Shu Jialan didn't dare to blink, he just washed his eyes with Buddha's light, all the dust and distractions dispersed, and he looked again...
Still jade face, black hair, elegant posture.
Later, the yellow leaves fell into pieces, and the shadows of the trees were dancing in the distance.
Nothing seems to have changed.
Shu Jialan suddenly remembered the scripture that the abbot once said, and it was like this sentence, which flowed in his heart - "All conditioned Dharma is like a dream."
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lu Qilang suddenly turned around and asked.
Life is fresh and breath is solid. It doesn't look like a fake demon, nor is it a bubble.
"Ha, there seems to be something strange in that forest." Shu Jialan subconsciously grabbed a small demon-conquering pestle, which was the pendant he originally hung around his neck.
Gently turn this small magic pestle between your thumb and index finger, using frequent small movements to cover up your inner shock: "What is it, it's gone in a blink of an eye."
"Really." Lu Qilang turned back, the emotion in his voice was very light: "My spiritual sense tells me that this place is very strange and dangerous. Don't look at things you shouldn't look at."
It is true that he always only looked at the road ahead. It was Shu Jialan himself who always looked around.
"That's it...thanks for the reminder." Shu Jialan tried his best to stay calm.
If you encounter an evil beast while walking alone in the mountains, the more timid you are, the easier it is to become food. Having lived alone in the mountains for many years when he was a child, he has a deep understanding of this truth.
The two demon kings continued to move forward without showing much abnormalities.
But no one continued the topic just now. They all remained silent.
The so-called curiosity about fellow travelers and the so-called responsibility of the mission are not worth mentioning before one's own safety. Living has infinite possibilities.
The secret treasure left by the legend of the Yu clan has spanned tens of thousands of years. Under normal circumstances, it is far from something that demon kings like them are qualified to touch. I don’t know why, but it’s just right for them to gather here. But opposite to the opportunities, there are equally unpredictable dangers!
Furthermore, the Land of Divine Snow has been covered in dust for so many years. Even if there was nothing sinister at the beginning, who knows if anything weird has happened in this long period of time?
It doesn't matter if there is no danger, but if something bad happens, we must not deal with it easily.
Lu Qilang's face was calm, and his steps did not slow down for a moment.
But the green leaf holding a jade carving in his palm was already covered with cracks and would completely shatter if he relaxed even a little.
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"What do you think about Xiong Sansi?"
On one of the tree-lined paths, a voice also asked.
The voice came from the mysterious Taiping Ghost Chaos. His expression was very cold at the moment. Of course, it was covered by a mask and could not be seen by Sheguyu... Sheguyu, who was keeping a considerable distance, would not look at it at all.
Sheguyu didn't even speak. Walk calmly, walking in the shadows.
In this land of gods, she was not yet able to fully enter the shadows. @·No mistake first~~
Zhu Dali relied on Taiping Taoist's means and didn't care which competitor he had. I was only a little afraid of the mysterious Xiong Sancai. Because the Taoist master specifically emphasized that he should keep a distance from Lu Qilang and Xiong Sansi.
But Sheguyu didn't want to talk, so he stopped talking.
After walking for a while, Zhu Dali asked coolly: "Do you have any ideals?"
Sheguyu was the most beautiful banshee he had ever seen, or at least one of the most beautiful. In his opinion, it was no worse than Zhu Lanruo's appearance.
It's not that he can't walk when he sees the beautiful succubus, it's just that it's a bit of fate to walk together.
Just like most male monsters who see the face of Sheguyu, they generally feel... that the reason why such a beautiful and pitiful banshee has killed herself is there some hidden reason that can be understood?
He thinks of himself as chivalrous, with a certain concept of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, and some feelings of drawing a sword to confront evil.
Sheguyu still didn't speak.
"We are walking together, facing dangers and opportunities together. It is always better to help each other than to be wary of each other... just chatting for a while."
Zhu Dali carefully recalled the chatting style of the drinkers in the tavern, looked at the yellow leaves, and asked in a deep tone: "Whose poem do you like?"
"Stronger than me.".
Shegu Yu said.
Zhu Dali was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"
"To answer your first question." Sheguyu said calmly.
Even if she doesn't like to communicate, she still admits that Zhu Dali is right. It's always better to help each other than to be wary of each other... although being wary is inevitable.
If you must talk about some nonsense when traveling together, instead of talking about ideals and poetry, it is better to talk about combat power. In this world where monsters eat monsters, how many serious monsters can talk about ideals? In this cruel world, how naive must be to maintain poetry?
Only then did Zhu Dali realize that what Shegu Yu said was that Xiong Sansi was better than her.
He, who was listed as a Taiping Ghost Chaos, chuckled: "Life and death sometimes only happen in a split second. How can we judge who is stronger than the other if we have never fought before?"
To him, it doesn't really matter who is better than whom. Because in this land of gods, everyone is stronger than him, and no one can be stronger than the Taoist master.
"I've seen him take action." Shegu Yu's voice was faint: "In Mentougou."
Montougou is not a resounding name.
The origin of this name has long been unknown.
But as a place of trial for demon geniuses and a place where battles between geniuses occur frequently, Mentougou is really famous. Zhu Dali often heard Sake talk about it in the tavern, and he would even brag about it himself.
Therefore, he said in surprise: "Xiong Sansi killed the bee-killing monk Mentougou? The battle where he was promoted to the eighth new king on the Tianbang list and became famous? Were you present at that time?"
"That happened three years ago..." Sheguyu didn't want to talk more, and only said: "I watched the whole battle. Even if I was just the Xiong Sansi at that time, I am still not sure about facing him now. "
Zhu Dali guessed that the head of the She family might have taken She Guyu to Mentougou at that time.
"I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it..."
"Then don't ask." Sheguyu's voice became very cold, cutting off the communication.
"……oh."
Jiang Wang in the mirror world did not know at this time that even though he had cut off from the Faceless Cult from the beginning, his traces were still captured. Now Moyun City is opening a huge net, waiting for him. The return of a faceless god... He had no way of judging. The power of the sky demon was beyond his imagination.
At this moment, he sat alone in the mirror, examining every detail in the Land of God's Sky.
The land of Shenxiao has its own magic, and the power of the red mirror cannot leave the tree-lined path and enter the dense forest. So more often than not, he could only rely on the divine seal and borrow Zhu Dali's sight.
Among all the demon clans participating in the competition, he was most afraid of Lu Qilang and Xiong Sansi.
The former's terrifying spiritual sense is the easiest to detect his presence, triggering a group attack. The latter had the most and longest preparations for the Land of Divine Snow. Although it was revealed by the Zhiwen Bell from the beginning, and seemed to be in the light, in fact, it did not reveal any foundation. It seemed unfathomable to him. When you are surrounded by enemies, you should not start an unprepared battle easily. So the more mysterious it is, the more distance it needs to be kept.
Snake Gu Yu moved forward silently, while Zhu Dali strode over dead branches and leaves with a rather rampant attitude.
Coo, coo, coo.
At a certain moment, there was a strange noise.
The sound seemed to come from all directions at the same time, and it was impossible to capture the specific location.
It was like the sound of a bubbling spring, but sharper.
It sounded like the chirping of some strange bird, but there was no breath of life.
"Did you hear anything?" Zhu Dali held the double straight knives in his hands and looked around warily.
But there was no response...
"Snake girl?!"
He turned around in horror and saw Shegu Yu's body completely withdrawing from the shadows, already frozen there, motionless. There is no breath anymore, the eyes are lifeless, and there is no sign of any life!
Is he dead?
This is a powerful man at the level of the new king of the Heavenly Ranking. How could he die silently?
"Snake girl?"
Zhu Dali maintained the highest vigilance, used his strength to move his body, turned the handle of the knife upside down, and tentatively touched forward——
There seemed to be a breeze blowing by, and Shegu Yu's body, wrapped in black clothes, along with her black clothes, turned into gray-white powder, fluttering in the wind.
This scene is so scary.
.
A huge fear fell in my heart.
"Tao Master?!" Zhu Dali shouted in his heart.
The Taiping God Wind Seal immediately responded: "Relax."
Zhu Dali directly let go of the control of his body. On top of the black mask, his eyes were like waves in the quiet sea, with frosty white wind marks jumping up.
The hands holding the knife were only twisted slightly, and the fighting posture of the entire body was completely different.
At this moment, the Taiping Taoist Lord appears with the Taiping Divine Wind Seal!
at the same time.
The gray-white powder traced through the air, forming a vague outline of a monster. From the outline, a skeleton with a sword and a shield jumped out and slashed at him with one strike.
This level of power?
Taoist Master Taiping, who controlled Zhu Dali, was slightly surprised. He was not surprised at the power of this sword, but at its weakness. @*~~This is not consistent with the dangerous atmosphere brought by the terrifying vision. It is definitely not the power that can take away Shegu Yu.
clang!
Thinking continues, and so does action.
It's too slow to say it was a flash of lightning, just a fleeting thought.
The moment the straight knives crossed each other, another straight knife had already penetrated the round shield and shattered the skeleton. The sword roared like a tornado, twisting the skeleton into pieces.
In the sky full of gray-white bone fragments, the fat body only took one step back and then stopped. The body was moving and still, like a sculpture in the mist.
And the gray-white bone fragments from the shattered skull were like coarse sand, falling quietly and making a rustling sound right at the spot where the sword was cut in front of him.
This wonderful control of power intoxicated Zhu Dali, who let go of his body control.
Every time the Taoist comes with one billionth of his thoughts, it is the most rewarding moment for him. Every battle in which the Taoist master was present was enough for him to ponder over and over again. Every detail of the battle has benefited him a lot.
It might be an exaggeration to say that you can make a thousand miles with a day... but there is no problem if you say that you can reach a level every time you fight.
At this time, Zhu Dali "saw" that his body was moving again. He twisted the soles of his feet and moved sideways. The long knife in his hand only turned slightly, and the knife jumped up with force. He had a comfortable feeling of flowing smoothly, as if he was in the most appropriate environment, with every muscle mass in the right position, emitting the right amount of force... and then moved forward!
Go forward!
In front of him was a white skeleton that jumped out from the trajectory traced by the gray and white bone fragments. Its bones are intact, strong, and highly textured. A bone gun in its hand lights up the sky with stars.
Zhu Dali alone would never be able to withstand such a spear move.
But at this moment, the long knife in the air was just a mistake. The two zigzag trajectories were agile and fast, like a flying rainbow comet with its tail curling into the sky, sweeping away all the cold stars.
Zhu Dali felt that his bloated body was extremely agile at this moment. As the bone spear that was constantly being cut off protruded forward, piercing through the flying bone spurs, he instantly collided with the white skeleton——
brush!
The sword flashed past.
Every bone of this skeleton was clearly separated...-two hundred and six in total.
Especially on these bones, there is not even a trace of unnecessary knife marks.
Even when cutting tofu, it is difficult to cut it so evenly.
It's amazing!
At this moment, Zhu Dali's fear of what happened to Shegu Yu suddenly dissipated a lot. The Taoist master is here, the gods and ghosts retreat!
But for Taiping Taoist who controls this body... this is just a basic use of the edge, not a wonderful sword technique at all.
Compared with Dou Zhao's sword skills, where is this?
What Jiang Wang is really concerned about is the changes in the skeleton in front of him - where does it come from, why does it appear, how does it dissipate and then reunite again and again? Can it be interrupted? How many times can it be reunited? Each time it reunites In the end, the strength is even greater than before... by how much?
Fighting is sometimes just a process of validating your thinking.
Click! Click! Click!
This time Jiang Wang did not completely chop the skeleton into pieces, but the completely separated bones were still reunited in some way that he could not detect yet - one of the joint bones was deliberately stepped on by him. On the soles of the boots, what was covered with Dao Yuan disappeared without a trace, returning to the reunited skeletons.
This time, the skeleton has red blood streaks in addition to the white bones, and its shape is strange and vicious. .
Holding a long bow in the hand, the spine is the bow body and the blood vessels are the long strings.
There are also three long arrows, three medium-long arrows, and three short arrows... The nine arrows are held together, all on the string.
In the blue and black blood vessels, blood surged like a tide.
Rumble!
Then the bone arrow was lifted from the string!
Jiang Wang controlled Zhu Dali's body, moved his body lightly, and walked with arrows in front of him.
This is indeed a ferocious archery skill, but compared with Li Fengyao and Li Longchuan, it is far behind.
Ding!
The pale bone arrow with bloodshot eyes was nailed to the sideways blade.
Zhu Dali's fat body took a step back, his long knife still trembling.
It's not that this arrow is very powerful, but it is indeed close to the ultimate power of the demon general level. It is beyond the reach of Pig Dali's own strength.
Skeletons are getting stronger and stronger!
Even Zhu Dali has a clear feeling about this.
But he felt that he was still moving forward, wandering through the piercing screams. He just casually shook his head and the arrow grazed the fat on his cheek.
Another leap forward, the frosty wind passed over the blade...
Once the frost wind passes, everything will wither, even the bone meal will no longer exist. @*~~
Can they still be reunited?
Still possible!
This time there wasn't even a trace. A monster with decaying flesh and broken skin appeared out of thin air.
His gender was unclear, his face was blurred, and he didn't have much meat on his body, but he had a pair of hands with clear joints and clear texture.
The evil spirit of blood rose around him and gathered clouds in the sky.
- His hands reached up to the sky, and when they came down, he pulled out a bloody sword twisted black.
The body spins like electricity, with a sword at the throat!
For a moment, Zhu Dali thought he was going to die on the spot. There was no reason for this. But after a blink of an eye, he saw that his long knife had cut off the opponent's head.
The evolution of the battle to this moment was completely beyond his understanding. No matter how much I think about it, I can't capture the subtlety.
And the skeleton actually resurrected from death and became stronger again.
This time, let alone the Taiping Ghost, even a well-informed Taiping Taoist himself would be surprised.
Because what appeared in front of him at this time was a haggard and aging monster with a rotten appearance and a rickety body, but the outline could vaguely be seen... the appearance of a pig Dali!
The sickly, thin version and the aging version of Zhu Dali.
And he also made a sound for the first time. His aging and painful voice sang, and the song said——
"What sorrow is there in life, what hatred is there in death. Immortality is in the Fountain of Youth!"
