Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“This…”

The whole hillbilly raven was silent, only hunting for mountain breezes and the rare whining of people on the vulture.

Hodget of Sanshan Wuyue, a good man who kills like a numb man, was dared by him to say nothing for half a day.

The mountain wind is blowing from top to bottom, towards the direction of the herd of males, the smell of urine comes to the surface, there are also a few smelly rain spots, the face of the herd of males gradually turns from white to green, from green to purple, from purple to black.

The monk didn't panic and took a long piss, Slow strip strapped his pants belt, smiled and looked at the angry crown male, as if he didn't know how miserable he was about to die.

“Too brazen! ”

“Crazy, crazy, this monk is really crazy! ”

“Shame, shame, shame, shame. This demon monk is insulting the whole river and lake with his own power. How dare he! How dare he! ”

The men trembled with courage, fifty thunderbolts, hundreds of strong bows, nearly ten thousand cold swords, swords that swayed brightly, shining brightly against the vultures.

“Death is upon us, dare you be rude, demon monk, die! ”

The crowd approached and roared like thunder.

The vultures still smile carelessly.

Above the dome, suddenly black clouds roll, lightning thunder, a pouring rain, instantly falling.

The vulture's face was smeared, and it suddenly changed its color, but it couldn't speak of great majesty and great terror.

“Do you not realize who is dying?" ”

The fierce drinking in the monk's chest, even worse, the thunder in the heavens and the earth, came to the crowd of Xiong a harsh head-stick drinking, all like thunder struck, red, green and green in front of the eyes, buzzing in the ears, unknowingly falling into illusion, as if to see the Green Dragon Gang and Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall join forces to rebel a few years later, against the court, killing the heavens and the earth split, bloodshed floating, causing countless holocausts, after overthrowing the dynasty, killing each other, making Lang Lang Qian Kun become the scene of endless demons.

Today's siege of the people on the vultures in Mount Lycan will become the main force of the rebel court tomorrow, a powerful general, and after causing serious sins, he is on the run to become a corpse under each other's swords, a dead bone with nowhere to bury.

They have nothing but to drag millions of people into solitary ghosts for their ambitions.

It was such a lifelike dream of sorghum. Everyone who did it was sweating cold, heartbroken and unable to tell if the dream was true.

Only then did we know that the vulture people had great powers. The highest-ranking people on the road, the land immortals, even the most prestigious master of rivers and lakes, and he had a difference between clouds and mud. At one time, he was frightened and frightened, like a cold cicada.

Even more agile, it occurred to me that this tall man was not robbing his new daughter-in-law, but rather bringing together a number of highly murdered heroic good men in this way to sort them out.

Without preventing people's hearts and fingertips from trembling together, “collapsing”, hundreds of powerful thunderbolts actually came out of strings, whistling and shooting at people on vultures.

“Master! ”

Qun Xiong's sudden color changes, especially the Qinglong Gang and Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall masters, scared the whole face to twist.

Hundreds of powerful crossbows that even the walls of the city can pierce through the chest, the vulture people in the instant turned into countless colorful feathers, feathers wrapped in the mountain wind, turned into a bright stream of light, the light condensed into a rainbow, rising in the sky, not into the clouds of the sky spiral, gone.

In this incredible way, the vultures turned into a rainbow and disappeared completely from the dynasty of Xuanpeng.

Only the mountains were full of males, kneeling on their knees, against the cliffs, between the spiral clouds, all demented.

……

“Boom!”

Once again, the siege hammer of the thief soldiers caused serious damage to the city gate. Even the soldiers who died behind the city gate were shocked by the five dirty displacements, sprayed with blood, and flew out.

“Wow! ”

Guardian Stone and rolling oil came down, the flames and arrows were like rain, finally tearing this attack hammer to shreds, the thief soldiers held their heads again and ran away.

But more than a hundred times the number of thieves, in the rear, built a new siege hammer and a cloud ladder, rubbing their hands, screaming and preparing to kill.

Thieves are thirty and fifty times more numerous than those who guard the army. Everyone can see that the bloody Eagle Guard is the glorious starting point and final stronghold, and this lonely city cannot be guarded.

The ruined city building can only withstand one more impact at most. Between the broken walls of the ruins above the city building, a bearded, frosty general looked out over the sky, silent, even the bloody eagle with wings on his helmet wrapped in black smoke and broken his wings.

“My lord! ”

General Bloodhawk's protégé also suffered several sores, his face was full of smoke, and he even crawled over with a crying cavity in his voice. "For 100 days, the court still had no reinforcements. Ming several large armies were close by, but still couldn't move. He watched us surrounded by thieves! How could this happen, our Blood Eagle Wei Ming for the imperial court, for the service of His Majesty, how could this happen! ”

“There will be no reinforcements, Your Majesty is just watching us go to the end with the bandit army. After all, the Blood Eagle Guard has done too much work, it has long been sealed and rewarded, becoming a major illness in His Majesty's heart. ”

General Blood Eagle laughed and said, "Our Majesty, our ears are too soft and our hearts are too small. He thought he was going to compete with him for the heavens and the earth, but he didn't know how vast and wonderful the heavens and the earth outside the heavens and the earth are! ”

“My lord, you...”

The soldier suddenly felt that today's Blood Eagle General was very different than in the past.

“Zhao, how long have you been with Ben? ”

General Bloodhawk suddenly asked.

“It's been 19 years since the Little River Castle, after seven, seven, 49 wars of life and death! ”

The soldier stood up like a spear and answered subconsciously.

“Nineteen years, it turns out that this handsome man has been practicing in this side of the world for nineteen years. It's like a wonderful dream. It's been a while since I counted. So, today, you and I are finished! ”

General Bloodhawk smiled slightly and stopped the protégé from asking questions, continuing, "There is no need to ask more questions, there is a feast in the world. Although this is a good time, it is not my world, but yours.

“Nineteen years of Jingo Tiema, all brothers, next, Ben Shuai will open the way for you, Zhao Bao, take the remaining brothers of the Blood Eagle Guard and break through, escape from the rebirth of the army of thieves, push all the way west, cross the 'Iron Line River’, then return to the hidden mountain forest, the wave river and lake, or... gather up the courage, and fight with our Majesty who listens to us, make no distinction, the whole world, do as you please!

“It's just, no matter what you choose, remember this handsome saying - life is not everything, death is never the end! ”

“My lord...”

The protégé stared at General Bloodhawk and felt that his audience was releasing an incredibly strong and very strange atmosphere.

At one point, he forgot to ask a crucial question.

With nearly 100,000 thieves and only one General Blood Eagle, how can we cover the defeat of the Blood Eagle Guard?

The idea just emerged from his mind, and General Blood Eagle left him a bright smile, and he actually whistled, stepped through the walls and jumped to the sky.

He obviously didn't ride a horse, but he was faster than riding a sweat-blooded BMW, even fast enough to melt in the air. In the horrific gaze of 100,000 armies on both sides, he turned into one of the brightest flames, the brightest rainbow, thoroughly, burning, blooming, sublimating!

……

Beggars have been begging for 20 consecutive years at this junction.

In the urban forests made of reinforced cement, his companions had a lot more to offer, and people in hasty roads never noticed such a beggar as if he were just a moving stone on the side of the road.

Beggars don't care if people are watching, they're free to live, and I'm on my own.

In the spring, he admired the opening of the flowers, in the summer, he listened to the hissing, in the autumn, he picked up the fallen leaves to whistle, and in the winter, he shrugged his head to admire the snowflakes.

Someone gave him money, he smiled, someone gave him two buns, he thanked them even, someone thought he was blocking his way to kick him in the leg, he climbed away silently, and once, several of his colleagues were going to rob his turf, punch him in the leg, he held his head, clamped his pants, silently endured, and when someone else was done, he threw up blood and shrunk to his original position.

Over time, beggars have merged with intersections and become something similar to lightboxes and wire poles.

Such a flat, everywhere beggar would never have caught anyone's attention, let alone the major news media.

Before the out-of-control van hit the little girl crossing the street, no one would have thought that such a filthy, soaked, stinking beggar would have met with courage and even sacrificed his life.

However, the mere fact that "beggars behaved courageously and sacrificed their lives to save little girls” is still not enough to stir up, at most, newspapers at the local level, let alone networks where people bite dogs that are not news.

There is another thing that is of great interest to all major media and tens of thousands of Internet users.

The beggar is gone.

Just moments after he pushed the little girl out and hit himself hard by a big truck, he disappeared.

That's right, every word is right, literally, gone, gone, gone.

There was no sign of a spot of collision in the van, half a drop of blood and half a hair could not be found on the ground, and there was no information on such a beggar in the police archives, as if there were no such person from beginning to end.

Even the seven surveillance probes in the vicinity of the scene did not know what was wrong, and at the same time snowflakes were spreading, so that the scene of the truck crashing into the beggar was not recorded.

How is that possible?

Many people remember the existence of this beggar, and surveillance videos from a few days ago also show that such a person, even the horrified truck driver and the little girl who escaped the heist, confirmed that such a beggar prevented a tragedy.

How is it possible for a big, white man to disappear completely, even if he is killed, there will always be a body left behind?

At one time, the crowd talked and talked and became one of countless urban myths.

And the story of truck drivers and little girls, all the more so, adds a few different colors to this weird conversation.

Both the driver and the little girl said they saw with their own eyes that before disappearing, the beggar, who sat dead at the intersection for 20 years, turned into… a rainbow.