The dark clouds grow and the cold rain falls.

Jiang Taigong held the green jade bowl in his hand, looked up at the dark clouds that were getting thicker in the air, and said seriously: "Even if this spring is destroyed, the rain will only last half an hour."

Wang Liuniang looked at the dry springs, then lowered her head and let the increasingly anxious rain wet her hair. After thinking about it, she said seriously: "Half an hour is enough."

What is half an hour enough?

It is enough for a storyteller who first came to the stage to tell the ancient story, first said a rich and beautiful joke about Xi Shi entering Wu Palace, enough for a chef who just started to try to buy a pot of good dishes for the generals, and also enough for two idiots who are angry and want to die in the duel three or five times...

Wei Ye frowned slightly, brushed away the raindrops falling on his cuffs, held the Tao Qianjin in his hand tightly, and whispered: "There is something wrong with this rain."

Monk Bianji reached out and held the wind and a few drops of rain scattered in the wind. He sent it under his nose to sniff it, and nodded: "There are indeed some problems."

Xiao Gao didn't know what kind of maneuvers these two people who were not much older than him, but in some knowledge, they were able to play for their teachers. He said in confusion: "What's the problem?"

As he said that, he also imitated the appearance of Monk Bianji and Wei Ye, and took a drop of rain, which was sent to his mouth for unknown reasons and licked it.

When the rainwater entered, a strong and strong fishy smell suddenly surged from the tip of the tongue into the throat, causing Xiao Gao to cough repeatedly, and his face turned red.

The magician said casually as if he was talking about a topic that had nothing to do with this matter: "The fishy smell comes from the mucus between the scales of the aquarium. The irritating amines in the mucus evaporate and become a fishy smell. The fishy smell of rain, monk, what kind of person do you think is the cause of the problem?"

"Dragons and snakes have become climates and have supernatural powers of rainfall. The Dragon King Fenxun, the Dragon King of Gala, and the Dragon King of Poramati can cause bad rain and use poisonous gas to enter the rainwater, so that the fruit and wood rice seedlings will not grow, causing sentient beings to suffer from illness."

"The nonsense of the guys who like to worship cobras in South Asia cannot be said." Wei Ye waved away the few traces of bloody rain in front of him in disgust and said seriously: "Although dragons, snakes, dragons and mirages are so savored by water, even Indian cobras can swim in water. However, dragons, snakes and others are not so much like rain, but rather use magical techniques to collect the surface water and then feed back to the ground. This cannot be considered normal precipitation, but only those scaled loaches turn themselves into large high-altitude water spray pumps."

The high-altitude precipitation pump is an extremely vivid description. Xiao Gao thought of the giant dragon spewing rain clouds in the sky and suddenly turned into a large faucet, and couldn't help laughing. However, in the low laughter, the faint fishy smell in the rain

Xiao Gao was slightly distracted by Wei Ye's metaphor, but Monk Bianji and the Immortal Warlock quietly looked up at the black clouds that were spreading in the air.

The raindrops fell one after another, and the entire Mangshan Mountain from the top to the stone road connecting the avenue seemed particularly quiet and quiet. It was so quiet that even the sound of the raindrops falling to the ground was like a stone falling from the sky, and falling on the top of Mangshan Mountain brought a sound of slap.

Even the sound of the breeze in the raindrops bringing up the hem of clothes, the momentum of knee-high weeds on the August grassland lingering for thousands of miles with the strong wind.

In such an unusual tranquility, the magician looked around and held his sword behind him. Even though the oncoming raindrops gradually became dense, the blue scarf on his head swayed slightly with the wind, bringing a protective field that was invisible to the naked eye.

Facing the dark clouds and night rain, Wei Ye looked up at the sky and pretended to be a master of worrying about the world.

Monk Bianji did not have the golden blue scarf with its own force field protection and the water-dampened Narcissus uniform, so he could not learn this profound literati style of 45 degrees. He had to take out a umbrella and temporarily acted as an umbrella assistant.

In terms of combat power, Wei Ye's Taoist arts are all moving towards killing and fighting, which is the main firepower output of this chaos tonight. Monk Bianji, the successor of Buddhist rival Devadatta, is a real Buddhist heretic, but he has initially cultivated the Buddha Light Method, and has a unique attainment in attracting hatred and developing defense, and just acted as the role of MT.

Although Xiao Gao, the Zhong Magician, cannot compare with the two of them in terms of combat power, as an unpopular spell casting rank, Zhong Magician has some unexpected advantages in various rear support. As for Sima Ling...

Just watch the show with peace of mind.

Wei Ye and Monk Bian Ji were also watching the show, waiting to watch the show, watching the trick in the dark clouds.

Wind can wrinkle a child's face, and rain can invade the hearts of ordinary people. However, when the wind can only bring the hem of the Taoist uniform to shake slightly, and rain can only slide down when the surface of the Taoist uniform is unable to slip. What are the ideas for this character who is raising the wind and rain?

Looking at the gaze that the magician looked up, the raindrops with a silence and desolation in the cold seemed to notice something. As the night wind slightly opened its body, it seemed to be trying to avoid it quietly.

Just avoid it, the night rain suddenly stopped, and then the night wind stopped, the cold was strong, and the rain fell like a needle!

Regarding the sudden change of the rain, Wei Ye smiled like a usual mocking smile on his face, raised his hand suddenly and brushed out his sleeve!

The rain fell like a needle, and the cold rain turned into a water needle falling at a high speed, stabbing towards the unrespectful ghosts and gods on the ground. However, as Wei Ye's narrow sleeves shook the narrow sleeves of the Qingxi road suit, countless falling rain needles touched the sleeves, and countless ripples like ripples on the sleeves. And these water waves collapsed into countless pink mist at the next moment, and they no longer had the shape of water needles!

Qingxi Taoist suit is a magic uniform, which naturally has the power to restrain the water image technique. Use the water image technique to target Wei Ye who is wearing the Qingxi Taoist suit... drowning the fish with water, burning Bi Fang with fire, and feeding the Manggu Zhuqi to eat the poison sac. This is almost the same.

Wei Ye shook countless rain needles flying down with his sleeve. Behind him, Monk Bianji had already slapped the tin staff in his hand and said a verse: "So, the dragons in the world follow the Dharma and the great dragon kings protect me, all evil dharmas, all anti-dragons, all poisonous winds, and all evil rain. Therefore, the dragons are blessed with their free power and power, and they will not be harmed!"

When the Buddha's verse came, a faint light lit up, like an upside-down glass bowl, covering Monk Bianji, Sima Ling and Xiao Gao.

However, at this moment, countless screams sounded in the wild forests that looked extremely dark and gloomy around Mangshanyuan!

Countless dark fire demon lights lit up at the same time with the rain. Those countless light spots and light balls at a glance were crying and screaming, trying to escape from the realm of death covered by the black clouds and needle rain.

The rain was even more rapid, and in the rain curtain, there was no longer any dazzling whiteness when the rain needle fell, only endless color of dirty blood!
Chapter completed!