Rise From Doomsday Chapter 356: , insist on the green mountains not to relax
After Liu Weian walked into the stalagmite formation, he couldn't hold on anymore, and sat on the ground, sweating like syrup. Chen ↖ Yuan ↗ Wen √ Xue? Wang only felt that the strength to lift a finger was gone.
The bow is a good bow, top grade platinum, and the best weapon he has seen so far. But the weapon is good, and he must have the strength to be worthy of it. He uses his best to open the bow for two points. Only these two points are enough to kill the gold-level master, which shows the power of platinum weapons.
He opened the bow nine times back and forth, exhausting all his strength. If Zhang Yangjin did it at that time, he could only run away. Zhang Yangjin's departure gave him a chance to reverse the situation.
The prohibition of the valley is not actually to imprison weapons, but to sacrifice weapons, detonate the power of these weapons with formations, and cause damage to the target.
This formation is very mysterious. If Liu Wei'an hadn't experienced the stalagmite formation, he would definitely not see the slightest abnormality. The journey of the stalagmite formation opened another door to his Talisman’s Tao, the gate of the formation, with a few simple rune combinations on the talisman, it just made him comprehend the true meaning of the formation. If this is the case, for He was still helpless in the sacrificial formation in the valley. The most important thing was his divine consciousness. The powerful divine consciousness made up for the innate deficiencies in the formation, allowing him to understand the whole formation in an instant, the formation, the eyes, the life gate, Dead door, the reason Zhang Yangjin didn't dare to do it was because he was proficient in the formation. Every step of Liu Wei'an made him frighten. He couldn't understand the depth of Liu Wei'an, so he could only retreat.
For a long time, Liu Wei'an recovered a little bit of strength, and he looked at the bow. The bow was 1.5 meters long and the two wings were in the posture of an eagle spreading its wings. The dragon and tiger intertwined in the middle. Non-metal, knocking like iron, hard and terrible. The lines are clear, like plum blossoms, I don't know what kind of sacred tree it is.
The bowstring is slender. Upon closer inspection, it is made up of thousands of hair-thin silks. The silk is tough, but it is not enough to carry the power of this bow. It should be some kind of rare silk spit.
"Good bow!" Liu Wei'an was overjoyed.
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In another valley dozens of miles away from the stalagmite formation, a group of people were helpless against a tree. This is a sacred tree that hates the water. The tree is huge and has no leaves. There is only a green fruit. The fruit is the size of an egg. There is no strangeness. A group of crows play on the tree, pecking at the fruit from time to time.
These fruits are very strange. They don’t have a core. After the crow pecked the pulp away, there was a branch inside. It was like someone inserted a branch into the fruit, but this was obviously not the case. From the freshness of the fruit and Looking at the growth posture, this is natural.
"Whoever takes the bow, how can he return to the future?" A majestic middle-aged glanced at everyone, and everyone felt a terrible pressure, and their necks shrank.
"My lord, after all, there is a conflict between the Zhang family and the Yang family. It is possible to delay a little time." It was an old man with red eyebrows, and his face was at least eighth similar to the black-faced old man Liu Weian killed. , It should be brothers and the like.
"Time waits for no one." The middle-aged man saw that the fruit on the tree was getting less and less, his brows became lumpy, and he insisted that the green hills were not relaxed, and the pine cones could make people easily break through the shackles. He had been delayed in the golden realm. After too long, a breakthrough must be made, otherwise there will be no place for him to stand in the position of a master.
It's just that, whether it is insisting that Qingshan is not relaxed or the crow, he can't deal with it. Now this valley is surrounded by his Qian family. Once other families get the news, they will have trouble. However, the most worrying thing is how to get the fruits, hate the water, and dare not cross the river with the strength of his golden peak.
I hate him for the wealth of talents in the Qian family, and he doesn't even have a great archer.
There are more than two hundred pine cones, and now there are less than 20 left. These **** crows obviously don't eat pine cones, so they are going to peck at the meat. They are so angry.
"Don't wait!" When there were 13 pine cones left, the middle-aged man finally couldn't sit still, his waist was erect, a powerful breath rose, and the sky white clouds moved, so he didn't dare to block it.
"My lord, but--" Chimei worried.
"You don't need to persuade, I have decided." The middle-aged man said solemnly. Chimei didn't dare to say much.
"Archer, prepare, shoot!" The middle-aged man drank coldly.
The archer who had been preparing for a long time shot the arrow in his hand, and the ten arrows turned into ten bolts of lightning and shot into the sky. A strange thing happened. When the pine cone was about to be shot, the arrow suddenly slowed down, as if Losing strength, then one arrow fell, then the second, the third, and in the blink of an eye, half of the arrows fell to the ground. This is a very puzzling thing. The height of the tree is less than 30 meters. Even people who can't shoot arrows can shoot to this height as long as they have enough strength. Ten archers will know that they are master archery. It's unusual to be unable to shoot even 30 meters.
Ding Ding!
Five arrows, two shot into the air, passed between the branches, and fell into the Houshui River. Two shot the pine cones, but shockingly, the arrows hit the pine cones, like iron stones , It was shot flying without breaking the skin. The last arrow was the strongest, but it was shot at the crow.
Crack!
The crow was frightened and let out a scream, his voice was irritable, and it sounded very uncomfortable. The people present, including the middle-aged, couldn't help but frowned.
Puff!
An archer fell silently.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Lightning with red eyebrows appeared next to the fallen archer, touched his neck with his hand, and immediately raised his brows. After checking his body carefully, his brows became deeper. , Turned around to meet the eyes of the middle-aged man, hesitated and said: "Dead."
"How did you die?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Master Hui, there are no scars on his body." Red eyebrows said.
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, looked up at the crow for a few seconds, and said faintly: "Continue shooting, be sure to shoot the pine cones down."
Nine archers didn't say a word, they aimed and shot. Strangely speaking, they clearly aimed at the pinecone, but when the arrow arrived, they were far away from the target. Three arrows fell halfway, one arrow hit the pine cone, three shot the sky, and two shot the crow.
Crack! Quack!
Two crows screamed.
Puff! Puff!
The two archers fell without a word, and rushed to check with their red eyebrows.
Fear appeared on the faces of the remaining archers, but the middle-aged man was expressionless and calmly said: "Shoot again!"
These archers suppressed their fear and continued to shoot. Two more shot the crow and fell silent. There were only five people left. The middle-aged man seemed to not see the anxiety on their faces, and spit out two coldly. Words.
"Shoot again!"
I don't know if it was a psychological problem or poor archery skills. In this round of shooting, all shots were empty, and the pine cones were not touched, but all crows were encountered.
Crack quack quack quack!
Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!
The five people fell to the ground, motionless, turning gray eyes with confusion and fear. The middle-aged man twitched his face and said blankly: "Call ten more archers and shoot for me until the flesh is shot down."
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The entrance to the back mountain is the only way to go. Today, there are so many people coming, one after another, it seems that there are earth-shattering treasures in the back mountain, attracting everyone.
Among them, a beautiful young man with gorgeous clothes attracts people's attention. His looks are so good that he can hardly find any flaws. His eyes are like stars. When he laughs, the world seems to light up.
Young Master Jia stood in front of the Zhuixian River, looking at the entire back mountain, which was towering and unpredictable, but he gave the impression that he was looking down, with raised eyebrows, and everything in the world was under control. Strong self-confidence.
"Yin and Yang are imbalanced. No wonder the treasures can't be hidden, and they have been unearthed." Young Master Jia suddenly shook his head, glanced at the people swarming across the river, and said in a voice that only one person can hear: "These many people, there are some who can come back. How many?"
There are more than fifty followers behind him, and everyone exudes a terrible aura. People crossing the river avoid him from a distance and dare not walk with him.
Just when Mr. Jia and his party got on a huge boat to cross the river, a team of more than two hundred people roared in, with a wild breath, rushing all the way, the people in front were squeezed to the sides, and some had a bad temper. The people were furious, but when they looked back, their anger disappeared instantly, and honestly stepped aside to wait for the team to pass by.
A flag held high can show the identity of this team, money!
This is the team of the Qian family.
"Get out, get out, get out of everything, this ferry is covered by my money family." Two errand runners rushed to the river, yelling, and the posture was like an imperial minister's trip. Cleared the way.
"How domineering, when is this your home?" A big man with a beard furious, pulled his hand behind his back, and went out with a noisy axe in his hand. The axe is heavy, at least two hundred jin.
"Speak down, this is Qian's team!" The companion on the side was shocked and ripped the big man away.
The Qian family's team separated and occupied the best position. A white-clothed young man strode out, guarding the surrounding people, showing a lofty identity.
"It's him!" The young man in white just walked to the ferry~IndoMTL.com~ and saw Mr. Jia standing on the huge ship, the wind roared, and the blowing clothes were hunting, but Mr. Jia seemed to be nailed to the bow of the ship. at every turn. Huge black shadows flashed across Hanoi from time to time. On both sides of the bow, people kept throwing green grass. The black shadows just graze and didn't touch the ship, looking like a **** ship.
Young Master Jia seemed to feel the movement behind him, and glanced back. The white-clothed youth's complexion changed and wanted to say hello, but found that Young Master Jia had turned his head, his complexion changed a few times, and finally recovered his calm, facing the left and right: "Change to another ferry."
"My son, this ferry is the best." asked left and right puzzled.
"I said change to another ferry!" The white-clothed boy said coldly.
"Yes, change now!" There was a cold war between left and right Ji Lingling, and he hurried to make arrangements.
When the Qian’s fleet crossed the river, no one noticed that a little beggar in a quilt suit was also crossing the river with a driftwood, half of his body sank in the water, not only did not die, but caught in the water instead. A few fish came out.
The Qian family team is obviously familiar with the back mountain. After going ashore, they headed straight to the valley where the green mountain was not relaxed. At this time, Liu Wei'an had just emerged from the stalagmite formation.