Chapter 636, don't talk about ambition with immortals

It is difficult to say that "if you have ambition is not old" in the world of practice. No matter how amazing and gorgeous you are, no matter how talented you are, refining qi, building a foundation, taking off the sky, Buxu, Jin Dan, this step by step of accumulation and boiling is absolutely inevitable. No matter how amazing and excellent it is, borrowing all kinds of power, a monk cultivates to Buxu, very Zhi Jindan, you have to be two or three hundred years old anyway. At that time, you may have grandchildren in three generations, and then shout, "If you have ambition, you are not old, and if you have no ambition, you will live a hundred years old." Is it a bit like hitting yourself in the face?

The situation at this time is the same. Cang Hanzi tolerates Zhu Peng's sharp words with a sense of reading the changes of the world. His casual words are a top-secret thing, so that even if Zhu Peng knows that it is wrong, he is still attracted by his words.

"You have never seen the tragic situation of ambush for thousands of miles. You have never been to the bloody battlefield. You have never fought with the evil spirits who have come out of the depths of hell. You have not even participated in the Third World War. You have never been to the Nazi concentration camp. Look at the gray-white despair and happy and cruel depravity..." The quiet words reveal The secret of the monk world for a long time.

In fact, Zhu Peng has long suspected that killing Dao Da · Fa "Purple Night Secret" can only achieve something by slaughtering millions of creatures. Zhu Peng is killing extraterritorial Zerg to make up his fatigue. What about Zhu Yun, who created such a trick in the past?

If he had killed millions of monks in those years, the Blood Spirit Ridge would either be razed to the ground or dominate the monks' world. How could he build a high wall in the Qinling Mountains and slowly claim the king?

However, no matter how curious Zhu Peng is and how he explores it, he still can't know the secret. He has investigated and read all the file copywriting of that period, but the result is that in the past hundred years, there has been an extremely strange "blank history" in the earth and star monk world, whether it is good and evil demons or various paths. Monks, they are strangely calm in that hundred years of blank history. The Demon Gate did not fight with Shushan, and the Ghost Sect in the north did not fight with the Zhang family in the south. The whole monastic world fell into a strange silence, and it was "one of peace" for a hundred years.

Zhu Peng was puzzled by this situation. However, at this time, the words of the cold son were like a flash of lightning, which instantly penetrated Zhu Peng's thoughts that had become a dead knot, and let him connect the monk world with the secular world.

This is something he has never done before. You know, although the monastic world and the secular world are in the same plane, since Liu Bowen cut the dragon, it is like a pair of parallel and unintersect lines, and there is almost no great connection. Now, when Zhu Peng thinks about it carefully, he finds that the blank history of the hundred years of the monks is embedded in the most cruel and turbulent era of human history.

However, before Zhu Peng could continue with his thinking, Cang Hanzi's huge blue sword had been cut like an ice wave. There were also seven huge snow-white, half of them high, and black pupil snow bats with triangular giant tails behind their buttocks. Er, it is not correct to say that they are vicious blood cold bats. The seven in front of them In Zhu Peng's eyes, the snow bats are all the aura throughput of the foundation-building realm. The previous Cang Hanzi has already introduced their name: "Blood Cold Bat King".

"I'm cheating. I was actually attracted by his words, which made him procrastinate for such a long time." Throw away the thoughts in his heart and the messy regretful thoughts. At this moment, Zhu Peng was dedicated to kill the strong enemy in front of him in a short time.

I've heard him say before that there are more than 20 snow bat kings in this bat cave. If they kill together, whether Zhu Peng and Qin Yue can run or not is really two things to say.

At this moment, Qin Yue's battle is almost over. She is sweating, cold and staring. The sweat dripping from her forehead even dripped into her eyes, which made her sore and uncomfortable, but she still tried to widen her eyes, just to make herself not relax at all and be alert.

The spiritual rhinoceros man did not lose sight. He stood in front of Qin Yue, holding his strange soft sword, which was dark red at this time, but it was the sword that lost its aura. It was this tattered person who couldn't spit blood, so that Qin Yue, who held three spiritual charms, did not dare to act rashly or even dare to let go. A trace of looseness.

Just now, just now, Qin Yue was slightly distracted by the arrival of the seven-headed cold bats, and hesitated to assist Zhu Peng while suppressing the rhinoceros.

However, at this moment, in this flashing faint gap, the rhinoceros man forcibly killed under the successive bombardment of thunder, fire and ice, and flashed by Qin Yue at a very fast speed.

The sword weapon with a dark red halo forcibly dispersed Qin Yue's defense, and even cut open the protective shield of Qin Yue's foundation like a cone. If it hadn't been for Qin Yue's body wrapped in Zhu Peng's priest's black robe, at this moment, the fishy red sword weapon had already scratched off one of her arms, and might even take advantage of the opportunity to take Qin Yue. The head - you can't expect a well-bred, rich and beautiful man to have amazing willpower to endure the pain of breaking his arm.

Even if there are no terrible consequences one after another, the danger of almost breaking his arm has made Qin Yue's face sweat coldly. No matter how beautiful a woman is, if she doesn't have an arm, her charm will be greatly damaged. A living person is not an art statue Venus (is that the name? The woman with a broken arm, the broken arm will not bring her any beauty. And the loss of her own beauty is a terrible price that Qin Yue can't afford.

When the priest's black robe was cut @ by the dark red sword, a faint white smoke rose. The two layers of textured cloth even made a corrosive sound. Qin Yue was extremely knowledgeable. She knew that the priest's black robe on her body was at least a spiritual weapon, and as a high priest, even one was not How devout the high priest, this gorgeous priest's robe is also given a lot of magic attached to it. It looks like an ordinary spiritual weapon cloth robe, and the actual defense effect is not inferior to the spiritual weapon-level armored armored suit. And there are many functions. If it is placed in the auction house, it is at least the finale of millions of goods.

"Business is not as good as practicing politics. Simple trading is not as good as "the king's land under the world." Domineering exploitation.

After all, it is not a hundred battle monks who have experienced life and death. Even if they keep reminding themselves to concentrate and reminding themselves to concentrate, Qin Yue finally overflowed her mind a little. However, at this moment, the spiritual rhinoceros man rushed up with his sword, which was fierce and fierce, like a stringless arrow, with There is a murderous opportunity and violence that pierces everything.

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