Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

Chapter 674 The Secret of Snow Mountain, Mahakala

The array is separated, solemn and majestic.

Fu Baolang rolled up the yellow scarf and laid out the precious seal.

The sun is just right, white clouds with shining golden edges are passing by, and there are faint shadows under the cage. Dashun's flags are as dense as a dense forest, with ten steps and one pole, five steps and one row. The sword points to the sky. Occasionally someone passes by under the flag, and the flag corner is turned gently.

The envoys from various countries were talking a lot, their eyes jumping from Dashun Liangqu in the east to Beiting Haruhan in the west, and then back again, fighting over who lost, who won, who was strong and who was weak, their faces red-faced.

Noisy room.

The old man, as skinny as iron, walked out of the hall and stood at the corner of the cloth. Some gray light seemed to flash across the veil.

Mr. Mo?

Liang Qu recognized the old man. He was sitting on the altar from Pingyang to the imperial capital, and Mr. Mo was looking after him on the golden leaf boat.

Reach out and tap slightly.

"Commander Meng, what does this mean?"

"What?" Meng Qiang looked over, "Oh, Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo has a magical power, which is called 'pointing the ground into steel'. That is, wherever your feet stand, if the person is not bad, the ground will not be bad, but the ground needs to be It is a whole piece, so the masonry should be covered with a layer of water-soaked gauze.”

"It's a bit dangerous."

After practicing martial arts to the level of tiger hunting, the ordinary masonry and earth surfaces have long since become a buffer zone. Without the deformation to absorb the impact, all the damage will be real, and people will eat it.

"What, are you scared?"

"A little emotional."

Meng Qiang patted his shoulder: "There has been heavy snowfall in the north for three years, and the morale of our enemy and ourselves is very important. Beiting is a wolf, a ferocious beast. If Dashun shows even the slightest sign of weakness, it will dare to pounce on you and bite your throat!"

Lieutenant Liang Heng, you are taking the lead in today's battle, not only for the sake of the face of the two countries, but also on your shoulders and mine, shouldering the peace of the border and all the people in the world for no reason! "

Come again!

Meng Qiang made these remarks the first time he came here, and he really likes to give people strength.

Liang Qu didn't take it entirely as a joke.

Senior brother Yang Xu indeed once said that there has been heavy snowfall in the north for many years, so thick that it can submerge a horse's chest, and the city gate cannot be pushed open after one night. If not, his family leave could be longer and he would not leave until after the New Year.

"Master Liang! The big gun is coming!"

The servants carried Fubo on their shoulders, and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals walked out of the path.

Liang Qu raised his hand to grab it. He did not have the privilege of "entering the court without rushing, and going to the palace with swords and shoes", so Fubo naturally relied on Chishan.

The Tianyu guards also each obtained their own weapons and warmed up on the spot.

"What a vicious knife!"

Haruhan waved his arms, and the wind of the knife stirred up nearby flags. His weapon was a meat-sawing sword with a strange handle. It snaked back from the head and covered the entire back of the knife. It could be held with both hands, and its teeth were ferocious. , the sharp edge is dark red like dried blood.

He has a body of ten feet tall and a five-foot sword.

Liang Qu always felt familiar. After thinking for a long time, the word "La Tarn" came to his mind.

"He looks honest and honest, but his weapons are fierce. He must not be a good bird!"

Meng Qiang said: "I've got the weapon, I'm almost ready to use it."

The Tianyu guards looked at Liang Qu and offered words of encouragement.

"Master Liang, we are all born from swords and guns, so don't lose your place!"

"Yes, be energetic!"

"Beiting is a bitter cold wasteland. A bereaved dog has lost its territory. It can't poop without tea and can't sleep without gold. Why show off its power here?"

"Don't worry, everyone! Liang will definitely win for the first time!"

Liang Qu flipped his wrist and picked a shot, which immediately attracted bursts of applause. He made a little noise and wanted to stride forward.

To the west, Batu, the envoy of the North Courtyard, suddenly made some movement. He ran to the Holy Emperor and pointed at Liang Qu and others. Immediately afterwards, the chamberlain came to deliver a message.

Seeing the situation, Meng Qiang stepped forward and asked: "Eunuch Li, what's the matter? Beiting has changed his mind again? Do you want to change the venue?"

Eunuch Li held a red velvet tray in his hand: "No, Batu's envoy said that my Dashun land is rich in resources and has many skilled craftsmen. It would be unfair for two people to compete against each other. Therefore, he proposed that Liang Hengwei take off his Yunlei clothes and arm guards. Everyone Travel light."

"OK!"

Without saying a word, Liang Qu turned around and took off his Yunlei clothes and Long Lingxiang. He took off his arm guards and belt and put them on the tray. Awei also snaked his way down the clothes and only poked out his blue head.

"Gu insect?" Meng Qiang was surprised, "Liang Hengwei has a wide range of interests."

"It's a small trick that doesn't make sense."

Liang Qu turned around and said, "Is the head office ready now?"

"Excuse me, sir, please change this clothes."

The chamberlain put down the tray, and the maid next to him handed over new clothes, an ordinary black hunting suit, tough and considerate.

…

The clouds are drifting and the shadows are changing.

The big flag fluttered occasionally in the breeze, the mythical beasts soared into the clouds, Tai Le commanded the bell to hit the yellow bell, Xie Lv Lang fell down and raised his command, drums and pails, washing the balance with the girls, playing the great music of breaking the formation!

Dust swirls low.

Mr. Mo, dressed in gray and plain robes, with his hands in sleeves, occupies a corner, standing as still as iron.

central.

Both parties held a prayer meeting.

"The Golden Court is a barbarian tribe, Narheish Haruhan!"

"Dashun Pingyang, Liangqu!"

"please!"

"please!"

Woo~

The trombones sounded and the drums soared to the sky.

The two sides looked at each other, each taking fifteen steps back, but at the moment they reached the end of fifteen steps, the soles of their feet touched the ground.

Boom!

The big drum beats and the dust rises slightly.

The music of breaking the formation reached its climax, the two armies clashed, swords clashed, murderous intent overflowed, there was no boring waiting or confrontation, the two people were emotionally connected, their eyes flashed, their blood surged, their ankles twisted, and they charged forward fiercely!

boom!

Tornadoes rise from the ground and white mist scatters.

There is no collapse or deformation on the ground, and all the power is completely rolled upwards!

Bang!

Black light flashed.

Blades collided, sparks flew.

Whoosh!

The surging air waves exploded in a circle, thousands of flags fluttered wildly, countless official hats were blown into the sky, and they were frantically picked up.

Two black shadows, one big and one small, rolled back and flew!

Batu and Meng Qiang stood up suddenly.

"What a fierce and strange power!"

Since he was born, no one has ever been able to compete with him in strength!

Both of them were surprised.

The long wind whistled.

Liang Qu pointed his spear obliquely, floating down with the wind.

Harukhan staggered a few steps and stood firm at the same time.

Their eyes met again.

The golden-eyed white ape, the coiled dragon pillar, and the flowing cloud fairy island all appeared.

The black god with closed eyes, wind and thunder lingered, and the sea of ​​blood surged and followed closely.

Everyone was stunned.

Harukhan's true energy manifested in a human form, with a black body, red lips and white teeth, eyes closed, arms raised high as if holding up the sky, one hand holding a blue knife, lightning and wind swirling, the other hand holding a red knife, blood flowing and shining, like a majestic statue.

What is this true energy?

"Quick, quick, is there anyone who understands?" Meng Qiang turned around, "Where are the people in the Sutra Repository? Is there anyone in the Sutra Repository?"

"The secret of the Great Snow Mountain - "Heibie Tianfa"!"

"Mr. Lan?"

Lan Jicai of the Imperial Observatory appeared at some point, with his hands behind his back and his brows furrowed.

Zhang Shaofan asked: "Mr. Lan, what is "Heibie Tianfa"? What is unique about it?"

Awei on the tray raised his head.

Lan Jicai shook his head: "I don't know the details, but I know that there are three levels of true energy forged by this method.

One head and two arms Black Sky Guard; two heads and four arms Black Sky General; three heads and six arms Black Sky King.

With each additional arm, there is no need to comprehend, you can copy the strange phenomena of heaven and earth and manifest them as weapons in your hands. Six arms can contain six kinds of strange phenomena and six kinds of weapons!"

Everyone looked back, one head and two arms, two big swords.

"Harukhan's is the Black Guard?"

"No, this is the fourth-class Mahakala! Three heads and six arms manifested as one!"

Meng Qiang was stunned: "Didn't we agree on three levels?"

Lan Jicai glanced at him: "Because the Black Guard can't be cultivated at all, no matter how talented you are, it's useless! It is said that only those who are recognized by the Black Guard can obtain it."

Meng Qiang was stunned: "Are there really gods in the world?"

"Isn't the Dragon King the god of rivers and water? He can call the wind and rain, cut off the river and intercept the flow. Gods are people, and people are gods." Lan Jicai stared for a long time, thinking about it, "The exchanges between the Great Snow Mountain and Beiting are quite frequent..."

"So..."

Meng Qiang looked back at the Mahakala holding two swords in his hands, and counted the common phenomena in the world in Beiting.

Wind and thunder pillars!

Blood river!

They are all symbols of killing and fierceness!