Otherworldly Merchant

The five-color waves that kept running wildly entwined each other and completely swallowed up the old shadow of the big fish.

At this time, the first one, who was lying still, suddenly hummed softly, and his scarred arm trembled slightly.

I walked up and flipped the red gourd from him, poured out a few large pieces and stuffed it in his mouth.

I don't know if Dan's medicine works, or if Jiang Da's little wooden man is even more amazing! The first full wound instantly stopped the blood and healed the scabs at a visible rate. Just keep your eyes closed tight and deaf.

Boom!

A sudden muffled sound erupted in the array, followed by a sudden convergence of five colored waves, raving like a giant whale absorbing water, absorbing the blood line on the edge of the array. Where the bloodshed path is, a golden spell lights up suddenly, the last spell that was thrown by the hand at the last minute, long ago.

Brush, brush!

Dozens of symbols flashed continuously, and then became like a meteor, turning into a lane of golden light, flying straight into the five-color waves in the array.

Looks like this five-row altar is about to really open!

This is what Jiang Daqi got for his life!

Not only did he save the dying first year, he calculated to kill the autumn wind, destroy the Great Bangor Dynasty, but he also opened a five-line altar for me at the cost of my life.

“Hatsukichi, you hold on, I must not let Jiang Lao Bai die!” I wiped my tears dry and jumped into my heart.

Surrounded by five-color waves, the fantasy is impenetrable, and a circle of space surrounds the center of the formation.

Jiang Daqi, who was just sitting here, has long gone nowhere, leaving only the black stone-mouthed cigarette gun on the ground...

When I picked up the cigarette gun and put it in my arms, I couldn't help but feel sad. I hurried to close my eyes and sit on my knees as Jiang Da Fish ordered.

Even though I close my eyes, I can feel something converging from all sides.

Through every pore in my whole body, along the blood vessels, through the pulse to the lower abdominal dantian, and gradually solidified.

Strangely, not only do I really feel every tiny bit of growth, but it's more like opening up a pair of inner sight eyes to clearly see what's going on there.

In a pitch-black and vast space, successive unnamed forces converged in the middle of the sky to the size of rice particles, and then grew fast.

Silkworm beans, grapes, egg yolks… finally the size of a disc, secretly releasing the faint light of the path.

In the light, the scene becomes clearer!

It is a vast, yet extraordinarily dark, wasteland, full of deep pits, big and small, already solidified, wind-dried into black and red blood laying a thick layer on it, a pile, a piece of weathered white bone or buried deep or half-dew, like wild grass, millions of miles, a glance!

The whole sky was covered with dark pressed clouds, with only a faint glow in the middle.

That light is made up of those unnamed forces that have just gathered, like a round of sun, a round of struggling sun.

It's growing hard, trying to break through the clouds and sprinkle all the light into this wilderness!

As the light continued to shine, the earth trembled gently.

Thousands of white bones trembled at the same time, the black and red ground cracked a gap, and some small green grass sprouts appeared implicitly. Thousands of white bones are shaking slightly, and they seem to want to climb up and look up, feel the sun, and take a good look at the world.

At this point, however, the anonymous forces that converge into the Sun are becoming less and less powerful, and the speed at which they converge is slower.

Ultimately, there was still no breakthrough in that thick cloud.

The grass leaves stopped growing and the white bones stopped trembling, and that miserable white skull, all staring at the hollow eye socket, was both lost and full of hope looking at the blurred sun.

“Ow!”

Suddenly, out of the depths of the wilderness, a shower kirin burst into a groan.

Again and again!

It seems to be resentment, questioning how this light is so faint? When will the darkness of the world be brought to light?

Knock!

There was a blast, and the sight disappeared.

When I opened my eyes, I came back to reality.

The five-colour cloud surrounding me has long dissipated, and that running line has dried up.

The autumn wind, which turned into flames, broke apart, leaving only a pitch-black burn on the ground, which seemed to prove that he had also struggled helplessly.

A deep pit appeared where Chen silently stood on his thumb. The bronze statue he had gathered was missing. Not far from the ground were two and a half coins scattered, with scarlet blood on it.

Teacher's thick ice shell had already melted away, but she still kept her eyes closed, and the red flutter's little face was glowing like a Dao Lingyu.

Push, a piece of smoke in the middle of the sky, fell between Lingyun sword and turtle shell, should be the losing magic crown jade.

A drifting yellow leaf fell from the sky.

I reached for it, and the leaves just touched my finger and made a fume, and it disappeared.

Gold, wood, water, earth, five lines of sacrifice, turn invisible.

In this case, the five-line festival should have been a success.

I looked myself in the dark, and there really seemed to be something more in the field, and I saw that strange scene, but it was still a little uncertain: Is this awakening? So have I succeeded or not?

But now that Jiang Dayi had gone, he was unconscious at first sight, and I had no one to ask, so I had to get up and shoot the dust.

He walked over and looked at his first injury and found that the wounds on him had healed, but the scabs had not yet come off. Though his eyes were still closed and he didn't wake up, his nose and wings were gently twitching and his chest fluctuated smoothly up and down, which seemed to be fine.

Li Mazi crooked her head against the corner of the wall and swollen a green bag the size of a duck egg on the back of her head. Looks like she just smashed it.

Little sister is still holding her hands together as if she were sitting meditating.

The whole hall was quiet and silent.

If Jiang Da fish deduced well, until now, the entire nine-story palace, with the exception of a few of us, no one alive, this unusually vicious Wanghui Dynasty Front also collapsed, not to mention the fall wind that set up this array, this shocking havoc has not finally happened.

But it is thanks to the great fish of Baijiang that we, the few of us, and the thousands of uninformed people, were able to escape this scourge.

And now he doesn't even have any ashes left...

I took out the cigarette gun in my income and put it in front of me with respect. Then I knelt down and said with respect: "Jiang Lao, I entered the altar as you ordered. Dantian has changed a little, and I saw some strange sights, but I don't know if I have been successful in awakening. But don't worry, you have entrusted me with the task, I will do my best to fulfill your expectations! ”

As I said, I pounded a few more loud voices: "Thank you for dying, saving us all and sparing thousands of people from charcoal! ”

Knock!

Knock!

My voice just dropped, and suddenly there was a slight noise behind my back.

And I turned around, and it was that pile of fallen black stones that made the sound.

That's right!

I just remembered, what is this place?

But it's not only the wild autumn wind that set up the Wanghui Patriarchal Front, it's also the ancestral ghost land of Longquan Mountain!

Those black stones contain centuries-old talented souls from Longquan Hills, and there must be some big fish in them.

When I thought about it, I ran over in panic!