly recognized him, "Oh, you are Lin An...Dao Friend Lin!"
Since he became a cheap apprentice in Chuzhi, this kind of thing is no longer unusual.
"Nice to meet." He said, "Dare to ask your honorary name?"
cultivator was originally crying and mourning a face. After seeing him, his face was a little bit brighter again, "I, my name is Wu, Wu Fan..." It seemed to be ashamed to mention his name.
The smile on his face quickly filled with enthusiasm, "some, some!"
"Yes?" Lin An raised a trace of vigilance in his heart.
"Some are, there are not only tunnels under this house, but also many secret rooms, ground halls...I will take you there?"
"Thank you."
Wu Fan led him back and forth around the ground, the entrance of the tunnel was at the innermost, pressed by a large stone, and the opening mechanism was behind the stone. It was a button with the appearance of a chess piece. Pressing the button, the stone rumbled back three feet, revealing a dark hole.
"When we first came in, we knew there was a big stone here, and no one expected that there would be so many bends under the stone..."
Wu Fanyu ignited a fire in front of him, illuminating the darkness.
"After discovering this tunnel, we reported it. The cultivator of Jiangshiying wrote back that there are tunnels under each building, and it is impossible to connect them together. Battalion joint search... But to be honest, there may be a few horned demons hidden underneath? Who will eat when they are full... Oh, I don’t mean you..."
The two walked in tandem. Wu Fanxu babbled that the set was close, Lin An had a ride and no chat, most of the attention was on the walls on both sides of the tunnel-there were murals on the walls, and the paintings were all horns, fighting, sacrifice, life Scene. This has nothing to do with Weixin monk, he was more and more disappointed.
"Dao Friend Lin, younger brother, younger brother has one thing," Wu Fan said, suddenly spitting out, and people are a bit unnatural. "I want to ask dao friend about the situation..."
Lin An sneered in his heart, and guessed he had nothing to do. These people are good at drilling camps, and they drill when there are seams, which he always despise. He also noticed that several people secretly followed him in the direction of the tunnel entrance. I wonder if he had any sinister intentions with Wu Fan. Anyway, he was ready to kill and kill.
"But it doesn't matter."
He said coldly.
(three)
Hundreds of feet below this bald-angled building, a complex structure with many sophisticated instruments.
"Quick...Quick..." Yan Wei said, pointing at a screen on the wall.
"Your aunt is here?" Zhang Geng lay on the sofa reading a magazine without lifting her eyelids. "Drink more hot water."
Yan Wei said: "You are about to miss a historic moment."
Zhang Geng stood up, walked a few steps to Yan Wei, and looked up-there was a curve monitoring mysterious energy on the screen, which was originally a slowly rising trend, but just in a moment, the curve rose a big Cut, as if the trajectory has been artificially changed.
Zhang Geng looked at it for a while, and noticed that the high point of the curve was not far from a red dot on the ordinate axis. "In this way, the threshold will soon be reached. This means -"
"The ancient city will open within half a month." Yan Wei took a step forward and reached out to touch the light screen. It was obviously cold temperature, but she felt a touch of warmth. As long as the mission of the ancient city is completed, those comrades who have passed away can be resurrected? Col. Chu, Yin Kong, Chen Xiao, Wang Xia, Jie Ge, familiar faces appeared countless times in her dream.
"Some are exciting!"
Zhang Heng got excited, put the magazine down, and walked outside the door.
"Go to Zhao Zhe?" Yan Wei said.
"I don’t know whether her fake skin fragments have succeeded..."
"Come on," Yan Wei said, "You can find a hundred excuses to meet Zhao Zhe."
"You underestimate me too much,"
Zhang Heng stopped and turned his head, "I can still find 10,000 reasons-in order to resurrect our partner."
(four)
The secret room of Yan Wei is thousands of feet down, in a deep tunnel.
The temperature here is ridiculously high, and the soft light of a floating light illuminates the darkness around.
Nan Qiuci is controlling a sword, crashing against the hard rock wall again and again. The clanging metal clashes cut through the tranquility deep underground.
Weimeng looked at Nan Qiuci without blinking. The man in front of him was no longer handsome when he first saw him. He was born with hair and had wrinkles on his face, and the whole person was old.
She found herself more fascinated by him. He originally had a great future ~ IndoMTL.com ~ has amazing talents, and treasures given by God, he could have set foot on the pinnacle of the cultivation world. But for the beloved woman, he gave up everything, desperately, and even feared death.
The ancient city of Kazakhstan is his last hope-she really wants him to realize his wish, he has suffered so much! She was afraid that he really did it. Very scared, what should she do at that time...
"Heng!"
With a loud noise, a large piece of rock was smashed and shattered, dust and debris flew in the tunnel, and the floating lights reflected like a starry river,
Nan Qiuci leaned over and turned the scattered stones several times, but found nothing. The big sweat rolled off his forehead, fell to the ground, and fell into a dust.
"Are you sure you can dig up fragments like this?" he said.
"You never have patience," came the hoarse voice of the ringer in your ear, "Why not hold on for a while?"
Nan Qiuci waved a sword, and the spur of the sword hit the hard rock wall with a sharp and piercing metal impact, venting the anxiety and resentment in his heart, "I am patient, but I am afraid that the ancient city does not."
"It's very," the Zhongzhong person laughed: "It has been waiting for millions of years-maybe it's waiting for you."
Nan Qiuci does not speak again. Although this is unlikely, he really hopes so. He hopes that the silence of the ancient city for millions of years is waiting for his arrival, while waiting for the resurrection of Yuan Ming. He is willing to give all he has for this moment.
Weimeng wiped the sweat on his forehead with take action silk, only a few strokes, and the handkerchief was soaked.
"Would you like to take a break?"
Nan Qiuci ignored it.
"Roar!"
The scarred man rushed out of the dark corner and raised his staff.
Nan Qiuci was taken aback and took a few steps back, his expression was ugly.
"Take a break..."