Burning Ashes

The house is dirtier than the outside and the table is covered with dust. What surprised Chucheng was that the handcraft of the chair was good. He flicked his sleeves and sat up.

"Don't be busy, just talk." Chu Cheng didn't dare to drink the water here, and motioned the old man to sit down and tell him about the evil god.

This home should be a little money in the village. There are windows on the wall, but the glass is still unavailable, that is, two wooden boards.

Early morning sunlight came in from the window and was a little cold.

"When did the thing start? You said slowly." Chu Cheng took a little bone meal and sprinkled it on the table. The rough desktop burned a green flame, and in an instant, the greasy desktop was as clean as new.

Chucheng took another carapace of the underworld spider and put it on the table, and the soul silk plunged into it and began to transform.

The few remaining materials have also been purified, and the attributes have not been reduced, nor can they be used to create undead equipment. Chu Cheng intends to re-finish the dagger with a nameless scabbard, as long as he has the attribute of jumping the sword, a temporary transition. Sword jumping can be used as a pre-movement of skills, and is quite practical.

"Half a year ago ..." The old man's eyes returned to bewilderment, and there might be a little myopia. He couldn't see exactly what the city was doing. He only knew that Master Master was busy and still listening to him.

Chucheng listened to him while refining the scabbard, and his thoughts flew to the distant mainland of China.

I do n’t know how Luo Yan is doing now. Qingcheng has a clear reward and punishment, should it be very good?

Unfortunately, the inner armor of his space was gone. Thinking of this place, Chucheng was a little depressed.

Good equipment, paired with Luo Yan, was destroyed by Tears of Dawn and could never be recovered. The power of gods is always so domineering.

Qingcheng Mountain……

Different from the earth, the Qingcheng Mountain of Shenzhou is completely conceived according to myth, and the top is not in the sky.

The brick-red wall is simple and heavy, covered with green moss, as if standing here hundreds of millions of years ago. Beneath the city wall is the Wancheng cliff, and the birds mourn.

Luo Yan was holding a long sword, a bi-colored dress flying, flying high, stab in the sky.

This thorny and overbearing, there is a faint sound in the sword wind.

On the city wall, a young priest in his twenties held a black ancient sword in his hand, just a horizontal line. The sound of Lei Yin on Luo Yanjian suddenly dissipated, and the blade edge slid weakly to the side.

Luo Yan fell to the ground, a staggering, young Taoist backed politely, did not help.

"Shimei's swordsmanship has improved again." The young Taoist put away the black sword and stood upright.

"Still can't break your Chicheng sword." Luo Yan didn't put failure in her heart. She felt powerless in less than two seconds. If it was a real life-and-death fight, she was over. She shook the long sword, and the sound on the sword burst again.

"Okay, let's get here today." The young Taoist quickly backed away.

"It's really boring." Luo Yan pouted, and also put away his sword, and turned to the wall, facing the abyss, listening to the wind below, ears a little fascinated.

"Thinking about Chu City?" The young Taoist came and stood shoulder to shoulder with Luo Yan.

"Yeah, I don't know what happened to him." Luo Yan leaned forward against the wall, leaning forward, and the whine below hurried.

"Xiaobai is bullying Xiaohui again." The young Taoist smiled and said.

"Brother, do you say the Necromancer has a future?" Luo Yan asked the Taoist.

"How do I know? Ask Master to go about this."

"Master should be angry again." Luo Yan looked unhappy.

"Your uncle came yesterday."

"Which?" Luo Yan frowned. She looked frowned, much like Chucheng.

"The one that hates the most, Master said that you retreat and practiced it and pushed it away." The young Taoist said.

"I didn't make a contribution before, and they were not so enthusiastic." Luo Yan couldn't tell the trouble, but there was nothing he could do. Fortunately, Master blocked people, otherwise she would be unhappy for several days.

"It's not a problem for you to hide like this, can't you always stay offline?"

"I am applying for a trial, it should be approved above."

"Then shall I go too?"

"Come on, go with your little sister."

"Hey, just wait for you." The young Taoist finished and ran away.

Smoked Luo's straight shot against the city wall, and the hands clapped hurt.

Anger is a manifestation of incompetence. She suddenly remembered this motto, turned around slowly, and sat down against the low wall. Being from a big family does have advantages that no one else has. It has been the best education since childhood, the safest genetic medicine, and the best teachers to cultivate. However, there must be a price to pay, such as family responsibilities.

Qingcheng Mountain is indeed anyone who can come to apprentice. However, if you want to enter the core heritage, you need to enter the Qingyang Palace without screening. At least you must be like your own family.

Qingcheng is a national project, and countless funds are spent on scientific research. Many large families on the planet have contributed money, measured in tens of billions.

To gain a foothold in Gaia, you have to understand the rules of this world.

The purpose of the family to send themselves in is nothing more than to give back to the family after learning. Can you resist?

Trial is just to temporarily leave the line of sight of the family and cannot change the outcome.

She couldn't envy Chu Cheng because she knew how the bottom people lived. Want to stand out, pay much more than yourself.

Besides, is Chucheng free?

Under the cliff, a white shadow rushed up with a strong wind, but it was a snow-white crane, much higher than Luo Yan. It hovered a bit in the height before falling to Luo Yan, lowering his head and rubbing her with a white neck.

Luo Yan hugged the white crane, some perfunctory taste.

Baihe pecked at her skirt and pulled back.

Luo Yan smiled and said, "Want to take me to that place?"

The white crane made a clear cry, Luo Yan jumped up and jumped on its back. The white crane spread its huge wings and ran a few steps forward. The volley flew up and dived under the cliff.

Luo Yanqiang endured his emotion of calling out loud, fearing that it would be heard, and he wouldn't play it in the future.

Compared with the earth world, this is the real fairyland.

Of course, there are places that are more like ghosts.

Chucheng has put down his work and listened carefully to the description of the old man. Half a year ago, the village's road to the outside world broke down, a cable bridge hundreds of meters long.

"You mean, a strange fish appeared in the river and overturned the boat repairing the bridge?"

"Not a strange fish, but a demon!" The old man was suddenly excited, and bloodshot eyes were both on his eyes.

"Don't you say, is there an evil spirit?" Chu Cheng took the refined scabbard in his hand, and the degree of completion was not bad. It's just a pity that the ashes suit has turned into a ghost night walk suit, the booties are destroyed, and now Huang Quan can't fit the short sword. Anyway, there was still an equipment slot on the belt, and Chu Cheng hung up the newly refined scabbard, and took the short sword from the bracelet to the unknown sheath.

Seemed to be influenced by the calm of Chucheng, the old man's straight body ricketed again,

"The only boat in the village sank, and the nightmare started."

Chucheng listened intermittently for more than ten minutes before interrupting him: "So, the evil spirit blocked your village for five months before starting to do it?"

"Yes."

"Your son, came back exactly half a year ago, right?"

"Master Master!" The old man stood up suddenly, wondering.

"It's not Evil God, it's something that came out of the Underworld, I didn't expect to run so far." Chu Cheng stood up and looked at the window, the sunlight was more intense, the old man turned back, saw the position of the window, stood personal.

Chu Cheng stepped across the table in one step, reached out to hold the paralyzed old man, and laid him on the bench.

In the golden light and shadow, the old man's body stood there, looking straight at Chucheng.

Chucheng was full of joy, and finally saw the undead!

He took the cane and the ashes, turned around and walked out of the room, saw the zombie turned around, and stared at himself.

"Don't be afraid, be good soon, try to be as quiet as possible." Chu Cheng whispered to the zombie. The zombie's puffy face was confused.

Chucheng himself was stunned, he didn't know what skills to attack.

The ashes on the ashes ring will definitely not work, now that is a fourth-order skill, this first-order zombie, the brand is still not exploding after the branding? Not to mention the fourth-order skills, your own eclipse ball, flesh and blood eye, and even a giant bone shield to hit, this zombie will almost break up ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Chucheng and the zombie have big eyes, Chu Cheng felt that this was not an option. He simply took a step forward and slammed his sword down.

The zombie was slow in movement and suddenly hit in the head. Chucheng heard the sound of the watermelon being knocked out.

The old man woke up from fainting and saw his son ’s head exploded out of the window, purple and white mucus spewed out and shot him in the face.

Wait for the zombie to fall, a figure emerged from the back of the zombie, wrapped in sword light, and threw himself into Chucheng's arms.

If this sword is hit, any life value is meaningless, and the heart is lethal.

boom!

The snow-white giant bone shield appeared without warning, blocking the fatal blow.

The assassin's hands were sore, his body slightly stiff, the giant bone shield disappeared, and the sharp sword tip rested on his throat.

Chucheng scepter slowly pressed down, forcing the assassin to kneel following his movements. He looked at the ghost mask on the assassin's face and said: "Meet again, Longcheng Xiuwen."

"How do you ... recognize me?" Longcheng Xiuwen's hand was holding the ground, and while talking to confuse Chu Cheng, he prepared the javelin in his sleeve.

Chu Cheng smiled, bent down, and sniffed his nose gently: "The smell of soul is like someone can tell the origin and brand of coffee."

Dragon City Hidenori was creepy, his hands froze.

Four eclipse **** appeared quietly, clinging to the body of Longcheng Xiuwen, one on each side in different directions. Chucheng then withdrew the sword and said to Longcheng Xiuwen: "If you are in trouble, don't blame me if you die."

Longcheng Xiuwen looked at Chucheng. This young man made him feel very strange.

"Your team is controlled by someone." Chu Cheng went straight to the theme, and the heart of Xiuwen in Longcheng suddenly relaxed. Not an opponent, just give up resistance ...