Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Ow, ow, ow! ”

Polygonal monster left and right two heads simultaneously scream tearing hearts and lungs, the middle bigger than a grinding disc, but in the river water, floating, only a few meters diameter cut, black blood erupted, in the storm, turned into a poison fog, teeth dancing claws spread towards the surrounding!

Under the cover of the fog, the polygon sank sharply and fled towards the Kung Wang in the depths of the Witch River.

“Wanna go? It's not that easy! Leave the demon dan behind! ”

Baked by a strange laugh, the figure of a bunch of oil, like a vulture with wings spread, flying over the polygonal monster, is naturally Li Yao pretending to be the one on the vulture!

Windstorms, thunderstorms, floods!

Raging spirits in heaven and earth!

Put your head on it, too. A brain pounded at him!

This split sky and torrential scene can't help but remind Li Yao of a wonderful time practicing wildly in the midst of thunderstorms deep in the Great Wilderness!

He's a man who can even chop a hurricane to death!

“Thunderstorm, when you get to Ben, you all die! ”

Li Yao monster shouted, the spiritual flame of the surrounding oil concentrated into two huge friends, covering the wings of the sun, a fierce fan, the lightning, windstorm and thunderbolt that attacked him all shattered!

Later, the two wings wrapped tightly together, under the precise control of the minds, formed a whole new spiritual model, condensed into a huge and unfriendly ghost claw, and grabbed the past hard towards the confluence of the three heads of the Polygon Monster!

The Polygon has just been badly wounded and lost one of its most important heads. It is precisely when the dizziness rises. Where do you notice Li Yao hiding in the green ghost fire?

Just escaped the tear of the ghost claw, and was trapped by dozens of single crystal mica filaments, and put on a straight suit!

“Shh, shh! ”

As it fled to the depths of the Witch River, Li Yao's hands pulled hard, and the single crystal mica wire easily cut off its hard scales, rough skin, and strong flesh, deeply embedded in its surrounding skeleton!

It's like a big fish with hooks. No matter how hard you struggle, no matter how you run, you can only keep the hooks tighter and tighter!

Polygonal monster practiced for hundreds of years, early human nature, knowing that this is a moment of life and death, without removing the weird thread embedded in the body, there is absolutely nowhere to escape!

It struggled for a moment downwards, simply with the power of Li Yao dragging backwards, weird tail slapped on the river surface, hundreds of meters of large body vacated and rolled back towards Li Yao.

“Shh!”

Yan leaves the second mysterious sword of the flood out of the sheath. The two swords are also like two dragons, and the two heads of the polygon monster are tangled together!

Master Bitter Cicada took the opportunity to vacate the moon white, the black iron wand was copied into his hand, eighteen rosary balls danced like a flying fire meteor, dragged a long tail flame, even the balls cannon, along the polygonal monster's broken neck, deeply did not enter its body!

“Boom!”

Master Bitter Cicada rehearsed his wand in the void like a deafening roar on the ground made of gold stone!

Centered on the point of the "pause” of the Zen wand, a cunning, confusing, brilliant symbol appeared empty, constantly expanding around, the center of the symbol is overlapping the three “Xu” words, surrounded by a circle of eighteen different postures of divine Buddha Phantom!

As each of the eighteen Dharma flashes through the radiant glow, the body of the polygonal monster also emits 18 consecutive sounds of boredom. The area of boredom first swells outward violently, like swallowing eighteen raw iron balls, then withers rapidly, as if all the bones were removed, from a dragon scolding the wind cloud, to a large, soft earthworm, no more resistance!

“Huh!”

Li Yao's single crystal mica silk, easily cut off the remaining two heads of the polygonal monster, the fleshy mountainous body fell into the Witch River, and the waves drifted away, quickly disappeared!

Li Yao, Yan Leaving, Master Bitter Cicada, the three superior Yuan Baby Xeon of the ancient holy world join forces, even with the harassment of heaven and earth, there is no escape from them!

“Demon Dan has it! ”

Li Yao deliberately laughed, seeking a reason for his own initiative, pretending to be very greedy, manipulating a single crystal mica silk, and copying all three demon dans spinning in the middle of the sky!

With his eyes swept up, Master Bitter Cicada didn't even look at the three demons. He couldn't even catch a breath. He stepped on his feet and stabbed his head deep into the Witch River!

“What's he gonna do? ”

Li Yao blinked, confused.

Hiddenly, another wave of waves swept up the upper Witch River.

That's a new round of Hong Feng!

With the current vulnerabilities of the dams on both sides of the bank, if the defensive array is not repaired as soon as possible, it may not be necessary to use multiple horns. Just the impact of Hong Feng is enough to bring down the dam!

“He, he wouldn't want to use his own power to defeat the constant Hung Feng until the storm stops, would he? ”

Li Yao was stunned by thunder. How could he not have thought that such a person as Master Bitter Cicada could have been born in the ancient world!

“What are vulture friends thinking? ”

Yan Leaving people watched Master Bitter Cicada cross the Witch River, single-handedly rushing towards Hung Feng, frowned and asked.

“I was thinking...”

Li Yiuzhu turned for half a day, "Brother Yan's sword is no more than enough to kill anyone in the world! ”

“But I wonder, can even the talkative Hong Feng be completely slaughtered? ”

“Kill Hung Feng? ”

Yan leaves to touch his naked head, looks at another naked head in the flood, shrugs his nose, mumbles, “It's kind of funny! ”

……

It rained heavenly all day and overnight until the dawn of the following day, when the sun was slightly dim in the shattered dawn.

Although there were Li Yao, Yan Leaving and Master Bitter Cicada, a section of the river where the Purple Jianzong did not have the tragedy of a dam crash, the rest of the place was not so lucky, the big and small dynasty events lay out, Li Yao flew hundreds of meters high, the scope of his eyes, unified into a water township Zeguo, only a small number of high terrain, turned into an island and a “long bridge”.

Countless flooded homes, displaced victims, like dense and numb ants, packed with islands and long bridges, migrated aimlessly in all directions, becoming the most painful displaced people in the court and repair world!

Displaced persons are the greatest source of instability for the Court.

For those who fix the truth, living, such as ants, herbivorous displaced people are naturally not enough to fear.

However, once there is Mama Bai Lian and Wan Mingzhu and other devil monarchs to sneak from it, absorb the grievous death in natural disasters, full of exasperated spirits, join the ranks of Yin soldiers and ghosts, several battles have been killed, and evolved into the evil of the fierce god, which is also a very headache!

It is the responsibility not only of the court, but also of the whole of the real world, to fight against natural disasters and to appease the displaced.

Especially the cultivation sects, which are already located in the south-eastern part of the country, are irresponsible.

If you let yourself flow, you are most likely to ignite yourself!

Looking at the myriad of clothes, his face was numb and numb. The displaced people could not cry like walking corpses. Desperately following the waves, Li Yaoxin could not tell what it was like.

Starlight Federation, naturally also has natural disasters, floods, earthquakes and tsunamis.

But for the fixers of Starlight Federation, fighting against natural disasters is just as important a vocation as killing demons. One party has difficulty supporting the other, and it is not just hanging from its mouth.

Even the country has its own complete system of disaster response and is fully operational. Not only can floods not reach this level, but even disaster victims can be quickly and properly resettled. They will never be displaced and run away!

Li Yao's eyelids suddenly caught sight of the black-pressed crowd as he sighed in darkness.

Master Bitter Cicada!

Li Yao was curious about the highly unpredictable "floating monk”.

Last night, he rushed into the flood one time to fight the flood peak. He was not rescued by several high-ranking monks of the Purple Sword Sect until the spirit was exhausted and swayed.

Unexpectedly, he just took a break for two hours, and he drilled out again, but what was he doing in the disaster?

Li Yao became curious and landed in the position of Master Bitter Cicada.

Millions of displaced people saw a “Tengyun Driving Fog” fairy landing, embarrassed and running around. Even if they fell into turbid water, they wouldn't dare to climb up near Li Yao.

Even some gray-haired, pale old man, dragging a child with yellow hair, kowtowed to Li Yao, so that Li Yao heart was broken.

As his “vulture man”, he was naturally not fit to play the "equality of all” set. He had to wrinkle his eyebrows and suffer. Instead of forcing himself to look at the cloudy faces, he turned his eyes to Master Bitter Cicada.

Master Bitter Cicada is mixed in with a group of dirty disaster victims, and the moon-white monk's robe becomes a mess, even his bald head is covered with mud and dirt.

Only that face is still flawless, Bao Xiang is solemn, like it will shine from the inside out!

He sat on his knees, his ass falling in the mud.

In front of it, it is an immense, unusual, comparable to the head of an elephant, just one of the heads of the "Polygon Monster"!

Master Bitter Cicada's fist-sized rosary circled over the skull of the beast, releasing a soft white light that constantly infiltrated the depth of the beast's head.

Originally depressed by a hidden atmosphere of ferocity and brutality in the mind of the multiverse monster, it was in the silent recitation of Master Bitter Cicada, gradually dissolved, smoke dissipated.

“The spirit of the super-virulent beast! ”

Li Yaoshu saluted, “I have long heard that floating massacres are about equality among all beings. I didn't expect Master Bitter Cicada's mercy to cultivate such a degree. Even the fierce soul of the demonic beast must go beyond with all its heart. He is a worthy monk in the heart of Buddha! ”

“All right!”

While Li Yao was secretly sighing, Master Bitter Cicada took away the divine talent. Eighteen rosary beads hung back on his shoulder. He climbed up with a black iron wand, stretched a lazy waist and clapped his hands and laughed. “The toxicity in the head of this beast has been removed by all monks and can be eaten! ”

Say it, Zen wand swings, “click”, Polygonal skull explodes, brain bursts!

Li Yao: “…”

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The old cow was so excited, with the help of his bookmates, the book's monthly tickets finally hit the top 50!

Friends are really too powerful, too powerful, the old cow doesn't know how to express it, really, the whole person is wet!

Honestly, these two days are really very busy. Today's son went to kindergarten on his first day. He has never left his parents before. Anyway, it's a mess to deal with.

However, it's embarrassing for the cows to find any excuse to do so.

There will be a fourth today, no matter how late, there will be, the old cow promises you!