New White Snake Asking Immortals

"Hurry up if you have nothing to do, you don't have much time on Earth."

After Bai Yujun finished speaking, she rose slowly again, continuing the unfinished dragon language secret technique. As I said just now, time on Earth is really running out.

It may take a long time to come back next time.

Zhenbei shook his head with a wry smile.

In this life, there is really nothing to do.

Say you are poor and still have food to eat, say you are not poor, but you are always running around and working hard in exchange for living.

I can't get rich and I can't starve to death. I have worn clothes for a long time and worn out soles. Every time I pass by a high-end restaurant, I think I must go in to eat when I have money. I never dare to step into a brand store. A boxed lunch that I know may not be good but I have to eat.

Drink tap water secretly when no one is looking.

I like to play games at night, because in the game, no one knows or cares who you are, whether you are shabby, there is not so much bad things between players, and the world in the game is often more comfortable than reality.

Passing by a lottery station, I would go in and buy two, knowing in my heart that I would not win the jackpot.

In fact, most of the time it is to buy an idea to continue to live, and use the possibility of winning the big prize next time to change your life to anesthetize yourself and continue to live.

Live hard just because there is such a pitiful hope, otherwise what can I do.

There are too many poor people who can’t straighten their backs. When talking on the phone with their hometown, they talk about spending money. If they have money, who would talk about depressing topics? What I think of is not the so-called personal cultivation, but money.

Zhenbei has been running around for money for so many years, so he really doesn't have much to miss.

Experience more disappointment.

For leaving, I felt a little relieved in my heart.

It's just that I don't know what Bailong means by saying that it will take some time...

Touch Maoya's head, too lazy to think too much.

Just go, go out and see.

There are only too many memories left in this place. It has been hundreds of years, and I desperately remember it and can't bear to let it go. Since Bailong said that she has a way, then believe her. I have a feeling in the dark.

I feel that what Shenlong said is equal to a promise.

He dug out all the pockets on his body and found a half-soaked and cold cigarette butt.

Holding the wrinkled cigarette butt between his fingers, he hesitated for a moment and shook his head. With a light flick, half of the cigarette butt fell into the snow.

Look up at the sky.

The wormhole is still hanging in the black cloud, but the ugly monster is gone.

It was gloomy and dim, the snow was blowing, and the super huge translucent white dragon hovered and danced nimbly.

Flicking the dragon's tail around the slender figure exuding waves of waves.

"It's so beautiful..."

He took a deep breath, and couldn't take his eyes off the sky at all. Several soldiers were leaning against the vehicle, their injuries were completely lacking in energy, and they even felt full of strength. At this moment, their eyes were full of dragons and gods.

Zhenbei came over and leaned against the car together, put their elbows on the hood and looked up at the sky together.

Talking to himself seems to be telling a few soldiers.

"We have come from the long river of history to today, not relying on God, but relying on our ancestors who dared to work hard step by step to overcome obstacles. Those fabricated for rights in the later period can never replace the blood and sweat of our ancestors. Otherwise, it is a betrayal. Remember, we don't believe in God, we only believe in ourselves."

The soldiers turned their heads, their eyes became more and more confident...

Zhenbei smiled and patted the shoulders of the life and death brothers.

"Remember what you saw today. Believe in our totems. The propaganda that slanders Shenlong is purposeful. You must have your own brains and not just believe what others say. After all, it is just a few characters on the Internet, and it is not worth going wholeheartedly. letter."

He paused and continued.

"It's up to you in the future, remember, believe in yourself, and don't betray your ancestors."

When talking, Zhenbei's eyes gradually glowed red.

With the advancement of the Dragon Law, Zhenbei can vaguely sense the other nine selves...

The Heavy scratched his head.

"I don't think it's decent in the movie to have red eyes."

Hearing this, the proprietress of the burrito stand pinched her waist and raised her cat ears.

"Meow~ Justice does not depend on appearance, but on what you do. Although I am a monster, I am willing to fight to defend the land under my feet. This is our common home."

The machine gunner blushed in embarrassment. He was right. Whether justice is done depends on what he did. Although the ethnic groups are different, the little cat demon belongs to his own people.

"Yes, this is our common home."

Stretching out their hands, the other three soldiers also stretched out their hands and folded them together, and then they all looked at the little cat demon.

Zhenbei is very happy that they can stand together after experiencing life and death together. That sentence is true, this is our common home.

The dragon language with mysterious and difficult syllables continues.

Mysterious, desolate, distant.

Gradually, Zhenbei felt heavy and breathless, and the war-torn ancient times kept flashing before his eyes!

Memories and feelings of defeat and death flooded up in an instant.

Not once, but the memory of nine times of death in battle superimposed on the body at the same time, nine times of pain and despair!

"what……!"

Hugging his head hard and growling heart-piercingly, his eyes became more and more red!

Bai Yujun narrowed her eyes and remained unmoved, her red lips recited dragon language characters one by one. If you gain something, you will lose it. If you want to gain great power, you don't rely on impotent anger. You have to endure pain that ordinary people can't bear. Rain and snow and hail without dropping pie.

The tone of the dragon's voice was aggravated again, and the fluctuations emitted finally locked on the body of Jiushi Zhenbei.

After locking, Bai Yujun's beautiful Danfeng eyes opened, and she also ended the long spell of dragon law.

"Wake up..."

The sound flew into the distance with the wind.

A distant old capital and a modern city.

The outskirts of the old capital under the cold wind in early winter were cold and bleak. Suddenly, the clouds in the sky condensed into the image of a coiled dragon, entrenched over the wasteland of the ancient battlefield.

There are a lot of traffic jams on the highway.

Passengers got out of the car feeling uncomfortable after riding for a long time, taking pictures of the cloud vision in the sky and pointing. Suddenly, someone noticed movement in the wasteland by the roadside.

"Look! What's that?"

I saw the wild grass on the side of the road tremble suddenly, shaking up thin snow.

The ground is like thunder, the vibration frequency is getting faster and faster, and cracks in the ground are spreading.

Seeing such visions these days, except for a small number of timid people who would be afraid, almost no one is afraid, and even gathers excitedly to watch.

"Could it be the construction of the subway, or maybe someone secretly dug the mine and dug through it."

"If you want me to tell you, it is very likely that the earth dragon turned around. We used to be the capital city in ancient times."

A certain guy hastily added a sentence.

"It may also be a zombie, black stiff white hair zombie flying zombie or something."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dust and snow on the ground suddenly exploded.

An arm popped out with a bang...

The boy is stupid, he swears, it's really just a joke...

Seeing that hand supporting the ground with force, a tall figure got out of the mud and stood up. The iron armor was full of rust and scars, and there were many decayed arrows stuck in the seams of the armor. He was wearing a hat and helmet, and the armor was broken and decayed. Half-rotten, half-surviving, quite terrifying.

His eyes were glowing red, and his aura was soaring, like an ancient soldier who had suddenly been revived.

The scene was silent, and the onlookers were dumbfounded.

The terrifying figure looked back towards the direction of the city, and uttered two indistinct words with a hoarse voice.

"God... policy!"

The body is blood red and black, and the evil spirit is lingering, thin snow, wild grass, lonely back, and the road is endlessly lonely.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a desolate dragon chant in the sky.

The corpse raised its head, and was pulled into the air in an instant by the mysterious force, flying towards a certain direction against the bitter cold wind.

At the same time, the same supernatural event occurred in eight other places.