Fantasy World Transmigration

Although the cause and effect in this world are quite different, Chen Ang is a patient hunter, knowing that this is just a slight temptation of the main god, and ignores the deep entanglement, at least until the prey has no way to retreat, and there is no hope of escaping with a broken tail. , and then struck with the momentum of thunder, cutting off all its vitality.

When he first practiced the magic weapon, it was the time when his inspiration was boundless. Before dawn, he hiked to a Tiankai Rock not far from Qixia Temple, facing east and waiting for the sunrise to collect the first ray of purple energy. When the red sun leaps and the clouds open to see the sun, the oriental purple energy is breathed out, nourishing the Tianhe mana in the dantian, so that the mana is equipped with a trace of purple energy, which can warm and nourish the primordial spirit.

The time to take Ziqi is only the moment of sunrise. For the rest of the time, Chen Ang spit out the ever-bright lamp flame, and used Tianhe's mana to pick up the real fire of the sun in the sun and melt it into the magic weapon. This real fire of the sun is one of the seven real fires in the universe, and it is also called the fire of the sky. It is refined into the ordinary fire that comes out of the wood to increase its power.

The essence of the ever-bright lamp flame is just an ordinary fire, which is not considered good. Chen Ang's collection of the real fire of the sun also has the meaning of enhancing its origin.

If you can collect the real fire of the sun in the sky, the poisonous fire of the ancient lungs under the earth's crust, and combine it with the flame of the ever-bright lamp to form the three talents, the fire in the air, the fire in the wood, and the fire in the stone. The great power is not under any magic weapon.

Of course, it is still too early to tell about this kind of hard work that took hundreds of years.

The mana of Tianhe flowed in and out like smoke and fog, covering the entire mountain. Chen Ang soon felt the spirituality in the flame of Changming Lantern was agitated.

Mochou, the scarlet snake beside the stream, was also swallowing his essence at this time, and when the mild morning light had dissipated, the rising sun became more and more violent, which was not suitable for Mochou, a snake of the genus Mochou, to shed vitality in his body. Chen Ang started down the mountain with Mo Chou and walked towards Qixia Temple.

Before entering the door, I saw a young man in a mess rushing out of the temple, pointing at his nose and cursing: "What a monster! Let the snake hurt people and poison me, you...you pay for your life!" Chen Ang saw that his face was covered with red rashes, he could not be seen as a person, and his whole body was covered in dust and muddy water. It was obvious that he had already tasted the pain of "burning body at two o'clock in the middle of the afternoon" yesterday.

Thinking about it this way, it was only natural for him to have such a big resentment.

But Chen Ang is not his old father, why should he be considerate of his suffering? Seeing him pointing at his nose with a stern look, he immediately sneered, and simply took advantage of his quarrel, captured his breath, and casually broke off a branch from a nearby bush, and used his magic power to catch him. breath shot in.

The yelling Wang Ming didn't know how to advance or retreat. Seeing that Chen Ang didn't respond, he actually wanted to take two steps forward and approach Chen Ang's face. His uncle Wang Changluo looked on coldly. He probably found someone to stop Li Ning so that he wouldn't come. Relieve Chen Ang. Where is Chen Ang willing to let his saliva splash on himself,

Grabbing one end of the branch casually, Wang Ming suddenly let out a cry of pain, and fell to the ground clutching his ankle.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I went in the wrong direction!" Chen Ang turned the branch, found a piece of cloth at random, and wrapped it around the other end twice. Wang Ming seemed to be bound and his mouth was gagged, and he could only whimper. out loud.

The onlookers were planning to teach the little Taoist priest a lesson for the face of the proprietor Wang Changluo, but seeing this scene now, how dare they? He could only watch Chen Ang walk away and get away calmly.

It wasn't until he left that someone murmured and stammered, "Demon... the way of the demon!"

A trusted old family member of Wang Changluo put the salute at his feet tremblingly, not caring about getting his wages back, so he said to Wang Changluo: "My boss, I don't dare to take this job anymore, please Please be merciful, the owner, let me live!" Without waiting for him to reply, he stumbled and went out of the mountain, Wang Changluo managed to pull himself together, and asked someone to send him wages as a salute.

After performing in front of the crowd for a long time, he used good words to comfort him, and made some gestures, and finally he calmed down the panicked hearts.

At this time, Wang Ming had already broken free from the restraint of the Magic Victory spell. He looked at the direction Chen Ang was leaving in fear, and shouted to his uncle: "The branch, that branch!" Dare to let him go up, pulled his skirt and said: "My good boy, do you still want to be defeated by the demon again? Such a demon, we can't hide from him before it's too late, you still want to send him to the door again?"

"If you don't snatch that branch back, even if you run thousands of miles away, you won't be able to escape his impeachment." Wang Ming shouted.

It's not that they are well-informed, but that this spell is really famous. From the royal witchcraft, to the common people beating villains, all have the shadow of this spell. It can be called the most well-known and popular spell in ancient and modern times. Dharma is also the representative spell of mages, Taoists, and even witches. Not only does it have a long history in the Central Plains, but it also has its shadow in Western magic and African voodoo.

It is really the number one spell in the world, widely and diversely.

Uncle Wang Ming scolded: "He can capture your soul with just a single slap. If you pass by now, who knows what kind of vicious spells he has. Let me invite you, Zhou Yang, and your uncle Li." Together, ask that person for a good fate, and dispel that spell!"

That young man Wang Ming just punished his anger for a while, but now that he came to his senses, he was too frightened, so he followed his uncle's lead.

Not long after, Li Ning reluctantly took Wang Ming and knocked on the door of Chen Ang's wing room. At this time, the rash on Wang Ming's face had healed up and he was able to see people, but this also meant that the next "burning fire" Suffering' is coming, he suddenly looked around, looked around, and suddenly called out in surprise: "Uncle Li, look at the sky!"

Li Ning looked up at the sky, and sure enough, he saw a white crane with demoiselle feathers circling in the sky. The crane sang loudly and landed behind the main hall.

Standing behind the main hall, Chen Ang, the big red snake perched on the eaves of the well, hissing at the sky, and on the eaves stood a huge crane, with a bright red head, snow-white body, not a single hair, golden Eye-eyed iron beak, and two claws like copper hooks, which are half a foot high, are plucking and combing feathers there.

In just a short while, Li Ning has arrived with Wang Ming.

Wang Ming was overjoyed to see the white crane on the eaves, raised his hand and took the sleeve arrow that Li Ning had given him for self-defense, and shot at the white crane. But these actions had already enraged the feathered crane. It swooped down in the air, and with its two claws like copper hooks, it slashed at Li Ning's head.

(To be continued.)