Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

The latest website: Xiao Xiao Beifeng, like a knife on the face. Yang Nanzhong untied a wine gourd from his waist and took a few sips. The taste was extremely bitter, with a fishy smell, but after drinking it, it seemed as if a fire had entered his belly along his throat, which made his body a little warmer. stand up.

The gourd is not filled with wine, but with barbarian blood!

On the way of the march, until the critical moment, try not to use the righteousness to protect the body. This is the experience in the army.

Because you don't know when you will fall into a fierce battle, and you don't know if just a little bit of righteousness will save you or your comrades' lives.

A little bit of wind, just blow it.

Yang Nanzhong should have returned to Tianbo City two days ago as planned, but he encountered a group of barbarians that broke through the fortress in front, and they fought again.

To win is to win.

The Jie Yuan who had a missing tooth in his mouth and the personal soldier who was skilled in burning corpses died, and there were others. Now there are only six people left with Yang Nanzhong, all of them injured. As long as Yang Nanzhong closed his eyes, he seemed to see blue flames ignited from the corpse of his comrade.

I don't know when it's my turn.

Yang Nanzhong always saw that the wildfire could not burn out, but he never felt the spring breeze blowing again.

When did spring ever occur in this northern region?

The great-grandmother said that Dongcangcheng would be a turning point, so she asked herself to resign from the military and go to assist Wan Anbo.

Is this really reliable?

Just when Yang Nanzhong's thoughts drifted away, a cavalry came from the south and shouted from a distance, "But the major general? General Yang ordered me to come and respond."

...

At sunset, Chen Luo was writing hard in his study.

Even though he had seen countless remakes in his previous life, but at this time he was rewriting it, Chen Luo's heart was still agitated.

Xiangyang City, Guo Jing defended the city for 20 years. During the war, Huang Yaoshi, Master Yideng, and Zhou Botong helped guard Xiangyang.

At the beginning of the Changming Palace, the loud voice of "the great man of the country, for the country and the people" finally had a complete echo. After writing this chapter, Chen Luo sighed softly.

I don't know what kind of reaction this article will have after it spreads to the world.

After a little tweaking, Chen Luo began to write the last chapter of the book.

If you don't know it, you will naturally only regard this chapter as the finishing touch of the whole book.

But Chen Luo knew what kind of story the last few strokes of that page would draw together—

"Guo Xiang turned around and saw that Zhang Junbao was bleeding from the wound on his head, so he took out a handkerchief from his arms and wrapped it up for him. Zhang Junbao was so grateful and wanted to say thanks, but saw Guo Xiang's eyes were full of tears, and he felt very strange. , I don't know why she is sad, but the words of thanks can't be said."

Yang Guo said goodbye to everyone, took Xiaolongnv's hand, stood side by side with Shendiao, and retired to the rivers and lakes.

"At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, the breeze was blowing the leaves, and the crows on the top of the tree were chirping.

"It is: 'The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright; the fallen leaves are gathering and scattered, and the jackdaw perches is frightened. Acacia meets each other and knows when, this night is embarrassing.'"

Chen Luo wrote the last word and put down the pen.

A moment ago, the familiar scene appeared again, and the Yawen characters on the manuscript came off the paper, forming a vortex of characters in the air.

The same object slowly flew out of the vortex.

"Book Spirit!"

Chen Luo looked forward to, according to his experience, every book spirit was equivalent to a treasure with a special function, and the "Secret Realm of Mount Huashan" in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" benefited him a lot. What kind of book spirit treasure is "The Legend of Condor Heroes"?

After a while, the book spirit completely flew out of the text vortex.

The Yawen text also fell on the paper again, and everything returned to normal.

Chen Luo looked at the book spirit suspended in midair, a little puzzled.

Why is it another stone?

A square rectangular stone was suspended in front of him. It seemed to have words engraved on it, but no spiritual body appeared.

"This is……"

Chen Luo took a closer look and saw that the stone was clearly carved with four characters with a sword——

"Grave of the Living Dead!"

tombstone?

What's the use of this?

Chen Luo reached out and grabbed the tombstone, but as soon as his hand touched the tombstone, a sudden change occurred!

The tombstone expanded in an instant and slammed heavily on the ground. Then, a large black hole appeared on the ground behind the tombstone, and it was impossible to see the bottom at a glance.

At this time, Chen Luo felt that there was a faint call to let him walk into the big hole.

Chen Luo hesitated for a moment, but thinking that this was a book spirit that was in line with his own mind, he no longer hesitated, and walked directly into the big hole.

In an instant, Chen Luo's figure disappeared from the room, and the tombstone, together with the black hole, also flashed and disappeared.

Almost at the same time as Chen Luo and the tombstone dissipated, Yun Siyao rushed into the study.

She looked around, feeling slightly.

"Strange, the aura of the younger brother has disappeared."

Yun Siyao flipped his wrist, and several jade-colored scales appeared in the air, Yun Siyao pointed at the sky, the jade-colored scales collided with each other, and finally made a strange arrangement.

Yun Siyao fixedly looked at the arrangement of the dragon scales, and was horrified: "How is it possible? There is no trace of heaven?"

There are only two possibilities for the way of heaven to disappear, either, there are saints covering it, or people are dead.

And now, there is no saint in the world.

"Impossible! Impossible!" Yun Siyao's breath soared, and two crystal dragon horns drilled out of his forehead.

"Tian Dao, you come out for me!"

"Yi Tian!"

In the sky above Dongcang City, a huge chessboard appeared, covering the entire Dongcang City!

In the art of fighting the heavens, if you use human power to defeat the half-child, you can gain the power of the way of heaven.

...

Chen Luo's eyes flashed and he found himself standing in an underground stone room.

"This is... the inside of the tomb of the living dead?" Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, and a voice came from behind him: "Lin Chaoying has seen the lord."

When Chen Luo turned around, he saw a beautiful woman in her twenties and a red dress saluting him. The woman's eyebrows were like long swords, her eyes were like stars, and she had a sassy heroic spirit.

"Lin Chaoying..." Chen Luo wondered, "Why don't you see me outside?"

"This place is the tomb of the living dead. Chaoying is full of dead energy and cannot appear in the outside world." This Lin Chaoying replied coldly.

Sure enough, just like the description in the book, he is a top-notch arrogant. If it wasn't for the relationship between the book spirit and the master, it is estimated that he is simply too lazy to take care of himself.

Chen Luo couldn't be bothered with a book spirit, and continued to ask: "What is the function of the ancient tomb book spirit?"

Lin Chaoying said with a blank face: "The ancient tomb is a large storage space, which can allow the corresponding number and level of living people to enter. After entering, the whole body will be covered with a layer of death, so that Heavenly Dao judges that this person is dead, Will not be tracked and investigated!"

"In addition, the ancient tomb has the power of space. In addition to the entrance to the tombstone, it can also open an exit to facilitate the master's escape!"

"But if you want to make another exit, you need to consume the red dust gas on the lord as energy."

"Huh? How to do it?" Chen Luo asked, this may be a life-saving trick.

At this moment, Lin Chaoying hesitated for a moment, walked in front of Chen Luo, and suddenly reached out and took Chen Luo's hand.

Chen Luo: (?'?Д?')!!

However, Chen Luo soon found that the red dust in his body rushed towards Lin Chaoying.

Lin Chaoying said, "Which direction is your lord going?"

Chen Luo thought about it: North.

Lin Chaoying nodded and held Chen Luo to the north. With every step, Chen Luo felt that the entire tomb of the living dead seemed to extend infinitely.

However, it **** so much!

After walking for less than a moment, Chen Luo hurriedly shouted: "Okay, okay, I can't smoke anymore."

Lin Chaoying immediately let go of her hand and took two steps back. He pointed to the exit of the tomb: "The lord walks out from here, and this is the new exit."

"If you want to come back, just come in through that exit again."

Chen Luo nodded and didn't know where he was going. In such a short time, he should be inside Dayeling.

Check it out a little, if it doesn't work, run away.

Chen Luo made up his mind and walked out of the tomb.

...

The desolate grass was covered with hoarfrost, and suddenly a black hole appeared on the ground, and a head protruded from the black hole.

It was Chen Luo.

Chen Luo jumped lightly, jumped out of the black hole, and landed on the grassland, but at this time he was still exuding this thin layer of black gas.

Fang Cai, Lin Chaoying, also reminded him that this was the dead energy of the tomb, and it would remain for a while after he left the tomb.

The moment Chen Luo jumped out, the black hole quickly disappeared.

Chen Luo looked around the surroundings and frowned slightly.

Strange, why does the sky feel broken, full of cracks?

There is also this air, why does it feel a little smoky when you breathe in, you can't breathe well.

What is that red crescent on the horizon?

Chen Luo was shocked.

What the hell!

Split blood moon!

It's under heaven here!

and many more.

Chen Luo glanced at the death in the tomb.

If even Tiandao thought I was dead, then Mantian couldn't find me at all?

Hey?

Hey?

This wave...

Stealing home?

Chen Luo suddenly remembered a classic song in his mind——

"Tunnel warfare, hey tunnel warfare!"

"Millions of soldiers in ambush!"

Chen Luo packed up his emotions. I'll be here today, and go back and make some plans!

Tomb of the living dead, baby!

Take it back and show it to Sixth Senior Sister!

Chen Luo thought, and the entrance to the tombstone appeared again, Chen Luo jumped and jumped in.

Just at the moment when the black hole disappeared, Chen Luo vaguely heard a roar from Manyuan—

"Lang Feixian, don't run!"

...

East Cang City.

The tombstone of the tomb of the living dead appeared in the study. Chen Luo jumped out of the black hole and saw Yun Siyao's back. He was overjoyed: "Senior Sister Six, show you a great treasure... Sister, what's the matter with you?"

At this time, Chen Luo discovered that Yun Siyao's aura was weak, and there was actually a strand of snow white in his long hair like a waterfall.

That Yun Siyao heard the figure, opened his eyes, looked at Chen Luo, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

The chessboard covering Dongcang City disappeared.

Chen Luo nervously stepped forward: "Senior sister, you..."

Yun Siyao looked at Chen Luo standing in front of him, stretched out his hand and touched Chen Luo's face: "You are not dead?"

"No! It's because..."

"Bastard!" Yun Siyao shouted ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and waved his hand towards Chen Luo and finally stopped at Chen Luo's face.

Chen Luo looked at Yun Siyao with a puzzled expression, Yun Siyao plunged into Chen Luo's arms, hugged Chen Luo, and finally swallowed.

"I thought you were dead!"

"You scared me to death!"

"Don't do this next time..."

At this moment, Mr. Zhulin Liu, who used to face the chess master even thirteen games without changing his face, and a half-sacred and calm and calm Mr. Zhulin, cried like a teenage girl...

...

Xiao Qi silently put away the photo talisman at the door!

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