Zhao Ge: 73. Praying Mantis and Cicada

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Ling Xiaoniao stopped on his shoulders, Chen Yanyu took off the note tied to Ling Xiaoniao's leg, and unfolded it to see the familiar and neat regular form of Lou Zheng.

The old master saw a thoughtful look on the face of the young emperor.

For a moment, Chen Yanyu raised his head and his expression became extremely serious.

"Is it time for us old guys to leave?"

The old master asked slowly, and he stood up straight, revealing a fierce and decisive force.

This gray-haired, clergyman reads the scriptures, and the old master who pays attention to benevolence at this moment does not look like an old scholar at all, but more like...more like the warriors of the previous dynasty, singing and dancing Let's cut, arrogance and cruelty are revealed from the bones.

However, Chen Yanyu slowly shook his head.

"No, it's not time yet." He gently pressed his palm, turning the note into a mass of ashes, "The talents of the eight major sects have just entered the Qingming Pagoda, wait, wait until they completely enter that place. And... …"

Chen Yanyu has a sarcastic smile on his face.

"The people of the Jintang Dynasty are not fuel-efficient lamps. Since they want to take advantage but don't want to contribute, how can there be such good things in the world?"

"The group of guys..." The old master obviously knew who Chen Yanyu was talking about, with a scornful look on his face. "A group of people who are not ghosts and only ambush assassins in secret, what are they?"

"Whether it's ambush, whether it's a human or a ghost, it's useful anyway."

Chen Yanyu was indifferent, he borrowed the study room from the old master.

In the old master’s study, Chen Yanyu wrote and responded to notes from various places. He wrote very slowly, thinking about each word. He knew very well that every word he wrote would determine how many lives of the Chen Dynasty warrior. Although many sacrifices were necessary, Chen Yanyu still didn't want to see too many people die if he could.

The old master stood in the courtyard, looking at the sky bird hovering in mid-air.

It has a small body, and it seems unremarkable because it is too common. There are traces of this bird in the palace, in the fairy gate, and in the streets. No one will be wary of them. Common and common is the best protective color for Lingxiao Bird.

"The wind is about to rise."

The old master looked at the majestic tower that symbolized the decline and fall of the ancient emperor, and took a long breath.

Mountain rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Now, the wind is about to rise.

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"Bah, baah..."

Liao Qian connected a few mouthfuls and spit out the gravel in his mouth. Zhou Wen'an on one side reached out and knocked on his back. The pain made him grin, and all the gravel that was almost swallowed in his stomach came out.

"Shut up."

Zhou Wen'an dropped a sentence and lay motionless on the ground.

It's not just him, everyone from the Nine Profound Gates and the Royal Beast Sect are all hidden in the dark and motionless. Not far in front of them, the horned dragon phantom that made this series of things is in the same place. Turning around in the big clearing, it seemed to be looking for something.

Just now, when they walked cautiously among the skeletons of wild beasts like ants, Hezhou distinguished something strange from the sound of the wind. Looking for a voice along the way, he cautiously came over, and found that in the depths of this ancient battlefield, there was an open space without bones, a huge circular open space.

And the phantom of the horned dragon...It shouldn't be said to be a phantom. At this time, the horned dragon is already in substance, which is a complete expression of the soul.

The horned dragon hovered in the clearing, looking down for something.

Not only is this clearing area lacking the bones that are as huge as a city, even the stones on the ground are extremely flat, looking very strange, as if someone had already entered this piece of Difen long before them. The ancient battlefield of the War of War, not only that, but those who entered here also disposed of the remains of the desolate beasts on the ground, clearing a circular open space.

When seeing the phantom of the horned dragon, Liao Qian could feel the people at the Jiuxuanmen sigh of relief.

The cold-looking senior Baili was drawn into this weird space with the horned dragon. Since the horned dragon is here, he should be nearby if he wants to come to Bailishu.

However, to be honest, Liao Qian always thinks that the big brother of the Jiuxuanmen is a very powerful and terrifying figure.

As a disciple of the Kyushu Bank, Liao Gan has nothing to boast about, but he has more money and is more afraid of death. People who are afraid of death are always more intuitive about certain existences that can threaten lives... So when I saw Bailishu before, Liao Qian always worried that the other party would suddenly come over with a sword, and then he would return to the west. God.

The kind of guy with a sword in the fourteen states of Frost and Cold, it doesn't seem to be short-lived.

The horned dragon hovered in the clearing, majestic.

Although the Nine Profound Gate and Royal Beast Sect are often ruthless characters who play their lives in front of them, they are not brainless. The horned dragon spirit is not one that he will be able to fight for a while, and it is in the burial place of the wild beast. Fighting with horned dragons who knows how the ancestors of these horned dragons will react.

Therefore, Qin Jiu's eyes rolled and everyone hid, waiting to see what the horned dragon was going to do, so that he could take advantage of the fisherman.

The horned dragon has not found what it is looking for, and became irritable, lying on the ground, flapping its wings. The dragon was originally the existence of the clouds and the fog. When its wings stretched out, a violent wind was suddenly rolled up in the circular clearing, and for a while, it flew sand and rocks, and the clearing was pitch black.

Liao Qian didn't expect the patience of this horned dragon to be so poor. If he didn't agree with him, he would fan the ground and silently count how many scales there were on the horned dragon, and how much it could sell for one piece.

As a result, this one really deserves to be summoned by the Royal Beast Sect. After searching for it twice, he didn't have enough brains to get started.

Liao Gan opened his mouth and ate a mouthful of sand instantly.

"Be careful."

Jun Wanbai confessed to the disciples of the Jiuxuanmen, seeing the horned dragon flapping its wings faster and faster, and the stones being rolled up by the violent wind were getting bigger and bigger. They fell from mid-air and knew that these stones are weird. Not dare to neglect, hurriedly set up the aura shield to protect himself.

Several Jiuxuanmen core disciples stood in front of everyone with Qiu Qianhe, blocking most of the flying sand and rocks.

Qiu Qianhe had been injured before, and he had to take care of his juniors and sisters. It was more difficult to support him. A stone was accidentally scratched on his forehead. He felt the hotness on his forehead, and Qiu Qianhe almost wanted to scold his mother.

When he summoned the horned dragon phantom to deal with people before, he didn't necessarily think that this guy was so powerful. Now when he turns his head to attack indiscriminately, it is surprisingly strong...Can there be more dossier given in the division? Click a detailed and reliable comment?

Qiu Qianhe was struggling to support the situation, and the situation of the remaining Yu Beast Sect disciples was a bit unlucky. In an instant, someone was hit by a stone. This weird, pure black stone is extremely hard and vaguely returns. There was a bit of restraint from everyone's true qi, so the disciples of the Royal Beast Sect who were hit by the stone grinned with pain even if they had zhenqi body protection.

The old god, a disciple of the Jiuxuanmen, laughed on the ground.

One of the disciples of the Royal Beast Sect who was hit by the stone was just injured by Qin Jiuyi's wrist. He held a large bag on his head and listened to the Jiuxuanmen deliberately lowered to stay in a Royal Beast Sect. The disciple just heard the ridicule, and turned his head angrily: "Laugh a shit, the Qi Ling card is useless if I die, what should you do?"

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Several core disciples glanced at each other, as if they really couldn't look at the Royal Beast Sect in such a happy way, otherwise they would have to suffer. Finally, Shen Changge shook his fan and stood in front of the disciples of the Royal Beast Sect with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Hey, everyone seems embarrassed enough. My Nine Profound Sect is not a small-minded sect, since fellow Taoists Such a request is reluctant to act."

Speaking, he shook his fan and blocked a part of the people of Royal Beast Sect.

However, the so-called one hundred dense and one sparse, there are always some broken stones that will not be able to stop, right?

Shen Changge shook his fan and thought with a smile.

Liao Gan shrank back again in silence.

The cooperation between Jiuxuanmen and Royal Beast Sect always gave him a feeling of "These guys will fight halfway and choke each other to death". Seriously, shouldn't he, in the end, he was not killed by some monsters, but because of the aftermath of these two ruthless people, right?

Touching the few charms left, Liao Qian wanted to cry without tears.

The horned dragon's method is simple and rude, but the effect is still there.

By the time it stopped, the ground had already been scraped by a layer. Everyone looked carefully, and saw a dim enchantment in the circular void.

The horned dragon snarled lowly at the barrier, as if being annoyed at something.

Suddenly, He Zhou, who was watching the actions of the horned dragon, turned his head abruptly, his face became particularly serious, and his eyes swept towards the huge bones around him.

"What's wrong?"

Jun Wanbai frowned, followed up on alert, the cold light of both swords looming.

He Zhou frowned, his eyes sharp, he made a silent gesture, and listened carefully. Everyone closed their mouths and followed him carefully to listen to the sounds of the surroundings, because they were afraid of the traces of souls condensed in the bones of the desolate beasts, everyone did not dare to look around with their spiritual sense, and could only rely on their own ear power.

The sound of the wind, the low roar of the horned dragon, the sound of falling rocks...

"There are more people!"

Hezhou's ear power is the best among everyone. After listening for a while, he lowered his voice.