Nine hundred and ninetieth eight chapters Xianfan battle
Unlike A Si who killed someone in the city, the storyteller with a broken leg looked at his shrinking broken leg, but the word "Heaven's foot" clearly appeared in his mind.
He was very clear that his leg had powerful strength from now on.
He stood up.
For many years, he had to rely on crutches to walk slowly, but at this time he felt that he could not only walk, but also run and jump.
"how so?"
Feeling the energy that was constantly injected into his body from the world, this storyteller thought of the live broadcast scene that appeared in the sky not long ago and disappeared. His face, which had just been covered with strange blush, instantly turned pale, "Is it what they are
What kind of grace is said to be?”
Buzz!
At this moment, he felt that the whole city was simmering by the heat of hot porridge, and there was an invisible giant bell roaring in the sky.
He subconsciously felt that the source of this shock was in Chengnanbu City. When he looked towards Chengnanbu City, he saw that many broken houses in Chengnanbu City were blown away by the terrifying hot air flow.
come out.
The houses made of bricks and tiles flew in the air like paper lanterns without weight and then spread out.
Storytellers don’t know what they are going to do at this time.
Compared to A Si who was taking out feces, this storyteller's daily life was even more dull. He just relied on storytelling and writing letters for others to exchange for money. He was old, and his children and his wife had died of illness on the way to escape.
He was alone, and his family would not be hungry if he had enough food. He usually lived in the bridge hole of this bridge. Except for the more difficult winter, he was as dull as ever.
So even though he knew that he had become different from the past and his leg had strong power, he didn't know what he was going to do, and there was nothing in his mind that had to rely on the power of this leg to do.
Even because he stayed under this bridge for too long, he was already used to it and didn't want to leave.
He had only been to Bushi in the south of the city once in his life, but at this moment, looking at the houses that exploded like paper lanterns in the air, he began to doubt that he had not been to it once, but should
I have been there many times, but it is just my own memory, or in other words, I only remember that I have been there once in the setting.
The storyteller smiled bitterly.
Then he jumped up.
Buzz!
The whole city seemed to shake violently again.
A clear huge footprint appeared on the stone road under the stone bridge where he was originally located, which was enough for a person to lie down.
A large luminous leg seemed to appear in the air of the city. With the disappearance of this luminous leg, the storyteller had already landed in the south of the city like a divine weapon descending from the sky.
With just one leg, he crossed half of the city and came to a clearing area outside the city of Nanbu.
This open space is not high, but the storyteller stands very high.
After landing, one of his legs became several times thicker than before, like a large pillar supporting his body, allowing him to easily see the movements in the city of Nanbu.
At this time, the scene in the city of Nanbu made him stunned for a moment.
In his memory, the city of Chengnanbu, which was very noisy and congested, was completely cut open by several deep gullies.
At this time, the cloth market was like a cracked egg shell, and almost all the houses collapsed. In the collapsed house, the storyteller looked very miserable when he saw the corpse in pieces.
It was obvious that the bald man standing in the center of Bu City at this time was a bald man.
The man was wearing a pair of torn straw sandals, his top was a short jacket, and he looked like a worker who helped people carry cloth in this market.
At this time, the man's hands were still surrounded by red heat, like burning flames.
When the storyteller was stunned when he looked at him, the bald man also saw the storyteller falling from the sky, and he was also stunned.
"What are you?"
In the next moment, the bald man spoke first, looking at the storyteller's particularly thick legs.
"I don't know either." After saying this, the storyteller seemed to feel it was inappropriate and said, "It seems that it was called Tiancan's feet. It happened just now, and I don't know it either.
"I just happened, and I don't know what it is." The bald man was shocked, and some flames appeared all over his body, especially his palms were full of blazing flames.
"Why are you?" the storyteller hesitated, "Why did so many casualties?"
The bald man said, "There has been a long time of grudges. A boss in the Bu City robbed my daughter as a concubine. He also humiliated her to death. As a result, those people in the Bu City did not help me to maintain justice, but instead helped him.
He even said that my daughter had nothing to do with me, and even beat me out."
The storyteller reacted, "So you discovered that you were different from usual, so you rushed back to Bushi to take revenge?"
The bald man nodded and said, "I stayed in the Land Temple to help the temple grow vegetables and live. I will kill you today to seek revenge. Are you saying what I did right?"
The storyteller originally wanted to say that what he did was right, and that he had a debt, but when he spoke, he became a little confused. He hesitated and said, "I don't know whether you did it right or wrong, because I can't figure it out now.
Did the hatred we were thinking about really happening, or did it not happen in our minds?”
"What did you say...how could this be something that didn't happen?" The bald man suddenly became angry, but looking at the storyteller's confused expression, he calmed down instead. He looked at the storyteller, smiled bitterly, and put on his face.
He waved his hand and said, "It's meaningless to say these things. You are not an official or not, and you are not here to deal with me."
"Yes, I can't figure out what happened at all, but I always feel that there are many things wrong." The storyteller said, "Of course I don't want to send you to the official position."
The bald man nodded, and was about to say something, but suddenly he was shocked. The storyteller looked at his eyes and stared at the sky behind him, and immediately turned around.
When he turned around, he saw several rays of light falling down like meteors in the sky outside the city.
"Immortal?"
What storytellers usually talk about is gods and ghosts. At this time, they vaguely saw figures shaking on the lights, and they immediately spoke in horror.
The bald man looked miserable and said, "It seems that he was coming for me. You have nothing to do with this matter. Go away quickly, otherwise you might be implicated."
"I..." The storyteller was confused, thinking that if he jumped up, he might be watched by these immortals. But he had just said one word, and those lights had already crossed the city block and arrived in the city of Nanbu City.
Over the sky.
"You are cultivators of He Zong, how dare you start a massacre in this mortal city-state?"
As these lights stopped, the bitter sound had already fallen from the air like a tangible thing.
"This matter has nothing to do with him." The bald man trembled all over and said, "I'm just here to take revenge. I don't know what kind of monk He Zong is. I have lived in this city since I was a child."
"Is it a casual cultivator?"
Those lights fell a little, and the storyteller looked up and saw only a jasper-shaped gourd and a purple boat.
And a piece of tortoise shell. But he looked up and couldn't see how many immortals were on these immortal magic weapons.
Listening to these magic weapons, the storyteller was filled with ominous premonition and quickly explained, saying, "We are usually ordinary people in the city, but today there are big Buddhas standing in the distance, so we suddenly got a little bit.
Power, I doubt we are all what we said in those pictures before... Humpie."
Listening to the storyteller's statement, the immortals on those magic weapons were silent for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.
"Well." After a moment of silence, a voice sounded, "It is impossible to determine who you are now, but you are committing a serious crime here. You will follow us back to our mountain gate and wait for us to investigate.
Let’s talk about the truth.”
The storyteller didn't think anything yet. He just felt that the immortal could naturally be aware of the truth. He had nothing to do with the killing, so it was okay. But the bald man smiled miserably and said, "What are you committing a serious crime? When these people commit heinous crimes, how can you do it?
You have come to help me stand up. Now I'm just taking revenge. These dead and injured people are scum who killed my daughter or made accomplices for tigers. I've already taken revenge today. If you want to kill, kill them, don't implicate others, and don't say that you are so generous.
I'll take it back and it's like that."
"It's stubborn!"
A loud shout came from the jasper gourd.
There were seven monks on these three flying magic weapons. When they arrived, they felt that there were many strange changes in the city today and they had no intention of staying in one place. However, they saw that the bald man and the storyteller were a little strange.
He dared to make rash things easily, but at this time the bald man and the storyteller's fear and fear were not pretended. They naturally had a natural sense of superiority towards ordinary people. At this time, they looked at the bald man's appearance.
These monks suddenly had the idea of trying to suppress them first.
"Swish!"
A bright silver rope instantly covered the bald man's body.
The bald man felt that he would die at this moment, but he could not sit still and wait for death. When he saw that the other party seemed to want to tie him back, he naturally became angry and pulled away with his hands.
With a loud whistle, his hands burst into flame-like light, and he easily pulled the silver rope into two pieces.
All the monks in the air suddenly exclaimed. The monk who lost this magic weapon almost subconsciously shouted angrily and shook out several true talismans.
Several true talismans were stimulated by his true energy, and a rain of stones mixed with ice ridges hit the bald man in a dense manner.
Seeing the countless dense stones and ice and snow smashing down, the bald man looked miserable and felt that he would definitely be smashed to death. He had the same idea as before, but he screamed in grief and smashed his fists at the top of his head.
go.
boom!
However, what he never expected was that when these two fists were knocked out, two fire lights easily lifted all the falling stones, and the two fire lights hit the jade gourd, which directly hit the jade gourd
Crush!
(I originally thought it from the point to the surface, for example, the hidden mechanism set by the NPC is Tiancanjiao, the Fire Cloud Evil God, etc., all of them have their origins. And different NPCs have different choices,
There were also different conflicts with the monks in the cultivation world. But when I was writing, I happened to take a look at the book review and said that this would make a lot of chapters. Of course, I didn't think that I had worked hard to imagine it as a flood, but suddenly I felt that this article might be a bit short.
Many, what I said makes sense. If I thought about it for a while, I would be overthrown by myself, and I would be a little confused. Today is more than 3,000 words, and tomorrow will be updated no less than 5,000 words. Let me think about how to make the length
If you omit it, you can still write down my previous intentions.)