Bright Era

The tall, fat, charitable and kindly bald old man had half his head shattered by a mace, and blood was spilled all over the ground. His body trembled violently, and he looked back at Lin Luan with difficulty: "How do you approach the deity? Yes, your breath, your breath!"

Lin Luan quite frankly took out the "Mitian Diaopei" covered by clothes: "Here, do you know this baby? The Mitian Diaopei was unearthed from an ancient ruins in the Fairyland 27,000 years ago. Five thousand years ago, those goblin lunatics cracked the manufacturing method, because too many materials are needed and the manufacturing process is too troublesome. Every piece of birth can cause a **** storm!"

The bald-headed old man was stunned, and he wore this kind of heaven-defying magic item, as long as he was a demigod with a strong enough power behind him to know its name. But knowing that Gui knows whether to have a fascinating pendant, it really depends on luck. After all, refining this thing requires a lot of special materials for forging artifacts, and it is not easy for ordinary people to get it together.

Putting the Mitian Hang Pei back to the collar, Lin Luan took up the three-meter-long mace with the thickness of a water tank on the hammer head, and slammed the bald old man's face with a stick, slamming his head. Smashed into the sky full of meat sauce sprayed. Lin Luan whispered and cursed: "What a hard head, this little thief is walking on the path of your Heavenly Temple's upper courtyard. The jade bones and ice muscles are not bad for the protection of the divine body, right? He didn't die after being hit by me. !"

'Qua Ga' laughed, Lin Luan hit the bald old man’s chest with a mace again, smashing half of his body to pieces, leaving two thighs flying towards the corners of his eyes, the master Miao Wen and the spurting blood. The little bald old man.

Miaowen's body shook, and his eyes went dark and he almost fainted on the ground. A heart-piercing cry came from Miao Wen’s mouth: "Tai Shi Zu, Tai Shi Zu... O God, God, how can I explain it to Master and Shi Zu!"

The short, bald old man hugged the two fat thighs crying and crying, tears gurgling down: "Junior Brother, Junior Brother, why are you insisting on going out this time? Oh, what do you tell me? Tell the master to his elders? Master Hero I, only you are an only child, how do you tell me to confess to the master?

Lin Shan stood aside and smiled. He smiled and cursed at Lin Luan irresponsibly: "You have cut off your children and grandchildren!"

Lin Luan glared at Lin Shan: "Did we do less of this kind of thing? Brother, it seems that you do this kind of thing the most? Seven hundred years ago, a little guy in our clan was chased and killed. You jumped out and killed all the nine peoples, and you also used the fixed star chart to trace your bloodlines, killing all the illegitimate children of the family, right?"

Lin Shan grabbed his forehead vigorously, and mumbled vaguely: "Is there such a thing? It seems... be careful!"

Lin Shan suddenly widened his eyes and roared. The big axe in his hand had become a palm-sized small hand axe, and he threw it towards Lin Luan with a stern sound. Lin Luan fluttered forward without saying a word, and a small hand axe flew over his scalp, cutting a large piece of hair on his head with a thin layer of scalp clean, and a black axe flashed across. , Lin Luan was so scared that cold sweat sprayed from his vest.

A bald old man with a height of about three meters, skinny like a bamboo pole, white skin like jade, and a faint jade glow, appeared behind Lin Luan like a ghost, holding a six-foot-long ring knife that was thin as a cicada's wings. , Slashed Lin Luan's neck silently. It was Lin Shan's reminder that made Lin Luan rush forward, and the small hand axe whizzed forward and slammed heavily on the almost transparent blade of the ring.

There was a loud bang and the skinny old man shook his body. He never dreamed that such a small axe would be so heavy, and the power contained in it was better like nine dragons wrestling while twisting and struggling, shocked by the huge power The skinny old man trembled and staggered back dozens of steps.

The skinny old man shouted sharply: "A lot of strength, ha, dare to ask yes..."

Standing next to Lin Qi, Bilibili raised his right hand sneakily. The imprint of the **** of storm came from the dwarf’s small crossbow. A silent bullet, a special alloy crossbow with a finger no longer than the thickness of a toothpick. An extremely sharp whistling sound tore the air, and shot at the skinny old man's neck like lightning.

Lin Shan's small hand axe was skewed by the long knife, and it hovered with a violent whistling sound. After flying for nearly a kilometer, it turned into a huge two-handed battle axe and slashed down, slashing straight to the skinny. The top of the old man's head. The sound of the tomahawk breaking through the air overwhelmed the small crossbow bolt that could be ignored, and the small crossbow bolt with extremely terrifying penetrating power accurately shot the skinny old man's neck.

With a ‘pouch’, the bright light of the skinny old man’s body was pierced through a small hole in the thickness of the toothpick, and the crossbow arrow emitted a puff of blue smoke, and most of the crossbow arrow was instantly melted by the light. Only the long and short crossbow arrow of the last matchstick hit the skinny old man's neck, leaving an insignificant trace of scratches on his skin.

Bilibili screamed in horror: "What a hard skin! But, great, terrifying, despicable and shameless master, is he dead?"

Lin Qi looked at the skinny old man with gloomy eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Old Ancestor Lin Luan, try to kill him, don't give him a chance to force poison. On the crossbow, I have been quenched by the ancient poison. During tea time, even a demigod will turn into pus and blood!"

With his scalp bare, Lin Luan, who finally got up in embarrassment, gave a grinning smile, raised his mace, and rushed towards the thin old man: "The little thief is bald, and knocking someone behind is your favorite activity. Dare to plot against Lao Tzu? Strange, how did you approach me?"

The huge mace brought a black vicious wind, accompanied by the terrible sound of breaking through the air, swept over the thin old man. The skinny old man raised the long knife in his hand, and slashed it fiercely at the heavy axe that fell on his head. He heard a stern cry, the heavy axe was bounced off, and the long knife in the old man's hand shot out. With a ray of sparks, everyone with sharp-eyed eyes saw a gap the size of a millet grain on his knife edge.

The skinny old man roared with heartache. This long knife is also a semi-sacred weapon and has been following him for nearly a thousand years. But compared with Lin Shan's heavy axe, in terms of size, weight, and even the most deadly quality, this long knife is not the opponent of the heavy axe. Being hit twice in a row, the long blade is missing, for a semi-artifact, this is almost a devastating blow!

The artifact is like a living person. Provide it with energy and materials, it can absorb and recover itself, but the semi-sacred artifact has no such function. This semi-artifact long knife was hit hard today, and its rank in the future is hard to say.

But before the skinny old man was heartache, Lin Luan's mace smashed over again, and the old man sighed and raised his long knife to greet the mace. There was a groan, and a gap the size of a grain of rice appeared on the long knife again. The skinny old man shook his head helplessly, and while retreating abruptly, he yelled at the short bald old man: "Knowledge, I have been killed. If you don't bring the murderer's head back, how can you be your master? Explain before you?"

The short, shriveled, bald old man gave a cold sigh, and without a word, he drew out a string of fist-sized black rosary beads, and rushed towards Lin Luan with the afterimage: " Weilong, don’t worry about me. The kid said you were poisoned. Let’s see if it’s true."

The skinny old man Weilong smiled indifferently. He shook his head disapprovingly and said: "How is it possible? What kind of poison can..."

Before he finished his words, Weilong’s neck had turned into a magnificent azure blue, and the azure blue of the water wave was still spreading rapidly to his head and chest. Everyone saw wisps of azure blue light rushing towards him. His body spread everywhere, wherever he passed, his skin muscles turned into clear water, dripping down his body like rain.

Lin Qi sneered. How could it be useless that the sweet-scented osmanthus tree used a lot of rare materials to prepare the Taikoo poison? Weilong and Mingzhi are both top figures who are at the peak of the demigod and have taken a step towards the unpredictable wonderland. However, no matter how powerful they are, unless they are not injured or have a symptomatic antidote, they will both bear it. No way this terrible ancient poison.

Holding a string of beads, the wisdom who was pouring toward here yelled in horror: "Weilong, your body!"

Weilong looked at Mingzhi in surprise: "My body? Is there something wrong?"

Everyone else saw the changes in Weilong's body, and even his neck had melted a little bit, and Bai Sensen's bones had been exposed, but he himself didn't know it, even his chest had begun to melt.

In the loud roar of the knowledge, Weilong hurriedly looked down at his body. He was frightened and threw the long knife out, hurriedly took out a thumb-sized golden pill with a light sandalwood fragrance and was about to stuff it. Into the mouth. But before the pill was in his mouth, Lin Luan's mace had arrived. The turbulent Weilong couldn't resist, and the mace brought a devastating black wind, smashing half of his body into fly ash.

The golden pill fell, Lin Luan snatched the pill in his hand, and then shouted in surprise: "A Tianlong Pill, ha, brother, this is a life! This bald net worth is very good! "

One kick flew and smashed Weilong's head, Lin Luan snatched the space ring on Weilong's left hand, and then turned and looked at Mingshi with a smile.

"Now, my eldest brother and I beat you. The other little guys don't count. Only the three of us are the ones who really took the step here. Right? Do you think you can survive? Or? Will I be beaten to death?"

Consciousness was stunned. He held a huge string of beads and said nothing for a long time.

Asura, who had just been hit hard by the sneak attack, was floating in the tens of thousands of miles of blue waves, suddenly laughed, almost hysterical.

"You idiots, you are all going to die! Although, I am dying too, but I can take you to die together, I am so happy, I am so happy, I am really happy to die!"

Along with Asura's weird laughter, a large amount of weird blood spurted out of countless dead and injured people in Anmin City. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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