Reverend Insanity

The idea of the source in the tree house is uncertain.

With the wisdom accumulated from previous life's experience, Fang Yuan sensed the existence of the king.

So how powerful is the king?

Source has not seen this king's side, but these things in front of him are enough to make him analyze a lot of information.

“Courage is based on strength. He collected my information and still has to retaliate against me. With such certainty, it seems that his cultivation must be more than one turn! ”

“Throughout the past three years he has been turning to these three red circle markers, struggling to survive in the crevices of the three great mountain villages, risking being discovered and surrounded almost every day, indicating his inability to go out alone. And the solo intruder needs a trick to fix, at least three turns. ”

“In this way, it is preliminary to estimate that his repair is two turns. ”

The eyes of Fangyuan flashed with a cold light: “Calculate, he disappeared three years ago, now practicing to the second turn, qualifications should be C to B, the total amount of true elements in the know-how is in the range of 40% to 70%. ”

“For the past three years, he has been able to survive in the cracks. At the same time, he can live in the house under the eyes of the crane. There must be a hidden hidden effect in the insects he possesses. ”

The most important thing is intelligence.

Although Fangyuan does not have any kind of detective insect, by virtue of his own experience and wisdom, he has roughly analyzed Wang Da's cultivation into a hexing insect.

Soon, he outlined in his heart a magical second-tier magician lurking somewhere trying to hunt himself with the gruesome hatred of his family being killed.

“I can kill people, and others can kill me. It's nothing.” Fang Yuan couldn't help laughing.

In this world, everyone has the right to live, and everyone has the chance to die.

Murderers, people kill forever.

If you kill someone yourself, you have to be ready to be killed.

If it is so killed, then die, no big deal, no regrets at all. This is the path you choose.

In this regard, Fangyuan has long been deeply aware.

This is the awareness of the devil!

“Wang wants to kill me, so this mid-year assessment is definitely a great opportunity. Usually, the cadets lived in the cottage, and with his second retrofit, it was impossible to sneak into the cottage, which was purely a search for death. ”

“He may have analyzed the possibility that I'd come out hunting. But Qingmao Mountain was so big, he had to search my tracks alone while hiding them. It was too difficult. With this opportunity, he's most likely to do it. ”

“He is a second-track magician, and the kind of magician who has struggled for three years to survive and live in precarious times. With my current strength, I am certainly not his opponent. But that doesn't mean I don't have a chance. ”

Run!

The source instantly determines this direction.

There's nothing to be ashamed of to survive, but if you can't spell it, run.

Breaking through this kind of thing is simply impossible for a magician. The transcendental challenge is fine, but it is also based on the special trickery in the hands of the magician.

There are many tricks in the hands of Fangyuan, but the spring and autumn cicadas are dying to sleep and cannot be used. Wine worms, whiteflies, little lights, moonlight tricks are not the bottom cards that can be challenged beyond level.

Knowing it was invincible, it was still a death battle, a foolishness called "bloodthirsty”. Even if it wins, it's just fate.

Fang Yuan is cautious all his life, even if he has a base card, and if he has a small chance of winning, he will choose to avoid warfare as much as possible.

He likes to take control of the situation and use every means possible to maximize the odds of winning. What he loves most is the battle of necessity.

Only when he had to, would he risk a fierce battle.

So what he often does is bully the weak, plunder the resources, and be strong. Strong enough to go beyond the original enemy and come back to retrieve the scene, that is, continue to bully the weak.

It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's the real fools who take the initiative to challenge themselves, risk their lives and kill their strong enemies to prove their courage.

But this bias has always been celebrated because any organization requires the constant sacrifice of the individual to defend the interests of the organization's top management.

Survival is a prerequisite for everything.

In order to survive and achieve the ideals in one's heart, one's greatest courage lies.

Death for ideals, that's stupid. Live for your ideals and steal your life, that's the warrior!

On Earth, Han Xin was insulted under his crotch. Cao Cao was hunted to cut off his robe. The Vietnamese king practiced loyalty to his enemies in order to survive...

So fuck the glory, the honor and the face!

This value is promoted by organizations in all worlds. The more sacrifices needed to be made, the more this would be promoted. Army, for example.

“So where do we go to minimize the likelihood of encountering a king?” A map emerged in the mind of the source.

“Wang Da already knows I have a map of the hide, and now he should lurk in the mountain forest, looking for me everywhere according to the distribution of boars on the map. I can't go to these places. I can only fight the opposite way.” Think of it here, a slightly crazy retreat route, shaped in the mind of Square Source.

……

Dusk in the mountains, the shadows overlap and the weeds flourish.

A pair of scarlet eyes, hidden in a deep shadow. The hatred and anger in both eyes can't be washed away or extinguished.

“Fang Yuan, finally let me find you...” Wang Da bit his teeth and tore the name chewing in his stomach.

In his gaze, not far away, a skinny, pale-faced teenager traveled rapidly through the mountains.

The enemy was close, but Wang did not do it, but turned his eyes to a few other positions.

In all of these places, a magician is hidden.

There are dozens of second-rotator magicians hidden in the neighborhood to prevent cheating, save casualties at first sight, and so on. There are also several elderly people who have been traveling three times, sitting in towns on the hillsides in the distance.

Wang Xiao's heart and soul have traveled through the mountain forest, gathering a lot of relevant intelligence.

“If I'm going to kill Fong Yuan, I have to destroy all three of the magicians around me. Otherwise, once they show up, they will be blocked. Perhaps in the first place, it could kill Fangyuan, but I would also be killed by the ensuing magician. ”

“I am a second-transfer middle-class cultivator, and there are 50% more true elements in my body. It's hard to kill these three magicians first. It must be done continuously in a short period of time. Otherwise, my whereabouts will be revealed once they discover my companion's death and my vigilance has increased dramatically...”

“Shadow walking tricks.” Wang Da slowly closed his eyes and meditated in his heart.

The spin quickly turned his body into a thick dark, flowing through the shadows of the trees.

Everything is silent.

In a dense bush, a second-rotator of the Ancient Moon clan squatted inside and beat a boring hatchet.

“It's really boring, being with these students, like babysitters.” The magician whispered and did not realize that a shadow had overshadowed him.

A slender hand slowly extended out of the darkness.

These hands are incredibly pale, the bones are wide, the ten nails protrude sharply, the nails are stained with a layer of dark purple and a slight burst of smell.

“What is this smell?” The ancient Moon's magician twitched his nose and unconsciously frowned.

He was just going to check it out, but it was already late.

The moment Wang Da sucks, he strikes like a lightning bolt!

Cover the magician's nose with one hand. The other hand plunged straight from the back of his back. The dark purple nail was sharp as a blade, and his five fingers easily fell into the body of the magician, reaching his heart.

The poison on your nails eroded your heart in a flash. Through the blood, spread all over the magician's body.

The magician was so tight that there was no more breath.

Though also a second-turner, a sneak attack, mindless, the battle had just begun and was over.

“A total of ten percent was spent, leaving 40 percent.” Wang Da paid attention to the vacuum, did not stop and melted into darkness again.

A moment later, the second magician, hidden behind the rocks, was also tragically poisoned by the king. His pupils shrunk to needle tip size and fell to the ground.

Toxins ravaged his body, and soon he was covered in purple, with two dark purple bloodstreams running through his nostrils.

“Thirty percent of the real money is left.” Wang Da was silent and his figure turned into darkness again.

“What man!” the third magician concealed from the branches of a great tree. At a critical moment, he noticed something wrong. When Wang Da made his move, he turned around vigorously and held his two hands firmly against Wang's two poisoners.

“Damn it!” Wang Daqiao laughed and ten nails grew wildly, instantly stretching five centimeters, penetrating the forearm of the magician and piercing his skin.

The blood flowing from the small arms quickly turned dark purple.

“Is this love divorce?!” The third magician was shocked to see the situation. The poisonous purple gas has stained his face.

Knowing that he had no antidote on him, he would surely die this time, revealing his absolute colour and shouting: “Then die together! ”

He opened his mouth and stretched his tongue out.

There is a month's tooth mark on the tongue, which is the moonlight trick that resides in it.

A blade of the moon flashed out, centered on the king's left shoulder, yet penetrated through his back.

Blood splash.

Wang Dazhuang snorted, his body swayed a few times, but the magician had turned his eyes white and had no breath.

“That's right, this is love living away...” Wang Da stood shaking on a sturdy branch, revealing a slight laugh.

Love is the first poison of the second-track maniac! To be refined, you need to reborn grass, a widow spider, a red needle scorpion, and a lover's heart.

In order to refine this trick, Wang personally killed his wife, who loved her deeply, and excavated her heart!

“In order to survive, we have to choose power… this is my magical consciousness!” Wang Dashuanghong stared at the distant teenager.

“I gave up love, and all I had left was love, and you took it away! Fangyuan...” He growled low, "I'm going to make you regret everything you've done! ”