Chapter 1806
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"Go, go!"
At the end of the last gorge of Wushan sea, a spirited southward monk, like a crucian carp crossing the river, rushes forward like a gate to heaven.
It's like a substantial wave of vitality, which is coming face to face. It makes everyone yearn for the world beyond the end of the gorge.
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, the road is so big, it's too bullying to squeeze an old man, isn't it?"
In the crowd, a cry of discontent came out, and then a young nun, who was surrounded by the crowd, slowed down, turned to look at the embarrassed old monk lying on the ground, and her voice continued:
"how are you, old Taoist friend?"
As the voice dropped, the young nun still wanted to go forward to check, but she was tightly stopped by the entourage around her. Then a middle-aged nun next to her shook her head and whispered in her ear:
"Miss, the core of taixuan is not safe, even more dangerous than our county, so it's better to do more than less, and move on quickly Let's go. "
The young girl's face changed. After some hesitation, she stopped her steps. Then she let her entourage take her forward, but she turned her head and looked at the old friar behind with sympathy.
Sympathy is the most pitiful emotion in taixuan.
Including the old friars who were lying on all fours at this time, they never hoped for the sympathy of the other friars.
One monk after another rushed past the old man, not only without any help, but also with a laugh. After a long time, the old monk got up from the ground and coughed heavily.
He was very pale in front of him. When he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, he found a lot of blood. But at that time, the old monk, who had been knocked unconscious by the momentum, was seriously injured and didn't get any better.
"Bad luck."
With a little painful voice in the old monk's mouth, then he sat up, shook his head, opened his mouth and coughed violently.
The tremendous pressure of the top-level high-level overhaul is not only a physical trauma, but also a heavy blow to the spirit. Now it is the severe pain after the spirit was torn that torments the old monk.
However, even at this time, the old monk still firmly grasped the cloth bag in front of his chest, because this was the last hope of him and the whole clan behind him.
"Damn it."
The more painful voice continued to come out of the old monk's mouth, and his heart was uneasy, because his vision in front of him had begun to become a little blurred, and the buzzing voice in his mind kept ringing, and he was about to fall forward.
Then the old monk stretched out his right hand to support the ground, gasped violently, and tried his best to raise his head. Next breath, on the side of his blurred vision, suddenly a black carriage pulled by Shenjun strange beast appeared.
The speed of the carriage is not fast, but it reveals calm and stability everywhere.
The ground at the exit of this gorge is not flat, but if someone observes it carefully, he will find that under the wheel of the carriage, whether it is convex or concave, it is smoothed by a mysterious force, making the carriage move forward steadily.
"I'm not reconciled. I'm not reconciled."
With an unwilling roar, the old monk began to ring out in the torn sea of knowledge. Then he stared at the carriage whose face was getting farther and farther away, and his fists almost penetrated into the flesh. Finally, he climbed forward a few times and opened his mouth:
"wait a minute, please wait a minute."
The old monk tried his best to roar, but there was no pause in the front of the carriage. Then the old man took off the cloth bag on his chest, opened his mouth and continued to roar:
"I'm paid, bright stone, high quality bright stone!"
As soon as the word Mingshi came out, the carriage stopped slowly.
Then a young man in a black robe jumped out of the carriage, opened his mouth to show his big white teeth, and said with a smile:
"our son has ordered us to give you a ride. As for the reward of Mingshi, it's free."
Half a quarter of an hour later, the old friar in the carriage leaned gently against the rear carriage plate and took a deep breath. He only felt his dizzy head clear. Then he straightened up, turned and arched his hands. With a grateful voice, it came out:
"thank you, little brother. Thank you, young man in the carriage. If you have a chance in the future, I will repay you."
"It's just a lift."
Daxialei Prefecture is famous for its enthusiasm, so shunzi's smile is very infectious. However, the old man didn't notice shunzi's rare dark eyes in taixuan place. Instead, he coughed and arched his hand in front of him again, and his voice said:
"your hand lifting is a blessing for me and the shaky clan behind me."
After that, a trace of helplessness appeared on the old man's face, his lips gently opened, and he continued to say:"In fact, it's not a pity to stay in this gorge when I'm about to enter the earth. But the exit of Wushan sea is just in front of me. There are tens of thousands of people living behind me waiting for me to rescue. I'm still not reconciled."
The voice of the old man was filled with endless sigh, but shunzi didn't continue to talk deeply. Many times, because of the different environment, the different experiences, and the different joys and sorrows between the creatures, they were not interlinked.
Shunzi is the Black Dragon Guard in the frontier of Daxia garrison. Behind his big white teeth and bright smile is the soul of the brave and resolute Daxia soldier. Then the young captain put away his smile, and his young voice sounded:
"life is not easy, and the road is long. I hope that the old friars can get what they want in the core of Central Plains after they get out of the fog mountain and sea gorge."
"I'll borrow your good words."
The old monk showed a smile. He just wanted to bow his hand again, but his face changed, because there was a sharp roar in his ear.
"Hiss!"
As soon as this shrill sound appeared, it immediately enveloped everyone's ears. Such a sudden shrill sound made the southward monks swarming out of the entrance of the gorge and asked one after another:
"this is the sound of swords. Why is there such a shrill sound of swords at the entrance of the gorge?"
As the words fell, a strong uneasiness suddenly gushed out from the bottom of the monks' heart. Then the sound of the sword piercing the void became more and more serious, indicating that something was rapidly approaching.
After a breath, the void was completely cut from top to bottom over the entrance of the gorge like a gateway to heaven, and then a figure in a sword robe was blasted out.
The mighty sword Qi swept from the human body to the outside, and even sparkled in the void with dazzling thunder and earth shaking roar.
But what made these monks fear was that the figure fell like a lightning meteor directly, with the intention of tearing up all the lightning swords, and smashed down to the ground.
"You Jian Xiu Da Neng has been shot down for nine days. Who is it? The sword is so powerful!"
In a flash, the shadow blasted directly into the ground.
"Boom!"
Under the deafening sound, a visible afterwave of vitality turned into a purple arc and spread out, tearing up all the fleeing monks around.
Blood splashing gorge ridge!
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"Go, go!"
At the end of the last gorge of Wushan sea, a spirited southward monk, like a crucian carp crossing the river, rushes forward like a gate to heaven.
It's like a substantial wave of vitality, which is coming face to face. It makes everyone yearn for the world beyond the end of the gorge.
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, the road is so big, it's too bullying to squeeze an old man, isn't it?"
In the crowd, a cry of discontent came out, and then a young nun, who was surrounded by the crowd, slowed down, turned to look at the embarrassed old monk lying on the ground, and her voice continued:
"how are you, old Taoist friend?"
As the voice dropped, the young nun still wanted to go forward to check, but she was tightly stopped by the entourage around her. Then a middle-aged nun next to her shook her head and whispered in her ear:
"Miss, the core of taixuan is not safe, even more dangerous than our county, so it's better to do more than less, and move on quickly Let's go. "
The young girl's face changed. After some hesitation, she stopped her steps. Then she let her entourage take her forward, but she turned her head and looked at the old friar behind with sympathy.
Sympathy is the most pitiful emotion in taixuan.
Including the old friars who were lying on all fours at this time, they never hoped for the sympathy of the other friars.
One monk after another rushed past the old man, not only without any help, but also with a laugh. After a long time, the old monk got up from the ground and coughed heavily.
He was very pale in front of him. When he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, he found a lot of blood. But at that time, the old monk, who had been knocked unconscious by the momentum, was seriously injured and didn't get any better.
"Bad luck."
With a little painful voice in the old monk's mouth, then he sat up, shook his head, opened his mouth and coughed violently.
The tremendous pressure of the top-level high-level overhaul is not only a physical trauma, but also a heavy blow to the spirit. Now it is the severe pain after the spirit was torn that torments the old monk.
However, even at this time, the old monk still firmly grasped the cloth bag in front of his chest, because this was the last hope of him and the whole clan behind him.
"Damn it."
The more painful voice continued to come out of the old monk's mouth, and his heart was uneasy, because his vision in front of him had begun to become a little blurred, and the buzzing voice in his mind kept ringing, and he was about to fall forward.
Then the old monk stretched out his right hand to support the ground, gasped violently, and tried his best to raise his head. Next breath, on the side of his blurred vision, suddenly a black carriage pulled by Shenjun strange beast appeared.
The speed of the carriage is not fast, but it reveals calm and stability everywhere.
The ground at the exit of this gorge is not flat, but if someone observes it carefully, he will find that under the wheel of the carriage, whether it is convex or concave, it is smoothed by a mysterious force, making the carriage move forward steadily.
"I'm not reconciled. I'm not reconciled."
With an unwilling roar, the old monk began to ring out in the torn sea of knowledge. Then he stared at the carriage whose face was getting farther and farther away, and his fists almost penetrated into the flesh. Finally, he climbed forward a few times and opened his mouth:
"wait a minute, please wait a minute."
The old monk tried his best to roar, but there was no pause in the front of the carriage. Then the old man took off the cloth bag on his chest, opened his mouth and continued to roar:
"I'm paid, bright stone, high quality bright stone!"
As soon as the word Mingshi came out, the carriage stopped slowly.
Then a young man in a black robe jumped out of the carriage, opened his mouth to show his big white teeth, and said with a smile:
"our son has ordered us to give you a ride. As for the reward of Mingshi, it's free."
Half a quarter of an hour later, the old friar in the carriage leaned gently against the rear carriage plate and took a deep breath. He only felt his dizzy head clear. Then he straightened up, turned and arched his hands. With a grateful voice, it came out:
"thank you, little brother. Thank you, young man in the carriage. If you have a chance in the future, I will repay you."
"It's just a lift."
Daxialei Prefecture is famous for its enthusiasm, so shunzi's smile is very infectious. However, the old man didn't notice shunzi's rare dark eyes in taixuan place. Instead, he coughed and arched his hand in front of him again, and his voice said:
"your hand lifting is a blessing for me and the shaky clan behind me."
After that, a trace of helplessness appeared on the old man's face, his lips gently opened, and he continued to say:"In fact, it's not a pity to stay in this gorge when I'm about to enter the earth. But the exit of Wushan sea is just in front of me. There are tens of thousands of people living behind me waiting for me to rescue. I'm still not reconciled."
The voice of the old man was filled with endless sigh, but shunzi didn't continue to talk deeply. Many times, because of the different environment, the different experiences, and the different joys and sorrows between the creatures, they were not interlinked.
Shunzi is the Black Dragon Guard in the frontier of Daxia garrison. Behind his big white teeth and bright smile is the soul of the brave and resolute Daxia soldier. Then the young captain put away his smile, and his young voice sounded:
"life is not easy, and the road is long. I hope that the old friars can get what they want in the core of Central Plains after they get out of the fog mountain and sea gorge."
"I'll borrow your good words."
The old monk showed a smile. He just wanted to bow his hand again, but his face changed, because there was a sharp roar in his ear.
"Hiss!"
As soon as this shrill sound appeared, it immediately enveloped everyone's ears. Such a sudden shrill sound made the southward monks swarming out of the entrance of the gorge and asked one after another:
"this is the sound of swords. Why is there such a shrill sound of swords at the entrance of the gorge?"
As the words fell, a strong uneasiness suddenly gushed out from the bottom of the monks' heart. Then the sound of the sword piercing the void became more and more serious, indicating that something was rapidly approaching.
After a breath, the void was completely cut from top to bottom over the entrance of the gorge like a gateway to heaven, and then a figure in a sword robe was blasted out.
The mighty sword Qi swept from the human body to the outside, and even sparkled in the void with dazzling thunder and earth shaking roar.
But what made these monks fear was that the figure fell like a lightning meteor directly, with the intention of tearing up all the lightning swords, and smashed down to the ground.
"You Jian Xiu Da Neng has been shot down for nine days. Who is it? The sword is so powerful!"
In a flash, the shadow blasted directly into the ground.
"Boom!"
Under the deafening sound, a visible afterwave of vitality turned into a purple arc and spread out, tearing up all the fleeing monks around.
Blood splashing gorge ridge!
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
"Go, go!" At the end of the last gorge of Wushan sea, a spirited southward monk, like a crucian carp crossing the river, rushes forward like a gate to heaven. It's like a substantial wave of vitality, which is coming face to face. It makes everyone yearn for the world beyond the end of the gorge. "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, the road is so big, it's too bullying to squeeze an old man, isn't it?" In the crowd, a cry of discontent came out, and then a young nun, who was surrounded by the crowd, slowed down, turned to look at the embarrassed old monk lying on the ground, and her voice continued: "how are you, old Taoist friend?" As the voice dropped, the young nun still wanted to go forward to check, but she was tightly stopped by the entourage around her. Then a middle-aged nun next to her shook her head and whispered in her ear: "Miss, the core of taixuan is not safe, even more dangerous than our county, so it's better to do more than less, and move on quickly Let's go. " The young girl's face changed. After some hesitation, she stopped her steps. Then she let her entourage take her forward, but she turned her head and looked at the old friar behind with sympathy. Sympathy is the most pitiful emotion in taixuan. Including the old friars who were lying on all fours at this time, they never hoped for the sympathy of the other friars. One monk after another rushed past the old man, not only without any help, but also with a laugh. After a long time, the old monk got up from the ground and coughed heavily. He was very pale in front of him. When he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, he found a lot of blood. But at that time, the old monk, who had been knocked unconscious by the momentum, was seriously injured and didn't get any better. "Bad luck." With a little painful voice in the old monk's mouth, then he sat up, shook his head, opened his mouth and coughed violently. The tremendous pressure of the top-level high-level overhaul is not only a physical trauma, but also a heavy blow to the spirit. Now it is the severe pain after the spirit was torn that torments the old monk. However, even at this time, the old monk still firmly grasped the cloth bag in front of his chest, because this was the last hope of him and the whole clan behind him. "Damn it." The more painful voice continued to come out of the old monk's mouth, and his heart was uneasy, because his vision in front of him had begun to become a little blurred, and the buzzing voice in his mind kept ringing, and he was about to fall forward. Then the old monk stretched out his right hand to support the ground, gasped violently, and tried his best to raise his head. Next breath, on the side of his blurred vision, suddenly a black carriage pulled by Shenjun strange beast appeared. The speed of the carriage is not fast, but it reveals calm and stability everywhere. The ground at the exit of this gorge is not flat, but if someone observes it carefully, he will find that under the wheel of the carriage, whether it is convex or concave, it is smoothed by a mysterious force, making the carriage move forward steadily. "I'm not reconciled. I'm not reconciled." With an unwilling roar, the old monk began to ring out in the torn sea of knowledge. Then he stared at the carriage whose face was getting farther and farther away, and his fists almost penetrated into the flesh. Finally, he climbed forward a few times and opened his mouth: "wait a minute, please wait a minute." The old monk tried his best to roar, but there was no pause in the front of the carriage. Then the old man took off the cloth bag on his chest, opened his mouth and continued to roar: "I'm paid, bright stone, high quality bright stone!" As soon as the word Mingshi came out, the carriage stopped slowly. Then a young man in a black robe jumped out of the carriage, opened his mouth to show his big white teeth, and said with a smile: "our son has ordered us to give you a ride. As for the reward of Mingshi, it's free." Half a quarter of an hour later, the old friar in the carriage leaned gently against the rear carriage plate and took a deep breath. He only felt his dizzy head clear. Then he straightened up, turned and arched his hands. With a grateful voice, it came out: "thank you, little brother. Thank you, young man in the carriage. If you have a chance in the future, I will repay you." "It's just a lift." Daxialei Prefecture is famous for its enthusiasm, so shunzi's smile is very infectious. However, the old man didn't notice shunzi's rare dark eyes in taixuan place. Instead, he coughed and arched his hand in front of him again, and his voice said: "your hand lifting is a blessing for me and the shaky clan behind me." After that, a trace of helplessness appeared on the old man's face, his lips gently opened, and he continued to say:"In fact, it's not a pity to stay in this gorge when I'm about to enter the earth. But the exit of Wushan sea is just in front of me. There are tens of thousands of people living behind me waiting for me to rescue. I'm still not reconciled." The voice of the old man was filled with endless sigh, but shunzi didn't continue to talk deeply. Many times, because of the different environment, the different experiences, and the different joys and sorrows between the creatures, they were not interlinked. Shunzi is the Black Dragon Guard in the frontier of Daxia garrison. Behind his big white teeth and bright smile is the soul of the brave and resolute Daxia soldier. Then the young captain put away his smile, and his young voice sounded: "life is not easy, and the road is long. I hope that the old friars can get what they want in the core of Central Plains after they get out of the fog mountain and sea gorge." "I'll borrow your good words." The old monk showed a smile. He just wanted to bow his hand again, but his face changed, because there was a sharp roar in his ear. "Hiss!" As soon as this shrill sound appeared, it immediately enveloped everyone's ears. Such a sudden shrill sound made the southward monks swarming out of the entrance of the gorge and asked one after another: "this is the sound of swords. Why is there such a shrill sound of swords at the entrance of the gorge?" As the words fell, a strong uneasiness suddenly gushed out from the bottom of the monks' heart. Then the sound of the sword piercing the void became more and more serious, indicating that something was rapidly approaching. After a breath, the void was completely cut from top to bottom over the entrance of the gorge like a gateway to heaven, and then a figure in a sword robe was blasted out. The mighty sword Qi swept from the human body to the outside, and even sparkled in the void with dazzling thunder and earth shaking roar. But what made these monks fear was that the figure fell like a lightning meteor directly, with the intention of tearing up all the lightning swords, and smashed down to the ground. "You Jian Xiu Da Neng has been shot down for nine days. Who is it? The sword is so powerful!" In a flash, the shadow blasted directly into the ground. "Boom!" Under the deafening sound, a visible afterwave of vitality turned into a purple arc and spread out, tearing up all the fleeing monks around. Blood splashing gorge ridge! www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
