mountain god dance

"What do you mean?"

Xiaojun listened intently, but Baigu didn't say anything, nor begged for mercy, only broken moans overflowed his lips, big teardrops wet his face.

Light rain, wet red silk, scattered green treasures, Xiaojun, who has never enjoyed the spring, feels even more abusive when he sees him like this.Sitting on Baigu, he used a knife to remove the buttons of the dark blue button-up shirt one by one, and raised the handle of the knife to open it from the inside to the outside, like tearing apart a yellow rice cake or talking to a suckling pig : "Give me your name and let me hear who is eating it."

Baigu bowed in pain, and slapped him on the face with one hand: "Are you worthy to know!"

Xiaojun blocked it at will, wrapped three times with the whip to bind his restless hands, and sneered at Baigu's wound, and then there was a more mournful cry.The affected area was originally cut smoothly, but after turning it back and forth, it brought up strips of flesh and blood foam, and even stubble was drawn out, the pain was worse than before, and even Baigu people twisted up.

The evil spirit licked the blood on his finger and said with disgust: "The little god's skin is white and smells like blood, but it has no strength. I once saved a Daiya heart, but I don't know why I can't find it. If I can keep it, I won't come to eat you. "

The tip of the knife made gestures on Baigu's chest where the ribs were faintly visible, and Xiaojun gave him one last chance: "Tell me your name."

Will I meet my father and Master Stove Fire in Tianmai?Baigu thought, it would be great if our family could be reunited in another way, but when he thought that he was going to die in the same way as Daye, which was so ugly and painful to be eaten alive, he couldn't help being overwhelmed, revenge is too much Difficult.

Baigu was stubborn, and stared at the night sky beyond Xiaojun, and the Xinghan Yunhe was extraordinarily broad and bright in tears.Tianmai is closer than revenge, only a few steps away, jumping over the river is the other side.

The name was chosen by his father, who used it to commemorate the feasts of Grain Rain in the past.

Baigu replied in a nasal voice: "It has nothing to do with you."

Xiaojun was eager to eat the fairy meat to recover, but the other party insisted not to talk about it, and he got tired of it.

This is not the time to study carefully. He Bo intercepted the elite soldiers among the ghosts in the Changye Terrace in the distance, and would abandon the battlefield at any time to come to support; Life restrains death.The will-o'-the-wisps used as communication were restless and turbulent, urging Xiaojun with hoarse ravings from time to time, if the time is delayed and the immortals cut him in the middle, all efforts will be in vain.

No longer caring about the familiarity of the Sanxian, Xiaojun raises a knife at Baigu to take his heart, and eats his flesh and blood; Baigu closes his eyes and can't bear to face him, the chill of death hangs in his heart——

"Ding--"

The blood-red blade pierced through Baigu's body and plunged into the stone, piercing spider web-like cracks.

Xiaojun thought his eyes were dazzled, so he probed with his hand, but Baigu suddenly lost his shape, turned into a thin white mist, and disappeared without a trace.

... Lanjian!

The duck with its mouth dropped.Xiaojun stood up angrily and looked around, seeing that the surrounding maze and the white figure floating in the sky had disappeared. Now there is only one possibility—the slave ghost has escaped the control of the ghost king.

The evil spirit closed its eyes angrily, relying on the power of the earth's veins to pursue the god of the mist and wilderness who was tainted with filth, and did not let him escape; Get up and ride on the clouds in the sky.The steaming haze is pervasive, transparent inside and out, night birds give way, and hide their whereabouts in the night.

Something stirred his hair, and the wind blew solemnly.Baigu slowly opened his eyes and floated into the sky. The mist rolled out of the forest, the calmness of the sky and the damp clouds wrapped the wound, and the pain in his leg seemed to have eased.

"saved……"

He hugged Lan Jian's neck and sighed: "It's still time to wake up."

The vast sea of ​​clouds is spread under the feet, and the moon is full of clear light.Lanjian knew that Xiaojun would come after him sooner or later, and said with a serious expression, "I'll take you to the direction of Jindian. How's your leg?"

Baigu was obviously sweating profusely, but he pretended to be relaxed: "It seems to be lame."

Lanjian took a deep look at him: "That is not in time."

Instead, Baigu comforted him: "Didn't you say that if you don't get hurt, you won't know the depth of other people's pain, so it's useless for this fairy to do it."

This principle has indeed been said before. At that time, he was worried that he would be lazy and afraid of hardship. How could he have expected to reach the current level.

Lan Jian was silent for a while before replying: "I feel at this moment that it's good if you don't understand these things."

...Baigu didn't know what to say, quietly watched Yunlu retreating behind him one after another, and felt strange: These words are not like what Lanjian would say, but his brother's tone.

"Lan Jian can speak soft words?"

At this moment, there are only two people in front of him, but a third voice speaks Zhong Baigu's heartfelt words.The clothes on Lan Jian's chest were bulging, and a beautiful snake head with light scales emerged from the collar, and could speak human words: "Little thing, I have stopped the bleeding and pain for you..."

"It's you! Are you recovered?"

Baigu was naturally happy to see Zhuwei, and held him in the mouth of the tiger to wrap his hands around, rubbing his cold scales: "Sure enough, it has turned a little bit...why does it smell weird? I wipe it for you every day." clean."

Lan Jian's journey was bumpy.

When mentioning this matter, Zhuwei raised her little fangs and showed a fierce look: "My majestic water god spends a day and night with hundreds of pickled peppers, and I can't even wash myself off by jumping into the river!"

Baigu was amused: "Hey, ups and downs are also tastes, so let's suffer a little bit and get punished, but you..."

Halfway through the conversation, his smile froze, and Baigu couldn't easily speak out when describing his father's death.

Zhuwei lowered his head, bowed his body, and took the initiative to mention what he did in those days: "...Zhuwei knows shame, and will use everything in the future to pay for his sins..."

The moonstone on his forehead shone under the moon, and his round eyes, which had no expression at all, were inexplicably frustrated:

"Mr. Xiao threw me in the depths of the Yin vein and blood river, and after taking away my mind, I handed over the demon sword to my safekeeping. How could the Wrathful Ting Jun sword be controlled by a half-ghost body for a long time? It hurts me deeply.

"It's a pity that I didn't feel it at the time when I went to my head, but I became more irritable, and my words and deeds changed. It's too late to regret it now..."

"I'm not afraid." Baigu scratched his stomach, "I'll apologize to my father when we meet later."

Zhuwei sticks to him and spits out snake letters, like kissing Baigu's face.

"Speaking of drowsiness." Baigu asked Lanjian again, "What happened to you just now?"

"Lanjian gave me the medicine, but my filthiness is still unresolved."

The little snake hadn't talked to Baigu for a long time, and it swam back and forth on his arm, babbling: "If I hadn't bit him once, fighting the poison with poison to restore his sanity, he would still be stupid."

Baigu thought for a while: "Is there a way to use Xuehe to make Xiaojun listen to us?"

Zhuwei said again: "'Mind Return' is a characteristic of the earth's veins, which evolved from the death of thousands of years. The original meaning of the word 'ghost' is changed from 'return', I'm afraid we can't use it."

Baigu was puzzled: "What is the characteristic of Tianmai? Xiaojun dares to pretend to be a mountain god, and also dares to gain confidence. He can obviously use the power of Tianmai."

Zhuwei grinned his big mouth in doubt, looking a little horrified: "It's been so long, but no one has taught you?"

"No, I didn't learn..."

Baigu scratched his head, and peeped at Lanjian with a guilty conscience: "I am eager to learn how to fight, so I don't know how to make sense."

Zhuwei twisted his body and crawled from one end to the other, occupying the high position on Lan Jian's shoulders, and raised his neck: "It's okay, I'll just talk to you.

"Tianmai is 'Final Suihua'. Subdivided, what Water God gets is 'Leaking and Seepage'. Because he doesn't care about putting people to death, the effect is great, but the process of change is the most gentle; Mountain God and Earth God What you get is '峌嵲塞田', which can also be regarded as a drastic change.

"Xiao Jun is an idiot who thinks that killing God can make up his body, hey, maybe..."

Baigu looked at his shapeless calf resting on Lan Jian's elbow, and said thoughtfully, "I don't care about putting people to death? Then what if I want to put him to death..."

Zhuwei immediately stopped him: "Sanxian is small, what can he do? Just protect yourself!"

Lan Jian, who was on his way without distracting thoughts, suddenly interrupted them: "Here we come!"

The strong wind turbulently turbulent, and the flat and horizontal clouds stirred up disorderly, and Xiaojun was chasing after him under the clouds.In the moonlight, he was like a black fish in a pond, swinging his long whip upwards from time to time, dragging out several fan-shaped golden strands, driving Lan Jian to the left and right.

The god of the mist wilderness uses the power of extension and engraving again, and according to his own identity, he forms three groups of people and horses to advance together. When they enter the mountains, they will follow the division of the north and south foothills. Only then can I come back.

The three groups of men and horses in the sky each took the two drops of Qi and blood from Lan Jian and ran farther and farther, getting more and more sideways, Xiao Jun didn't know that they were empty and had imprints, all of them were empty.The real Lanjian chooses forest to land, and it is only a few miles away from Jindian. Baigu also reports the location in gnosis, and waits for the demon sword to arrive, and immediately counterattacks.

The dense forest is an excellent battlefield. Xiaojun is good at soft whips, his speed is fast and powerful, and his spread range is large, but the narrow space is not enough for his body and steps, so he is not allowed to play a lot.At that time, Lan Jian and Shan Mi will join forces to attack, hindering his vision and means, and he will surely win easily.

"Hey, listen."

When the three immortals entered a chestnut forest, they heard a baby girl crying, and seemed to be frightened.Lanjian was afraid that another village would be murdered, so he wanted to catch up: "There are children, let's see if there are any other survivors."

Baigu had just been deceived by the voice once and felt terrified, so he stopped vigilantly: "Lanjian, wait a minute, maybe it's something else!"

The crying sounds pitiful and desolate at first, and then the scalp becomes numb, and gradually it seems to grow into the ears, come out of the head, and it is the sound coming out of his own mouth.

The two immortals didn't feel any discomfort, until the little snake, Zhuwei, exclaimed in a blink of an eye, "Baigu!"

Baigu's clothes were drenched with blood, the large and small wounds from Xiaojun's blows were painful again, and the wounds were enlarged, and those who had recovered were also weakened and corrupted, with purple and black blood clots gushing out.

There was a layer of sweat on his head, and he pinched his knees: "Not good..."

It is very similar to the Man-Headed Spider's Heaven Decay Magic Qin, but it has two different principles.Lanjian quickly realized, pinched his fingers and shot: "The sound of misery? Go!"

The mist condensed two half-sized snow leopards. They swung their thick tails and ran towards the source of the sound, trying to bite the curse heart to break the evil spell.

A huge chestnut tree fell into the ground, never seeming to have roots.Starting from it, all the nearby sand and trees poured down rapidly as if being sucked into the cliff, and the deep black cave kept devouring the trees for an unknown number of times.After rising, the surface of the abyss has turned into the filthy soil of eternal life, and the rotting viscera has clothed the banks of the Yellow Spring, and the human world has once again fallen into the elbow of hell.

While trying to stop Baigu from bleeding again, Zhuwei choked coldly: "Wait here."

Corpses huddled at the entrance of the cave like maggots and worms, and the human corpses that had been dead for many years swayed back to life. They escaped from the coffin of bones and dust and the suppression of yin and yang, and returned to the world with blue will-o'-the-wisps. Stubborn illnesses are no longer a problem, they are healed, very exciting!

Encountering the enemy halfway, unable to avoid the battle, Baigu stepped on a branch and hid in the leaves to meditate to restore his cultivation, looking forward to going into battle as soon as possible, while Zhuwei used a style of silence and shadow to help him hide his whereabouts, and when he came back, he suddenly heard a sweet sound The female voice laughed happily, with a cadence at the end:

"My concubine wanted to be a son-delivering Guanyin, hehehehe... It seems that gods don't like little dolls."

The female ghost behind the scenes hides behind the cascading trees. Under the yellow jacket and short jacket, she has a green long round belly and curved thighs. She walks on her back like a grasshopper, with her fingers tied to ropes, and two scorched human skins of babies are hung. A tool for refining the sound of misery.

The baby skin was constantly being manipulated and made strange movements, making ugly cries and laughs.The thoughtless, carrion corpses acted according to the sound, some recklessly and courageously charged straight up, even if their eyes were blinded by the starlight and their limbs were burnt off without fear, while others kept wandering and taking tricks after careful consideration, called Lanjian is hard to guard against.He had no choice but to recruit Yunni Heavenly Soldiers again, smashing the halberd and killing the ghosts.

Another caracal monkey, which is common in the southwest, grabbed a handful of will-o'-the-wisps and waved them as a call to arms: "They are here!"

Xiaojun in the distance immediately turned back when he heard the contact sound, and Tuo Ke, who pretended to escape, lost all meaning and resolved by himself.On the way Xiaojun turned back, the road was covered with clouds, and the top and bottom were white. As long as he passed through, he would be hit by thunder and lightning.Xiaojun draws his whip away, the cold light shines on the night, the Venus stars purple smoke, thunder and lightning flood the bell, only hate the front is not fast.

"The ghost king is coming, go!"

The caracal monkey screamed. It is a new ghost that has become stronger after eating the remains of the falcon. Its body is as thick and thin as a human, with long six hands and six eyes. Used for climbing, striding like flying, elusive.And Lanjian's technique is not suitable for fighting against such an enemy. He wanted to lure Xiaojun here, but he was restrained instead.

The hideous monkey laughed and teased Lanjian from time to time, slashing his ankles with a knife, and pulling his long hair.The rotting corpses and goblins rushed forward, and it stayed behind happily picking up the leaks.

The filthy bodies strode forward in clusters, one after another leaped to show off their kung fu, chasing Lan Jian to attack him.

Lan Jian was already overwhelmed. On the one hand, when he made a move, he deliberately cut off the shade of the forest and cut out an open space. Because of the help of the star official's immortal method, he burned it with fire, but on the other hand, the shield and soldiers he atomized would block Concealing power, it is very unpleasant to fight.

"Tsk, uncomfortable..."

The ferocious monkey bulged its cheeks and whistled into the cave, and a giant roared from the cave, as if thousands of troops were ready, waiting for the opportunity to attack, wipe out the immortals, and overturn the decline of the earth.

The smell of fallen grass and trees is increasing, and the sky is full of ghosts swirling. Zhuwei, who has seen this posture, hissed and reminded Lanjian: "There are dozens of guys like the mantra girl and monkeys in Changyetai, and others It’s not a climate, not even the Xingyue mino.”

Although most of them are incapable, mortals are fragile and cannot withstand the invasion of the underworld and are wiped out everywhere.Billowing green smoke was sent out from the ground like a beacon of war, flying around to cover Xingyue. Seeing this, Zhuwei added slowly: "Of course, these ten or so are difficult enough."

Driven by the turbid breath, the coercion bursts out, and the elite soldiers and good generals of Changyetai play the drums, just waiting for the green smoke to spread and take effect.

Lan Jian thought in his heart that he didn't need to get in the way, so he tried his best to wipe out a tactic, and with a flick of his hand, he once again lifted himself into the sky with the help of the wind.

Then I saw that the dark night was as steep as soap washing, and the clouds were blowing in front of my eyes, and there was a vast expanse, like a magnolia rolled in the hand of an immortal, and willow flowers piled up by Yaoji.

This whiteness is like a certain state, extracted from the spiritual consciousness and settling in the southern country, the sound of ghosts and wars is weak in the pure whiteness, as if talking in a dream last night, only to hear it tonight; or as if they were all built into the city wall and filled Into the sea of ​​quicksand, the connection was broken by Jingwei's beak.

The true way is clear, everything else is false, in the fog!

This mist comes from heart barriers rather than nature. It awakens the true feelings, and the remorse, sorrow and anger of the past life all surface, adding more barriers:

The human corpse that has been left forever in yesterday realizes that he is already dead, so he has many feelings and only hopes to return to his hometown, hesitating on his feet;

The evil spirits who were determined to fight were confused, thinking that the earth veins are the destination, and wandered in a trance, unable to fight any more, full of doubts.

"Although I have the ambition to embrace the moon, it is tolerable to be killed."

The rotting corpse, which was cut off half of its body by the Heavenly Soldiers molded by Lanjian, walked slowly under the sparse stars and moons. Immortal Fa burned several honeycomb-sized holes in its raised head, and gradually ignited the flames. Falling into a puddle of dust, it was scattered in all directions, and an oath was left in the wind: "When a man sees humiliation, he still draws his sword and rises up. How can a person who is proud and happy bear humiliation?"

"Being sad for dozens of years, far away from each other, so that I can wither away..."

More incomplete bodies staggered in all directions, crossing the wind and trees, chanting the names of their family members and hometown all the way: "The danger is difficult to climb, and there is no hope..."

They used to be humans, and if they were humans, they would have roots.

"Tsk, your tricks are not funny, you all give me some energy!"

The ferocious monkey jumped like thunder, roaring at Lan Jian in the first sentence, and barking at the group of ghosts in the next sentence.With the smell getting weaker and weaker, it found the daughter of the curse sound, and urged it sharply: "Ms. Spinning, there is half a polluted inner alchemy in the mist, hurry up!"

The textile girl's skin turned black, and she couldn't help crying under the influence of Lan Jian, and her cry was extremely shrill and melancholy.It bared its teeth and stretched out the slender wings covering its back, rubbing and vibrating, amplifying the sound of the sound of misery, trying to penetrate the heart barrier and accelerate the consciousness of the misery.

For a moment, the effect of Wuli Mist faded away, revealing Lan Jian's sweaty forehead and blue veins around his eyes. He had no energy left to guide Yu Yunni to be his guard, but Zhuwei surrounded him like a bird, forming an end-to-end The appearance is like a pearl scale sky profile, the shield similar to his scale structure shimmers softly to block the sound of the curse, and the white mist continues to increase, so dense that it is impossible to avoid it.

The caracal monkey, born of some kind of resentment, couldn't hold on anymore, pulled its eyelids and hair with six hands, jumped onto the tree, and hit its head angrily: "Don't catch us again! It doesn't taste good when soaked in wine, Die, die!"

While it was going crazy and making noises, Lan Jian found out the location of the two ghosts, and the beam of white mist was like a red rainstorm, hitting the weaver girl behind the tree first.

The remnant wood shattered into thousands of pieces and arrows, and completely smashed the female ghost's two arms, making it impossible to move the scorched black shadow puppet any more.

"Ugh! Ugh!" The weaver's cry was loud, like a larva that could only live for half a summer begging for help.

Taking advantage of its illness and killing it, Baigu appeared from the side, with a straw rope tied around his injured leg for strength, and holding a pink ruler that he just got in his hand.

But when the ruler was forcefully drawn on the female ghost's round belly, the whites of the weaver girl's eyes turned black, and she suffered severe pain repeatedly. Her legs curled up and she lost her balance and fell to the ground. The muscles kept crying.

The opponent's appearance was too miserable, Baigu couldn't bear to look at it any longer, and just as he raised the jellyfish ring and stabbed it, the weaver girl disintegrated from the ground: it split from a blue adult into a bunch of black babies, and the young weaver girls lay on the ground together Rolling over, all four limbs were shrunk together, and long thin wings grew from the back.

"In the wild grass...crying every night..."

The weaving lady repeatedly said the same sentence, sobbing: "Crying in the dark, uh-"

This day, Baigu heard too many cries for help, voices and voices stacked together, real, fake, his own, other people's, noisy, used to attack, used to anger, used to shout hoarsely.

He got close to the weavers, listened to their thoughts from the chaotic shouts, and penetrated their bodies... He stared at the charred babies on the ground, and saw clearly their closed eyes and clenched palms.

Like sisters, they are children thrown in the baby tower.They lost their parents as soon as they were born. Contrary to those who later became carrion corpses, they didn't do anything for a day, like worms crouched in the leaves, screaming for a while, and then starved to death.

"Uh, uh-"

This is the crying of a baby. Before the father brought the girl home, did her little instinctive crying also flow into the weaving mother's body?

The power of the earth veins is the return of the mind, which means that the ability of "weakness and old injury" also comes from the mind.

The heirs who were once abandoned, and the wrong things that never looked back, left a crack in the spirit and soul, and brought them into the leylines forever.

"Baigu!" Zhuwei urged him, "Hurry up!"

Sumita was worried that she would be late, so she purposely passed the jellyfish ring from Baigu's gnosis, and Baigu held the short ring and asked himself: Add pain to pain, add darkness to darkness, and it is definitely not caused by itself. What will happen if punishment is imposed on the consequences?

"You can't save them!" Zhuwei saw through Baigu's intentions, and hissed while circling his body, "They are originally resentment, not real human souls, and there is no possibility of reincarnation!"

This is the irreversible result of the evil that has been done by the hands of the past.When Baigu heard this, he bit the bullet and pierced a ring at a scorched black baby. The unsharp jellyfish ring was so sharp that it easily cut off the young and shriveled body and shattered on the ground.Baigu frowned slightly, he was a little disgusted, the feeling of real resentment shook his mind, and his eyes seemed to blur...

Zhuwei stretched his neck: "Not good! Baigu moved his hand, but he also got a heart block. Does he know this curse girl?"

After Lan Jian hanged the ferocious monkey, he floated over: "I'll come, he's seriously injured, so he can't stay for long."

Before Lan Jian made a move, the freezing wind suddenly made flying sand and gravel, and the time when several people looked up and watched, Bai Mu collapsed.The evil spirit has come forward with a fierce wind, and threw two whips to break through the five miles of fog. The scarlet lotus bloomed in full bloom, blowing the flowers of the underworld, and the weaver girl regained her adult form. With just one blow, the arrangement in Lanjian was broken!

"Heh, I did this while I was away."

Xiaojun didn't give any more chances, he threw random whips from top to bottom, thousands of cold lights fluttered, silver dragons flew, regardless of whether it hit his own people or the immortals, the cracks in the woodland were bleak, and they were not intact for several miles place.

Baigu Jijiujie barely blocked it, but was immediately crushed by the ghost king's force and fell to his knees, bleeding from his wrist.When he was in such a critical situation, there were immortals protecting his head and body, and this protective shield was also smashed after a while, and another shield was replaced to withstand the random killing.

Seeing that Baigu has not been penetrated, Xiaojun smiled and accepted it, not paying attention.Running his fingers through the wet hair around his face, he asked them, "Well, what else can I see?"

Baigu sucked out the dirty blood from his wrist and spat it on the ground: "When will you die?"

"I'm talking hard again."

Xiaojun said that after the sky collapsed and the ground collapsed, everything died in the muddy water and fishy river where he landed, and the swamp was full of bones. Xiaojun called out the water of the Yellow Spring, the Cold Spring, and the Yin Spring to surround the three gods, and wanted to engulf their spiritual consciousness in one fell swoop. Destruction, until dragged into the lower Huangquan Road!

Lanjian broke through the siege, the silver-armored heavenly soldiers rose again, and the sky was full of white flames, and the soft mist turned into something heavier than gold and iron in the hands of the angry god.He has been maliciously teased by the other party many times, and he is far from the avenue he insisted on. The hatred and shame he generated ignited the ruined forest layer by layer.

Lan Jian clenched his fists and shouted in a much louder voice than usual: "I swore that day, even if I never come back, I will drag you together so that I cannot be resurrected!"

Xiaojun patted a whip, and fought against Tianbing Wuwei: "Good fighting spirit!"

The phantom mist became a shooting star and flame spear, and the cloud turned into a golden crow holding the sun. Lanjian tried her best to fight against Xiaojun, and fierce lights and evil stars appeared one after another. Crawl away; the rotting corpses who have not lost their mobility slowly stand up, even change their positions, and rush towards Xiaojun together with the heavenly soldiers.They stretched out their claws and bit fiercely, scaring the demon: "Get out!"

"Oh, I knew that aging would eventually come, but it turned out to be true in a blink of an eye."

The rickety rotting corpse was broken by Xiaojun's involuntary words, leaving only a white-haired head rolling away, knocking teeth and talking to itself, and gradually sank into the quagmire of Huangquan: "May I have a good wine, so that the old man will continue... …drink……"

A golden whip and a sapphire knife, a white armor with a white coat, a fairy and a ghost are reflected in the misty night, where dragons roar and tigers roar in deep mountains and swamps, birds and beasts cry out.Baigu and Zhuwei stood on the high ground that had not yet been soaked by the three springs, silently estimating the distance: Jindian and Jiuzhen had been delayed for a long time, and no new ghosts had jumped out of the underworld cave—the two groups might be somewhere have met.

Seeing that Lan Jian fought against Xiaojun with his life, he didn't care about it, and used his big moves to fight Xiaojun with all his strength, and his mouth overflowed with the will to die: "Isn't it just the death of the body, this thousand-year-old body is also old!"

"Lanjian!"

Baigu grabbed his broken leg and looked at the man in white in the air: "Please survive, I will definitely, I will listen to your reasoning..."

"Don't be discouraged." Zhu Wei arched his conical head, "Then since Uncle Da He is dawdling... Humph, when it comes to swamps, it's my battlefield, let me fight instead!"

Baigu could barely grasp his slippery body, begging: "No more Zhuwei, don't force yourself!"

Zhuwei then said: "Although it is forced, it is not a desperate use."

Baigu didn't want to understand: "Although it is reluctant!?"

"After all, I was born in less than a hundred days. But tell me, why did I grow so big in just a few days in the blood river?"

Zhuwei landed and slid into the temporary river channel formed by the three springs and swirled around with the waves. There were layers of scales and waves around him, and the night shone with pity, followed by subtle changes.Baigu blinked, and saw that the foam in the blood wave had turned into a deep trickle, indifferent and clear, under the moonlight, there was a silver light, and the purple atmosphere was dense.

"This is……"

The jewel on Zhuwei's forehead became brighter and brighter, and his stature gradually grew as he swam in the river, and his scales deepened.

"I figured it out. Its source is not the power of the underworld, but the power of pure yin. But in the yang world, there is something greater than the yin power of the underworld."

He looked up, the white jade plate in the sky, and the clear light sprinkled on the snake tail fairy on the ground.

With the help of the moonstone on his forehead, Zhuwei added the cold shadow of the eternal bright moon to his body, triggering the tide in the dry land. He grew up from his childhood figure and restored his body with broad arms, long arms and thin tail. , lightly dressed in purple clothes, wearing a silver crown on his head, flicking his tail to reveal moist Qiuze, standing in the depths of Quqiao.

"Hahaha……"

It is very satisfying for Zhuwei to change into a strong physique, even if it does not last for a long time, it is enough.He pulls out a beautiful crescent moon sickle and throws it under the three springs, and the water path that originally belonged to the underworld sneaks all the way, and when it reaches Xiaojun's side, the heavy sickle tip bursts out, and scrapes him in a circle On the ground, almost broke his neck.

Xiaojun got hit by the trick, got up and looked at him in embarrassment.

Zhuwei was very happy, he patted the ground with the tip of his tail, and the sickle flew back to his palm: "Oh, my god who is in charge of this smallest river, isn't it bad?"

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It's all my fault that I wrote the last chapter too long, so I can only develop it separately...

So why is it the penultimate chapter again, I have written several penultimate chapters! [stomp