Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 52: White Tiger Crack

　　 is leaving.

　　Lao Tie ran to the hall full of crystal **** and muttered to Yang Jian in the crystal ball.

　　 Wutie walked around in several metal halls, gently brushing his fingers across the mirror-like metal walls. He has lived here for such a long time, from a frail child with power that he could not imagine before.

　　He is full of affection for the ancient **** barracks.

　　 The big iron several meters tall is suspended behind Wu Tie, wherever he goes, the big iron will follow, just like a loyal and fat old hound.

　　Datie keeps making a ‘woo woo’ sound.

　　 I don’t know why, he still couldn’t speak like old iron.

　　 He can only express his thoughts with all sorts of weird tones. Wu Tie knew that he was reluctant to part with himself, and he was reluctant to bear with Lao Tie.

　　 However, he couldn't leave the ancient **** barracks.

　　He is the core of the ancient **** barracks and the brain of the ancient **** barracks. After the preparation of the old iron, the metal spiders can leave the ancient **** barracks for hundreds of miles and sway randomly, only the big iron cannot leave.

　　 For many years, many years, the old iron huddled up in the mud and fell asleep.

　　 But Datie is a lonely person wandering in the empty camp of the ancient gods. Day after day, night after night.

　　 Wu Tie couldn't imagine how Da Tie survived such a long time.

　　 Anyway, the entire ancient **** barracks were kept clean and spotless by him.

　　 "We will come back." Wu Tie slapped Datie's hard and smooth cheeks: "Although I don't understand very well... But since Lao Tie lets us leave, then it must make sense."

　　 "We will be back. Definitely."

　　 Wu Tie slapped Da Tie's cheek forcefully, making a crisp sound.

　　 There was a flash of blood in Datie's eyes, he tilted slightly, his eyes stared at Wutie for a while, and his gaze turned to the long spear on Wutie's back. After a while, he suddenly made a sharp ‘oooo’ sound.

　　 The sudden ‘woo woo’ sound was extremely loud and extremely ear-piercing.

　　 Wu Tie was taken aback, and the old Tie who was bidding farewell to Yang Jian in the metal hall also roared in anger: "Big Tie...you brainless bastard, are you crazy?"

　　 "No, you don't have this function... You can't be crazy if you want to be crazy! What are you doing?"

　　 Lao Tie rushed over with a violent wind, but Da Tie screamed "Woo", suddenly turned around, and rushed towards the wall of a metal hall. After a few breaths, he rushed to the wall, and countless thin blood spurted out from his eyes.

　　The blood light imprinted an extremely complicated mark on the metal wall, and a deep roar sounded. The whole wall rose slowly, revealing a small space behind it.

　　 a spear, quietly suspended in a **** light.

　　 Old Tie opened his mouth. He stared blankly at the spear that was pale but scarred by the light of blood, and said nothing for a while.

　　 After a long time, Lao Tie hissed and screamed: "Da Tie, you idiot...you dare to ambush me?"

　　 Datie turned around, glided over quickly, got in front of Wutie and Laotie, muttering in a low voice.

　　 The countless ray of blood in his eyes intertwined with Old Tie's eyes. In a way that Wu Tie couldn't understand, Big Tie transmitted a lot of information to Lao Tie.

　　 "You...forgot..." Lao Tiebai's miserable face has no muscle tissue, so there is no way to make any facial changes.

　　 But listening to his voice, Wu Tie can imagine Old Tie's "blue face" and "black face"!

　　 Probably, when Wu Tie was a child, the two brothers Wu Yin and Wu Tong drank secretly, drank a lot of drunk, and burned down the shack of Wu Jia Shibao small mine slaves. Wu Zhan's face, right?

　　 It was a hearty beating of ‘a filial son under a stick’.

　　 Since then, the two little friends of Wu Yin and Wu Tong who have been mischievous since childhood have become exceptionally well-behaved and motivated.

　　 A touch of sadness burst out suddenly, and Wu Tie's tears burst out suddenly.

　　The faces of Wu Zhan and others flashed past him.

　　 Wu Tie smiled and clenched his fists, and lightly slapped Da Tie’s head: "Old Tie, what I didn’t say, hit him...Ha, can he forget things?"

　　 Old Tie cast a fierce look at Da Tie, and then sighed heavily: "Sure enough, it is an unfinished product that was temporarily adjusted... Your memory... There is a problem... But it doesn't matter, I will find a way. Cure yours and wait for me to come back."

　　 Lao Tie walked towards the space behind the wall. As he walked, he muttered: "Fortunately, because of the relationship between Xiao Tie, you actually touched your emotional module. The strong emotional stimulation makes you remember This piece of information has been forgotten."

　　 "Little guy, is this your good luck... or is it your bad luck?"

　　 Behind the thick metal wall, the space filled with blood is three feet wide, one foot thick, and three feet high.

　　 The spear was suspended in the blood, and Wu Tie carefully followed Lao Tie to the space. He only glanced at the spear, and his eyes were stabbed by the invisible edge of the spear. The pain was unbearable, and two tears came out.

　　 was just a bit of effort, Wu Tie also saw the whole picture of the spear.

　　The gun is about one foot long, and the barrel is smooth, without any decorative lines.

　　 A fiercely shaped head of a white tiger is inlaid on the top of the gun barrel. In the two rows of sharp fangs of the white tiger, the gun heads of a length of two feet and four inches are spit out, reflecting the coldness in the blood.

The spear head of the 　　 spear is shaped like a long sword, with a palm wide at its widest point. It has a sharp shape and can be chopped and pierced.

　　 In the **** light, the spear has countless extremely fine flowing light patterns looming throughout the body, like the unpredictable vortex of flowing clouds in the sky, and like the undercurrent rushing under the sea, better like the countless flowers, birds, insects and fish patterns running fast. Spin.

　　 Take a closer look, the spear is smooth and clean, and it is miserably white without any flickering lines, as if all the thin streamers I saw just now are just illusions.

　　 "Old Iron?" Wu Tie stared at the gun blankly.

　　He feels inexplicably, this gun is very powerful, and... terrible.

　　 It floats quietly in the blood and does not move, like an ancient fierce **** sleeping in a mausoleum. When the time comes, it will wake up from the endless dormancy and devour all the creatures it faces.

　　 This is a murderous soldier through and through.

　　 Two **** of light flowed behind the old iron, and two slender arms stretched out from behind him. He grabbed the murderous soldier with one hand, and with the other hand he grabbed the spear of Wu Tie’s back and pulled out the spear. .

　　 waved two spears with both hands, Lao Tie randomly slashed with the murderous soldier.

　　 silently, Wu Tie’s original spear was cut into two pieces by the sharp edge of the gun head of the murderous soldier, and the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the figure.

　　 The spear head ‘Ding Dong’ dropped to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped after touching Wu Tie’s toes.

　　 "This is..." Wu Tie stared at the murderous soldier with wide eyes.

　　"White Tiger Crack!" Old Tie waved this fierce soldier with both hands, and stabled forward fiercely.

The 　　 spear stabs forward quickly, and the air passes through the head of the white tiger. A violent beast roar rang out, and a large mass of air explodes violently to the surroundings.

　　 Wu Tie snorted, his chest seemed to be smashed with a hammer, and the gold star flashed in front of him, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body was hit by a gas explosion. Flew back ten meters away.

　　 Lao Tie carried the white tiger crack, and swept his backhand, the blood that Wu Tie squirted out was not wasted, all fell on the white tiger crack.

　　 The eyes of the white tiger's skull on the head of the white tiger's cracked gun suddenly lit up, and the two clusters of blood flickered, like two clusters of blood-colored flames embedded in the eye sockets, exuding infinite cold and evil spirits.

　　 From the tip of the gun, a little bit of streamer light like flames, flowing continuously along the barrel of the gun, and soon the streamer covered the entire white tiger crack, and a low roar came from the tiger’s head, and it was shocked. Wu Tie was inexplicably aware that he had a strange connection with this murderous soldier.

　　 Even if he closes his eyes, he can feel the murderous soldier right in front, roaring and shouting to himself.

　　 There are countless people shouting and killing from the white tiger crack.

　　 There is a monstrous evil spirit and blood coming out of thin air.

　　 There are countless figures flickering in front of Wu Tie's eyes. They are holding a unified white tiger crack, roaring wildly, and stabs forward and uniformly.

　　The earth-shaking tiger roar shattered the void, and the various distorted figures in front of those figures disintegrated and shattered, and the earth was blown out of huge holes, and burning boulders roared and fell.

　　 A stalk of a white tiger pierced towards the sky, and a white tiger phantom with its pale head and blood-burning eyes rose into the sky, accompanied by the deafening roar of the tiger. The boulder was blasted to pieces.

　　 The phantom disappeared suddenly, and only the ‘hum’ left over from the tiger roar hovered in the ears.

　　 Wu Tie rubbed his painful chest and stood up, staring at Bai Hucha intently.

　　 "He is, mine?" Wu Tie shivered, walking towards Lao Tie step by step, stretching out his hands instinctively.

　　"This is a gun that belongs to a real soldier." The old iron gripped the white tiger crack and looked at the witch iron deeply. The **** light fell on the witch iron, and the temperature on the witch iron's skin rose rapidly. Sweat dripped from him.

　　"In other words, this is Yang Jian's second weapon." Old Tie said solemnly: "That shameless fellow, he said that True Monarch Xiansheng used a three-pointed two-edged sword... So, he also faked it. A handful of..."

　　 "Actually, the White Tiger Crack, or the White Tiger Crack Kill Gun, or the White Tiger Blood Gun...This is our standard weapon."

　　 "However, even if it is Yang Jian's second weapon, this shot is white tiger cracked, and his material is a hundred times better than my previous shot... a thousand times..."

　　 Wu Tie grabbed Baihu’s cracked gun with both hands.

　　 Old Tie didn't let go, they held the murderous soldier with all four arms at the same time.

　　 Wu Tie and Lao Tie stared at each other. Lao Tie lowered his head, approached Wu Tie, and said in a low voice, "The person holding the white tiger crack...whee...Your kid is not qualified to have a shot now. The white tiger split, let alone the white tiger split with Yang Jian..."

　　 "But, who made you the only candidate now?"

　　"So, this white tiger split is yours... If you want to take the white tiger split from me... you will always, absolutely, not allow it, to insult him... and the group of people he represents Things."

　　 Wu Tie stared straight at Old Tie: "I won't... You teach me!"

　　Old Tie nodded seriously: "I teach you...you will be very bitter...hey."

　　 Old Tie slowly let go of his hand, his movements were very slow, and the blood in his eyes flickered fiercely.

　　 It feels like an exhausted explorer standing on the edge of a cliff, slowly loosening the lifeline that holds the life of his companion under the cliff.

　　 He seemed to loosen not a spear, but a precious life.

　　"Don't insult him." Old Tie murmured to himself: "I didn't expect that Datie guy actually searched him back... Then, you have to work a hundred times."

　　 Wu Tie slowly took over the white tiger crack.

　　 His arms trembled violently, and Wu Tie looked at the murderous soldier in horror.

　　 is heavy, extremely heavy, now that Wu Tie's transport foot Yuan Gang is poured into his body, his power is extremely impressive.

　　 That's the case, he just barely managed to lift this murderous soldier, the white tiger cracked his arms so severely that his bones seemed to be crushed.

　　 A strange message came out of the White Tiger Cleft, and Wu Tie suddenly understood a lot of relevant information.

　　 He let out a deep beating, the golden light on the center of his eyebrows throbbed, and the invisible force field enveloped him.

　　 The white tiger cracked a deep tiger roar, and countless streamers flickered on the surface of the spear. The weight of the spear suddenly became around five or six kilograms, and its length and size perfectly matched Wu Tie's current height.

　　 Waving the white tiger crack with both hands, Wu Tie suddenly stabs.

　　 The air rushed across the tiger's head, and the white tiger cracked just made a faint ‘huh’ sound~IndoMTL.com~ There was no such astonishing power as the tiger roar that Lao Tie had just stabled with all his strength just now.

　　 "Where?" Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie in astonishment.

　　"The strength is too bad...You are not worthy of him..." Old Tie snorted coldly.

　　 Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie with a seemingly understanding, he held the white tiger in his hands and shook fiercely, and listened to the loud sound of the'clanguage' metal crash, and the white tiger's cracked gun rod suddenly retracted into the tiger's head. , The tip of the gun suddenly shrank and rebounded.

　　The cracked white tiger head flew up suddenly, and a white streamer wrapped Wu Tie’s right wrist. After a few clangs, Wu Tie’s right hand had an extra white piece from the wrist to the elbow, which was inlaid. Arm guards with embossed white tiger head.

　　"It's so clever!" Wu Tie was full of praise. He didn't say he had seen such wonderfully changing magic soldiers, he hadn't even heard of them.

　　 "Funny, unseen kid." Old Tie reprimanded loudly. His two arms retracted into his body, and he yelled loudly: "Okay, remember, this is a great weapon... Don't shame him..."

　　"Well, when the murderous soldier is born, it must be sacrificed with blood...Hahaha, where are we going to make trouble, get some guys who don’t know whether they live or die, and sacrifice this baby?"

　　 Lao Tie ‘quack’ smiled, and then suddenly roared a few times, making serious nonsense.

　　The big iron made a low humming sound from the side.

　　 He knew that Wu Tie and Lao Tie were really leaving after taking away the white tiger crack.

　　 The white metal on the big iron cheeks began to melt, and the metal juice formed teardrops, which kept slipping from his metal cheeks, and when it was about to drip to the ground, he was sucked back by his huge head again.

　　 He is, really sad.