Nine hundred and ninetieth eight chapters Xianfan battle
Unlike A Si who killed people in the city, this storyteller with a broken leg looked at his shrunken broken leg, but the words "Heavenly broken leg" clearly appeared in his mind.
He clearly realized that his leg began to have great strength from this moment on.
He stood up.
For many years, he had to rely on crutches to walk slowly, but now he felt that he could not only walk, but also run and jump.
"how so?"
Feeling the vitality constantly pouring into his body from the sky and the earth, the storyteller thought of the live broadcast that appeared and disappeared in the sky not long ago. His face that had just been filled with strange blush instantly turned pale, "Am I the one they want?"
The kind of Enpixi you're talking about?"
Buzz!
At this moment, he felt as if the whole city was being evaporated by the heat of hot porridge, and it was like an invisible giant bell was roaring in the sky.
He subconsciously felt that the source of this shock was in Chengnan Bu City. When he looked in the direction of Chengnan Bu City, he saw many broken houses in Chengnan Bu City that had been blown away by the terrifying scorching airflow.
come out.
Those brick-and-tile houses flew in the air like weightless paper lanterns and then scattered.
The storyteller didn't know what he was going to do at this time.
Compared to Ah Si, who scooped up excrement, this storyteller’s daily life was more ordinary. He lived by telling stories and writing letters for others in exchange for some money. He was old, and his children and wife had all died of illness on the way to escape.
, he is alone, and the whole family is not hungry when one person is full. He usually lives in the bridge hole of this bridge. Except for the winter, which is more difficult, the rest of the time is as ordinary as ever.
So even though he knew that he was different from before and that his leg had strong power, he didn't know what he was going to do, and there was nothing in his mind that he must rely on the power of this leg to do.
Things, even because he stayed under this bridge for too long, he didn't want to leave because he was used to it.
He had only been to the Bu City in the south of the city once in his life, but at this time, looking at the houses exploding like paper lanterns in the air, he began to suspect that he had not just been there once, but should have been there once.
I've been there many times, but it's just my memory, or the setting only allows me to remember that I've been there once.
The storyteller smiled bitterly.
Then he jumped up.
Buzz!
The whole city seemed to be shaking violently again.
A clear huge footprint appeared on the stone road under the stone bridge where he was originally, which was enough for a person to lie down.
A large luminous leg seemed to appear in the mid-air of the city. As the luminous leg disappeared, the Storyteller had landed in the south of the city like a magic weapon descending from the sky.
With just one hop, he crossed half of the city and arrived at an open space outside Bu City in the south of the city.
This clearing is not high, but the storyteller stands very high.
One of his legs now became several times thicker than before after landing on the ground. It was like a big pillar supporting his body, allowing him to easily see what was happening in Bu City in the south of the city.
At this time, the scene in Chengnan Bu City made him stunned for an instant.
In his memory, Chengnanbu City, which had been bustling with traffic, noisy and congested, was completely cut open by several deep ravines.
This cloth city was torn apart like a cracked egg shell at this time, and almost all the houses collapsed. Among the collapsed houses, the storyteller saw torn bodies, which looked very miserable.
The person who caused all this was obviously a bald man standing in the middle of the city.
This man was wearing a pair of worn-out straw sandals, and his jacket was a short coat. He looked like a worker who helped carry cloth in the market.
At this time, the man's hands were still filled with red heat, like burning flames.
When the storyteller looked at him and was stunned, the bald man also saw the storyteller falling from the sky, and he was also stunned.
"What are you doing?"
In the next moment, the bald man spoke first, looking at the storyteller's extraordinarily thick legs.
"I don't know either." After the storyteller said this, he seemed to feel that it was inappropriate, and said: "It seems that it happened just now, and I don't know.
"This just happened to me. I don't know what it is." The bald man was shocked, and there were flames all over his body, especially the blazing flames on his palms.
"Why are you doing this?" The storyteller hesitated, "Why did it cause so many casualties?"
The bald man said: "I have been grudged for a long time. There is a boss in Bu City who robbed my daughter to be his concubine without saying anything. He also humiliated her and forced her to death. As a result, those people in Bu City did not help me seek justice, but instead helped him.
He committed perjury and even said that my daughter had nothing to do with me and beat me out of here."
The storyteller reacted, "So you realized that you are different from usual, and rushed back to Bu City to take revenge?"
The bald man nodded and said: "I stayed overnight at the Earth Temple to help the temple grow vegetables and live a good life. I came back today to seek revenge. Do you think I did the right thing?"
The storyteller originally wanted to say that he had done the right thing and that every wrongdoer has his own fault, but when he spoke, he felt a little confused. He hesitated and said: "I don't know whether you did the right thing or not, because I can't figure it out now.
Did the hatred we were thinking about really happen, or were they things we thought about that didn't happen?"
"What are you talking about...how could this not have happened?" The bald man suddenly became angry, but looking at the storyteller's blank look, he calmed down again. He looked at the storyteller, smiled bitterly, and waved.
He waved his hand and said: "There is no point in saying this. Anyway, you are not an official, and you are not here to deal with me."
"Yes, I can't figure out what happened at all, but I always feel that something is wrong." The storyteller said: "Of course I don't want to send you to the official."
The bald man nodded and was about to say something when suddenly he looked startled. Seeing that his eyes were fixed on the sky behind him, the storyteller immediately turned around.
When he turned around, he saw several rays of light falling from the sky outside the city like shooting stars.
"Immortal?"
The storyteller usually talks a lot about gods and ghosts. At this time, he vaguely saw figures moving in those few lights, and he suddenly screamed in horror.
The bald man looked miserable and said: "It seems that you are here for me. You have nothing to do with this. Go away quickly, otherwise you may also be implicated."
"I..." The storyteller was tangled in his heart, thinking that if he jumped up, he would probably be watched by these immortals, but he just said a word, and those few rays of light had already crossed the city walls and reached Bu City in the south of the city.
Above.
"You are monks from the He sect, how dare you go on a killing spree in this mortal city?"
As these rays of light paused, a harsh sound fell from the sky like a tangible object.
"This matter has nothing to do with him." The bald man shuddered and said, "I'm just here to take revenge. I don't know what monk He Zong is. I have lived in this city since I was a child."
"Is it because you can't become a casual cultivator?"
The rays of light dimmed a little, and the storyteller looked up and saw only a jasper-shaped gourd, a purple-leafed boat, and a piece of tortoise shell. But when he looked up, he couldn't see how many immortals were on these immortal magic weapons.
.
Hearing such voices coming from these magic weapons, the storyteller was filled with an ominous premonition, and quickly explained, "We are usually ordinary people in the city, but today there is a giant Buddha standing in the distance, and we suddenly have some symptoms."
Power, I suspect we are all what those previous scenes said... Enpixi."
Listening to what the storyteller said, the immortals on the magic weapons were silent for a moment, as if they were weighing the matter.
"Forget it." After a moment of silence, a voice rang out, "I can't be sure who you are now, but you are committing a serious crime by causing murder here. Just follow us back to our mountain gate, and then wait for us to investigate.
Let’s tell you the truth.”
The storyteller didn't feel anything yet. He just felt that the immortal could naturally see clearly. He had nothing to do with the killing, so it was no problem. But the bald man smiled miserably and said: "What kind of crime was committed? When these people committed heinous crimes, how could they
I didn't see you coming to help me. Now I am just taking revenge. These dead and injured people are all the scum who killed my daughter before or acted as an aide. I have taken revenge today anyway. You can kill if you want. Don't implicate others, and don't make high-sounding claims.
How about I take it back?"
"Stubborn!"
A sharp shout came from the jade gourd.
There were seven monks on these three flying magic weapons. When they arrived, they only felt that there were many strange changes in the city today and had no intention of staying in one place. However, they saw that both the bald man and the storyteller were a little strange, so they couldn't help but
Dare to make mistakes easily, but the panic and fear of the bald man and the storyteller at this time are not fake. They usually have a natural sense of superiority in their hearts when facing ordinary people. Now looking at the bald man's appearance,
These monks immediately had the idea to try first to see if they could suppress it.
"Whoosh!"
A bright silver rope instantly fell towards the bald man.
At this moment, the bald man only felt that he was going to die, but he could no longer sit still and wait for death, and when he saw that the other party seemed to want to tie him back, he naturally became angry and pulled away with both hands.
With an explosion, his hands burst into flame-like brilliance and easily tore the silver rope into two pieces.
All the monks in the air suddenly exclaimed. The monk who had lost this magic weapon almost subconsciously shouted angrily and shook out several true talismans.
Several true talismans were inspired by his true essence, and suddenly a rain of stones mixed with ice edges struck densely at the bald man.
Seeing the densely packed countless rocks and ice and snow falling together, the bald man looked miserable and felt that he would definitely be crushed to death. He had the same idea as before, and just screamed in grief and indignation, hitting his head with both fists.
go.
boom!
However, what he never expected was that when these two fists were blasted out, the two flames would easily fly away all the falling stones. Furthermore, these two flames would impact the jade gourd and directly hit the jade gourd.
Crush!
(Originally, I started by clicking on it. I thought about it well. For example, the hidden mechanisms set by this NPC include Tiancanjiao, Fire Cloud Evil God, etc., all of which have their origins. And different NPCs have different choices.
I also started to have different conflicts with the monks in the world of cultivation. But when I was writing it, I happened to read a book review, and it said that this could fill a lot of chapters. Of course, I didn’t think that my hard work on the idea was just filling in the book, but I suddenly felt that maybe this length would be a bit too long.
There is a lot of truth to what I said. It was a bit confusing for me to overthrow what I had thought of for a while. Today there are more than 3,000 words, and tomorrow’s update will not be less than 5,000 words. Let me think about it, how can I reduce the length?
Even if I omit it, I can still write down my previous intention.)