Chapter 569, Jindan Reserve, Unaffiliated Five elements

But at this moment, with a protracted battle, the deep and powerful Zhenyuan reserve, the terrible recovery efficiency and the ability to continue the war brought about by Reiki swallowing, are slowly reflected.

A foundation-building monk with one to three turns is called "lower-class foundation-building" in the advanced fairy plane. It is best not to display the true element output that exceeds three layers of your own power every time, otherwise the power output will exceed its own aura throughput and the return of the true element. For a long time of war, the reserve the true element will gradually He emptied, and finally fell into the embarrassing situation of being slaughtered by others.

A foundation-building monk with three to six turns is much better. They are called "medium-level foundation-building" on the high-level fairy plane. The upper limit of the true element output of each action reaches the five layers of its own power, and the true element output controlled at about five layers can basically ensure its own recovery speed.

And a foundation practitioner who turns six to eight turns is called "the best foundation" in the advanced fairy plane. Every time he takes action, he can play the true element output of his seven layers of power. Because the strong foundation brings them a very fast air return speed, the true element output of his seven layers is not more than their gas speed. Fast, so in theory, a good at fighting "high-class foundation" monk can destroy more than a dozen medium-level foundations and dozens of lower-level foundations in guerrilla warfare.

Of course, this is a theoretical value. There may be accidents at any time in the battle. It is not uncommon for a lower-class foundation-building monk to kill medium or even upper-level foundation-building monks by secret treasure.

And fierce people like Zhu Peng who have made great achievements are also rare in the advanced fairy plane. In other words, the advanced fairy plane is more difficult to give birth to this kind of "pervert" than the earth star for various reasons. Because they have a clear smooth way forward, they can move forward without hesitation, so they are destined not to be demanding for the perfection of the foundation, in This realm wastes too much time and experience.

However, there are still two names for the foundation-building monks who face nine turns in the senior immortal Taoist position. They are called: "perverted neuropathy" and... "Jindan Reserve".

The monks who can make nine turns in the foundation are not the old man who is old, the paranoia who has no room to move forward, is a genius who can be called a demon. The former is called a pervert psychopath, while the latter is called the "Jindan reserve", a "prepared" Taoist ancestor in the immortal world in the future, a giant for thousands of years.

(In the setting of this book, refining gas is 100 years old without disease. It is less than 200 years of life to build a foundation, and it is 400 years old. As for Jin Dan, it is usually embarrassed to claim to be a real person without living for two or three thousand years. However, the death rate of Jindan monks is relatively high, and the average life expectancy is about 1,500 years, and then most of them go through the disaster to death. There are few good people who end their lives.

In addition, there are some special methods that can greatly extend the number of life, such as the five practices, the airway is not old, the representative is the bloody Zhu Yun, who is 100 years old and has a black and childlike face. The physical training can also refine itself like a monster to greatly increase longevity. The representative character is the blood spirit Zhu Tiekai, but after the arrival of the fairy road, these methods belong to the left side of the door, not the right way.

There is also the ghost body of the true spirit blood of the Beipi Liu family. A qi refining monk who has lived for more than 100 years will die for life. As a result, after his death, he successfully stimulates his true blood and transforms into ghost cultivation. In this way, he can stay in the world for at least a hundred years. He has a two-hundred-year life in disguise, all of which is used as a foundation, and if he is in the ghost state of the ghost body, if he has another power. Breakthrough, Shouyuan will continue again, which is very abnormal.)

In a word, Zhu Peng's incomparable follow-up ability and terrible killing output have almost beat the leader of the five-person group. His large-scale magic array that manipulates a hundred miles of vein is also costly and consumes. Their family is born with the effect of stimulating treasures, which can make A magic weapon exerts the effect of a spiritual weapon, and let a spiritual weapon exert its power. It's just that this ability is easy to use, but it is not only benefits without cost.

Like him, the power loss of the true spiritual bloodline itself is not enough. He drives out the power of a medium-grade spiritual weapon, controls the power of the earth's veins a hundred miles, and even as a unified array eye, which can be supported in a short time, but after a long time, he can still hold it, but the spiritual weapon above his head gradually can't hold on. As the owner, he can clearly feel the slowly passing power of the huge jade seal above his head, and even the internal structure that slowly cracks and shatters.

This middle-quality spiritual weapon can't be supported so quickly, which is also related to Zhu Peng. If an ordinary monk faces this hundred-mile array, and then faces an opponent who is wrapped in the ground force, he simply can't beat. Even if he does not lose his will to fight and become slaughtered by others, he will at least defend more than attack or escape.

Like Zhu Peng, he always seems to be so confident. A strong sword rainbow attack has no effect. Next time, he will be wrapped in a dark purple flame and fight again. In the face of the powerful and domineering attack and defense of the commander of the five-person group, Zhu Peng certainly wandered to avoid it, but he still did not forget to attack with his sword.

It seems that he doesn't care about his seemingly ineffective attack, and then he is so persistent and multi-angle and multi-way bombardment, which brings great pressure damage to the medium-grade spiritual weapon on the five-level leader, which makes its service life like the Roosevelt index in the financial storm. It keeps falling down like a collapse.

Although there is no problem on the surface, in fact, the internal structure has already begun to crack and break. This change constantly reminds its owner that this precious Chinese spiritual weapon has the possibility of collapsing at any time.

However, although he was anxious and burned all five, the leader of the five-person group still showed a sense of stability and indifference. He suddenly took the King Kong pestle controlled by his hands and shouted before Zhu Peng searched for a gap again: "Zhu Peng." Zhu Peng didn't care at all. After rushing and stabbing several swords, he drove the sword back. He asked leisurely as he recovered, "What are you doing?"

This careless performance made the face of the leader of the five-person group green, but he was also a horn with strong self-control. In this, he put up with it, and then tried to control his tone and downs. He said slowly, "You are worthy of the top combat power of the Blood Mountain. I not only ask the two-yi swords to suppress and clamp your sword. Cultivating means, and at all costs, he set up this hundred-li array. I didn't expect that such a means would come out, but in the end, he was still dragged into the tug-of-war by you..." Speaking of this, he deliberately paused and observed Zhu Peng's appearance.

It's just that Zhu Peng's ability to control joy and anger is much better than him. No matter how he looks left and right, he can't see anything except a face that looks like facial paralysis.

Without any choice, the leader of the five-person group had to directly say his purpose of speech: "You and I have fought to this point, no one can do anything about it. Even in the later stage, I can't control this battle, and you may even kill me. However, it's only a hundred miles away from the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. You and I fight and make such a big noise. Guess how many true spiritual monks are rushing here now? If it drags to the end, I'm afraid that you and I, who are seriously injured, can't leave here... Zhu Peng, stop it. I don't want your foundation elixirs. Just give me two valuable treasures casually and don't let me lose money. This time, you and I stop, and we can make friends and meet each other in the future.

In one sentence, there is only one false in the ten true sentences. The most important thing that is reasonable is profit. If an ordinary monk is in the situation of Zhu Peng at this time, he may be really be seduced by him. It's just that Zhu Peng is different. After a slight meditation, he suddenly said, "I don't think we are Later, there is a need to meet, the spirit clan, senior Han Jinjie.

At the same time, the purple eyes in Zhu Peng's eyes rotated crazily. Because of the extremely fast speed, the three purple eyes even turned into three dark purple rings in a short period of time. Taking advantage of the moment when the words hit the opponent's mind, the third curing spell "You Deng Lu" and the fourth top curing spell of Zipo Tianjing. The "Doomsday Pupil" started at the same time, and the extreme pupil operation even made Zhu Peng's pupils feel a tearing pain.

However, the corners of Zhu Peng's mouth bloomed with a cruel happy smile because of the pain. Stepping on the King Kong sword, a strong purple night fire suddenly rose on his left hand, and waved vigorously at the black and white Zhenyuan ball on the left back side.

The next moment, a majestic purple flame stegosaurus was killed in the real ball, and two corpses that were almost burned into black scum were thrown out with the sword chanting dragon roar - the two inverse Taiji sword array can indeed suppress most of the yin and yang five-e elements of spiritual power. However, the true element cultivated by Zhu Peng is like fire but not fire, and it seems that life is not life. It is a unique true power that does not belong to the five elements of yin and yang at all. Although such a true element nature does not have the strange mystery of the five elements of yin and yang, it is not suppressed by its system. If the two meet each other, the strong will win, and the weak will die.

The roaring purple fire stegosaurus uses Zi Xiaoyan as the skin, blood and blood, and the fierce sword spirit as its horn teeth and claws. It proves to the two basing monks in front of them with a very cruel but happy tragic fact. Compared with the "Health Purple Night Secret" and "Two Yi Sword Array", who is stronger and who is weak, and who dies, who lives.

"How is it possible, how is it possible, how is it possible???" He roared so crazily in his heart, but Han Jinjie, a spirit clan, couldn't avoid the roaring purple fire and sword dragon. He couldn't avoid it. He had just been called his real name by Zhu Peng and hit his mind. Of course, this impact would not make a strong man like him lose his mind and his body get out of control. It's just an opportunity. When Zhu Peng called his real name and hit his mind, he directly turned on the "light guide" to set him for one second, and how fast can the flying sword be?

Flick your finger, in an instant, the sword light bloomed at that moment even far faster than zero and one second.

The purple fire is fierce, the sword light is surging, and the demon dragon roars. The beauty of blooming at this moment blooms the life of a foundation monk to the extreme - the price is Han Jinjie's original promising life.

If Zhu Peng's purple eyes are not promoted to the fourth stage, then his eyesight will not see Han Jinjie's disguise, and he can't tell the true identity of his opponent to shock his mind.

If the level of Han Jinjie's jade seal spiritual weapon is higher, Zhu Peng can't break his body protection in a short time. Finally, Zhu Peng, who fell into a long tug-of-war, finally stopped talking with him. As Han Jinjie said, in fact, Zhu Peng can't afford to procrastinate.

If Zhu Peng's Taoist power Zhenyuan belongs to the five elements, his current power may still be doubled, but even the five elements Zhenyuan, which is doubled in thickness, will be suppressed by the nature of yin and yang. At that time, Zhu Peng's dragon sword will still not be able to break through the clamping of the two sword arrays, let alone the purple fire blazing back.

If, if, if, as long as these "if" have one, the situation of life and death may be mutually beneficial. Unfortunately, there has never been so many if in the world.

With a good move, he recalled the spiritual sword Youlong to the scabbard. Zhu Peng returned and flew to the Thunder warship that was forced to land by the hundred-mile magic array. The confrontation between the three master building the foundation is not "finger flash", but in fact, it is really not a waste of much time. At this time, the four families standing on the Thunder warship are hesitating to support Zhu Peng.

They were forcibly subdued by Zhu Peng with strength and profit. Of course, they were not so loyal. They just belonged to the four major families, and the large number of people also meant that it was difficult to reach a unified opinion. As a result, before they discussed a specific decision, Zhu Peng had already killed three strong enemies and returned with victory.

"Why, I didn't discuss it for a long time. Did you betray me? Sure enough, the older the person is, the less timid he is. If I were in the same situation as you, I would fight back when my opponent fell into a disadvantage, otherwise I would have driven away. Jumping down from the King Kong sword, Zhu Peng greeted Sun Lie around him, but he was a little disdainful and gently mocked. He had just killed three practitioners of the same level with a sword in the air. He cut it too coolly. He was not had time to take back his murderous sword. Otherwise, Zhu Peng, even if he was like a mirror in his heart. It will never hurt people easily.

Fortunately, the four masters of Cangshanjing are also the dark-skinned masters. Sun Lie is the leader as if he didn't hear Zhu Peng's sarcasm just now. He keeps praising Zhu Peng's achievements and swordsmanship. At the same time, he does not forget to show his loyalty. That kind of shameless attitude and naked flattery make the clan behind them. People feel hot and uncomfortable on their faces. They are not in their place. After all, they can't understand the efforts and hardships of their owners.

Stepping into the Thunder warship, Zhu Peng naturally rests in the core master bedroom of the warship. This is not only the most luxurious security place for the whole warship, but also has the monitoring and command of the whole warship. Here, he can put almost every corner of the Nuo Thunder warship in his own eyes.

"Start the warship and return to the Qinling Blood City in a straight line. Han Jinjie of the Qiling clan is not wrong. I don't know how many masters are rushing here in this circle. If I don't seize the time, I don't know what I will do. The elites of the four races in the Thunder warship will probably be gathered by those masters. Beat it into a plug." Lying on the wide and soft horizontal chair, Zhu Peng closed his eyes slightly and said so.

With his words, the power system of the whole Thunder warship started directly. This process does not even require manual manipulation by the four Zhenling ancient monks, because Zhu Peng is the real owner of this large magic weapon.

Zhu Peng dares to hand over such a precious magic weapon as the Thunder Battleship to the four true spirit ancient clans because he has a "key" type magic weapon that directly controls the top spiritual weapon Thunder Battleship. This is the core hub of the Thunder Battleship. If necessary, he only needs Zhu Peng to move his mind and let hundreds of manipulations in the Thunder Battleship. How to manipulate it, the Thunder warship still has to crash to the ground. Of course, without the hundreds of practitioners of the four Zhenling ancient clans, Zhu Peng alone, even if he holds the core "key" of the warship, he can't let the whole warship fly up. After all, this is a super-large strategic spiritual weapon.

"Priest, fly back to Qinling Blood City in a straight line. Are there some obvious routes? Don't we deliberately take some detours to avoid some interceptions?

Sun Lie thought he was smart, but his suggestion was really not how smart he was. At this time, Zhu Peng was too lazy to pay attention to whether he was sincere or hypocritical, but said helplessly, "No matter how you avoid it, it is impossible to avoid all the enemies. Instead of wasting time thinking about these unavailable means, It's better to use the army like fire and shorten the opponent's most coping time by the simplest means.

After all, it was Zhu Peng who made the decision on this warship. The Thunder warship flew directly back to Qinling Blood City based on the shortest route. In terms of short-range speed, the large-scale and huge Thunder warship is really not how fast it is. Many practitioners with excellent escape methods or high-speed flying tools can be in a short-distance speed. It surpasses the Thunder Battleships, or even far exceeds.

But one of the major advantages of the warship is the terrible endurance. As long as the spiritual stone supply is enough, the Thunder warship can maintain the highest speed and continue to fly for more than a year. This kind of durability is difficult for normal monks to beat.

Half a month later, outside the bloody giant city of the Qinling Mountains, this giant city supported by the bloody mountains and the eight Qinling sects still maintains terrible vitality and vigorous vitality. How terrible is it?

In addition to the bloody city, except for the brain-damaged Zerg who still maintain the brain-damaged bravery and continue to fight with the Jiancheng cannon of the Blood Soul Mountain, the wild ancient beasts with a little brain and wisdom are no longer close to this death field, because they clearly know that no matter how many deaths and sacrifices will not bring about substantial changes in the war situation. Before the new forces joined, there was nothing we could do about the bloody city at this time with the combined strength of the two races of insects and beasts.

Even the more you die, the more sacrifices you will have, and the more resources and benefits will be obtained by the monks in the bloody city. After all, when Zhu Peng left, the "doomsday positive circulation system" in the bloody city has been initially established. Today, this cycle system has developed more perfectly. It can be said that the two races of insects and beasts in the doomsday. The resources brought are applied to the extreme.

Take the emerging tertiary industry in the Blood Soul City as an example. In the Blood Soul City, there are countless mortals who have a deep hatred for the insects and beasts. They basically have the experience of their relatives or friends being bitten and killed by insects and beasts, saying that they are not painful, hateful, not angry, is it possible? It's just that they have no room for revenge on their own.

Now the Blood City has developed a tertiary industry. At the head of the eighth floor of the Blood City, every ordinary mortal can board the giant city after handing in "some" money, and then certain low-level monks will guide you to throw down the attached masonry on the top of the city while protecting your safety. This piece is attached to the "point stone". You don't need to aim at the masonry of "gold" and "gravity". If you smash one down, you can basically crush more than a dozen or even dozens of stacked Zerg. If you are well-valued, you can even let the monks behind you help you ingest a worm corpse that you smashed to death with your own hands as a personal booty. As for this personal booty If you take it back to make a toilet or cut the adult meat sauce and eat it, the monks of the Blood City don't care. Anyway, how do you think you can relieve your hatred?

Walking leisurely on the prosperous streets of the bloody giant city. If Zhu Peng is not proud at all, it is a complete nonsense. After all, the whole bloody giant city can be said to be his first-hand establishment, from planning to investment and construction, so that today's strong development can be said to It's all pushed by him.

After half a month of sailing, although some opponents intercepted and even fought, most of them were unpopular characters, and most of them did not need Zhu Peng to take action. The monks of the four Zhenling ancient clan, with the power of the thunder battleship, had already bombarded those miscellaneous opponents to the scum, but they arrived at Qinling Mountains. After that, Zhu Peng did not let the Thunder warship really come in in a straight line. Otherwise, the extermination artillery array of the Blood City "bombed" a few shots. Who did Zhu Peng cry from? Do you want to return or not?

And Zhu Peng also wants to know that during the period when he left, how Zhu Sansan runs the whole Blood City. Many real things can't be seen from the documents and reports submitted below. There has been a long-standing deception. Although Zhu Peng is conceited on his ruling power, there are some things that Zhu Peng is still I want to have a detailed insight with my own eyes.

From the current point of view, the whole bloody giant city is quite well managed by Zhu Sansan. Even as the eighth level of the "slum", the life of ordinary mortals is basically stable. Although there is no worries about food and clothing, and no worries about life, as long as you work hard, you can basically ensure its basic survival.

Even Zhu Peng found a relatively obvious phenomenon of "the intersection of immortals and mortals" on the sixth and seventh levels. Low-level practitioners sit and drink with ordinary human beings of higher status, and there is no situation that they are like water and oil. Although they exist together, they clearly do not meet.

The two sides communicate with each other for the purpose of profit, entertainment or other reasons, just like Zhu Peng is huddled among a large number of mortals at this time, looking at the mortals and practitioners on the high platform playing songs and dancing. The practitioners are several low-level female practitioners from the "Yuxiang Sect" and "Meixin Sect". There is no need to say more about Meixin Sect. It is this. One of the "Eight Sects of the Moat" personally ordered by the high priest of the Bloody Souls in the Bloody City. The contemporary suzerain is an enchanting monk with two beautiful daughters. If it hadn't been for Zhu Peng's too busy, he may have blossomed the mother and daughter.

Although Yuxiangzong is a small school in Qinling, Zhu Peng has never heard of it before today, but he is really good at Meishu singing and dancing. The two low-level monks and the top singers of the mortals compete on the same stage. Without using cultivation spells, they are often killed by mortals in the two aspects of "singing and dancing". After all, compared with other people's professionalism and dedication, there are too many things that a practicer needs to devote his energy. Fortunately, high-level charm can play a part of the effect without Zhenyuan. This has won many people's expectations and praise for these low-level nuns, which allows them to compete with the top song and dance masters among mortals. Competitive competition for popularity.

Zhu Peng's left hand popcorn meat flower, and his right hand sweet sugar beast meat gourd. While watching, nibbling and listening, he felt extremely cool. Suddenly, the impact of pushing and shoving came from behind. Of course, these subtle forces could not be transmitted to his body. The Zhenyuan mask of protecting the body was slightly unfolded, and all the pushing force was in contact with him. , it was like running water touching the oily rocks and slipped away, but Zhu Peng still turned back under the push of the power behind, because there was a lot of momentum and faint spiritual pressure from behind, which was the feeling of high-level repairers passing by.

Zhu Peng looked back and saw a group of bloody city defense elites opening roads on both sides to maintain order in the city, while in the middle of the road was a huge barbarian beast slowly coming. This huge barbarian beast is the size of a stone house inhabited by ordinary mortals, all cyan, like a cow, head At the top is a white unicorn, and his body is full of watery lines, but Zhu Peng noticed that this seemingly simple and strong man is actually full of sharp tusks, which is a very obvious feature of carnivorous demons.

Reiki swallowing is not weaker than that of ordinary foundation monks, and the real combat power is similar to that of a practitioners in the great perfection of gas refining realm. This is a unique species that only appeared after the 2012 doomsday disaster, the wild ancient beast: Dead Sea Green Bull!

This kind of wild and crazy ancient beast from the exotic plane is different from the local demon clan in the Blood Spirit Ridge Sky Demon Valley. It is very fierce and bloodthirsty and belligerent. Although it is normal to have a perfect level of combat power, like the practitioners of the four major spirits in Cangshan, fighting alone can certainly subdue this green cow, but In the end, it will definitely be a great internal injury by this green cow, because this kind of wild ancient beast is too fierce. Once it starts, unless there is an absolute power gap, it is basically the more fierce the Vietnam War, the more fierce it is.

However, at this moment, on the broad back of such a fierce beast, there is a saddle-shaped seat covered with fur, on which there is a gorgeous female repair in a short skirt.

This mime's long hair is slightly curly, with a strange dark red color. Her outstanding melon seed face looks bright, and her eyes look particularly bright and touching, especially between the flow of eye waves. She is amazingly charming. Looking at the watery appearance, she seems to be so tender that she can drip water.

And the most side thing is that the material used by this woman to wear a short gold skirt seems to be too economical.

The gold coat on her upper body is not as good as golden underwear. It only protects the two high places on her chest. Most of the white jade-like skin on her arms, back and even her small waist are ** outside, and I don't know what special materials are used to make. The gorgeous dress that looks shiny and flashes is still hollowed out, like this. Just looking at the upper body of this gorgeous nun is enough to make people bleed.

But her black leather skirt on her lower body is also too short. Her two snow-white and slender thighs shake with the movement of the beast under her. The pair of red leather boots she wears that look good are also hollowed out.

In the early morning sun, this scene is really a beautiful woman and a beast, which makes the blood of the beast boil!

It's just that Zhu Peng didn't have time to look a little more to feast his eyes. He had been pressed down by an honest man with a loyal face on his side. Of course, Zhu Peng could not be knocked down by a mortal, but he could feel that the mortal beside him had no malice, but had a good intentions and concern, so he followed his strength. He bowed his head and bent down.

"Do you dare to look at the women of yin and yang immortals more? Aren't you afraid of being dug up their kidneys and thrown outside the Blood City to feed insects?" Zhu Peng's words made him panic, "A beautiful woman who is almost half-naked walks on the street. She just looks at it twice. Isn't it so tragic that she digs her kidney to take her eyes?" At this time, Zhu Peng also noticed that the joyous songs and dances around him had calmed down. Almost all men and women knelt down. The practitioner's treatment was slightly better, but he also bowed deeply. No one dared to look up more. It can be seen that this kind of thing is used to and powerful.

It was not until the giant cow and the semi-naked beauty slowly left that the street returned to the hustle and bustle of the street, but the song and dance performance on the stands could no longer attract the attention of too many people. Most people were pointing to the big boxes that transported to the city. Zhu Peng had never seen this situation. For a moment, he was a little confused. Fortunately, the middle-aged man next to him was obviously a talker. When he saw that Zhu Peng, a scholar, was not as good as a mortal, he suddenly understood, and his superior heart was greatly satisfied.

"This immortal, you are not originally from the Blood City, are you?" Er, it's not." Zhu Peng thought about it and didn't dare to say who he was, so he had to ask the man beside him for advice on what was going on in front of him.

"Oh, it's both your luck and your ability to kill the Blood City in this group of insects and sea beasts. Alas, if I had this ability in those years, how could the child's mother die..."

Zhu Peng: "............"

Although he was full of helplessness, Zhu Peng finally knew that the nonsense was the fate of "talking" people. After comforting the man in front of him, he slowly said what Zhu Peng wanted to know.

"The team just now is the "tribute" that asked for help from the Blood City in the spiritual realm of the Qinling Mountains, which is also a matter of the past six months. After 2012, there has been a robbed between heaven and earth. Not to mention mortals, even the immortals who cultivate immortals have suffered a terrible impact, but according to the different forces and abilities, the ability to withstand the impact is also different. At this time, Zhu Peng noticed that there was an obvious pride on the faces of middle-aged people in front of him, just like Americans talked about the feeling of "I am an American citizen" before 2012, and he was proud of me.

"And in the spiritual realm of Qinling, my blood is the strongest..."

Author's language: http://book.zongheng.com/book/166149.html "2012 Doomsday Fairy" is the first published vertically and horizontally. Thank you for your great support. In addition, this chapter is very enjoyable to write. Anyway, it is very I feel that I should have lived up to the great expectations of the night. In addition, big, you don't want to occupy the top area of the salted fish, do you...

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The gray sky, cold raindrops, and the roaring cold wind made a "woo" sound.

The strong wind splashed on the body with a large area of cold rain, taking away the last bit of warmth. Human beings snuggled up to each other to keep warm in the extremely simple shack. It's hard to imagine that this place is "heaven".

This is indeed heaven. In the true sense, it is a country established by gods, but even "god" will not provide free lunch for human beings.

In this world, I'm not afraid of being used, and I'm afraid that I don't even have the value of being used.

"Brother, I'm cold, I'm hungry, I miss my parents..." The boy in Zhu Peng's arms already has a crying voice in his words. He is only seven or eight years old. In this cold wind and rain, he only wears a very thin white long coat, which is the only gift of "God" to his people.

He hugged the boy in his arms harder and harder and wanted to give him some of the power in his body, but he could not stop his brother's increasingly thin body. Even the 'dead man' with only a soul state will die again because of the extreme lack of spiritual power, and the second death, in the oriental ghost terminology, is called It is: "The soul is scattered."

People also need money in heaven, even more than in the world. Because every soul's survival in heaven consumes a certain amount of spiritual power every day, so if you want to survive, you need to pay the corresponding labor to prove the value. Otherwise, after a few days, the soul will It will be transformed into nothingness, death in the true sense.

"Zhu Peng, hug my little brother quickly. I boiled some hot water and drank it. Maybe I can make him feel better."

A slender and tall long-haired beauty, dressed in a simple and miserable white linen long coat, carried a bucket of heavy hot water and worked hard to walk forward to the grass shed where Zhu Peng was located. It was not only this family that was the poor in heaven, or the avid poor in the kind camp who died on the plane every day, were more like dust and the flow was huge. It's amazing.

Zhu Peng ran in the direction of her sister with a young and hot child in her arms. She was originally the proud son of the earth's institution of higher learning. She can make excellent achievements to prove the value in any civilized region of the earth, but this level of civilization development is only a so-called paradise at the medieval level. She can only Only my own meager labor force is sold...

"We can't procrastinate any longer. The money you and I sell labor is just enough for two people to eat and get enough. In addition, my brother is not enough to eat. What's more, my brother is still sick now. Sister, I can't put it off any longer."

After drinking hot water, his brother's fever symptoms eased slightly. He was originally a spoiled child, but for more than a month in Paradise District, he had learned to be strong, but Zhu Peng preferred that he did not need to learn.

"It's okay, brother. I'll figure it out. I won't let my brother die. I'll figure it out." At this time, the dark-haired girl turned her head and smiled, "You know, I'm very beautiful, aren't I?"

A very beautiful smile, the delicate eyes with bright teeth, with black and white eyes, extremely beautiful.

But looking at his sister who smiled, Zhu Peng felt cold-hearted, and his heart seemed to stop beating, resulting in a suffocating pain.

"Rit the money, stop him, he robbed my money."

The hissing howling and heartbreaking taste, Zhu Peng suddenly turned his head and saw a man with a green lizard-like head, holding his palm tightly and running for his life. It was exactly the direction of Zhu Peng and others.

In this paradise, the living residents are not only visitors to the earth, but also lizards, dragons, tigers, and miscellaneous human species. Recently, Zhu Peng has seen a lot, and they are also human beings, and 80% of them are not from the earth. The planes of heavens are infinite, and the intelligent life is also infinite.

In heaven, slums are unmanaged. The highest administrative institution in this field is a mysterious university called "dark", a gathering place for powerful powers (with the title of transcending mortal abilities, not "powers" in the sense of the earth).

But this part of the slum has not been cared for and managed by the college, because there is no oil and water to squeeze, and no students are willing to manage it.

The lizard man with a green head ran over quickly, shaking the big thick tail behind him. He saw Zhu Peng's sister and brother, and the yellow pupils of the beast contracted slightly, and then howled and rushed.

He suddenly turned around. Driven by the muscles and bones that were far stronger than human beings, the scaled giant tail behind him roared like a huge wooden stick and swept over.

The thick and straight giant tail quickly became bigger like a wooden stick in front of Zhu Peng's eyes. The strong wind blew the ears, and the strong raindrops even made his face hurt.

"Ah"

Zhu Peng roared. He could dodge, but he didn't hide. Behind him was his sister, who was a little scared.

Before the power of the giant tail was exhausted, Zhu Peng rushed forward two steps and hit the tail root of the lizard man with his elbow chest, which was the most unfavorable node for power, and the range and potential energy of waving were also the smallest.

"Bum"

Everything has been done at its best, but the tail with momentum on the chest of his elbows still makes the corners of Zhu Peng's mouth overflow.

The giant tail is the third leg for the lizard man. Turning around and swinging it is like the flying kick of the earth's taekwondo, running and flying kicking. The momentum is unstoppable, but Zhu Peng blocked it.

He didn't prick the horse to eat all his strength, so that the sternum was cracked, but it would really be fatal.

Zhu Peng's feet are off the ground, and his hands are holding the giant tail in the air and rotating. This action is the most reproachable of traditional Chinese "dance". In the martial arts performance, the performer flips a few heels when he has nothing to do. Can this kind of action be used for actual combat?

In fact, it really can.

Zhu Peng held the huge tail in his hands and rotated in the air with the momentum drawn. The strength between the muscles and bones competed with each other, and only heard a "pop".

Zhu Peng and the lizard rolled to the ground, but Zhu Peng coughed twice, patted the mud on his body and stood up, while the lizard man was twisted off the tail root, crying and holding his tail with his hands. The gold coins he had just clenched tightly sprinkled on the ground.

Looking at the golden coin that emitted ** light, Zhu Peng swallowed his saliva. He and his sister worked in the slums for a month and didn't get a gold coin. The boss just gave them some grass cakes and bread to make them happy.

In heaven, a grass cake bread is enough for half a day's energy supplement, and any gold coin can make my little brother comfortably satisfied for ten days and a half months after absorption, which is also good for his condition.

In this paradise, it's really impossible to have no money.

Zhu Peng stretched out his hand to pick up a gold coin, but he just wanted to take one. He worked hard to beat people. What's wrong with taking a gold coin?

But Zhu Peng's hand stained with muddy water was stopped by a slender and soft palm. "If you do something or not, I insist."

"Insist on you, M, you want to sell yourself in Women's Street. Why do you insist? I risk to help catch robbers. Isn't it more backbone than you selling yourself?" Zhu Peng's lower lip was about to bite and bleed, but he didn't yell at his sister. When he was in the orphanage when he was a child, he had never listened to his sister.

"You decide that you give my life. If you don't take it, you won't take it."

He shook off the thin and delicate hands with hatred, but looking at his sister's translucent soul and pale face, Zhu Peng couldn't bear it.

In this paradise, there is no difference between a living person and a soul. It's just that when a living person is hungry, his face is yellow, thin and his face is full of color, and Zhu Peng is like this.

And when the soul is hungry, it becomes more and more weak and transparent, until it collapses and collapses, and the real death is like this.

The car accident on the earth killed both his sister and brother, but Zhu Peng was injured but did not die. However, he came to heaven with his loved ones with a living body under the circumstances he could choose. This situation is not common, but it is not common.

There are also many living aborigines in heaven. At least so far, Zhu Peng has not found any substantial difference between his living identity and soul.

After a while, a thin woman in a white robe finally came from afar. She was almost as thin as if the wind blew, with a translucent illusory feeling on her face.

"This is also a poor person. I'm afraid there is no hope if I want to get some benefits."

Zhu Peng only glanced at it and made such a judgment. Every orphan should have some ability to observe his face. Without it, it is just an instinct formed under the shelter of others since childhood.

Sure enough, just as Zhu Peng thought, the thin woman threw herself into the muddy water and held a gold coin. It looked like she was afraid of the quiet Zhu Peng's brother to rob her. It was not until she put away all the money that she realized her gaffe. Her low-hanging face flashed a blush of shame and moved the money. After all, the bag did not take out a gold coin as a reward.

Just bowed his head countless times there and said countless times, "Thank you", poor and empty words, what Zhu Peng and brother really need is not these two words.

"Well, let's go, sister. Listening to the thanks in the heavy rain here will not make my brother's condition better. We still have to think of other ways."

Zhu Peng pulled his sister who was still greeting the woman and was about to leave. In heaven, with the heavy rain and cold wind, what he consumed was not heat, but the psionic energy in his body. It was impossible for Zhu Peng to allow his sister to sell it in the Women's Street, at least before he died.

Zhu Peng's cold voice and indifference, and the weakness and courtesy of the polite woman in front of her, made the thin woman feel embarrassed, but her hand holding the money bag tightly did not waver at all. In this paradise, money is life, and every gold coin has great value.

"Please wait a moment."

Just as Zhu Peng dragged his sister Zhu Wen and was about to leave, the hesitant woman suddenly made up her mind and said, "I know there is a place where you can get a thousand gold coins directly."

Zhu Wen was stunned, but Zhu Peng suddenly turned around. He really needed money.

After being excited, she was skeptical. The woman in front of her was neither like a powerful man nor a rich man. Why did she open her mouth and talk about the sale of a thousand gold coins?

"You should be newcomers who have just come to 'Paradise' for a short time, right? No wonder you don't know that heaven is the kingdom of God. It receives the souls of the dead in the kind camp, and you can turn the faith when you are alive into gold coins to survive here. If your faith is particularly firm in your life, you will even have a lot of benefits when you come here.

In the simple hut built by Zhu Wen's sister and brother, the thin woman held a steaming water cup in her hands and pushed away the scattered hair on her forehead, revealing a cheek with a little beauty, but a hazy illusion, which is equivalent to the "living" face with a dish color, and the charm is greatly reduced.

She sat in the humble hut of the Zhu sisters, and Zhu Peng even eagerly poured her a bowl of hot water. Of course, if she didn't understand what the "thousand gold coins" was, Zhu Peng would let her spit out everything she drank.

"Ah, my brother and I are both Chinese from the earth. We should have no faith to convert."

Zhu Wen smiled disappointedly, but she didn't mean anything reluctantly. She was a very gentle woman, but she was exhausted when she helped her grandfather and grandmother take care of the orphanage before her death. Even if she was interested, she was afraid she would not believe in any god or Buddha.

"This is not what I'm talking about. I'm afraid that receiving 1,000 gold coins can only be exchanged for the faith of ordinary people for half a lifetime. For us young souls, it is extremely difficult to exchange, unless you are a professional believer.

God is also in need. For example, the exploration and occupation of new planes in the universe, and the desire for believers and faith. The multi-layer planes of the universe are endless and vast. Even God needs to constantly explore, find new valuable planes, avoid dangers, and develop beliefs. However, some planes shrouded in the dark universe can't be seen clearly by God, and people must be sent to explore the reality.

It is impossible for God to explore one by one, that is, the divine servant under his command to explore the endless planes is too thin, so there has always been such a civilian task in "Paradise": participate in a plane exploration, give 1,000 gold coins when you come back alive, and if you participate for the first time, you will also pay 500 gold coins in advance. ...There must be danger, but there is no danger, and it is impossible for heaven to take out so much money.

"Where is it? I'll go."

"Sit down, don't go."

As soon as the thin woman's voice fell, Zhu Peng stood up directly, but Zhu Wen's angry shout also sounded at the same time.

The rainstorm outside was slightly smaller, but the cold wind was still blowing. The young brother curled up with a small body, and his whole body was hot. Zhu Peng held him, and his sister cooked a bowl of white water-like thin rice porridge on the side of the hut.

Put down the younger brother who has begun to trembling. He is like a little bug, so weak, so fragile, so pathetic.

Walking behind his sister, Zhu Peng stretched out his arms and held the girl tightly in his arms. He looked at the white and greasy crystals exposed between his long and straight black hair, smelled the faint fragrance of his body, and felt the warmth when his body was close to each other. Zhu Peng did not have any desire in his heart, but just indifferent and sweet warmth.

"Sister, I like you. I like the sister who takes care of me and loves me since I was a child.

I have been lonely since I was a child. Only my sister was willing to play with me. When I was a child, I was thin and weak. My elder sister begged the dean to let me learn martial arts in martial arts school. I know that without my sister, Zhu Peng would not be Zhu Peng today.

I have sworn countless times that I will protect my sister. Tears flowed down his cheeks, and the man did not shed tears easily, just because he was not sad.

Men who cry are never pathetic. Sadly, those who can only cry.

"Don't go... Promise me, don't go. You said you would listen to me. You said I gave your life."

"I'm sorry, sister. I've always wanted to be a strong and living man who can protect my sister.

But if my sister goes to Women's Street, why do I sweat every day? What is the purpose of getting up in the middle of the night to practice boxing until you faint?

It's terrible to give up my sister's life. Please at least let me choose the dignity that can die.

The wind and rain are roaring, the huts are squeaking, and **'s brother murmurs in pain. Is this heaven or hell?

"Okay, since a man makes a decision, a virtuous woman can only choose to support behind his back. It's just my younger brother. I can live strong because of your existence and my younger brother, so promise me to try my best not to die, okay?"

"Of course, the title of four consecutive national martial arts champions is not for nothing. I am a man with the same honor as Mr. Jet Li."

"What are you proud of, a junior martial arts champion..."

Zhu Wen is a very virtuous woman. As long as a man makes a decision, she will unconditionally choose to fully support her.

Of course, if you don't look for it, you can't find it, but if you make up your mind to find it, it's easy to find a management agency in the paradise slum - the most decent of the messy buildings, the eight achievements are.

Push away the blocking wooden door that looks like a cowboy in the west of the earth. A few more steps, a noisy and turbid atmosphere came to the surface. Zhu Peng used to be close to this area, because the people who came in and out of here were angry and did not look like good people.

As soon as he looked around a few times, a thick palm stretched out to Zhu Peng's buttocks. At the same time, a smell of inferior lees entered Zhu Peng's nose from behind, which made him frown.

"Sieber, when did you recruit a new Mr. Rabbit again? The skin is so tender that it looks like it can be pinched..." The fat man did not say the following words, because Zhu Peng did not return, and he suddenly grabbed his wrist. The sound of "Gaba, Gaba" was loud, and the two of them exerted their strength almost at the same time.

Slowly turned his head and looked at the bald fat man behind him. In fact, Zhu Peng could take advantage of his unpreparedness to beat him unprepared and his face was full of peach blossoms.

But if any new character in the industry is too popular, he will definitely be suppressed by the veteran. Moderate performance of strength will be achieved. If it's really a big game, it's not good for you.

The bald fat man struggled back after a long stalemate. Zhu Peng also let go at the same time. The fat man took two steps back, but Zhu Peng did not move. He has practiced martial arts since childhood, practiced extremely diligently, and has practiced the strength of his wrists, waist and elbows. Therefore, even if his body size is much worse, he will not suffer from competing for strength.

The whole hall was quiet, and then the noise just now was restored, but the person who came to touch Zhu Peng's buttocks again was gone. The bald fat man touched his wrist, grinned, but did not say much, and turned around and left.

There are countless soft persimmons, and there is no need to find a hard one.

"I want to participate in the mission of the Lord God. Do I have to report to you?" Walking to the most remote bar in the hall, Zhu Peng asked the red-haired man about his age in front of him. He can't speak English, but in heaven, the souls and living people in all planes can communicate freely, which is one of the few benefits in the whole world.

"Newcomer? Well, fill in this form, but once you sign your name, you can't go back on it. God's gold coins are not so easy to earn.

"What will happen to regret?" Zhu Peng was quite uncomfortable and wrote down rows of information with a quill. He clearly wrote Chinese characters, but as soon as the text was written on parchment, the ink was distorted and changed into rows of strange words like oracle bones.

(background) Heaven and hell, the battle between light and darkness has never stopped since ancient times. There is no justice or evil, but the essential opposition from the "existing foundation" of the two.

The heaven plane, the multi-level universe, the bright heaven is based on a stable orderly world, absorbing positive energy and constantly expanding its camp power. In this regard, the dark and chaotic hell camp is also ordinary, destroying the stability and order maintained by heaven, and converging the power factors of terror and darkness. This has been a continuous strong expansion.

The light and dark forces are like the incomparable huge poles in the two universes, constantly expanding...

A ghost kills strangers, spreads terror, and even spreads the influence to the whole city. The human beings living in it are panicked. The result is the continuous strengthening of the dark power in the area. When the darkness of terror is strong to a certain limit, the demons dance and the ghosts walk at night.

The abyss of hell may come and devour the whole city buried by fear. This is the external embodiment and expansion of the power of the abyss of hell.

In order to ensure its own basis of existence, and even further limit the expansion and strengthening of the abyss of hell, Light Paradise and even its close camp have gradually formed a "demon hunter organization".

Before the factors of fear and chaos spread, the demon hunters who specialize in this have killed the culprit. The area of the demon hunt is not even limited to a planet, a plane. However, wherever the light and darkness fight, there will be evil spirits and demon hunters, all over the heavens of the huge universe. .

New book test chapter:

Purgatory Ukiyo-e

Mo Ye, Black Forest, hanging alone...

Many people think that there are no ghosts in this world. This wrong cognition continues until the fierce ghost suddenly appears in your life, tearing your calm daily life naked, tearing open your warm muscles with sharp claws, and kissing your red blood...

On the Violet Highway of Debon City in District 9, there are cases of night walkers disappearing for no reason almost every few years.

Some can also find incomplete and broken corpses, and some, even the corpses have disappeared, and all traces of life have been completely erased, leaving only the painful wailing of your loved ones.

There is the most exciting and exciting symphony. At midnight, a blood-red dazzling sports car ran wildly on the remote and uninhabited violet highway. A man with red hair and pale skin shook his head and enjoyed the blood brought by strong stimulation in loud music and high-speed racing. The pleasure of running on the medium and high speed.

He is undoubtedly a prodigal who is extremely elegant and happy to enjoy life. He sinks with depravity, noble but unclean. Empty life is only the meaning brought by sensory stimulation.

However, when he suddenly saw a touch of white beauty from the corners of his eyes, he was stunned for a moment.

He slammed on the brake, held the steering wheel with his right hand, and gently moved up the mirror on the bridge of his nose with his left hand.

The high-speed soaring blood-red sports car suddenly stopped after making a harsh friction sound and stopped horizontally in front of a woman in a white skirt on the street who looked extremely pure and beautiful.

When he got out of the car, he stroked his chest with his right hand and saluted deeply. The prodigal boy with dazzling red hair looked at the target tonight. The corners of his red mouth bloomed with a trace of evil charm, which showed a little dangerous meaning in the incomparable temptation.

"Beautiful lady, your beauty blooms like a rose and is as shy as a violet. I don't know if I'm lucky enough to escort you home?"

The red windbreaker, the illustrious red hair, and the fishy red high-end sports car, all of this seemed to constitute a dangerous hint, which made the unprepared white skirt beauty a little flustered and even shrink back, with a pair of small hands behind her back.

She didn't seem to know that such a move highlighted the fullness and whiteness of her chest.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I won't go home. I, I can't go home."

The timid and weak refusal is like the shyness of a lotus flower in the cold wind. It's just such a remote block, such a deep night, if you don't get the car in front of you, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for the second car tonight.

"How can a beauty like you be willing to abandon you in the cold wind at midnight and in such a remote place?"

"Yes, I don't understand why he left me in the cold wind and buried me in such a remote place..."

"What?"

"Well, nothing, I didn't say anything just now."

In the eyes of the noble prince who loves red, he coaxed the white-dressed beauty into the sports car. Looking at the girl hesitated repeatedly in front of the fishy red sports car, and even asked him to invite him twice to get into the sports car timidly. The smile at the corners of the man's mouth became more and more obvious...

It was said to send the girl home, but in fact, the crimson luxury sports car stopped in the shadow of a remote corner.

"hehe"

He shook his coat away with a smile. The red man turned on the ceiling lights and stared at the white skirt girl in the side seat with obvious malicious intent, like a vicious wolf who saw the fat lamb.

He suddenly rushed up, closed his eyes slightly and kissed the lively man, and pulled off the annoying dress, but he suddenly heard the person in his arms make a cold and dry voice and asked, "Why did he leave me in the cold wind and bury me in such a remote place?

I can't go home. My husband killed me for a woman and buried me on the outskirts of the highway. Why on earth is all this?

"What's your mother talking about?"

The person in his arms is getting colder and colder. Not only the tone of speech, but also the warm body. The untidy red-haired old man noticed something was wrong and suddenly opened his eyes. However, he saw a body that was almost rotten.

The smell of stench poured into the nose, and there was a white dress that was almost half removed from the red-brown and black body...

"Come on, honey, don't you love me?" The mouth of the corpse slowly opened to a point where normal human beings could never open it, and the black and yellow corpse dripped down.

"Mom..."

The sad scream resounded, but at this moment, it was useless to call God, not to mention calling God. The originally closed eyes of the half-rotten corpse suddenly opened, accompanied by the dripping smelly corpse liquid and the fierce light that did not belong to human beings. It is full of scarlet blood and endless resentment and hatred.

The female ghost body suddenly pushed the red-haired man. The sharp teeth opened up and down wanted to bite his throat, but it bit the man's shoulder because of the fierce struggle of the other party. The warm blood suddenly flowed into his throat, and life and death were intertwined, which was really extremely happy.

The red-haired man suddenly exerted his strength in severe pain and pushed the ghosts away. This was the contact and great power that the female ghost had never felt before, and he was really pushed away by him.

He turned over awkwardly and got out of the car. His hair and clothes were messy. Then the red-haired man covered his bleeding shoulders but didn't go far away. Instead, he rolled and crawled to the trunk of the fishy red sports car. The horrible female ghost in the car smiled, and the grimace of rotten to almost a skeleton showed an absolutely horrible smile.

The whole body suddenly exerted strength, and the glass on all sides was shaken away. The evil spirit flew through the back window and rushed to the red-haired man with a strange white face.

Getting closer and closer, the ten blue and long nails looked closer and closer to the other party, but the female ghost was stunned to find that the red-haired man's face was covered with a dangerous smile again.

"Ino, you haven't come out yet. Don't you want to do it alone?"

The ten dagger-like claws of the flying female ghost were about to catch the red-haired man. The trunk cover of the scarlet sports car suddenly opened, and the trunk cover suddenly stood up suddenly hit the female ghost corpse, knocking the unprepared female ghost far away, and the corpse splashed.

However, not only that, there is also a shadow that is darker than the night, followed by a dazzling silver light. The devil's body bounced in the air, and in a hurry, I only saw the dark windbreaker, the dark hair color, and a pair of dark pupils with dazzling light...

"Black clothes, black hair, black pupils, the newly rising demon hunting rookie, "ghoul" Ino, Afar!?"

With the flow of information in his mind, and the severe pain that has never been endured for more than a hundred years, Ino and Afar, who suddenly killed, held a bright silver double-edged sword in both hands, as if the weight of the whole person was attached to the sword, following the body of the female ghost, as if lightning had cut off more than ten. Sword.

Fast, accurate, fierce, more than ten swords in a moment, the sword is like a gun and an axe, breaking the body into the bone, and the strength is amazing.

With a dull sound of "bang", accompanied by a silver rainbow, like a heroic swing of a home run, the female ghost body smashed into the dark corner, and the messy garbage cans were smashed and rolled around.

It was not until this moment that she or it knew the true meaning of the car driving to this dark corner.

"Ha ha, Eno, you don't have to save face for me. Let go of this place I specially chose, not to mention people. There is not even a ghost in the middle of the night, and I don't have to worry about being seen at all."

Sprinkle a bag of silver powder on his bitten shoulder, but there was a soft sound and white smoke. The red-haired man frowned. Although he was happy, it was painful.

Then he suddenly took out a submachine gun from the kicked-opened trunk and shot at the female ghost who was cut down by Ino until the silver-plated bullet inside was empty.

"NN, it's much happier. Ino, go up and solve it completely. I'll cover you with firepower in the back.

Throw away the charge of light bullets and change the large-caliber shotgun with stronger impact and field control effect. The red-haired man said to the young man holding the sword in front of him. However, he saw that his comrades-in-arms did not move, but looked solemn and even nervous.

Such an expression made the red-haired man frown slightly. Although the cooperation was not too long, he knew how strong the black-haired, black pupil, and cold-weapon-loving companion was.

The flexible figure, cool swordsmanship and a terrible will combine to form a name that resounds through the "circle" in a short time: "The ghosts of black clothes, black hair and black pupils, Ino, Afar. Stepping on the bones of evil spirits and ghosts and becoming stronger, this is the real origin of the name "ghoul".

The next moment, the black gas in the shadow also proved the correctness of the man's cautious attitude.

"Ha ha... you want to kill me. How do you kill a me who has been killed? Whoo-hoo..."

At the same time as the black gas, there was the woman's painful crying and endless resentment. In the shadow that the ghost smashed, there was a dark breath that was darker than the night, and there were also a large number of men's heads and faces twisted and opening their mouths.

They or they can't make a sound, but just from their expressions, they can easily feel their pain and despair.

"Retold back. This is a ground binding spirit with deep grievances and a lot of years. Just by looking at the souls she can bind so many victims, you can imagine her strength... Just be on time, and there is no room for mistakes this time."

He stretched out his left hand and stopped in front of his companions beside him, but Ino Afar or the earth traveler "Zhu Peng" felt bitter in his heart.

After all, in front of me is a fierce soul with an evaluation of "eight points". In fact, in terms of the score, it is more than the two people can cope with. This time I came to get rid of it, but it is because my previous task performed well...

"The spirit of the storm, gather and form according to the instructions of death... Form a tornado and tear everything up!"

"Sun, Taiyin, Huangquan Nine Lands... Rebirth, Rebirth, Rebirth!" The mysterious spell resounded through the empty alley, but the evil spirit in the dark fog and Zhu Peng cast spells at the same time.

The evil ghost once again transformed into a pure and beautiful appearance of a white dress in the strong black fog, but this time her eyes were fishy red, and the flashing viciousness and ferociousness turned into yellow pupils and blood entangled in her eyes.

The black fog around it rolled up and turned into a real dark tornado with its spell. Even the constantly twisted man's face was involved in it, which increased the richness and distortion of the dark whirlwind...

In contrast, Zhu Peng's casting process is too petty. There is no rotating airflow, no powerful manifestation, only a twisting spell and a dark card in his hand.

The thin paper card covered with a layer of strange texture on the surface was tightly clamped by its index finger and middle finger, and the little spiritual power was poured into it, so that the paper card that was originally dark on both sides appeared in the direction of the female ghost: "In the night, three skeletons with knives and axes walked back and forth. Elephant."

The pale and scorched yellow bone, the dancing light red soul fire, the dancing skeleton soldier turned into reality, and rushed up in the direction of the female ghost first.

His own special casting method reduces a lot of spiritual consumption than pure spell casting, but after casting the spell, Zhu Peng's face is still pale. He just maintains the spirit of not affecting his melee. The slightly extra spirit is used by him to summon the card "dead guard".

Before the three bone shelves bully the female ghost, the violent yin wind has formed and roared. The man behind Zhu Peng has hit several tubes of shotguns in a row, but the powerful impact brought by the large-caliber shotgun is not as effective as expected. In addition to the anti-evil effect of the silver sand itself on the dark power, the scattered The power of the bullet gun can be said to be fruitless.

Zhu Peng, a red-haired man, and three undead guards in the front were involved in the whirlwind of black ash. The powerful corrosive erosion can even be said to bite its internal bone and flesh. If it hadn't been for Zhu Peng't summoning three undead guards in advance, the two surgical units would have turned into five. At this moment The state is still difficult.

However, just as the power of the ghost storm was about to reach its maximum, the pitch black whirlwind suddenly collapsed. Although he was full of embarrasssment, neither Zhu Peng in black nor the red-haired man behind him was very damaged. Even the necromancer with weak defense just fell down, but the one just The majestic female ghost knelt on the ground and coughed up blood at this moment.

"What, how could this happen?"

The power of the whole body is inexplicably fading, and the appearance of the female ghost has gradually changed from the most beautiful state to an ugly rotten bone. Half of the beautiful and crystal muscle skin has not faded, and the other side has rotted, revealing white bones.

However, Zhu Peng looked at this horrible scene and smiled with relief: "Sure enough, there is a flaw. I said that since it is a 'task', it will not be unsolved."

"It's blood. There's something wrong with your blood. Is it holy water or silver?" The outer form of half-human and half-ghost, and even the ghost whose whole body began to smoke, howled sadly, but its yellow-red-red pupils fiercely stared at the red-haired handsome man behind Ino Afar.

He covered his chest and bowed extremely elegantly, then opened his red hair with a big smile, and pulled down the artificial skin on his face, revealing a gorgeous and arrogant face. Although it was only the delicate and tender appearance of the girl, the wanton enthusiasm and aggression undoubtedly showed on the girl's face.

He, or she stared at the evil spirit lying in front of her and crying, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, as a woman, it seems that I don't meet your hunting standard of "complaining and killing unfaithful men". My blood, for you, means the taboo of "existing foundation", which can be said to be more holy water or silver. It's more poisonous."

It is estimated that Eliza's blood has almost worked. Zhu Peng did not hesitate to take two steps forward and raised the sword in his hand to cut it down, which means the real completion of another difficult demon hunting task.

Hunting monsters, many times does not rely on absolute power, intelligence, traps, and the mastery of the situation. In many cases, it can determine the success of a hunt.

"The reason for the formation of the evil spirit, the place where the obsession lies, disintegrate the foundation of its existence, which can cause effective killing. Today's originally difficult hunting is extremely easy, but it comes from the accurate guess of this point."

In the room without any lights at all, the small recorder prompt light scattered the bright light. A man with yellow skin, black hair and black eyes almost curled up in the corner of the quilt, and then summarized today's experience in the tape recorder. This is after Zhu Peng crossed into this world of ghosts and ghosts, gradually Gradually formed behavioral habits.

He was originally an ordinary Chinese named the "Earth" planet. If there is any difference between him and others, it is that Zhu Peng has been an orphan without parents and a martial arts student since he was a child. Fortunately, the perseverance and toughness brought to him by the identity of an orphan, and fortunately, the strong fitness body brought to him by the identity of a martial arts student. Otherwise, even if the alias of Ino Afar is to get along with the people in this world, even if he is careful and even lives like walking on thin ice in this world, I'm afraid that Zhu Peng has long turned into a dead bone in the grave.

Crossing is not terrible. What is terrible is to travel to a world full of dangers and killings, and even all the unnatural existences such as spirits, ghosts, demons and so on.

Wrap your head in the quilt and hope that the dark and warm world can bring you a little comfort. However, as soon as you close your eyes, you unconsciously flash through all kinds of ghosts you have encountered in the past few months...

Earth-bound spirits, water ghosts, starving ghosts, fierce souls, supernatural creatures, Zhu Peng suddenly threw away the quilt, because he suddenly remembered the evil spirit of a boy who was suffocated to death by his mother with a quilt. That was the most horrible evil spirit he had encountered so far. If it weren't for the unexpected luck at the last moment, Zhu Peng would not say that he has not kept it until now. The 100% lost record of demon hunting, even the life may fall there.

He got up in a cold sweat and shook his drowsy head, but Zhu Peng knew that he could never sleep again tonight. Every time he saw a particularly fierce existence in the demon hunting mission, it would be difficult to sleep in the next few days, not only because of fear, but also because of the negative darkness to the erosion of the demon hunter. Positive energy creatures, long-term infiltration or attack by violent negative energy, not to mention discomfort, dead people are normal.

Of course, the real senior demon hunter's courage is getting longer and their resistance is getting higher, and it will not be like this.

Walking to the front of the refrigerator, he opened it and opened it with all kinds of rich ingredients and drinks. Zhu Peng took out a bucket of drinking milk, and then closed the lid and left. There is no need to replenish the cleaning or miscellaneous arrangement. In this villa area where the demon hunters live, everything will be completed by itself - not It is said that there are excellent servants to help sort it out, but it is unnaturally "complete".

Zhu Peng was also very uncomfortable before crossing. Before opening the refrigerator, imagine the ingredients you want. As long as they are normal, when you open the refrigerator, they will appear inside. Stand in front of the wardrobe and imagine the clothes you want. As long as it is a normal dress that does exist, any famous brand will appear in the wardrobe with your heart, that is, you can't imagine that the refrigerator and wardrobe are still refreshed every hour, and both the ingredients and clothing are quite high-grade.

"If there is no demon hunting mission that you must participate in, it is actually very comfortable to stay here." After taking a sip of the fragrant and mellow milk, Zhu Peng stretched out his waist like this.

The world Zhu Peng is currently in is a different world that he doesn't understand at all. Science and technology is probably at the end of the 20th century in the west of the earth. Electricity, automobiles and other existences have been widely used. In many aspects, they are not inferior to the earth's 21st century, but I don't know why, aerospace and computer networks The popular application is not as strong as the earth at the same time.

There is almost no exploration of outer space, and there are not too many invasions in the sky. Computers exist, but they still stay on large game consoles. The degree of playing games on the Internet has no intention of connecting the whole world at all.

Although the specific reason is not known, Zhu Peng is vaguely aware that this limitation should be caused by the power of ghosts and gods in the world. Whether it is gods or ghosts, most of the ordinary people in this world are in a state of shallow faith. Although there are special theism and clergy, once Zhu Peng was forced into the church by an evil spirit in a demon hunting mission, and he did not see that. On the contrary, the evil spirit and Zhu Peng fought to death, and the whole church was almost in ruins under the aftermath.

Record of the Outline of Evil Spirits: "1. Ordinary human beings must not turn back when encountering evil spirits (ghosts) at any time. They can run for their lives or even roar, but they must not turn back. The specific reasons involve many aspects, but the probability of thousands of years has been confirmed.

When encountering evil spirits that can't be fought against, those who encounter ghosts who 'do not turn back' are often nearly seven times more likely to survive than those who encounter ghosts who 'look back'.

"2, never invite a psionic creature into your private space, even if you think he or she is not an evil spirit.

Everyone's private space actually has a layer of protection that ordinary people don't know. This kind of protection is just aimed at the existence of human beings, but it is an unavoidable obstacle for psionic creatures.

In many secular legends, evil creatures often do not plot to kill human beings from the beginning. They will transform into many appearances to win the sympathy of human beings. The most typical is to transform into women or children, but when human beings invite them or them into the house, the protection of personal space no longer exists. At that time, for ordinary human beings, their own safety should be maintained by ghosts, evil spirits, or the 'conscience' collectively referred to as psionic creatures.

It was night. After completing the task, Ino and Eliza parted ways after completing the income distribution. They went to the store to buy two large leather bags and medicines. Then Ino slowly returned to his dog kennel. Although it was "a little" dirty and messy, this is a place that can be called "home" and can sleep relatively peacefully. .

After a meal, it was not delicious, but at least after the nutritious supper, Ino walked into a life-sistence warehouse similar to a large capsule, covering a machine shaped like sunglasses in front of him. The spiritual signal was instantly connected, but it was a virtual network technology that was thousands of times higher than the earth in the past.

"Samurai Class: Ino Afar logged in, there is a new duel video update, do you want to watch it?"

The calm and indifferent male voice sounded in his ear. Although the virtual voice can be adjusted to the most soft and beautiful female voice, Ino usually practices, and the heart-hearted ape is determined. It is not enough. How can he add ** to his own life at will?

Therefore, the electronic synthetic sound he chose is not only unpleasant, but can even be called unpleasant and harsh, as hard as ice.

"Who are the two sides of the duel and what is the level of combat effectiveness?"

"Yongye Daqin Warrior Class: Jianzong Bailie, combat strength: 3780

Yongye Daqin Samurai Class: Magic Swordsman Su Yuqing, Combat Power: 4320"

"Watch and connect the communication number."

With the confirmed words, the strong meta-signal introduction made the temples on both sides of Ino's head lying in the living warehouse stingle. However, when he woke up from the strong tingling pain, he was already in the fighting field of war and knife light.

"Ding............"

The battle has been fully carried out in the electric light.

Because he was in the state of "watching online", Ino's consciousness was completely attached to Jianzong Bai Lie. At this moment, he watched Su Yuqing, who was dressed in snow white, disappear in an instant, crossing a distance of 100 meters, and instantly appeared on the side of "self". The long knife at his waist had inexplicably appeared in his hand, head-on. It's a direct cut to yourself.

Fast, fierce, accurate, clean and neat knife skill cuts through the air. It was as smooth as a hot knife cutting butter. The consciousness of Ino, who was attached to Jianzong Bailie, was completely shocked. In a trance, I almost saw the scene of being stabbed in half...

However, Ino's irresistible knife skill does not mean that Bai Lie, who is a swordsman, can't stop it. The sword-bearer's "hate" also appeared in his left hand out of thin air. The sky held this fierce blow. The rage formed by the collision of two knives turned into a whirlwind that tore the ten-meter square of the ground, while Bai Lie counterattacked, wrapped in extremely strong darkness. The breath split the hate knife vertically. As a woman, Su Yuqing did not catch it hard, and her body flashed, but she attacked it with extremely sharp knife skills supplemented by spells.

For a moment, the two had slashed thousands of blows with two knives, one black and one white. During the wonderful and dazzling places, I don't know how many viewers were stunned in the void: This is the terrible strength of the superior warriors of the Qin Empire.

However, except for the first knife, there is no blade engagement between the two sides. There is only a piece of black and white light and shadow, which is both a knife light and a shadow. The space of more than ten square meters is filled like snowflakes, but it can not hurt the other side, because there is no powerful force on both sides, just fighting skills.

As a woman, Su Yuqing is difficult to compare with Bai Lie, who is addicted to martial arts in pure martial arts, but she has refined the way of martial arts for many years, and all kinds of spells have followed with one knife, and the power of space knives has soared more than tenfold.

The martial arts fighting spirit is fierce and rapid, and the magic spell is magnificent, and the endless explosive power of magic is bound to the three-foot blade, which is the invincible realm that all magic swordsmen dream of.

About 20 minutes, Ino suddenly sat up and stood upright and threw away the machine on his eyes, and then rushed into the bathroom on the side of the house and vomited with the toilet in his arms. Now Ino, the samurai level is no more than black iron, and the mage level is also an apprentice. They are all the lowest titles.

Actually, Ino is not qualified to watch that level of duel at this time, not to mention the first personal feeling from Bai Lie's first perspective...

After vomiting for a long time, I leaned weakly on the toilet and gasped. Looking at my palm, the weak and trembling palm was crying with a wry smile. Who knows, I'm not Ino Afar. My name is Zhu Peng, a former remnant of the earth: Zhu Peng.

In 2015, I just got into college and found a girl. With the blessing of my family and friends, I was preparing to live a happy life without shame for four years. However, a meteorite bigger than the earth in the universe changed me... or the fate of all people on earth.

Human technology can't change the trajectory of the giant meteorite at all. It took less than half a month from discovery to impact, but the expected end of the world did not come. With the collision of the giant meteorite larger than the earth, the astronomical telescope was stunned to find that the meteorite was full of people, and then... impacted.

There was no explosion, no destruction, and nothing expected. The giant meteorite exceeded all the assessments of known science and rational predictions and directly "squeezed" into the earth. In addition to making the earth several times bigger, it brought the people on the meteorite to the earth.

However, the real disaster actually came.

There was no explosion, no doomsday. Human beings on the earth cheered. However, many years later, the stupid earthlings knew that the giant meteorite was simply the "infantry landing ship" of the Yongye Qin Empire. A medium-sized imperial corps of 500,000 people came to the earth. Except for mages, they were all heavily armored. The tenatical warriors are like the products of the earth's medieval civilization.

The Violet Kendo Competition is the largest competition in the youth community in M province. 53 qualified colleges and universities in the province will send the seven best kendo teenagers in the college to compete for the highest honor once every five years. The championship prize is as high as one million, which is enough for a family of three to be safe and happy for more than 20 years. As for the honors won for the college after winning the championship, the potential value can be tens of millions.

Therefore, winning a good ranking in Violet Kendo can affect the direction of further education in the next five years to a certain extent. No institution of higher learning will not do its best...

However, at this moment, on the field of the violet kendo final, there is no performance of the swordsman who fights for the tiger dragon to win honor and benefits. In the field, there is a side that may not be seen in a hundred years.

A pale swordsman with a pale face was put down by three moves by a swordsman with a tiger's back and waist. The big sword made of coarse wood even swept the pale young swordsman out ten steps away, and the referee immediately announced the victory or defeat of the game.

In the fourth round of Kendo Competition, the main player of Hanze College Anthony's team was defeated by Fello, the deputy general of the Sword Dragon Team of Thorn College. Oh, my God, this is the most unacceptable event I have ever seen in the three Kendo competitions I have hosted. How did Anthony of Hanze College win the violet final? The main players are all this virtue. Did their opponents compete with them after they had a bad stomach?

The referee's words almost represent the wishes of the audience at the scene. The representative team of Hanze College, which has been defeated four times in a row, is either thin or fat, and has fewer normal swordsmen, but they are not pale-faced wine-colored or bad people with black hair. In the year, such a team has four swordsmen, but even the chief deputy general of the Sword Dragon Team of Thorn College, Farrow, failed to be put down. If such a team reaches the final, there is no trick in it, and the ghosts don't believe it.

Farrow on the field also thought so. He held the huge two-handed epee with one hand and was surprised by the fragility of his opponent, but what surprised him more was the calmness and cruelty after the opponent's defeat, and even the faint pity and pride in his eyes.

"Daw, what on earth are you bastards proud of? Are the three swordsmen behind the super strong? Do you want to save the situation with three smart swordsmen? Faro silently thought that he could become the deputy general of the Sing Dragon Team, which was full of strong men. He relied not only on his own body and talent, but also on a more agile mind and a calm mentality.

However, after the next two arrays, there is still a one-sided situation. The two swordsmen behind Hanze College are still soft-handed goods. That swordsmanship and martial arts skills are more limited than ordinary people, and at best, they are a enthusiast.

However, what makes Faro crazy is that every time he knocks down an opponent, the contempt and pity in the opponent's eyes are more and more powerful. Even if he knocks down the opponent hard, he can't dispel the confidence and pride in their eyes.

"Why, why, why are you so confident, relying on that little ruffian with black hair?"

He roared like an angry giant bear and knocked down the last opponent. The furious Farrow roared and pointed the wooden sword in his hand directly at the last contestant of the Violet Anthony team, a black-haired swordsman who had been sitting there with his eyes shut.

There were some weak words from the host outside the court: "Now, please invite the three generals of Anthony of Hanze College, Casa and Anthony, to play. Damn, after the game, you must organize an investigation team to investigate Hanze College. I seriously suspect that they are suspected of cheating. Let's see what they made the sacred Violet Kendo Competition look like. I think I'm like a street clown. If that little black-haired ruffian can win the "Giant Bear" Faro, I will kiss the donkey's buttocks..."

Irreed the dissatisfied words of the host outside the venue, black hair, and even the black-pupil Casa, Anthony slowly stood up straight, and at the same time raised the wooden straight-backed long knife in front of his knee. At the same time, the cheerleaders of Hanze College, which had been as quiet as dead since the entrance, danced fiercely and cheerfully as the medicine at this moment. The flying miniskirt and the girl's fiery mood covered the boos in the field.

Casa insisted on such a strange straight-back arcless wooden knife on the field. His dark eyes were only slightly open, but Farrow, who was stared at, was like a lamb stared at by a tiger. The hair all over his body exploded, and the inexplicable fear surged from the bottom of his heart, like a strong herbivores, finally met a stronger bloodthirsty. Beasts.

The long knife was slightly crossed in front of him, and the muscles of the whole body were undulating under the movement of the will. "One knife is cut off, and the man and the horse are broken. It is the sword of the Tang Dynasty."

He whispered a word that Farrow didn't understand at all, and Casa's eyes flashed with a terrible and dark light.

"Bang, click."

At the moment when the referee announced the start of the game, it was cut with a knife and accommodated 15,000 people. Only the cheerleaders of Hanze College still cheered and rejoiced, but their flying pink-legged jade arms and miniskirts could no longer attract the attention of anyone on the court.

Casa cut it with a knife, fast, fierce, accurate, and has been practicing swordsmanship since childhood. However, at the age of 20, Faro, who has experienced a hundred battles, only came to block the sword. The next moment, the huge sword in both hands was broken, and the protective clothing was broken. Between Faro's strong chest and abdomen, he directly shot blood, as if he had been cut and killed by a giant beast.

"Pause, on the medical wing, hurry up. Referee, I accuse Anthony of the third general of Hanze College of using illegal materials to make weapons. This kind of wound is by no means caused by wood and bamboo. The instructor of Thorn College covered the wound on Farrow's chest, and his face was full of blood, but he roared like crazy. He was a gentleman with strict etiquette and self-discipline. At this moment, he almost roared like a madman under the serious injury of the students.

All his requirements have been met, but if you don't accuse, this charge can be established. Casa, the third general of Hanze College, casually gave the wooden Tang knife in his hand to an inspector, but after a moment, the expert came to the conclusion: "Except for modeling, this weapon meets the rules of the competition in all aspects. Then, and the arc-free knife does not conform to human mechanics. To cut out the same killing, the users of this kind of knife often have to pay more power and more accurate control..."

"Brother, don't see blood again in the next game. Do you have to hurt people so seriously to be satisfied?"

During the suspension of the game, Casa took the sweat towel in the hands of the sexy female tutor with an indifferent face, and then wiped it randomly - just a second of the game, but with a knife, can sweat.

However, at this moment, a beautiful girl with bright blonde hair came over and stood on the side of Casa, with her hands on her waist, and put on a strict and hostile teapot shape. Her bright and stubborn little face was full of grievances and vague worries, but because of the touching cuteness, it only made people feel more happy. Love.

In the face of such a sister and such a question of implicit concern, Casa only frowned. The stern expression made the girl with blonde eyes like an exquisite doll afraid, but her stubborn eyes were tearful and refused to flow easily.

"Don't worry about men's affairs and girls. There is no determination to defeat the enemy with one blow. How can you defeat the enemy and prevent them from getting hurt? Do you want them to slow down and cut me?"

As if he waved his clothes angrily, Casa turned around and walked to the ring. At this time, the inspector happened to deliver the straight knife, but was waved away by Casa.

"Forget it, I'll use another sword to convince the remaining bastards."

After the words, Kasa rushed up. Kasa picked up the two-handed epee lying in the pool of blood with his feet. He held the seemingly weak arm with one hand. With this wooden sword soaked in the owner's blood, he pointed straight to the remaining swordsman of the Thorn College. The cold and stiff cheeks combined with the magic black hair and black pupil made the whole audience feel pain. The long-suffering audience cheered like a tide. This is power, this is violence. This is the peak of violet swordsmanship. Even the host who has just been full of dissatisfaction is roaring: "I will kiss a donkey in public on the public channel after the game."

However, the fiery atmosphere in the scene put great pressure on every swordsman of Thorn College. They hate and get angry, but they are suppressed by the atmosphere in the field.

"Daw, you Satan who deserves to go to hell."

A swordsman of Thorn College can no longer stand this difficult oppression. Before the referee announced the beginning, he had already walked to the center, like a python that came out of the hole, killing fiercely to Casa. In front of Anthony, it was just such a fierce blow, such a terrible swordsmanship, just made him lose quickly. The shadow of the sword flashed, and the huge wooden sword with both hands was like a whip in Casa's hand. With just one blow, it hit the opponent out like a top. It is worth noting that this time the opponent did not bleed, but his right plate ribs collapsed several obviously. Such a serious internal injury is definitely better than the skin of the "giant bear" Faro. Trauma is ten times more difficult to treat.

It's just that Casa's sister doesn't know much about this, so her stubborn face calmed down a lot, and even the two bright tears dripped down, "Really, it's like this every time. I hate my brother the most."

There are six rich women in Hanze College and a beautiful and touching woman, but most of her brains flow into the chest. There is an disapproval on her face, but they will not be seen by the beautiful stubborn princess.

In addition to the fact that the deterrence of a man has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, this pure and kind-hearted and touching princess is indeed a gift from God to the world - unfortunately, she grew up beside "Satan". I don't know how many people in Hanze College have pounded their chests and feet for this, which is very painful.

Obviously, it was a heavy wooden sword in Casa's hand, but it turned like a spear. The big sword flower was thrown out by his one hand, covering the sword body to frighten people's eyes. The clear sharpness gives people a feeling of instinctively closing their eyes. He can try to open his eyes before Kasa's sword, even if it is a sword since childhood. The skill is not in vain. At least I have developed a lot of courage, and I can make some achievements in the future.

Unfortunately, the gap is the gap. The sword is not stupid and bold. When the fourth player was put down by his opponent with a sword and spit blood. When he was so injured that he couldn't get up within half a year, the remaining three swordsmen of Thorn College completely collapsed. They collapsed because of fear and despair. After today, they were afraid I can't use a sword anymore.

It's just that at this moment, they howled and burst into the courage of their whole lives. The three people rushed to the field regardless of the obstruction of their mentors. One by one, they and the belief of collapsing with the swords, they put out the most ferocious and brilliant sword skills in their lives.

Brush! Brush! Brush! In the face of the fierce combination of the three swords, Casa did not retreat or jump, but rushed in. As soon as his wrists trembled, a sword flower flashed out. The shadow of the sword spewed out like a rainstorm gave the three people a feeling of "He is attacking me with all his strength."

The three people's original forward swords were suddenly stiff. The trajectory and changes of the sword could be found in an instant. A trace of coldness suddenly broke out in Casa's slightly closed eyes. At the moment of the handover of the four wooden swords, he suddenly dodged sideways, rotated his waist force, took a short step, and then suddenly started to turn over, and the sword light flashed.

His whole body seemed to be attached to the sword. In an instant, he changed from holding the sword in one hand to holding the handle with both hands. The wooden sword in his hand touched the other three wooden swords without even a sound. Obviously, it was three wooden swords of the same material, and it was directly cut into six pieces. .

The yin and yang handle, hold it with both hands, and chop the sword!

Step up and turn over and chop!

After that, brush your clothes and hide your name.

After cutting off the wooden swords of the three swordsmen of Thorn College, Zhu Peng just kicked the three directly down and did not hurt them. Because as swordsmen, their spirit or "sword heart" has been abolished. In the future, unless there is a major mental stimulation, he will give up the dignity of the swordsman and never want to go further in his life. The achievements.

The most time-travel of Diablo, recommended chapter

In 2011, on the open seas, an unregistered luxury tanker was sailing slowly on the blue sea. Gaga! Gaga! A big rooster with black feathers and red tops made a sad cry. A man in a black dress held the chicken to his neck and cut off the chicken's head with a long knife in his hand. The red and black blood splashed everywhere, and only the dark chicken body was still faint **. The man cut off the chicken's head with a knife and threw it into the sea. Regardless of the blood-stained hands, he said loudly, "The martial arts competition begins."

A pair of strong and powerful palms with blue veins grasped Zhu Peng's beautiful cheeks in the shape of tiger claws. Looking at the fierce and fierce wind, Zhu Peng knew that as long as he was hit by this claw, his whole face would be directly torn off. There was nothing he could do. The murderous spirit of the shape of a tiger was too heavy. Zhu Peng met him with two fists. With a sound, the four pairs of strong arms fought fiercely. Zhu Peng exhaled and exerted his strength with his opponent. The blue veins on the four arms stretched out like rattan for a moment. They stood up and protruded with great strength, but they were stalemate for a moment. Their eyes were facing each other, fierce, violent, desperate and lonely. Zhu Peng saw it in his opponent's eyes. With so many emotions, the expert will know whether there is or not as soon as he reaches out. In fact, the moment the two fights, the gap between the two sides has been separated. If you fight again, it will be five points of effort and five points of fate. However, the audience around them will never be satisfied with such a result. They spent a lot of money to watch the two people's martial arts competition. What they want to see is blood stimulation, despair and death. What they want to see is the fate.

Listening to the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies around, they have been crazy by the atmosphere in the scene at this time. They have completely given up their usual dignified manners and crazy roars. It is not enough to vent the excitement and enthusiasm in their hearts. It is ridiculous that the two masters who hit the peak can only Here, he was surrounded by people watching the battle until he died like a chicken fight. Zhu Peng sighed helplessly in his heart, but there was a reason to have to win. His eyes suddenly opened, and his bright eyes had a straight power in his eyes, which shocked the other party. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhu Peng suddenly breathed, and the righteous boxing he practiced was exquisite. The upstity is long-lasting, the breath is deep and far away, and the playing method is fierce and fierce. His whole body is shaking, his chest cavity and lungs are moving, exhaling, and his body naturally forms a huge shock force, pushing the deadlocked opponent away, roaring!

Zhu Peng stepped forward, bowed his body, bulged his back, and exhaled a deep airflow with his body. At the same time, he raised his arm and hit the opponent in front of him. The big axe opened the mountain. The arm was thrown out along the trajectory of his body like a big axe. He was about to cut on the opponent's top door. This punch was not counted as the dark power of Zhu Peng's heart, but the power of the body was more than 800 catties, that is, No matter how hard the head is, in the face of this big axe hammer killing, there is only a burst of the end, but the opponent has been broken by Zhu Peng at this time, but he can't resist for a time. He can only wait desperately for death to come, "Kill him, kill, kill."

The crazy howl all over the scene, and those rich and rich people can see the victory or lose at this time. The crazy roar forms waves of sound. The terrible skills cast by China's 5,000 years of blood and fire have become the ridiculous toys of those rich and rich people looking for excitement at this moment. How sad it is. " No." At this time, a Qingyue's voice came to Zhu Peng's ears through the noise all over the scene. It was a simple girl, which was so out of place among the luxurious guests. Her not very beautiful face was like a clear spring in the turbid world, moistening the hearts of the tired, but her face was full of anxiety at this time. Desperate, this distressing expression made Zhu Peng's hand axe slow down. Only this time, the other party was also an experienced boxer. In an instant, his waist and abdomen were hard, and he jumped as fast as escape. His whole body took off under Zhu Peng's fist. "Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~" Qingyue's bell rang, halftime, Zhu Penggen He didn't care about the reaction of the opponent and the audience. He turned around and left, leaving only a lot of boos. In a person's locker room, Zhu Peng stretched out a slightly red and swollen hand and took out a very well-preserved and exquisite ancient book "Record of Chinese Art" from his cabinet and looked at the words that the master above annotated for himself little by little. "The beginning of people , nature is good. Penger, remember that only by retaining a sense of righteousness in his heart can the martial arts truly play the most powerful boxing skills that are fearless and fierce.

Zhu Peng is just an orphan. In his childhood memory, he has no father or mother. There is only one master who is proficient in boxing. Master, master, like a master. This sentence can explain the relationship between Zhu Peng and his master. The father and son get along very well with each other. Although they are bitter, they are happy. However, in the past two years, Zhu Peng's master often vomited blood and suffered from serious illness because of the root cause of martial arts practice when he was a teenager. Zhu Peng could not be indifferent, so he secretly participated in the black market boxing competition. For martial artists in modern society, this is not a way to make money, but Zhu Peng did not know that he had suffered since he was a child. The boxing skill of spiritual practice has reached this point. No matter who the opponent is, no matter what kind of boxing skill the opponent practices, no matter what kind of reputation the opponent has, there is only one result under his fists. So, he made a name. It's just, master, master, is there any righteousness in my boxing?

"Hate" was in Zhu Peng's incomparable pain. The door of the lounge was kicked open heavily. The fat man who came in waved back the bodyguard beside him and shouted at Zhu Peng: "Bastard, you just had a chance. Why don't you kill him and kill him? As long as you kill him, you can get five million dollars, and I can win the bet. Gambling, what the hell are you thinking about? He scolded and stretched out his fat hand like a pig's trotter. He came to hit Zhu Peng, but he saw Zhu Peng's blue cheeks and blood on his face, as if he couldn't help beating him to death. The fat man's courage suddenly leaked out, and he put down the high pig's trotter. He knew the strength of the man in front of him, which was almost inhuman. However, after all, the profiteers who crawled over in the mall naturally relaxed their faces and changed the topic and said softly, "Zhu Peng, my Zhu Daxia, I know you are righteous, but what's the use of that? Can your master's illness be cured with conscience? You go up and kill the waste just now, and you will get five million US dollars. No, I will add another one million or six million US dollars for you. With this money, your master's illness can go to the United States to find the best doctor and cure your master's illness with the best medicine. What are you still hesitating about? Kill it. Anyway, you didn't beat him. If you have died, kill it. Kill this one again, and everything will be over.

Zhu Peng looked at the snoring fat man in front of him with an indifferent face. In this way, he could beat 200 wastes with one hand. However, so what? No matter how high his martial arts are, he can't eat or spend it as money. Therefore, he could only restrain his temper and bow his head and said like a grandson, "Yes, boss, I will kill him in the next game."

The rest time was only ten minutes. Soon, Zhu Peng and the martial artist opposite appeared on the ring of life and death again, facing each other, "Xingyiquan, Wu Jie, thank you for not killing my brother just now." The tough man opposite, who had not spoken since the beginning of the game, suddenly hugged his fist and said something. Zhengqi Fist, Zhu Peng. Zhu Peng also obeyed etiquette and responded with his fists, but at this time he no longer had a polite mind. Wu Jie looked back at the girl who made him lucky enough to die in the last game and said slowly, "Brother, although I am grateful to you, I also know that your boxing skills are profound, but I can't die. I promised my daughter to wash my hands in a golden basin if I win this game. Go back to your hometown with her, brother, brother, I can't lose. With that, he slowly put on a calm posture, and Zhu Peng also put on the posture. In this game, he couldn't afford to lose.

"Master, don't worry, I have paid the money. Don't worry, Master will get better. Well, I'll be back soon. Don't worry, I'm fine."

The facilities on the tanker are very complete. Six million US dollars have been transferred to Master's account at this time. This money should be enough to make Master's illness and even spend his old age. Zhu Peng thought of this and smiled easily. This smile is an incomparable sense of relief. At this time, his high-end dress, with his temperament and body shape, is also the top existence in a boat of politicians and merchants, attracting countless exposed and charming women linger beside him, but his eyes did not notice these at all, just staring at the girl in front of him like a clear spring, whose father had just died. The dear girl seems to be just the age of a young man at this time, but looking at her muscles and bones, her father's physical boxing skills seem to have been a little angry. Looking at the girl gradually approaching, Zhu Peng diverted his eyes and casually found a rich lady to talk. Looking at the rich girl, his face was blushing and excited. Zhu Peng suspected, even if At this time, she pulled her to bed, and the girl would not refuse.

The girl behind her was getting closer and closer. Zhu Peng didn't need to look at it at all. She felt that there was an opportunity. A sharp cold suddenly stabbed from the vest. Zhu Peng suddenly turned around and saw the girl suddenly draw a knife and stabbed straight into his heart. The action was crisp and sharp. In the eyes of ordinary people, it can be said to be fast. It was incomparable, but in Zhu Peng's eyes, she felt extremely slow. From her drawing a knife, lifting her hand and stabbing out, the whole action was like the slow motion of the movie. In Zhu Peng's eyes, it was decomposed into countless scattered fragments. Slowly, it was a little ridiculous. The slow and incomparable knife deeply pierced Zhu Peng's chest, the whole world The world was red. Zhu Peng looked at the girl in front of him with a smile. There was no surprise and resentment in his smile, only incomparable relief. He just wanted to take a last look at this spring-like girl. His strong body slowly fell down, and a strong blood gushed out of his mouth and nose. At this time, he could almost clearly feel the pierced with the other party's blade. That cold touch is in great contrast to the blood temperature of the heart.

Hate, so what, the world has nothing to do with me. With this idea, a future martial arts master, slowly and extremely relaxed, closed his eyes.

Two small figures lay on the fence next to the pub, looking at the staggered flow of people, a heroic knight with a long sword in armor, a thick and heroic wild barbarian, and the looming white and tender thighs under the skirt of the beautiful mage sister, and the swaying round shape of the sexy assassin. , upturned buttocks. Here, this is really the world of Diablo. I really traveled through it. Zhu Peng looked at an undead mage with a snow-white skeleton, which once again confirmed his conjectures countless times in the past seven years.

"You always believe it this time. This is a world of games. We are blessed travelers and the real masters of the future of this world." A petite and cute girl beside Zhu Peng has instilled a strange idea in Zhu Peng countless times. The slightly raised corners of her mouth reveal an inexplicable superiority. It may be that she fell in love with martial arts in her last life and had less contact with secular things, so Zhu Peng's acceptance ability was poorer, and she was already very clear about "crossing". It is indeed a very common recognition that it took Zhu Peng seven or eight years, which is far less than the girl around him who has adapted to the world since she was a child. Zhu Peng did not respond to the words of the girl around him. He just thought quietly, thought, and crossed into the world of Diablo. In this way, I will also become a transferor in the future, waving the iron fist of justice to the monsters from hell for the sake of this world and human beings???

Zhu Peng shook his head mocking himself and gently frowned his right hand. He seemed to be quite helpless and said, "This is too talkative. The tide of crossing is really unstoppable." While complaining in a low voice, the corners of his mouth couldn't help raising a smile. After all, he was a teenager in his last life. The smile at the corners of his mouth couldn't help expanding. The laughter turned into laughter, and the laughter turned into crazy laughter. Wait, waiting for me, who is proficient in martial arts, to punch the big pineapple, kick the little ink, save the world from water and fire, and then hold the mage sister on the left, hold the assassin's beautiful girl on the right, and sit on a hot Amazon in the middle, the more The more excited Zhu Peng was, and finally he couldn't help laughing. In the flow of people, on the market, a seven-year-old child was fierce and laughing wildly, dripping from inexplicable saliva at the corners of his mouth.

A warrior who was almost crazy in modern society crossed into such an era of chaotic killing. There were a group of enemies from hell who waved an iron fist representing justice to the evil hell monsters under the support and love of the people, and there were countless beautiful girls crying and shouting for their lives to die. At this time, how can Don't laugh, is this the legalization of violence?

"Ha~ha~woo~woo~woo~" laughed for a long time and turned into a painful whine. Zhu Peng looked back and saw a beautiful woman with black hair. At this time, she held a strong bow and looked at herself with a jade face. This girl was a beautiful Rogge with an aristocrat status, her sister in her life.

"Wow~~" No matter what kind of freak he will become in the future, Zhu Peng is just a normal child at this time. It can't hurt to be so hard by a semi-transferred Rogge. At the same time, his sister waved the long bow in her hand and scolded: "Ino, you little bastard. I know how to fool around in one day, and now I'm still thruling classes. Do you still want to become a transferer? Do you still want to restore the glory of the aristocracy?

While scolding, he waved the long bow in his hand, but he just raised it high and put it down gently. It seemed that he was very reluctant to part with this brother. Some transferees and businessmen on the street saw it and seemed to be very familiar with this scene. They just watched the fun with a smile. There was even a transferor and scolded, "Miss Afar, don't waste your efforts. With the qualifications of your stupid brother, how can you become a transferee? It's better for you to marry me. In the future, I Come and take care of your stupid brother. I will inherit Afar's surname and restore the glory of your family. With unclean words in his mouth, a pair of cheap eyes couldn't help scanning the undulating curves of the girl's body. Hearing this, the beautiful Rogge archer stopped punishing his brother. The long bow was put on his side, and a cold light radiated in his eyes. Looking at the transferor, he said disdainfully, "A transfer hasn't burst out for six years. What is the right to inherit the glory of the Afar family with a piece of magic equipment? I'd rather marry a sinking magician than marrying you.

With a cold look and an indifferent tone, the transferred person's face turned red, and he was so angry that he was about to move forward. Several rogue archers behind Miss Afar took a step forward together, which made it clear that if you dare to mess up, we dare to fight in groups. The transferor looked at the beautiful Rogge opposite with a blue face, but also knew that he was not an opponent at all. Even if it was an opponent, is it easy to bully Kasha, the commander-in-chief of the Rogge Battalion??? You hit her Rogge soldier with your front foot, and she can break your head with her back foot.

Isn't it too shameful to retreat like this? Just as he hesitated, Zhu Peng, who had just been silent, suddenly said, "The sacrifice of my parents in the demon castle, and my uncle's desperate fight in Lu Gao. Is it in exchange for the humiliation and blow of the transferee?"

Although the righteous and angry words of the young man are not polite, they also give the transferor a reason to go down. The Afar family is an excellent family of transferors, and Zhu Peng's parents in this life were heroes who died bravely in battle. In such an era of longing for heroes, the achievements of former heroes are still very important. .

The transferor bent down the slope and bowed deeply, "I'm sorry, please forgive me for my unintentional offense just now." With that, he took out a bag of coins and put it on the ground, and then retreated step by step. The bag of coins was kicked away by Zhu Peng's sister's indignant, and the brilliance of the gold coins sprinkled all over the ground. The beautiful Luogra turned away with Zhu Peng, but I don't know if it was an illusion. When the black hair turned around and flew, there seemed to be a drop of crystal, quietly sprinkled.

At that moment, Zhu Peng clearly knew that the two people who had never existed in his memory were so important in his sister's heart.