Reverend Insanity: Seventy-third: Wang Xiaoer, the Mountain of Sadness
"It's difficult." Fang Yuan sighed deeply.
Almost immediately, the offensive spirit of the outside world is fierce again!
Ghost cold drink: "Fang Yuan, you are so disappointed. When are you going to hide? To tell you the truth, your position has just been calculated by Fairy Lagerstroemia."
"Putting hope on deception, this is purely the behavior of the weak. Hmm, I will arrange for you the Supreme Immortal Embarrassment, it is a pearl secret cast!"
"Come out and fight with me. At least after you die, the world won't say that you are weak and indifferent, bully and hard, and greedy for fear of death."
"Hate!" Wu Shuai ’s thoughts were interrupted, and he could not help but grit his teeth.
Fang Yuan grunted coldly, frowned, and didn't answer. What does fame count for him? Fang Yuan cares about whether the Lagerstroemia indica is really inferred? Or is the ghost deliberately coaxing himself, even the hesitation he just hesitated is acting, the temptation of the other source?
The qihai avatar has left over there. The specific circumstances of Fang Yuan are not clear.
"Even at this moment, the Zhidao Formation over there is still operating. It cannot be ruled out that the Lagerstroemia indica can delay the heavens and the longevity days, and secretly inform the ghost of the results of the calculation in advance. Alas, you can't control these. Yuan sighed, and soon left the question behind.
It's not that he has found the truth, but the current situation of the Dragon Palace, which is already in danger, and he has no choice.
Fang Yuan opens a gap in the portal of Xianqiao and releases the ancient beasts that have been prepared!
Several Archaic Beasts barked and rushed out of the Dragon Palace. Some tried to break down the black air vortex, while the other killed the ghost of the monster.
"It's all useless work." The ghost of Mozun shot, black smoke flying all over his body, setting off a bleak gloom, covering a thousand miles.
His fingers are connected, and each blow is just a smoky smoke. It happens to be extremely fast and powerful. The black smoke hit the Archaic beast, which swelled immediately, and turned into a thick vine-like thick chain of smoke, which imprisoned the Archaic beast.
The archaic beasts struggled, but the black smoke chain was increased by the black smoke vortex. The thicker it became, the tighter it became. The Archaic beasts were still struggling at first, but soon they could not move, they became targets, and then they were swept out of the vortex.
"It's all a trick, you're so disappointed, Fang Yuan." The ghost of Mozun hovered high, looking down at the whirlpool of black smoke beneath his feet.
The eight-turned fairy-tale house dragon palace seems to be a toy. Once he understands the details, he can only play with it and manipulate it in applause.
Wu Shuai gritted his teeth, urging the dream to smoke lightly.
The ghost of Mozun grinned, and spit out a few ball of souls. The soul ball, with its tail in the shape of a puppet, threw a faint phantom in the air, and quickly plunged into the previous Archean beast.
A thin layer of black gas quickly emerged from the Archaic beast. The black smoke chain quickly melted in the black gas, making the black gas more than ten times thicker in the blink of an eye.
The ancient beasts regained their freedom, but roared and killed the dragon palace!
One of the archaic beasts aimed directly at the light smoke in the dream and killed him.
These ancient beasts were all countered by Mozun ghost on the spot.
The light ancient cigarette swept away the ancient beast, Wu Shuai felt deeply weak. Now that the ghost is in control of the battle, with plenty of spare time and initiative, the light smoke killing in the dream can no longer threaten him and become a small trouble.
The ghost of the demon demon now shows these soul-killing tricks, which are all means that Fang Yuan and Wu Shuai have never seen or even heard.
The bottom line of the Ninth Turner is deep!
From the sky, the Dao Dao array is still running endlessly.
The Ziwei fairy sits in the center of the town, and still looks like she is making a full calculation.
Changshengtian and Tianting Zhuxian revolve around Zhidao.
Qin Dingling looked silently at the Dao Dao array, and the news just came from the heaven court. The several remaining immortals successfully suppressed Di Zangsheng.
The Emperor Zang's body began to kill in the airway, and his state fell to the bottom. When Fang Yuan escaped, he abandoned it directly and ignored it. It's not surprising that this time it was suppressed by the court court Xianxian.
From this point, you can also see Fang Yuan's arrogance. He couldn't even take into account the existence of Emperor Zangsheng, which illustrates his weakness at the moment.
This is exactly the fact that made Qin Dingling's opponents kill.
This opportunity is so rare!
After suppressing Nielong, the left-behind Nuxian began to actively repair Tianting Dongtian. The leak was quickly made up, and most of the disaster in Tianting has been counted.
Qing Dingling is relieved, but there are other concerns.
"The ancestors of Qihai went away shortly, according to the speed and direction of the Dragon Palace, at this time have arrived in the intestine gallery, right?" Qin Dingling secretly estimated.
Fang Yuan flees, drives Dragon Palace out of Taigu during the day, and heads directly to Zhongzhou. This made the side of the heavenly court anxious and angry, all worried that their own site would suffer the aftermath of the battle and the loss would be significant.
The intestine gallery is the northern exit of the Sorcerous Mountain Range, but in ancient times, an orc strongman died after being combined with the earth and mountains. It is controlled by Hei Tian Temple, one of the ten ancient schools in Nakasu.
Qin Dingling has already circulated the situation to Hei Tian Temple and asked them to dispatch the Fairy House and move freely around the intestine corridor. If it's cheap, you should shoot. If the enemy is too strong, it is most important to abandon the intestine gallery directly to save your strength.
Hei Tian Temple received the order of the heavenly court. If it was close to the enemy, it quickly mobilized almost all its forces to start the operation.
But they waited, they didn't wait for Dragon Palace and Ghost.
What is unclear to Qin Dingling is that Longgong was cut off by the ghost of Mozun as early as halfway, and it is still over the mountain of grief.
The Griefwind Mountain Range is very vast, stretching over 100,000 miles. Generally speaking, the mountain is gentler than other mountains in Central China. The resources here are not abundant, and many mountain peaks are bare. Therefore, although it is on the edge of Heitian Temple, it has not been valued by Heitian Temple.
The most resource here is the wind tunnel resource. At first, a seven-turned phoenix from Fengyun House came here for many years to do cultivation, and finally broke through in one fell swoop and became the eight-turned phoenix. This man is an old man of grief, but unfortunately his life is long. He was captured by Fang Yuan in the fate of the fate, and then enslaved by the Dragon Palace. In the fierce battle just now, the old man of tragic wind has already fallen.
Not only him, the four dragons will be sacrificed in this battle. Even the strongest emperor, Tibetan student, is now imprisoned by the courts.
Somewhere up in the Griefwind Mountains.
A few juvenile herding sheep are talking.
Only one teenager was bullied. He was the thinnest, and retreated in accusations.
"Wang Xiaoer, this mountain has been covered by us. There is no place for you."
"Hurry us off, the farther you go, the better."
Several teenagers are wearing thick leather jackets, with strong builds and hateful faces.
Wang Xiaoer's clothes are not only patched, they are ragged in many places, like beggars.
He protested weakly: "But my sheep also need to eat grass. If I don't feed the sheep, I will be beaten by my mother-in-law when I go home."
Several teenagers laughed, one of them was the most sturdy and shot fiercely, pushing Wang Xiaoer to the ground.
"Go to the mountain next door to put the sheep, there is still a little grass there. Hurry up! If you don't roll, I will break your leg!" The stout boy threatened fiercely.
Wang Xiaoer was struggling. He didn't dare to protest any more, so he had to drive his little flock of sheep and leave the hill.
He strode young and weak legs and trudged through the poor mountain waters. There was no road on the mountain. Wang Xiaoer often fell and fell on the hard and strange rocks. The sheep behind him walked leisurely.
Wang Xiaoer finally found a small piece of grass. The sheep ran for a while, thirsty and hungry. He didn't need to drive him out, and swarmed up to fight for food.
Wang Xiaoer was so tired that he sat paralyzed on a huge rock, watching the sheep robbery, and lamented in his heart: "Recently, the gusts in the mountains are getting more and more fierce, and the grassland is becoming less and less. So they drove me Don't want my sheep to divide that grass. "
The grass is very small, and the flock eats for a while and then eats it. The stout sheep ate the most, and most of the remaining sheep were still humming hungry.
Wang Xiaoer shook his head endlessly. The grassland in this mountain is scarce and scattered everywhere. To feed these flocks, they have to walk around the hills. Not only is it time consuming, it is also a waste of energy.
"Sheep, sheep, at least you still have food. I've eaten you all today, and I will definitely go back late. I will be beaten and scolded by my grandmother and aunt, I can only eat rice and vegetables."
Even though Zhongzhou is the most developed place in the five domains, life is still hard for the majority of mortals. Insufficient food is common.
Just then, a roaring noise suddenly came.
Wang Xiaoer looked up at the sky, wondering why it was so clear that there were thunders?
Then he gradually opened his mouth and saw a shooting star fall from the sky.
The meteor is getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision, the wind is pressing, the roar is deafening, and the temperature in the air is rising rapidly.
Wang Xiaoer was so scared that he stood still, and the sheep around him felt the crisis, howling and running around.
It's not just sheep, wild animals on the mountain are running around. The originally barren hill suddenly became lively and noisy.
Meteor is getting closer, Wang Xiaoer can see clearly.
This "Meteor" is actually a huge beast like a mountain!
The beast slammed and fell down. Coincidentally, it is the mountain where Wang Xiaoer lives!
The mountain peaks are cracked, the rocks are scattered, the ground is shaking, and the dust is rising.
The small village on the mountain was torn and destroyed in an instant. The screams of people, mixed with savage beasts, followed the wind and waves, and faintly passed to Wang Xiaoer's ears.
Boom, boom, boom ...
In Wang Xiaoer's terrified eyes, huge cracks spread quickly around him and spread quickly around him. The surrounding peaks also cracked and then collapsed one after another.
The teenagers who drove Wang Xiaoer before, so many are killed!
"Are I going to die too?" Wang Xiaoeryi sat on the ground with his buttocks.
He seemed to have been evacuated from all his strength, and could only watch the smoke and smoke in the sky, like a prehistoric monster, to swallow him completely.
In the dust, wind and waves are wrapped in countless gravel.
A piece of gravel hits Wang Xiaoer's forehead.
The last thought before he fainted, but he was wondering how to drop a giant beast from the sky?