Reverend Insanity: Version 883: The soil is the mountain
The sky and the earth are gloomy, dark clouds cover the roof, Wan Lei roars.
The scarlet lightning flashes again and again in the dark billowing smoke cloud, the black cloud swirls the vortex, and the thunderballs fall from the center of the vortex.
The shape of these thunderballs is strange, like ceramic products, as big as a water tank, and shining brightly.
Holocaust Red Porcelain Thunderball Robbery!
The thunder ball smashed down and burst into a crisp explosion.
On the ground, a fairy magpie house silently withstands the damage caused by the explosion of thunderballs. Large pieces of debris are constantly dancing and thrown in the air.
In the fairy house, Wu Shuai endured the thunder in his ears and checked himself first.
He found himself an eight-turned magpie in a dirt path, with wide fingers, a burly figure, and a shirt full of scars.
And not far from him, a fairy fainted on the ground, her face pale, her breath was not only faint, but also strange.
She is urging a healing kill on a certain light path, so she is surrounded by a layer of holy white light. But on her face, bare arms, legs, and feet, there were dark traces like ink lines.
The dark track marks are so strong that they reach the level of nine-turned immortals, forming a track mark halo that can be seen directly by naked eyes.
The cultivation of the fairy is obviously eight turns.
An eight-turn light-path magpie is actually surprised by Wu Shuai who has such a large-scale dark path mark.
What's even more weird is that the dark track marks on the fairy are still changing. Not only is the number constantly increasing, but the position and arrangement are also changing rapidly.
The female fairy moaned, apparently the killing urge was over, the halo on her body suddenly stabilized, and the drastic changes in the undercover road track were temporarily suppressed.
The fairy was sweating, opened her weak eyes, looked at Wu Shuai, and smiled bitterly: "I have no rescue. This is my strongest treatment, but I can only suppress the injury temporarily. Wait until the killing move When the time is up, the horrific power of the injury will erupt. "
"Zheng Yang, my love, I can't stay with you anymore. You have to live well." said the fairy, tears falling.
"No, there must be some way, there must be! You must not give up hope. My Anzu Mountain Fortress has exhausted the immortals in my hands, and the defense power is the first in ancient and modern times. We also If you have time, you should continue to work hard, I will always be with you! "Wu Shuai shouted with tears.
This is, of course, the natural evolution of dreams, not controlled by him.
But after this conversation, Wu Shuai really has control.
"An Tuzhong Mountain Fort? Haven't heard of it ..." Wu Shuai's eyes flashed brilliantly. From the short conversation just now, he constantly analyzed and searched for clues.
He checked himself again.
There is a lot of Baili Xianyuan in Xianqiao, and there are a lot of Fanyu, but there is no Xianyu.
As Zheng Yang said before, he has used all of the fairy tales to build this eight-turn fairy tale house Antu heavy mountain fort.
"That is to say, the most important thing for me to rely on is this broken fairy house?" Wu Shuai suddenly realized that.
He started trying to manipulate this fairy house.
The structure of Antu Chungshan Fort is quite complicated, and it consumes hundreds of millions of tapeworms, of which there are more than twenty centipedes.
Wu Shuai just started to contact, but he couldn't find which one was the core fairy! These immortals are cleverly located and have a mysterious relationship. The design of the entire immortal house is vast and profound, like a towering and majestic mountain range that spreads thousands of miles and is grounded in the sky. The mountains are layered, heavy veins, and they are entangled with each other.
Wu Shuai is like a mortal puppet master. He wants to mine in this mountain range, dig out the minerals he wants, and figure out the connections between these veins.
"It's too difficult to understand this fairy house alone! And I also rely on this fairy house to resist the red porcelain thunder ball!"
Wu Shuai sank in his heart, knowing that he would lose.
Sure enough, the development of the dream is as he expected.
The red porcelain thunderballs are bombarded one after another, Wu Shuai tries to urge the fairy house and repair it.
But to no avail.
He knows too little about this fairy house. Even if he wants to repair it, he doesn't know where to start.
In the end, the red porcelain thunderball blew up Xianxianwu. Together with Wu Shuai and the fairy, they became victims of the thunder.
Out of the dream, Wu Shuai immediately healed himself.
This time, Fang Yuan's body is exploring the dragon and whale's land, and there are sufficient preparations and arrangements before leaving. Not only was the dream beetle handed to Wu Shuai, but there was also a lot of courage.
With courage, Wu Shuai's injury is not a problem.
This dream exploration is different from the original exploration of the Dragon Palace dream. Wu Shuai has many opportunities to return.
The second failure, the third failure, the fourth, the fifth ...
After eight times, Wu Shuai finally had a clearer understanding of this stronghold.
Although this fairy house has not been completely repaired, Wu Shuai's efficiency has been worth the bombing of red porcelain thunderballs.
The black clouds are tumbling in the sky, and the red porcelain thunderballs are gradually thinning until they stop completely.
But in the dark clouds, the second catastrophe began to brew.
The fairy sighed: "Hmm ... I blame me for not listening to your persuasion. Going to find the burial place of the savage demon lord, and this curse has aroused, which has led to constant disaster."
"I deserve it. Zheng Yang, let's go, I don't want to burden you!"
The halo on the fairies' body has clearly faded. And those dark traces are closely arranged, like pieces of black silk sewing a wound, covered with fairy skin and face.
Compared with the previous period, the fairy's breath has declined a lot, and at the same time, the breath is more weird. Not only is the light and dark tangled, a throat knot has actually grown on her neck!
Wu Shuai still has to distinguish the situation of the fairy in the future, and a light rain began to patter in the sky.
Although the rain is small, it is freezing cold, and there is a kind of cold cold spirit.
The irritability and high temperature of the previous thunderball bombing quickly disappeared.
Woohoo ...
The scream of ghosts grows louder from small to large, and quickly soars into the sky.
A grey silk thread, fishing from the dark clouds in the sky, quickly extended to Wu Shuai.
Wu Shuai's heart sank, and he identified these catastrophes: "This is a catastrophe, havoc, ghost, ice, and silkworm! One cataclysm followed by another, and it looks like it will be endless."
Wu Shuai had to bite the bullet and resist these silks.
The red porcelain thunderball bursts wildly, while the ghost silk is feminine.
Wu Shuai suffers no means of attack, and Xianxuwu Antu Zhongshan Fort, which he relies on, is still a little ignorant. At least he has not found any means of attack.
Therefore, Wu Shuai only watched these silks, stretched out in front of them, and continued to infiltrate along the gaps and crevices of the fairy house.
Wu Shuai shot to resist, but Antu Zhongshan Fort has been thoroughly penetrated by silk, and after supporting for a long time, it crashed.
The silk envelops the nymphs, and she also starts with Wu Shuai and wraps the two into strong white silk cocoons.
The next moment, Wu Shuai is expelled from the dream.
This time, he was severely wounded, his eyes were black, his throat rolled, his nausea, and he was unconscious.
"Failing in the ghost silk robbing session, the trauma suffered is ten times more serious than before!" Wu Shuai smiled bitterly. Such an injury, only recuperating, suspending the strategy.
These injuries are on Fang Yuan's body. They can only be considered minor injuries, not serious, and they can continue to explore the dream.
But it's different here in Wu Shuai's avatar.
Wu Shuai's psychic background, although there are 30 million souls, although his practice in the East China Sea has also improved, but it is incomparable with the body.
Wu Shuai is a dragon, and he follows slavery. Soul Taoism is only an aid. The soul is too strong, which means that the soul path is rich in traces, but it will limit the development on the slave path.
Fang Yuan's ontology is because of the Supreme Immortal Body, and the different kinds of Tao marks are not mutually exclusive, so the practice of various genres such as soul Tao is not limited.
Wu Shuai took a long break before he dispatched again.
After repeated failures and challenges, Wu Shuai's situation is very difficult.
He doesn't have a statute of Zhou Tao. Although he masters the Dragon Palace, the light smoke killing tricks in the dream are not helpful for exploring the dream.
The most worthy means of relying, in addition to understanding the dream-killing tricks, is to have the courage to be a backup backer.
Proceeding step by step, Wu Shuai has finally achieved staged results.
An Tutu Mountain Fort was discovered by him. Wu Shuai finally mastered the three killing moves of this fairy house.
The first is called Jiuwei for the mountain, the second is called the soil for the security, and the second is called the comeback.
The one who called Wu Shuai's eyes wide open was the first plot to kill the mountain.
This killing trick is very strange. It is not used for attack, nor is it for power, healing, etc. It is a soil killing move, but it has a frontal effect. Under this killing move, Xianxian can stack soil roundworms at will, making them form a fairy house. Even if the realm of Xunxian who urged to kill was blank!
It's because of this killing trick that we have this Antu Mountain Fortress.
Mastering this killing trick, you will also master the root of this fairy house in Antuzhongshan Fortress!
No wonder Wu Shuai couldn't find the core Xianzhu before, because the core of this Xianzhu house is not Xianzhu, but the plot of the immortal killing for the mountain!
"So, I just need to urge this killing trick, and then directly spit soil beetle into the fairy house, I can quickly repair the fairy house."
Understanding this, Wu Shuai stubbornly repaired Antu Zhongshan fortress in spite of the ghost silk.
Boom!
At the moment of repair, the fairy exploded suddenly. The power of the explosion was even more horrible than the catastrophe. Not only Wu Shuai was destroyed instantly, but also the entire fairy house was torn into numerous fragments.
"So, I have to take care of this fairy." After understanding this point, Wu Shuai entered the dream again.
Xiandao kill recruits into the soil!
Using this method, the female fairy suffered a benign seal, her injuries were suppressed, and she continued to receive treatment from the fairy house.
When Wu Shuai completely repaired the fairy house, the third catastrophe appeared.
Purple stars are falling in the sky. This is the poisonous catastrophe and the poisonous purple star catastrophe.
The purple stars continue to fall, falling to the fairy house, corroding one by one.
Wu Shuai fully repaired, supported hard, and failed again and again but never saw the catastrophe stop.
"The third catastrophe seems endless, which is abnormal. Could it be said?" After many failures, Wu Shuai flashed a spirit.
He tried to open the seal of the fairy, and without re-entry to suppress the murder, the fairy was on the verge of dying.
"Zheng Yang, if there is an afterlife, I would still like to meet you. Goodbye, my mate."
When Wu Shuai was struggling to resist the catastrophe, she suddenly shot down the hole in the fairy house.
Boom!
She burst out suddenly, turning into a dark flame, burning and burning, her breath was terrifying.
Tiandao seems to be irritated. For a time, hundreds of millions of purple stars have shot down. The black fire is not huge, but it is extremely tough to be bombarded by these poisonous stars. Although the volume is shrinking, it is very small.
If you do n’t see this catastrophe, the dark clouds will change again in the sky, countless thunderous electric snakes will slash fiercely, and the black fire will be bombarded by thousands of thunders in an instant.
Heihuo seems to have taken a big tonic, his body swells, and he soon becomes as big as a hill.
It's just that the shape of black fire has completely changed, and it has turned into a white-gold water mist.
The catastrophe in the sky is constantly changing, bombarding the platinum water mist, the water mist is also constantly changing, sometimes turning into a breeze, sometimes turning into iron stones, sometimes turning into flowers, birds, and animals.
"What's lurking on this fairy. What a horrendous catastrophe, almost nothing!" Wu Shuai was shocked.
He keenly felt that there was a secret in this realistic dream.
This secret is probably related to the cause of His Holiness's death, to the deepest layer of mystery between heaven and earth.
The fairy is dead, but Wu Shuai's dream continues.
He must survive the terror of terror, and still only rely on Antu Mountain Fortress.
Finally, when countless catastrophes took turns, the slightest black fire finally disappeared completely.
The remnants of the last point, under the scourge of the catastrophe, stubbornly supported most of the hour.
"What the **** is this thing?" Wu Shuai's heart was still shocked when the dream disappeared.
He paid so much, and the results were amazing.
Almost at the same time as the dream dissipated, it flickered far and wide in the eyes of Fang Yuan's body of the Dragon Whale Land.
"Oh, you have been promoted to a master of the Tao."