Chapter 19 Black General 2

The pagoda is not big from the outside, but there is a sudden and cheerful feeling in front of you. The tones in the tower are contrasted by white and black, and a solemn and solemn feeling is spontaneous.

Han Feng followed the crowd, and by this time he had adapted to the invisible pressure radiating from the tower. But the solemnity from the air made him seem to have an illusion, and the atmosphere around him was full of a sense of killing.

They walked into the first floor of the pagoda. Although the area is not large, it gives people a feeling of openness and steepness. All of them took their steps lightly and stopped talking. Even the noisy summer demons closed their lips seriously. The tower was empty and there was nothing, but a huge ebony table of Eight Immortals in the middle of the south. There was a black iron incense burner on the stove, and there was a bunch of gray thread incense burning in the stove. The purple smoke floats in the air. The strangest thing is that there are many character stories painted on the walls and ceilings around the tower, just like Buddhist myths.

Han Feng's eyes are like a torch, and those stories are vivid in front of him. The surrounding walls depict an extremely fierce battle scene, and the middle wall is a god in a black helmet and black armor. The god's face is like a heavy date, the sword eyebrows are flying, and a needle text between the peaks of the eyebrows is more resolute. His armor is so black that I don't know what kind of metal it is made of. What's a god's head and hiss. What's more strange is that the god's ribs have wings, and his whole body is black, with four feet like snow stepping on the clouds, like a dragon.

Behind the black armored god are countless soldiers, with fierce battles and swords and guns... Among the enemy array opposite, there are countless heavenly beasts, ghosts, and formed demons, all of which are fierce and devoured. In front of the two armies, there were clouds and fog, and there were fallen gods and heavenly beasts... When Han Feng looked closely, he seemed to hear the sound of fighting from the picture. For a moment, he felt that his heart was shaken and unable to suppress himself. Han Feng was shocked and quickly withdrew his eyes from the painting.

Since Han Feng learned his magical skills, he has not been as uncertain as he is today... He saw that others were also attracted by the murals on all sides, but they were not as deeply fascinated by him.

"Rank, this is the Tianfeng God Tower. As soon as the son arrives, the black general will come..." Elder Zhuwei said in a low voice.

Everyone was surprisingly quiet at this time, and no one interrupted. Time passed slowly in the purple smoke, and the gray incense burned shorter and shorter...

A wisp of milky moonlight penetrated from the inclined window of the Tianfeng Tower. At this time, a strange sound of music sounded. The music seemed to be almost far away and elusive, as if it came from the upper floor of the pagoda, and as if it sounded from the ground... The milky white glow was getting brighter and brighter, and the tower, which was a little hazy at the beginning, suddenly lit up. The surrounding paintings seem to have come to life under the water-like light.

At this time, Elder Zhuwei had knelt in front of the portrait. His expression was extremely serious and pious, and he said words... At this time, Han Feng suddenly found that the eyes of the god in the middle radiated dazzling light. The divine light is as sharp as a sword, which makes people dare not look directly at it. Everyone was under a strange pressure and knelt on their knees. Han Feng said to himself, "A portrait has such a Wei Ling. I don't know how peerless the god was when he was alive at that time."

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Under the gaze of everyone, a purple light slowly appeared in the eyes of the god. The purple light contains a pair of black light armor, which radiates a dark and faint light in the milky white light. Compared with black and white, it is very strange. Everyone is a tall man from the three mountains and five mountains. They are usually well-informed, and they can't help but be stunned at this moment.

Slowly, with about a cup of tea, the milky light gradually faded away, and the light on the black armor also disappeared, and a dark armor appeared in front of everyone. The armor stands upright like someone wearing a helmet, lock armor, leg protection and combat boots, which is ten feet tall. A breath seems to come from ancient times. Although the owner is not wearing armor, he has a fearless momentum to dominate the world.

At this time, those people of Fengling God's Mansion had bowed to the ground and said respectfully, "Fengling God Slave, congratulations on the 500th birthday of General Black, and I will never forget the heart of the Lord..." People began to read words, and the sound of humming sounded through the tower full of piety.

"It turns out that the so-called black general is this black armor..." Han Feng's shock was beyond words.

The eyes of those masters from all over the world were also full of respect and said in unison, "I wish General Black a long life and walk on the world again"

The "Black General" stood there quietly. Although he had no words, it made people feel a kind of pleasure rising from his heart, as if he felt the worship of everyone.

Han Feng was wondering, and a voice suddenly remembered in his ear: "Bad boy, the black general is the treasure of the ancient fairy family, which has been guarded by the Fengling Shenfu for generations, and his status is extremely respected..." Just as he was about to go on, he suddenly said urgently, "If there is a chance to talk about it in detail, don't reveal your identity."

The sound of the heart is secret! Han Feng's voice was familiar, and suddenly Ling Nian flashed. He looked up and saw the drunken Taoist with a big wine gourd in the crowd looking at him with a smile. The drunken Taoist only glanced and flashed by. Han Feng also turned his head to look at him, but he didn't know why the drunken Taoist came here. He thought he wanted to take a moment to ask.

At this time, people were concentrating on the armor. I don't know why he suddenly appeared in front of people, and no one paid attention to Han Feng's surprised expression. Suddenly, Han Feng's heart jumped for no reason. He felt that the breathtaking black armor was very familiar. He suddenly looked up at the portrait and saw that the black armor general in the middle of the portrait was much gloomy at this moment. Although it was still lifelike, it had lost its initial look, especially when the general's armor was already Dark and gloomy. Han Feng was shocked, isn't it...?

"It's really a good pair of armor, but I don't know what it will feel like to wear it?" An old voice sounded faintly in the tower.

The people in Fengling Shenfu couldn't help changing their faces, and the masters in the tower turned their eyes to that place coincidentally, but the speaker was the old Qianyan.

Elder Zhuwei raised his voice and said, "Brother Fengju's words are disrespectful. Black General is the guardian object of my Fengling Divine Mansion for generations. What can ordinary people wear?"

"Ha ha, divine object? Those who are virtuous live in it. Fengling has been guarded for hundreds of years, and staying in Fengling forever is just a dead thing. Qianyan's voice is not loud, but the provocative meaning is extremely strong.

"Presumptuous, you don't open your eyes to see what this is...?" A young male disciple of Fengling Shenfu couldn't help scolding loudly.

Elder Zhu Qiang raised his hand to stop the young disciple's words and sneered, "Hmm, I haven't thought that the old man Qianyan has become a secular person who is passionate about fame and fortune for decades. It's really 'three days, when you look at him with new eyes'..."

The old man Qianyan's face did not change at all because of the irony of Elder Zhuwei. He laughed and said, "Old Zhuwei, what can you do to take away this black armor today?"

"Hey, I really picked up a stone to beat the dog, but the stone bit the dog. The years are unfavorable, and the sour butyl turned into a thief." A strange voice sounded at this moment, which was strange, although thin but clearly reached everyone's ears. This man is the big devil Xia Zuo.

"You are looking for death, Xia Lamo. I'm not afraid of you if others are afraid of you." The old man Qianyan gritted his teeth.

"Ha ha, I didn't expect to become a mad dog again." That summer, Zuo Davil pretended to stretch his nose around and smell it, laughing, "I said why is there a bitch's coquettish smell."

The old man Qianyan laughed instead of anger and said, "Wait a minute, I will let you know the end of the profit of words." He has no longer had the demeanor of the fairy bone just now, and his face is vicious.

"Do you want to take away the armor just in the name of an old man Qianyan? Do you still know that the sky is thick?"

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The masters of the three mountains and five mountains present are talking about it, and the pagoda slowly becomes noisy, and everyone's faces are full of complex look.

"He is not an old man Qianyan!" A female voice suddenly shouted. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the doorkeeper of the Jade Girl Gate. Although she is masked, the hidden beauty is still fascinating.

The old man Qianyan looked at the doorkeeper of the Jade Gate and said, "What evidence do you have to say that I am not the old man Qianyan. When did the Jade Gate also begin to understand men?" The indescribable ambiguity and obscene in the voice.

Although through the silk scarf, people can feel the anger of the door owner. She said slowly, "The world knows that the old man Qianyan is the world with the light skill of the crane dance for nine days, but he does not know that the old man Qianyan has been disabled since he was a child, with two feet one big and one small, so he worked hard to practice peerless light skills, and you are not."

Everyone looked at the feet of the old man Qianyan. Sure enough, their feet were the same size, and there was no difference. They couldn't help but make a big deal. Someone asked, who are you and why did you come here to take the armor in the name of the old man Qianyan?

"What did you do to the old man Qianyan?" The jade doorkeeper asked urgently.

"Hey..., those with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I will let you become a lustful girl and let you taste the fate of immortality, and I will tell you the whereabouts of the old man Qianyan..." The old man Qianyan no longer concealed his deeds when he saw that his deeds had been exposed, and his eyes were full of evil.

"What's the matter if you know it? Today, this religion will definitely take away this armor." There was no doubt that the grimness in his eyes was revealed.

The muscles on his face are slowly twisting and deforming, and his figure is thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye... After a while, the old man Qianyan, whose face was like a full moon fairy bone, had just turned into a thin and dark-faced middle-aged man, with his eyes flashing gloomy and looked very evil.

"Who are you? Where do you come from? The candlelight elder asked loudly.

Hum, the man sneered. You can close your eyes when you see my true face. He didn't see his body floated up like a ghost and went to the armor.

"Looking for death" shouted loudly. A young disciple of Fengling Shenfu suddenly rushed to the middle-aged man, with great courage and strong wind hunting in the air. The dark middle-aged man turned around and did not dodge, but looked coldly at the young disciple who rushed in.

People were cheering for the bravery of the young disciple. Suddenly, the teenager shouted in the air and rolled down the dust. When I looked at it again, the young disciple's face was dark and he couldn't live.

"What a severe toxicity, what a vicious method." People couldn't help losing their color and didn't see the man's behavior, which has killed a person.

"Who are you? Do you want to take away the divine armor just by some poisonous means? Don't bully me. There is no one in the Fengling Mansion. Elder Zhuwei said harshly that it seemed that he had been really angry. This was something that had never happened in the hundreds of years since the opening of Fengling Mansion.

"Ha ha, hell has no way to throw! If you want to take care of yourself, come here." The middle-aged man turned around with a gloomy smile on his face and continued to walk.

A fierce shout of "boldness" came out. The gray hair of the candle elder was windless. His hands had been raised, and his palms pointed to the halberd. The power of heaven and earth converged into the tower in an instant, and a whirlwind suddenly blew three feet in front of him. However, the whirlwind just formed itself, but it suddenly dispersed as if it were not strong enough. People looked at it. The elder candle slightly covered his right chest with his hand as if he had encountered great pain, frowned and his face was gray.

"You... you've been poisoned!" There was an incomparable shock in the voice.

"Ha ha, ha" The middle-aged man looked very proud and couldn't help laughing in his mouth. Suddenly, he smiled and shouted harshly, "If you don't want to die, don't work hard, otherwise you will only go to Huangquan early." He turned around and said this to many masters.

The crowd was noisy, and there were some indifferent people just now, and there were even some people who were optimistic about the play. At this time, they suddenly harmed themselves and suddenly panicked. Some people are secretly working hard to lift their energy. Suddenly, they are discouraged and their faces become extremely ugly. It seems that they have been tricked. Some people can't help cursing.

Han Feng was secretly lucky. Strangely, he had no discomfort in his body and said secretly in his heart, "It seems that he is not that person's target. He is spared..."

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"Damn it, you son of a bitch, you son of a bitch, you are really cunning. When did you poison us?" Xia Zuo, the big demon, shouted and scolded, "What kind of hero is this? There is a kind of real knife and a real gun..."

"Who the hell is your Excellency?" The jade doorkeeper asked.

"Hahahaha..." The man's proud laughter stopped abruptly, and a few words squeezed out of his teeth: "Ten plague kings"

Han Feng felt that the air in the tower seemed to suddenly tighten. It seems that these ten plague gods are famous.

There is an unwritten rule circulating in the Xuanhuang Empire. If it is not a last resort, it is better to offend a martial arts master than a poisoner.

The fierce name of the ten plague gods is almost known to women and children on this continent, but no one knows his true face, because everyone who has seen his true face has died. Legend has it that there was once a large sect of masters who formed a relationship with the ten plague kings for a small matter. That big sect gathered hundreds of good people from all over the sect to fight against the ten plague kings. Unexpectedly, on the day when the whole clan was ready to fight hard, a village girl-like man held a bouquet of flowers, said it was selling flowers, and walked around the clan. After the village girl left, the whole clan was poisoned, hundreds of people's bones were gone, and even the pigs, sheep and mice in the clan were all dead...

Since then, people all over the world have talked about poison. Instead of calling him the plague king, he called him the plague god. Unexpectedly, he entered the Fengling mansion today, and an ominous foreboding flooded into people's hearts.