Chapter 15 Shushan, Crisis

Volume 1 Tiangou Cliff

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Crisis, after all, is in the future. And the first time he went down the mountain, he was a great success, which naturally made him quite complaence. Soon, Zhong Yuan straightened his mood, flew down and jumped forward.

After falling, Zhong Yuan casually urged Taiyīn thorns and wiped out the remains of the two barbarians. After that, he collected the trophies.

What interested Zhong Yuan most was, of course, it was the blood-red Xiaofan that almost made him lose his mind and took away his soul. Therefore, he was the first to take the small flag.

This small flag, but it is a little high, and there are four ancient words on the flagpole: "Hold Shura!" At that time, Zhong Yuan understood that the name of this treasure was Huaxue Shura Fan.

Zhong Yuan tasted these four words and suddenly came up with an idea. Does this blood-blooded Shura flag have to do with the blood-blooded skill?

When his mind moved, Zhong Yuan immediately took action and instilled the remaining blood-like true qi in his body into the blood-transforming Shura flag. Along the way, it was unimpeded, and the brand of the original owner did not have any effect at all. With the support of this seed-blooded true qi, the skeletons and beautiful nv on the surface of the blood-blooded Shura flag seemed to be more clear, as if they were about to walk down from above.

Zhong Yuan clenched the small flag in his right hand and suddenly shook it. "Wow--" A sharp but not harsh sound sounded, turning into an almost substantial bō pattern, spreading in all directions. In an instant, within a few feet of the radius, a large and small, different-shaped photosphere suddenly appeared, which was taken in by the blood-blooded Shura flag. Inside, there is a faint wailing.

At this time, Zhong Yuan is not the rookie who has just entered Xianmén, but he knows that these photospheres are the souls of some small animals around him.

With a shake, ingest the soul of ten directions!

In this regard, Zhong Yuan couldn't help sighing at the hegemonic power of the blood Shura Fan.

"Although Xin Chenzi's apprentice covered much farther than me, he didn't seem to have such a domineering power! I don't know if it's because he can't turn blood into Shura? If so, I picked it up a big bargain this time!"

Zhong Yuan is clear that unless he has strong luck and encounters those ancient treasures and immortal treasures, the strength of the magic weapon will depend on his own years of sacrifice and polishing. When you first step into the practice, there is a magic weapon that suits you, which is also an opportunity that can be encountered but not sought.

"The opportunity is really to go down the mountain to meet it! If you have been on the mountain, how can it be today?

Zhong Yuan did not delay much time. After testing the power, he put the blood-blooded Shurafan into his leopard skin bag. Then, he quickly took the three blood needles and turquoise light bulbs and put them into his bag. Finally, he picked up the man's skin and checked what was inside.

This skin bag was obviously sacrificed by the master for a long time. Zhong Yuan did not open it all of a sudden. At that time, he did not hesitate to infuse his blood and found that the forbidden power was very powerful, and it was impossible to open his remaining power.

At the moment, Zhong Yuan did not hesitate at all. He moved his mind, stabbed his hand too yīn, and stuck it on the skin bag. The black smoke was like water, and he invaded the prohibition above. In a moment, the brand of the original owner was wiped out.

Zhong Yuan opened it and found that 90% of the bottles inside were small yù bottles three inches high, with a full of 97 bottles. He glanced at the label pasted on the outside of the bottle, Zhuha, blue phosphorus snake, golden-winged mantis, ..., Wuè plum, oleander, Yu Meiren, ..., earth lung poison, black frost poison, yīn fire poison, ...

In these ninety-seven bottles, all of them are highly poisonous. There are only three of them, and you can make up all the poisons.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuan couldn't help but secretly congratulate himself. Fortunately, he didn't have a close battle. Otherwise, even if a bottle of poison gas is released, he is afraid that he will be finished.

In addition to the

yù bottle, there are some gold and silver soft and a silk book. There are eight big words on the cover of the silk book: "Baidu Zhenjing, Li Jiuxiao's record!"

Obviously, this is the secret book copied by Li Jiuxiao. At that moment, Zhong Yuan couldn't wait to open it and found that there were three complete refining methods of magic weapons recorded in it. The first page is the five poisonous smoke cloud miasma; the second page is the blue blood needle; the third page is the hundred poison cold light barrier.

After reading the above description, Zhong Yuan understood that the green light ball and blood needle he collected were the five poisonous smoke cloud miasma and the blue blood needle. It seems that Li Jiuxiao collected so many kinds of poisonous saliva, poisonous weeds and poisonous gases just to refine this last kind - the poisonous cold light barrier! This is indeed a powerful magic weapon!"

Zhong Yuan sighed, and suddenly, he realized that something was wrong. Baidu cold light barrier, why do I seem to have heard of it somewhere? It shouldn't be. I just entered Xianmén!"

Suddenly, Zhong Yuan thought of his previous life, "Baidu cold light barrier, Baidu Zhenjing, Baiman Mountain, Xin Chenzi, aren't these all treasures, Fa mén, and people in Shu Mountain?" Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the teacher he worshipped, the master, "Redwood Ridge, Tiangou Cliff, is not the Taoist field of the red-haired ancestor, Hong Changbao, isn't it the apprentice of the red-haired ancestor? Oh, my God, I'm a man, and the world I came to is actually Shushan?

Zhong Yuan was shocked!

Red-haired ancestor, this is not a good backer! Zhong Yuan's many memories of Shushan are very profound. The red-haired ancestor himself has let the emei junior's disgraced face. The apprentice is dead and betrayed. He, his disciple, will definitely be be beheaded by others as a little devil!

"Oh, my God! I have just passed the addiction of chivalry and killing demons. Why is it going to fall in a blink of an eye? Should I defect now? I know a lot of places with excellent secrets and magic weapons? Although my ability is too poor now, I have a lot of places to touch, and I can finally bump into some luck!"

Zhong Yuan began to think about the good, but after all, he is a person with reason. He understands that if he just wants to try his luck, I'm afraid that hope is really slim. In addition, his parents are still there, and they defected like this. If they are found out, they will definitely be involved, so it is absolutely not advisable to do so.

He was about to think about what else he could borrow in his memory. Suddenly, he patted his brain and said to himself, "Why do I think about beautiful things? Now, there is a big disaster coming! Xin Chenzi, that's definitely a cruel master! He and his master Hong Changbao, his uncle Yao Kaijiang and Lei Zhizi seem to be best friends. What can I do?