Survival for All: Evolution from the Low End of the Food Chain

The shield also began to deform.

I went.

If this continues, these two magic weapons will burst.

Take out the wishing stone.

Grandma, what a leg, I wish you all the superspiritualists of the blackening faction to die.

To be honest, Song Chen was very reluctant to use this wishing stone.

In his heart, there was a stronger desire.

Better wishes.

[Skill: Wishing Stone.

Just about to use it, I suddenly felt the pressure loosen.

The superspiritual space was actually broken.

The pressure after the break was released, and I didn't get used to it.

The Vajra Skull and the shield all came out of his hands.

He also bounced into the air.

I have a go, what happened?

Two shattered superspiritual spaces appeared in front of my eyes.

It was as if an impact had just occurred.

The superspirit space was completely shattered.

Song Chen in the air noticed two people in red clothes sitting on horse skins.

One is an old man with white beard and white hair. .

The other one, also with white hair, was the old ninth lady!

It was the old ninth lady who used her own superspiritual dimension to exchange for Mrs. Ping's superspiritual dimension.

Untie yourself.

"Young man, come to me, they dare not touch you."

The old ninth lady's gaze was stern, majestic and murderous.

The staunch fire burns blazingly on the horse hide.

"Thank you grandma."

Song Chen put away the Vajra Skull, grabbed the shield, rode the horse hide, and came to the old ninth lady.

"Old Ninth Wife, you are endless, aren't you?"

Mrs. Ping was furious.

This is not the first time that the old ninth lady has gone against her.

Jin Long also spoke: "Old Ninth Wife, Jiang Wushang, you old couple, don't you want to live well, why don't you come to seek death?"

Luo Wuqing also sighed: "If I remember correctly, you were injured last time, and you came out in such a short time, don't be afraid to show your waist."

Hey hey hey.

The old ninth lady let out a strange laugh.

"My old bone, unless it is dead, I will stare at you and bite you to death."

Jiang Wushang also sneered: "Just now the sky and the earth changed color. In the direction of Cursed Forest, the sky turned black, the ground turned purple, and the wind and thunder shook. You blackening faction, are you going to start eating people?"

"Fart, when did we say we were going to eat people?"

Mrs. Ping flatly rejected it.

"Do you have evidence?" Jin Long also shamelessly.

"Grandma, grandpa, they want to eat people, I have proof."

Song Chen suddenly interjected.

But Mrs. Ping was very angry.

"Don't fart!"

"Hey, Second Master Ma used the wedding as a cover to eat a little girl named Xiaolu. Second Master Ma was killed by me, but it was clearly written in his soul. Do you want me to write about Second Master Ma? Tell me all the scandals of the past year?"

Song Chen spoke harshly.

Ma Erye's secret is equivalent to the secret of the entire blackening sect.

Of course, the secrets of Mrs. Ping and Jin Long are indispensable.

This kid actually broke the soul of Second Master Ma?

Just now I thought it was Second Master Ma's illness, and this kid took advantage of the chaos to ruin his body.

Never thought.

It turned out to be a soul explosion!

The gazes of Mrs. Ping and the others were all like knives, piercing Song Chen.

This human being is too scary.

"Hahahaha, want to kill him? First ask my old ninth wife if she agrees?"

Jiang Wushang also took a glance at Song Chen, and actually praised him a little: "It turns out that Second Master Ma was killed by you. You did a good job, little boy."

After speaking, Jiang Wushang launched a fierce attack.

Chapter 161 The Upright Poet

A small hammer appeared in Jiang Wushang's left hand, and a chime appeared in his right hand.

When the hammer strikes the chime, the chant is as clear as a dragon.

As the bell rang, a song was sung.

This song is completely different from Mrs. Wu and others, it is actually an ancient poem.

If we say that the singing voices of Mrs. Wu, Mrs. Ninth, and Mrs. Ping are a bit sinister.

That Jiang Wushang's song is simply the embodiment of righteousness.

The cadence is up and down, and the sound is upright.

A little bit of sadness and compassion.

It turned out to be the five rhythms of ancient sounds.

"Jade dew withers the maple forest, Wushan Wuxia is desolate..."

With bells and songs.

Jiang Wushang's phantom of the same body also appeared.

This phantom is completely different from those of other horse celestial beings.

A poet appeared in the sky.

Great poet.

He is also a poet Song Chen is familiar with!

Wearing an ancient hat and costume.

Thin face, a slight long beard.

Looking at the sky, his eyes are full of thoughts.

An inviolable countenance.

This poet can be described as the saint of poetry.

The style of the poem is simple and clumsy, sympathetic to the world and human beings, showing the image of the tolerance of the world, and the meaning of tenderness and affection.

He was wandering all his life, and his heart was attached to his family and country.

He wrote countless poems for the common people.

In his works, there are chariots and horses, swords and swords,

There is a stunning beauty under the moon, and there is a hurry.

There is the bleakness of the autumn wind in the north, and the calmness of Nanchuan towards wine.

Sure enough, gorgeous music and singing can transform into a distinctive spirit form.

I see.

The poet holds a book in his left hand and a pen in his right.

A stroke was drawn towards Zhan Ling Jinlong.

Jin Long raised his ax to block it.

Green energy lingered on the giant axe.

Shiny.

Although the pen is only a light stroke.

But the green energy on the ax was broken by the brush.

Keep writing.

After breaking through the green energy, he swiped forward until he touched the giant axe, and a crack appeared on the axe.

Receive!

Jin Long hurriedly took back the giant axe, his face paled in shock.

"You have evolved!"

Jin Long yelled.

The expression is very incredible.

"Impossible, you are not blackening faction, why can you evolve so fast?"

Jiang Wushang chuckled: "A superspirit is capable of tens of millions, why can't I evolve."

"As far as the decree of Chumaxian is concerned, there are orthodox practice methods, chanting and soul shaping, which can produce different illusions, but you have played them all badly, and the shapes are all fierce."

"You think that blackening can be achieved quickly, but you don't know that the real road needs to lay the foundation before it can produce qualitative changes. This is even more called the righteous way in the world is a vicissitudes of life!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Wushang sang another sentence.

"The waves in the river and the sky are surging, and the wind and clouds are on the top and the ground is cloudy!"

After singing these two lines, Jiang Wushang made another stroke, but this time, he pointed at Luo Wuqing.

Luo Wuqing raised his knife to block.

The pen hits the knife with blood.

Blood spattered from the blood knife.

Luo Wuqing's blood knife was actually made of fresh blood.

Every time a life is hunted, Luo Wuqing condenses the blood of life into the knife.

The longer the time, the stronger the murderous intent.

The more blood, the stronger the murderous intent.

So much so that many superspirituals dare not touch a knife with him.

The evil spirit of this knife is really too heavy.

However, be a little bit by the poet's pen.

The blood knife was injured.