Reverend Insanity

Hundreds of people at high altitude, the wind whistling.

“Die!” The people on the crane roared, stirred up the residual power and turned into a white light, rushing towards the ancient Moon generation.

“You're too naive to kill me.” The bloody ghost opened his bloody mouth, his fangs outside, and he didn't retreat, he hit hard.

Boom!

In a loud burst of noise, a huge surge of force swept the two away.

It hurts both ways!

“The green mountains do not change, the green water flows. Brother, the revenge of this day will surely come to Japan.” Ancient Moon generation gagged and vibrated the black hard manta wings behind them, about to fly.

Suddenly a huge shadow fell.

He looked up, and it was the heavily wounded beak King Flying Crane.

“Not dead? Damn...” the ancient moon generation has changed.

Stopped by the King of Iron Beak Flying Cranes, and the people on the crane rushed to the front and back to clamp. Eventually, King Flying Crane fell into the earth and the bloody ghost body was blown up.

The man on the crane grabbed the head of the Ancient Moon generation, hovering in the air, his eyes scattered for a while, which brought him back to God.

He leaned up and laughed three times, then laughed and cried.

A moment later, he flew to Qingmao Mountain. But he was suppressed by a self-exploding glacier, and he had to activate a breathing burial jade. When the ice broke out, he searched wildly, but eventually only under the ice, he dug out the dying squares.

……

The picture on the wall faithfully shows the scene.

The next thing is a lack of goodness, but it's all the scenery that the people on the crane rushed back on their way.

The Crane Gate is one of the oldest gatekeepers in Central America. Historically, when people are going out on emergency missions, they carry a trick with them to document the process of implementation.

Regardless of whether the task succeeds or not, the magician returns to the mountain, and the relevant assessment will be carried out according to the documented process.

The man on the crane is a doorman, but he can't exempt himself from this rule.

It's just that he's too old to qualify, and the magician in the Crane Gate is rarely qualified to evaluate him. Not even the modern crane master.

But at this moment, the old man sitting in front of the man on the crane is unusual.

Hefeng Yang, the elder of Tai Shang, the six-turner magician, called Heyu Feixian!

He was wearing a white robe, a black belt, large sleeves and a plate sitting on a futon.

He looked like a teenager, warm as a jade. The eyebrows are green and long, and the eyebrows hang from waist to waist. Deep eyes stare at the images on the wall and gently retract their gaze.

The man on the crane stood respectfully in front of him and dared not breathe a breath.

In fact, the man on the crane has slept for nearly a thousand years, and the Crane Immortal is still his descendant. However, qualifications are never about age, but about strength.

Although the people on the crane are five turns, there is only one difference between them and the crane wind. But this gap is the distance between the heavens and the earth, the difference between the clouds and the mud.

Five turns is mortal, six turns is immortal!

“Heavenly Crane Man.” The crane wind opened slowly and the voice was as clear as a stream.

“Yes," replied the man on the crane.

“You have slaughtered the Gate traitor this time, but you have not recovered the blood trick. Instead, he was repressed by two younger generations...” In the room, the sound of the crane breeze echoed.

The head of the crane drifts even lower, revealing shame.

“One of them, however, is the Northern Glacial Body. Not surprisingly, you're repressed. I'm glad you made amends after what happened. I ask you, is the teenager you brought back really the twin brother of the painting boy?” Crane Feng asked.

“As has been ascertained below, this is precisely the case. It was Brother Fangyuan who escaped, and Brother Fangzheng who was caught. Better yet, the brothers have been in a bad mood. After I showed him the images of his brother slaughtering the people, he is now reluctant to kill his brother immediately.” The man on the crane smiled and said.

The crane nodded slightly: "Looks like you've got a plan. But do you have enough time? ”

The face of the crane changed and the tone suddenly subsided: “What the elders mentioned is that At the limit of my life, I am a dying man with only a few days left to live. Even a burial jade can't change this situation. ”

His situation can only be solved fundamentally if he finds a trick.

But the magic tricks are hard to find. There are several magic tricks in the immortal crane gate, but it is not his turn. It has always been firmly in the hands of the rulers and several elders.

“So not long ago, I abandoned my life's savings and trickery in exchange for a soul flea. And We shall take him to the gate, and take him as a disciple. Then point him with you and refine him to a blood-bodied worm. Urge him to kill his own brother and reclaim the blood of the Crane Gate!” The crane is humane.

Hefeng raised his eyebrows slightly: “Sounds like you're confident about your plan. But is it true that that party will always suffer from you? ”

“He's a good kid, though. After his death, the soul will be stored in the flea, which will continue to grow with him, pointing to his practice. The road has been paved. He has to go down! ”

Speaking of this, the people on the crane fell to the ground, prostrating themselves and begging: “Please give me another chance! ”

The crane winds silenced for a moment, and it was only then that he said: "Well, maybe this is the last time. ”

“Elder Xie, Elder Xie!” The cranes are delighted.

“Go on. I'm waiting for your good news. ”

“In less than 20 years, there will be success!” The people on the crane trembled slightly with excitement, but only retreated.

……

Nanjiang, Wanchengshan, Tiejiacheng.

Tall, thick black stone walls stretching thousands of miles. Tiejiacheng stretches from the waist of the mountain to the top of the mountain, with countless stone houses and iron towers arranged in sequence.

The sun shines, the city travels with people, the water dragon, and the view of the dragon.

The main pavilion is situated near the top of the hill, well defended and the surrounding population flow is noticeably scarce. The patrol alternated, and the maneuvers were tough and meticulous.

There were two people standing on the roof of the main pavilion.

A middle-aged man with a ruthless face and a slightly tender eye.

Standing beside him was a young girl with sad eyes and firm eyes.

Exactly Iron Ruoman.

“You've only been back a few days? But this is the nineteenth time you've said goodbye to me. Your father's death grieves me. You lost your mother early, now your father, but remember, you still have my uncle. You're my nephew, and I'm not gonna let you take any chances.” The Iron Family Parent sighed.

If Iron Man's eyes burn, look directly at Iron Family Parent: “Uncle, you know what? My father went, but I was sad and happy for him. The father, for the rest of his life, was determined to eradicate evil and punish the criminals. He did it, and even if he was injured, he didn't retreat. He stayed the same and finished his life's path. And now it's my turn to go down. ”

The Iron family froze on their long faces.

At this moment, he saw a cold shadow of iron in Iron Ruoman's body.

It's like, these eyes, these eyes.

In the trance, the Iron Family Parent seemed to have returned to his youth, and Iron Blood stood beside him, staring firmly at the Town Demon Tower at the top of the mountain: "I will fight all the criminals in the world to make the world full of justice and love! Imprisonment of all demons in the Town Demon Tower, even full of Town Demon Towers! ”

The vows of old are still in the ears. But my best friend isn't here anymore...

The eyes in front of them coincided, and the Iron Family head shook slightly, shaking away memories. With a gaze of admiration and compassion, fear and encouragement, he looked at the stubborn girl in front of him: "It's not easy to go this way. ”

Iron Man did not answer, but turned to the top of the mountain.

At the top of Mount Million, stands a majestic tower.

It's pounding and seems to hold up to the sky and step on the mountain. The clouds are foggy and surround it, blurring the appearance of the outsiders and adding a mysterious colour to it.

The tower is not only famous for its landscape in Nanjiang, but also for its fame. Even in Central America, it's heard a lot.

The Tower of Demons!

The tower is 100 feet tall and divided into nearly 100 layers. The tower is historic, elegant and elegant. Since its inception, how many magicians have been imprisoned by the Iron Family. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands?

Even the Iron Clan parents may not know.

It is a symbol of righteousness and the deepest pride in the heart of the Iron Master. How many demons bury their ambitions here, leaving behind grief, remorse, frustration and regret.

The magician talks about his pale face, and the righteous man talks about frowning!

Iron if a man opens his mouth, his tone is as strong as iron, as if to the Iron Family Parent, also seems to speak to himself: “There is a Town Demon Tower at the top of Mount Million, and I also have a Town Demon Tower in my heart. Father didn't finish the road, so let me take his place and keep going! ”

……

“I can't hold on...” Chen Cuihua was dizzy and nauseous from time to time and wanted to throw up. But he couldn't throw up, he was weak, and he felt tired for a while.

She had planned to stick to the plan for three days, but just after the day, she knew she had been too optimistic.

The snake poison is causing her more and more harm. She knew she had been pushed into the cliff and must find a cure for it as soon as possible.

“Damn it. If it weren't for those two little thieves, I might have caught the wild worm and removed the snake poison.” She was restless and had been trying to find a cure for the worm ever since she was poisoned with snakes. But the mountains and forests were full of danger, and she had no means of catching insects, and so far no progress had been made.

Raise the dagger in your hand and cut it off to your right ear.

“Wait a minute.” Square suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

A sharp blade, just a short distance from the right ear of white ice.

To listen to meatloaf, you have to cut off your right ear and replace it. Left or right is just an ear, not a big deal. Compared to the forthcoming harvest, white ice condensation feels less regrettable.

The man in the monastery, his heart is spicy. Harder on others, harder on yourself!

And it is often this way that those who can give up can achieve a great deal.

“No need to cut, she's out.” Fang Yuan spoke and began to leave.

He listened to the meatloaf and followed Chen Cuihua far behind.

Soon he heard a fight.

They snuck up against the bushes. Only this magician is fighting a double-headed boar.

For a moment, there was an exciting light in both eyes.

Chen Cuihua was clearly in poor condition and his fighting power was more than halved from when he met. And this double-headed boar, a lone king of beasts, has a defensive maneuver.

“It will be a war of attrition, and we can pick up a cheap one. ”

“The fruit she buried was a coke potato trick! ”

“A little strange. This magician has fought so long, the real yuan hasn't run out yet? ”

“Looks like she has some auxiliary tricks, like Tian Yuan Bao Lian, fish bubble tricks, etc...”

After another moment, Fangyuan realized that the time had come, summoned the hidden scales and handed them over to the white ice condenser.

White condensed ice nods its head, conceals its shape and approaches it quietly.

Boom!

In a blast, the double-headed hippopotamus stepped on a coke potato trick again.

This time, it collapsed completely and could never climb again. It fell to the ground, struggling. The entire belly was blown open, the intestines slowly bled out, and a strand of blood flowed out.

“This goddamn boar has such a thick skin. It took half a day to blow up!” Chen Cuihua gasped coarsely and leaned against the trunk. He got a little dark in front of him.

The fierce battle left her powerless and extremely tired.

The fear in her heart held her back and prevented her from fainting.

“I can't. I have to get back to the cave. If I faint in the wild, it's too dangerous! ”

She was about to do it and suddenly there was a fierce wind in her ear.

“Strange, how can there be wind?” This is the last question of her life.

White condensed ice patiently walks close one step at a time, striking as thunderbolts. He used the boar to die, and the magician's heart blew loose, killing him with one blow!

Chen Cuihua's head was crushed by serrated golden centipede and pulled to decay. The headless body pounded and fell to the ground.

“Got it.” Fang Yuan laughed and walked over.

White condensed ice has squatted down, and the mind dives into Chen Cuihua's empty tip, which is somewhat disappointing: “There are only three tricks in the empty tip. ”

But every magician who refines and refines the magic worm has some stubbornness, and is not as smart as a wild one.

The magician is dead and the tip is getting darker, but the three tricks are still inside.

But it's hard to turn it around.

“Forcing tricks!” He readily pulled the three out of his mind.

These are: a rice bag grass trick, an iron thorn trick, and a scorched bean mama trick.

Not all of them, of course.

Fang Yuan searched for a moment and found a furry foot trick and a jumping grass trick on the magician's foot. Finally, she found a bookworm in her thin brain.

But unfortunately, the bookworm has just been slapped to death by white ice.

“This book worm should be inherited. The contents helped her learn a lot about magicians. There must have been some recipes and so on.” Regrettably.

“Bookworms don't matter. There's no cure for this magician?” White condensed ice is a great disappointment.

Square silence, no opening.

There was no cure, which he had previously anticipated. The magician is involved in serpentine poisoning, and if there is a cure, it is not as disinfectant as this.

He wondered how strange the magician had behaved in the battle just now. Especially in terms of true elements, her recovery rate exceeds that of A, and is comparable to that of the Decathlon.

But she is not a Jedi, she is a qualification such as A, and these tricks that have been scratched out have not helped her restore the true function.

“So that's how the breasts are wrapped.” At this point, the white condensed ice removed the magician's chest cloth.

The square gazed and saw a silver-sided triangle at the chest of the body.

“It's a trick!” Fang Yuan was surprised.

“Sangang, what is it?” White frowned and frowned.

“This moves up to five revolutions to triple the speed of time. Not once, it's a consumable manure. It acts on the magician, forming this silver triangle tattoo on his chest. ”

Subsequently, the source explained in detail.

Sangang, acting on the magician, can speed up the personal time of this magician by three times.

The river of light and shade, rolling and flowing at a constant flow rate. For normal people, a day is a day.

But for those who have won three more tricks, one day is equivalent to three days of enrichment.

Chen Cuihua, planted with three more tricks, was cultivated as the inevitable speed of progress. Someone tries to keep the knack warm a day, but she spends three days trying to keep it warm. The practice effect is natural and obvious.

Another great benefit is the speed at which the real one recovers. On her, the river of light and shadow accelerates three times faster than ordinary people. Therefore, the recovery speed of the real element is also three times that of nature.

And that's why, in the battle just now, she was surprised that the real yuan was recovering at a fast pace called Square Source and White Condensed Ice.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages to balance everything.

If Sangang has so much money, it's a big deal!

First and foremost, the biggest harm is the loss of life. The speed of light and yin flow has tripled, showing that life has been drastically reduced to one third.

Chen Cuihua was inherited less than a year ago, but for her, two or three years later.

Secondly, any injuries that require time to breed are exacerbated.

The toxin of green python takes time to penetrate slowly and the damage is deepening. If someone else is poisoned, one day is the effect of one day. But Chen Cuihua was poisoned, and one day is the cumulative effect of three days.

And that's the main reason why she was so messed up by snake poison.

“It seems that the heirloom received by this woman is at least a five-pass heirloom. Unfortunately, the pearl fell into the hands of these people.” The white frozen snorted, looking at the headless corpse beneath his feet, somewhat disdainful.

In the long run, the triple trick is very dangerous, shortening the life of the trickster to one third. But in fact, it's very useful for magicians.

All because of the magician, always fighting alone, without the resources of the family and the Gate. In order to guard against the onslaught of righteousness, survival is the first priority.

The only thing that matters is survival. Everything else is false.

The higher it is, the greater the chance of survival.

Sangang concentrates the life of the magician and gathers the brilliance of a lifetime to bloom, like a floating cherry blossom, a prone fireworks, brief but wonderful.

But without the tricks, the seedlings of cherry blossoms have been eradicated before they can blossom.

“It's not surprising. With the magician of Sangang, each one is a brave and refined generation. But women, they don't match. Lively cowardice, preferred procrastination, did not have unprecedented courage. This is the end of the day, too.” The source glanced at the body on the ground and retracted his gaze.

White frozen face, but a little ugly.

Without a cure, what happens. The magician in front of you is the best example.

Is this also a picture of his future?

Fang Yuan smiled and patted her shoulder, consoling: “The world's roads are all walked out. But each person has different paths, and others' paths, though wide enough, are not necessarily suitable for them. You and I are walking our own way. What's to worry about? ”

The white-covered ice sniffed, his face stunned and gradually flew. And he nodded, “You're right. ”

Fang Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at the mountainous forest in front of him.

Kill the magician, get a few worms, and boost his strength.

But he also knew he lacked the cure and didn't put hope on his luck.

Next, he might get a cure, maybe like this sorceress, until he dies, with nothing to lose. Perhaps the next moment, it will be trampled down by the herd of beasts, turning a lifetime of ambition.

But what does that have to do with anything?

The road is at your feet, just keep going.