Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

Thunder clouds were rolling outside the inn, and the frightened white tiger shrank its head and hid carefully, but it did not dare to run away rashly, lest its anger trigger thunder and cause disaster for others.

I could only curse Shen Gongbao in my heart for being such an unlucky guy. He had to go to such a weird place to bring him to such a weird place.

Inside the inn, there was silence, and everyone was in shock and could not escape.

He could only put aside his fear temporarily and looked at Li Tong, who looked calm on the stage and did not take the thunder punishment to heart at all, and continued to talk about what happened in the Demon Emperor's curtain.

Perhaps because Li Tong was so calm, he gradually infected the audience.

At such a dangerous moment, they once again fell into such an immersive dream-like world in the book.

They seemed to see many strong men arrayed in the sky, brazenly taking action and fighting hard under the sky!

Countless demon monks who had transformed into human forms but still retained some demon characteristics fought together with those strong humans.

And as Li Tong's words finished, they saw dozens of divine rainbows flying towards them, and there was a roar in their ears.

It was like there were thousands of troops galloping, and behind the dozens of divine rainbows, there were roars of wild beasts, mist rolled, and clouds covered the sky.

Barbaric beasts came in the clouds and mist, carrying a monk on their bodies.

And sitting in the center of these scaly and ferocious alien beasts left over from the ancient times was a man, holding a large flag in his arms.

The banner is so powerful that it has four characters written on it: Shaking Light Holy Land.

"The Shaking Light Holy Land acted like this, and for a time it overshadowed the ancient Ji clan. They were naturally dissatisfied, and they showed no signs of weakness and pulled out eighteen ancient chariots rolling towards them. Their murderous intent was soaring into the sky, and the oppressive sky was rumbling.

Ring and tremble!”

"After we agreed to fight for the ancient artifacts in the Demon Emperor's tomb based on our abilities, a war broke out!"

Listening to Li Tong's unabashed speech about the Demon Emperor's tomb, the faces of the monks who knew the inside story all looked a little pale.

That Great Heavenly Lord is not easy to give to others!

Even if the storyteller is fine today, they will be implicated if they are not protected.

The demons and ghosts that showed their true forms in the corners of the beams were even more trembling, and they were already suppressed by the force of the thunderous thunder, unable to lift their heads.

Li Tong really didn't pay attention to this taboo word at all, and kept talking about it as if it were a trivial matter.

The thunderclouds outside the window are getting deeper and deeper, and they have condensed to an extreme. If they go up further, there will be a qualitative change, and the thunder that falls will be even more terrifying!

At this time, these thunders seemed to be tilting down at the next moment, turning the entire inn into a sea of ​​thunder!

Countless ordinary listeners were all in extreme panic at this moment.

Someone trembled and said in a frightened voice: "Mr. Li, this...this thunder is about to fall!"

"You, what do you think we should do?"

When Li Tong heard this, he couldn't help but glance at it casually, and then showed a faint and gentle smile.

At the same time, his hand sank, and he didn't know when there was a trembling little fox in his arms. The fluffy tail was on his sleeve, and the big watery eyes were twinkling. He couldn't bear to put it away.

Rush down.

"You little thing!"

With a sound on the road, he slowly slid on the extremely smooth hair on its back like he was petting a cat.

But what he was thinking in his heart was that with the blessing of the power of the system, this Fang Inn was the safest place for him in this wild land.

Even if those great powers come, they may not be able to wipe it out, let alone the spontaneous thunder punishment?

Seeing that there was no trace of fear in Li Tong's eyes, instead he showed a bit of disdain, lowering his head and nonchalantly teasing the pet in his arms.

At this moment, the listeners felt inexplicable confusion and shock in their eyes!

What kind of confidence can make Li Tong not afraid of the thunder punishment that can turn ordinary cultivators into powder?

This is a symbol of God's anger. Li Tong is just a somewhat special storyteller. Why should he be unafraid? How dare he be unafraid!

All the ordinary listeners and the little demons and immortals suddenly had the same idea in their minds.

Mr. Li is truly a god!

Backstage, Er Yao, who was struggling to support himself, looked at the fox in Li Tong's arms and couldn't help but look envious.

It's just a pity that one is a jade lute and the other is a pheasant, neither of them has such natural advantages.

Even if it was given to him for free, Li Tong wouldn't even look at it.

The two sisters had no choice but to hug each other to keep each other warm.

...

Daluotian, the top of Miluo Palace, inside the imperial-level Lingxiao Palace.

The Great Heavenly Lord, who had sent out his heavenly generals, still felt upset, like a fly flying on a plate of delicacies, which was disgusting and disgusting.

To Him, in the land He rules, mentioning such taboo past events again is nothing more than a disgusting fly.

If it lingers, it must be destroyed by thunder in order to relieve the anger.

Thinking about it, he took out the Haotian Mirror and traced it back to the scene in Yangjia Village at Guanjiangkou.

Then he couldn't help but frown, and the unhappiness in his heart became more and more serious: "This person may be hiding the real artifact with a rare treasure, and he may have some cultivation skills, but how dare he be so bold!"

"He can easily bypass the restrictions of heaven and just say the taboo word. It may be that the rare treasure is magical, but now that the thunder is rolling, he has no fear!"

"It's hard for him to think that the treasure can help him once, but it can also help him two or three times?"

Then, the majestic gaze swept across the scene displayed on the mirror.

Suddenly a cold look appeared on his face, and he said calmly: "It seems that it was just a coincidence that I sent this Star God to the lower realm."

...

The Nine Netherworlds, whose depths are unknown.

Where the Yellow Spring originated, a huge wheel like a mountain slowly rotated, inside the palace below it.

After the ancient Lich War, Hou Tu, the only surviving ancestral witch who now controls the reincarnation of the world, looked at the scene reflected in the water of Huangquan Pond.

In a pair of eyes that see through the impermanence of life and death and flow with boundless charm, there is a little bit of curiosity.

Houtu, who has lived under this boundless lonely land for a long time, with only wandering souls as companions, would use the underworld to reflect reality and take a look at the interesting things in the world during his free time.

In this way, we spend endless years.

A few days ago, I accidentally crossed the Guanjiang River Estuary and stumbled upon the storyteller Li Tong. I found the stories he told somewhat interesting.

I have been listening to books for some time.

Today's scene made her slightly curious.

Such a thunder punishment, even if an earthly immortal who has been practicing for some years touches it, it will be wiped out in ashes, and even the heavenly immortals dare not touch it at will.

Even so, the little guy didn't care at all!

At the same time, she was also curious about what kind of person was buried in the Demon Emperor's tomb mentioned by Li Tong?

You know...

Memories of the past couldn't help but come to mind, Hou Tu smiled faintly and stopped thinking about them.

Randomly muttering to himself: "Death?"

"Perhaps it's better to die like this, and then I can bring your soul here and tell stories for me to relieve my boredom."

Hou Tu blinked his eyes, and there was some truth in his words.