Chapter 47: This seat feels a bit wrong.
Chu night Ning was injured, and the other three were exhausted. After running into the martyrdom outside the arsenal of the gods, Chu night would make them take a break. For a time, no one spoke first, and each stood or sat, looking at the wounds on themselves or others, and easing their strength.
Only Xue Meng, he stunned, pulled his head, and did not know what he was thinking.
The smoldering mutter: "Xue Meng..."
Xue Meng did not pay attention to it. He walked to the late night of Chu, and looked up. He opened his mouth and his voice was broken.
"Master."
Chu Xiaoning looked at him and wanted to raise his hand and touch his messy hair. After all, he still resisted.
"Is the martial art I picked before, is it fake?"
Chu nightning did not speak.
Xue Meng’s eyes are redder, and the black-and-white eyes are like a **** spider web. If it is not forced and self-sufficient to support him, I am afraid that I will immediately drop my tears.
"Is it right? I can’t get the weapons in the pool anymore?"
Chu night Ning finally closed his eyes and sighed and fell.
The road was very quiet, only to hear the cold and cold voice of the late night.
"......Silly boy."
A silly child full of sighs and helplessness, Xue Meng finally collapsed, and he couldn’t stand it anymore. He threw himself into the night of Ning Huai, holding the waist of Chu Yuning, and burst into tears.
"Master...Master..."
Missing Jinchengchi Shenwu is almost equal to missing the qualification to cultivate the peak of the fairyland. This is something that everyone knows well. The mortal man’s mana is limited. If there is no help from the gods, it will be nothing but a flesh and blood.
The few masters of the martial art in the upper cults have left the martial arts passed down by their ancestors. Even if they do not fully fit their own spiritual power, they also have a powerful force that cannot be underestimated. Xue Meng alone, because Xue Zhengyi brothers started from scratch, did not get the weapons of Jin Chengchi.
Therefore, when he chose to use the ancestor sword and the topping of the heart, he chose to put down his past high-ranking people.
Chu Xiaoning did not ask anything, no matter how much, Xue Meng, who was crying in his arms, touched his hair. Xue Meng played a small spoiled habit, never suffered any grievances, so he never cried since he remembered, and he was arrogant and arrogant throughout the day.
However, at this moment, tears are intertwined in his young face, and the words are broken, like the gods he is destined to no longer possess, like the heroes he thought he had at his fingertips, all broken. It is.
"Xue Meng." Chu Xiaoning held the apprentice in his arms and comforted him.
The water wave at the bottom of the lake, blowing the white cloak of the night, the long hair of the ink, the moment the ink burned only to see his soft eyelashes falling down, underneath is the fine soft light. Then the water wave was a little bigger, and the clothes and long hair were chaotic. In the dark, I couldn’t see the side face of the night.
Just heard him say: "Don’t cry, you are already very good."
The voice is not gentle, but it is said in the mouth of the night, it is a soft sentence.
In the secret road, four people are worried about each other, and no one speaks any more.
The ink burned against the icy wall, watching Chu nightning holding Xue Meng, patted his shoulder, and suddenly it was not a taste.
Jinchi trip.
When I came, I was dressed in anger.
When I went, Zhong Yong’s injury.
Xue Meng was the proud son of the fifteen years.
The scenery is infinite and the atmosphere is high.
Then one day, Zhulou collapsed.
From then on, he will spend a long life to forget these fifteen years of foresight.
When they ran out of the arsenal of the gods, everyone saw the heart-slung willows slowly fall in the water, like the giants of the ancient and ruined, exhausted, like the death of Kuafu, the shackles of Jinwu. The monks who stayed on the ground thus fled and fled.
The arsenal of the gods of millions of years ago was destroyed overnight.
The **** tree crashed down and set off a frenzy in the Jincheng pool. Before the huge vortex, the monks changed their shape and changed back to the huge original body in order to resist the stormy waves. For a time, the scales in the Jincheng pool are tumbling, and the dragons are eager to jump.
The ink burned and shouted: "No, you can’t get out!"
When talking, a thick dragon tail was shot, and the ink burned quickly and evaded.
At this moment, suddenly a black dragon was swept away, its shape was larger than the rest of the dragon, and the dark scales overflowed with gold.
The ink burned and said: "Watching the moon?!!"
Looking at the moon and shouting, he was originally a dumb dragon. At this time, he suddenly said something. He sounded like a Hong Zhong, and he shouted: "Catch my back, pick up the heart and ruin it, and Jin Chengchi is destroyed. Come on! I bring You are running out!"
At this time, there is no other choice, and they can’t look at the moon as a friend or a friend. Looking at the moon carrying four people in the stormy waves, Wanlong rumbling in the waves, running by water.
"Hurry up!"
The voice fell, and the old dragon burst into the waves and vacated. They burned only when they felt that the millennium rushed to the surface, and the water flowed like a thousand horses rushing on the road. They couldn’t blink at all, they couldn’t breathe, and their hands clung to the back of the dragon’s back, so that they couldn’t get back into the lake.
When they finally blinked, they had taken the dragon into the cloud, and they were on the top of Jincheng Pool. The thin water vaporization is used for 10,000-point fluorescence, and the huge dragon scales scattered from the mirror surface are scattered. In a flash, the clouds are like clouds and the mist is rainbow. The moon looks at the head of the moon, and the eight is deserted.
The smoldering hears Xue Meng’s voice coming from behind, and he is excited and far-reaching in the hunting blast. He is really young and young, and it is easy to forget the sorrow for some things.
"My God! I am flying! Fly on the dragon!"
Looking around the moon, Xu Xuanfeng circled several times, gradually narrowing his body shape and slowly descending. When he stopped at the Jincheng pool, he had already shrunk to the original half, and did not crush too many surrounding rocks. Grass. He was kneeling in the same place, quietly letting the ink burn them down the back of the dragon.
They went back to see Jin Chengchi, only to see the cold ice open, the waves flooded, the waves shattered the ice. At this time, the dawn was bright, the east was white, the sun was shining, and it flowed into the pool of Jincheng Pool.
The teacher suddenly said: "Look at those in the pool!"
The tumbling dragons fluctuated with the raging waves, gradually disappeared, and then collapsed and turned into a little bit of coke, and one black piece rose from the lake and gathered in the air. .
The ink burned and muttered: "Zhenzhen chess game..."
The dragons in the whole pool, the creatures, and even the toppings of the willows, all have the skills of the chess game. This whole scene of the conspiracy is actually a place where someone hides in the dark!
The smoldering suddenly shudders.
He realized that the world after the rebirth was not right, there were some things that were ahead of time.
When he was sixteen years old, there was absolutely no one who could play the Zhenqi chess game to this point. What is the fake hook?
Xue Mengdao: "Watching the Moon!"
The ink burned back and looked at the moon and saw no movement. There was no black piece on his body, but he looked very weak and his eyes were half-squatting.
"You...do well...I’m going to smash the golden pool of God, I’m ruined, and I can’t...can’t fall into the hands of wickedness...”
After he finished this sentence, he suddenly burst into the golden light, and when the light dissipated, he became a human figure with a smaller body.
"It’s you?!"
The smoldering and Xue Meng open almost simultaneously.
The moon in front of us is the white-haired old man who led them to the spiritual place of the martial arts. Looking at the moon, he looked up and there was a tinkering in the middle.
"It is me."
Xue Meng was surprised: "Why, why do you want to lead us to the arsenal of God? Are you trying to save us or harm us? If it is harming us, why should we send us ashore? If it is to save us, we can’t crack the heart." If Liu will rob, then you will not..."
Looking at the moon, hoarse and hoarse: "Sorry. It was only the situation at that time, I had to do this. The fake hook Chen was repaired as a deficiency, and all of them relied on the spiritual power of the heart to be banned. Only the cracked heart will be cracked, his spell will be Invalid. I have nothing to do but give you a try."
Chu night Ning shook his head and walked over, waving his hand to heal the wound.
Looking at the moon and sighing: "The longevity of the road, no need. I am like all things in the pool, the number of life has arrived, originally by relying on a little reiki of the heart of the willow. It has been lodging, I am also a short life."
Chu nightning: "........."
Wang Yuedao: "The order of death is orderly, can not be forced. Before the return to the silence, I saw Jin Chengchi’s nightmare break, I am willing to be round. It is just a disaster in the pool. It is really difficult."
Chu night Ning said: "No problem. ... You know, who is the person who lies in the lie, what is the intention?"
Wang Yuedao said: "I don’t know who he is. But his purpose should be to explore the three major bans by gaining the power of picking up the heart."
Chu nightning Shen Shen said: "The spiritual power required to perform the ban is very amazing. If the ancient tree spirit helps, it will do more with less."
"Yeah, that person said the same thing. He said that the ancient spiritual power is huge, but it is extremely difficult to find. The only thing in the classics that can be found is the topping of the heart."
"In fact, he also appeared not long ago. Since he took control of Jin Chengchi, he has been doing the cultivation of the two kinds of bans of ’rebirth’ and ’zheng chess game’ at the bottom of the lake. ”
Looking at the moon, he sighed and his eyes were a little hollow.
The ink burns and the heart slams.
Sure enough... The trip to Jinchengchi is completely different from the previous life. These variables have only happened not long ago. In the end, what went wrong, so that everything changed the track?
"He lacks the ability to control the living things, so he kills a large number of creatures in the lake and tries to control the dead. This time he did it, so in just a few dozen days, he killed almost all the spirits in the lake." I made it as a chess piece. I only left a few for testing. I am one of them."
Ink burned and asked: "So when I ask for the sword, you are out of the water. At that time, you were under the control of false hooks?"
"No." Wang Yue slowly closed his eyes. "He manipulated others, manipulated the fox demon, manipulated the heart of the willow, but could not manipulate me. I am the sacred beast that God tamed when he created the world, millions of years. Before, when I was willing to drive for God, my counter-scales engraved his curse, and I was loyal to my master."
"then you......"
"Be forced, it is disguise." Wang Yue sighed, "The intruder has no way to completely control me, but the curse of the gods has been millions of years, and the effect is not as good as the one at the time. I still have a part. /The body is affected by the false hook--when you see me, the reason why I am dumb is because my nephew is completely controlled by that person, and I can’t hear my own call. Only when his spells are invalid. When I was able to reopen my mouth, I can speak."
Ink burning asked: "Is that fake hook Chen know that you are pretending?"
"I don’t think he knows." Looking at the moon and watching the burning, he said, "According to his plan, today he will take your spiritual core and renew his life. But he did not expect that I will bring you again. Go back to the arsenal and destroy the ancient willow. He is not wary of me."
Chu nightning suddenly said: "He may not be wary of you, maybe it is more than enough."
"How do you say this?"
Chu night Ning said: "I vaguely think that the fake hook Chen Shanggong is another weird."
The author has something to say:
Today’s small theater is a rewritten version of a plot. When the code is opened, I always feel that the ink burns a little bit of taste in this plot. Later, when I think about it, he is worse than the root 2333.
After the "Golden Pool is destroyed, the modern version" is turned on, toot!
In the secret road, four people are worried about each other, and no one speaks any more.
The ink burned against the icy wall, watching Chu nightning holding Xue Meng, patted his shoulder, and suddenly it was not a taste.
But the ink burned nothing, just bowed his head and touched the cigarette case, leaving the last cigarette in it. He bit it into his lips, and the lighter rang. A cluster of sparks was clear and dark, and it was reflected in his throat, like the poppy of the new spit.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. In the addictive nicotine, the ink burned his eyes, not salty or light, and looked at them without looking at them lightly, then turned his face away.
He leaned against the wall and put his hand in his pocket.
No one talks, reason tells me to burn, give them a little time, there is always a time for a cigarette, the little peacock needs comfort.
He is a very addicted person, and he likes the rot of the tar in the lips and teeth.
But that day, he couldn’t help but resent. This cigarette seems to be extraordinarily long. Damn, he has been pumping for so long, so heavier, but how can he fuck?
The smoldering suddenly raised an inexplicable temper, and he blamed the temper on the unsatisfactory smoking. So he smashed half of the smoke that had not been exhausted on the wall. Then he looked up and still stuck in his pocket with one hand, and it seemed to be justifiably going toward Chu.
"Chu Chu." He looked at the face of Chu Yuning, and reached out and slammed Xue Meng straight, and squatted to his side, and his lips were rolling out a lazy smile.
"You don’t care about my brother, I can’t feel it anymore. What’s wrong, if you look at it, hello people do it..."
He was soaked and dumb, so he cleared his throat.
"I am also my brother."
Chu nightning is a slogan.
It’s ridiculous. What he thought at the time was: Is this grandson’s brother, I am a hooligan, or literally, that the relationship with Xue Meng is “a man who is older than his own and is older than himself”?