Our Hometown

Chapter 64—Yanmen Pass

Yun Lang's heart was suddenly clear, the puzzle was just solved, and the monk came, what a coincidence!

Took a clean porcelain cup, filled with tea with a slightly sheepish flavor, and placed it in the empty seat.

The monk of Kongwu walked slowly, but he walked at a slow pace. Yunlang had just poured tea, and he had already entered the tea shed.

"Sitting north and facing south, the tea soup is full! Good! Good!" Monk Kong Wu said with a kind smile on his face.

After he was seated, the monk Kong Wu only bowed his hands together and saw Yun Lang, Li Changfeng and Bai Ming one by one.

"Several donors, we met again." Kong Wu said.

Yun Lang glanced at the monk Wukong, as the saying goes, these two old guys have been waiting here long ago, what a coincidence? Clearly agreed upon.

"Master, what a coincidence! Haha." Yun Lang made a haha ​​and said intentionally.

He was a little depressed in his heart, but he was also considered to be the lead brother of Li Changfeng and Bai Ming. As a result, these two guys were secretly doing things, but he didn't even know.

Kongwu monk was calm and calm, much like saying: "Yeah, see you again! Donor, should you have seen your majesty now? Has the poor monk said that there is already an answer?"

"I don't know much about it!" Yun Lang nodded.

Those things are just his feelings. If he had to tell him out, Yun Lang wouldn't be able to say why.

Is pure and complete is something that can only be understood and unspeakable.

The smile of Kongwu monk Hexu made his eyes pile into a thin slit, and he still smiled and said with full smile: "It's just a half-knowledge, right!"

The erratic eyes looked at the monk Wukong. He taught his disciples to be good at letting the disciples use their own hands to draw conclusions, but when he faced such a similar approach to him, his heart was very awkward and said Half of it makes people guess, and it is the most annoying.

"Master, you don't want to say anything to me again?" Yun Lang asked.

His current feelings, Yun Lang clearly is true and correct, but in the face of monk Wukong, he wants to verify it again.

Kongwu folded his hands together, his expression was solemn, and said, "I don't want to!"

This simple and direct answer made Yun Lang stunned for a moment, and was a little surprised.

Bai Ming said: "Brother Yun, the way to take Li lies with you!"

This point is naturally clear, he just wanted to make sure, to see if there is anything more clear.

In this person's life, if the direction is not correct, walking down a detour will waste people, and accidentally it will become a pile of loess.

"Okay, then so! Enter the city." Yun Lang exhaled and said.

Yun Lang's encounter with these things here is much more troublesome than when he was a Yongan Hou in Han Dynasty. This seems not to be a thing that can be done purely by playing with the brain.

Yun Lang feels that he is like a treasure hunter or a puzzle solver now.

The object of exploration is the secret buried behind him.

Some **** sticks of the Han once said that Yun Lang was a ray of soul floating in the Han. At this point, Yun Lang believed that he also knew that this was the truth.

Although he is a big living person, he is indeed a floating soul.

He is not a ghost, but wandering in the world, but like a ghost.

Yun Lang is now looking for his source, and if he can't find it, he may become a soul forever.

Is immortal and free in the world.

Bai Ming shook his head slowly, his face full of folds and gray hair, facing the direction of the sunset, muttered, "We will wait!"

"Is there anyone else?" Yun Lang surprised.

Yun Lang, the unnamed big brother, was blindfolded in the drum.

Can't see at all, these old guys are doing something.

The sunset was gradually engulfed by the Gobi, and the afterglow spread all over.

As if the door to **** opened, the monster of Nine Nether was about to move.

Wolf riding like a rolling sandstorm, suddenly appeared in the sky.

Behind them, it was a real black sand storm, wrapped with the power of ruinous destruction, and came to the Yanmen Pass.

Merchants and people outside the city ran into the city in panic. On the northwest side, sandstorms were the most terrible thing.

And the black sand storm is the most terrible thing among the terrible things!

It is also a symbol of Zhen Wuzong's dispatch now, but where there are black sandstorms there are disciples of Zhen Wuzong.

The combination of Zhenwuzong and black sandstorms is a death legend in the northwest. Wherever there are black sandstorms, people can run as far as they can.

In this northwestern place, it is not known how many cities were looted by black sand storms.

Used to be the patron saint of the Northwest Territories, but now it has become the **** of death in the human population.

During these hundred years, what happened to the Emperor Wuzong, Yun Lang is unknown, and it may be like a person, from a good person to a bad person.

"It seems that we are coming for a decisive battle outside the city?" Yun Lang walked out of the tea shed, gazing at the black sand storm and the murderous wolf rider.

The black clouds filled, and the black sand rolled, covering the northwestern half of Xuantian.

The half-height jackal was put on a saddle, exposing sharp fangs, running vigorously, and under the four hoofs, sand and stones were flying.

'S backs are real Wuzong warriors wrapped in black cloaks, with invisible appearance, powerful and true qi haunting their side.

The black sand storm with the power of ruining the earth and ruined it, and it was in front of me.

Old man Bai Ming seemed to intend to enlarge his move this time. His eyes closed slightly, pinching the truth and slowly floating.

At his feet, the dark mist seemed to emerge from the Nine Netherlands, exuding a strong cold, wrapped in Bai Ming, and also permeating this large piece of land around him, like a wall, blocking In front of the black sand storm.

The black sand storm faced the black mist, but Yun Lang looked interesting. The sense of urgency before the war, I don't know when it was gone on him.

Having played the power of half a lifetime, struggling and fighting in the dark, and now facing this real sword and real gun, Yun Lang's heart is actually open.

The boy was born to be an envious warrior.

Li Changfeng is a typical knight.

If he lived in that era of technology, he would definitely become the idol of countless people. Of course, here he is also the dream of many girls.

The torrential river rolled up at Yun Lang's feet, dragging Yun Lang's body straight into the cloud.

The battle erupted between breaths, no one called, nor shouted, the opening was battle.

No one agreed, but both of them knew their enemy was the other party.

This can be regarded as a tacit agreement between the enemies. Anyway, the enemy has already determined that it will be done.

Black sand storms are like a weird magnetic field that expands at the moment when short soldiers meet.

Yun Lang didn't realize what was happening, he was already in a black sandstorm, and Bai Ming and Li Changfeng who had been around him were gone.

Looking around, only the black sand violently tumbling to connect the world and the earth.

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The samsara river guards Yunlang's body, resisting black sand storms, and also guarding Yunlang's safety.

"Reincarnation river, calm it down, blow my eyes," Yun Lang murmured.

This black sand storm is so powerful that it makes some scalp tingling. If such a black sand storm is placed in other places, human beings will never survive.

However, in this dragon and martial earth, he is just a means of human attack.

In today's cloud eyes, the people here are still gods!

Yunlang muttered to himself, for the reincarnation river, that was the order.

So the reincarnation river raged, and the turbulent waves rose up, forming a huge water curtain. Slowly, the water curtain also began to rotate.

The outer periphery is a black sand storm covering the sky, the water whirlwind in the middle, no! To be precise, this is a tornado rising over the Gobi Desert.

The confrontation between the black sandstorm and the tornado is simply a spectacle.

Yunlang was also unthinkable. In his lifetime, he could still see such a scene.

The tornado above the ocean and the black sand storm that should have occurred on the Gobi Desert were fought.

The appearance of Mr. Gui is abruptly like ghosts and ghosts. Yun Lang just blinked, and he came to his eyes.

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