Chapter 89 Disaster at Ziyang Mountain

Style: Fantasy Author: A bowl of DukangWords: 2396Update Time: 24/01/18 08:01:12
Seeing the giant eagle that had lost its head fall all the way to the ground, Xiang Rong frowned in mid-air.

The situation was a bit abnormal, or beyond his understanding. At least based on his brief understanding of the boy when he went up the mountain before, he was not a person like Ruan Shantao who was so upright that he could be called pedantic. His temperament was actually on the contrary. There is something similar to him - and this means that, like him, that boy is also flexible.

But is this a person who, when facing a monster, takes the initiative to give up the weapon in his hand just to keep him?

Is this kid crazy?

"That's fine."

With just one turn, Xiang Rong, who had fallen from a high altitude, stood firmly on the ground.

"Since you want to fight one against two, then I will make it happen... huh?"

"Cerebral palsy."

Before Xiang Rong could move his hand, Du Chengfeng on horseback whizzed past Xiang Rong like a gust of wind.

Immediately afterwards, thirty-eight dry arms with bamboo joints moved all the way towards Xiang Rong, with momentum as turbulent as a wave.

"you!"

Seeing those big withered hands covering the sky and the sun, Xiang Rong fell from the sky and finally came back to his senses.

It's like two people encountering a bear in the forest. The ferocious bear is chasing the two of them. At this time, does the person lagging behind really need to consider whether he can beat the bear?

No, he just needs to outrun the guy in front of him.

Just like here now, Xiang Rong, who was pulled back to the ground, lost the mobility of the giant human-faced eagle, and now he became the one lagging behind. Behind him, the monster named Ruan Shantao, who was concocted by him, was already chasing after him.

Among the forty-six withered arms, Xiang Rong could even faintly hear the hoarse voice of his old friend.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The monster named Ruan Shantao howled hoarsely, and the eyes on each palm were filled with tears.

"Bai Shoukong has lived for more than eighty years. I have accomplished nothing, accomplished nothing... nothing has changed, nothing has gotten better. I regret so much! I regret so much!"

Three hundred and sixty-four arms roared in unison, sending their wails toward the sky.

Regret, so regretful. Once upon a time, Ruan Shantao thought that by taking root in Yanzhou and teaching people, he had made some contribution to the world. But it was not until now that he realized that his benevolence and righteousness had actually So narrow, so small.

He did make some changes in Yanzhou, but there is still no change in Jibei next door. People still draw swords against each other when they disagree, and they still abandon the way of benevolence and righteousness like worn out shoes - even Yanzhou cannot be called a real place. There was peace, but where he couldn't see, people were still killing each other.

Jizhou was captured, but he couldn't do anything. The emperor wanted to reduce the armaments of various states, but he still couldn't do anything. Even though he was already a Situ when he was at his highest, looking back on the past, he actually didn't accomplish anything.

Then what's the point of his persistence.

What is his benevolence for?

"So, something must be done."

Thinking like this, the terrifying giant named Ruan Shantao pulled out the roots buried deep under Ziyang Mountain.

For a time, the earth shook.

"Brother Ruan! Are you crazy!"

There seemed to be a voice coming from under my feet, and it sounded familiar.

But Ruan Shantao does not agree with this view.

crazy? How is it possible? His current condition is simply better than ever. Unparalleled power circulates in his torso and 3,486 limbs, giving him the power to change everything.

Yes, power, he should have thought of it earlier.

With such power, who can stop his benevolence and righteousness!

"boom--"

Just when Ruan Shantao was about to move his six hundred and thirty-two legs to carry out his benevolence and righteousness, crisscrossed swords struck him fiercely!

Dark green juice spread all over the sky, which made Ruan Shantao lower his head.

He wanted to see who was blocking his benevolence and righteousness, who was this treacherous villain!

"……Huh?"

What appeared in the 5,247 eyes was a familiar figure with disheveled hair.

"Xiang Rong? When did you come?"

The giant named Ruan Shantao was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed.

"Yes, it's time for you to come. It's been so long, and it seems you've finally figured it out... Why, are you finally willing to acknowledge my benevolence?"

Saying this, Ruan Shantao waved his long arms, and those twisted and knotted arms like the roots of old trees grabbed Xiang Rong.

"Then let's come together! For our benevolence! For the sake of all the people in the world!"

"... Even if you become a monster, do you still only have Da Chen in your eyes? Brother Ruan?"

With his fists clenched, Xiang Rong looked up at the giant creature in front of him.

"Even if you become a monster, is there still no place for me in your kindness? Brother Ruan?"

"Brother Xiang Rong! Do you feel my kindness?"

Picking up Xiang Rong, the monster named Ruan Shantao couldn't help laughing.

"You're right! Benevolence should be spread throughout the world and conquer the world..."

Buzz——

The towering tree-like arms melted away.

In just an instant, the huge torrent of evil energy destroyed half of Ruan Shantao's body, causing the broken branches and leaves to dissipate between heaven and earth.

And in Xiang Rong's hand, at some point, there was a halberd.

The halberd is a divination halberd. It has double blades and is always horizontal. It is like two sharp swords that are unparalleled in the world. However, the pole of the halberd is like a twisted and winding pale spine, with old red silk wrapped around it. A spine as winding as a dragon gave the long white bone pole an extra bit of nobility out of thin air, and when this nobility was mixed with the ferocious aura of the halberd itself, a world-dominating aura was born out of thin air. Come on.

And on the corners of the red silk, you can faintly see some phoenix patterns.

"Brother Ruan, I'm really sorry for keeping this secret from you for so long...my name is not actually Xiang Rong."

Holding a halberd in one hand, the middle-aged man named "Xiang Rong" looked up at the huge monster in front of him.

"Let's get to know each other again. My name is Xiang Rong, the thirty-fifth generation grandson of the Chu royal family... Just like I am not a Chu person in your kindness, in my eyes, you Chen people are just a group of usurpers. Rebellious.”

But I will always remember the time when we were young and drinking together.

"Buzz——"

Towering trees fell.

On the ferocious halberd in Xiang Rong's hand, there were also a few cracks between the pale spines.

"Are you already completely unable to hold on...?"

Looking at the halberd in his hand, Xiang Rong's face turned gloomy.

"But he can't do it. He doesn't get along with you... There's no reason. If I say no, it just can't be done."

Having said this, Xiang Rong raised his head and glanced at the huge corpse beside him.

"Brother Ruan, since you are unwilling to use your kindness to help me, then I can only listen to it."

After looking at the horrific wounds on the corpse, Xiang Rong couldn't help but tighten his grip on the halberd in his hand.

Just a weak remnant can possess such power. If this Overlord's Halberd is completely resurrected, Dachu will surely make a comeback and wipe out the Eight Desolations and Liuhe.

Just like the phoenix bird reborn from the ashes that Chu people worship.

"But you still need to bear with it for a while...it's not enough. The current quantity is not enough."

Gritting his teeth, Xiang Rong reached out and cut open his back, and inserted the ferocious halberd like a spine back into the flesh and blood of his back.

After that, he straightened his clothes and headed north.