MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 90 Qinghong
"Nanfeng Xiu? Ranked fifteen?"
Among the Yaozu, who will introduce themselves, directly say fifteen?
Except for the deceased disciple of the demon king, there will be no other people, and others will not be worthy. Feng Xing Mo looked up at the girl, blood red hair, mysterious repair, arrogant look, where there will be a mistake!
"Nanfengxiu? Fengxiu? Feng?" There is a word in the wind star, and the sweat on his forehead is already like the rain. "Is she the Phoenix of the royal family?"
The deceased disciple of the demon king naturally does not belong to any tribe, and naturally has the right to order any demon warrior, and is qualified to despise the incompetence of the wind star, and deprive him of his command. Even if he is a genius of a natural wolf, it is impossible to break this rule, that is, the Wolf King does not work either.
The wind star is not knowing what to say for a long time.
"Adult, you..."
"Retreat to the end, don't let me see you again. From now on, all the demon warriors listen to me." Nan Fengxiu said, and impatiently waved his hand. Feng Xing Mo is rude to her, she is qualified to directly kill the wind star, but now is not the time, and she does not like to casually blood, she thinks it is dirty.
The Yaozu is a place where the hierarchy is extremely strict. Since Nanfengxiu is a pro-disciple of the demon king, naturally she is the leader, no one will oppose it, nor dare to oppose it.
I don't see how Nanfeng Xiu moves. When the giant shield of the high person appears in front of her, one hand grabs the giant shield and throws it at the forefront of the demon queue.
The attack time of the music was much smaller, and it seems that most of it was absorbed by this shield.
The demon family has the appearance of Nanfengxiu, and the interference on the side of the comprehension is getting bigger and bigger. The pressure on Xiaozongmen is not increasing.
"Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not Taiwan. There is no such thing as anything, and it is dusty. It disturbs the hearts of the people, and the people who are in the chaos of the people also control the hearts of the people." At the end of the team of the real world, a round head The big ear, the kind-hearted monk, scorned a Buddhist saying, and then slowly closed his eyes and walked to the edge of the lake. With both hands, a giant clock with three feet tall appeared in front of everyone.
The monk used the boxing as a hammer and gently squatted on the wall of the giant clock. A long and long bell rang.
"The morning bell of the Six Buddha Temple!"
"Who is this monk? I actually moved the morning bell of the Six Buddha Temple!"
Even the disciples of Lushan were shocked.
Looking at the monk in front of the morning bell, Chen Qing carefully searched the memory in her mind, and then whispered to the ear of the youngest boy, "The person who controls the morning bell comes from the Six Buddha Temple, which is the cabinet of the Tibetan Classics." People, the law is enlightened, and the stars are shining."
"No name?" Standing on the front of the Lushan Mountain, the teenager repeated facelessly, seemingly somewhat surprised by this law.
"Enlightenment, the clarity of the mirror." Chen Qing whispered it again. "There is this morning bell, I believe that the music of the lake is not terrible. After all, it has been ringing for six thousand years in the Temple of the Six Buddhas. The music that counteracts the control of the district is still not a problem."
Standing next to the red beans, looking at the changes on the edge of the mirror lake, the leaves lacked a slight nod. "It seems that these talents are the seeds of the real robbing artifacts, each with a heavy treasure!"
"First break the instrument in the pavilion and say that the light resists the attack of the music, and it is useless." Red beans hold their own paper umbrella and look like they want to go directly to the lake heart kiosk.
"Wait." Ye missed a handful of red beans. "Don't worry, I think, you shouldn't have to shoot."
The red bean's arm was caught by the leaf lack, although the force was not strong, but her face was a little abnormal in an instant, I wanted to open the leaf missing, but I don't know why, my heart's thoughts moved, but my arm did not respond, so let The leaf is missing in the hand.
Ye deficiency did not notice the expression of red beans, but pointed to the direction of the disciples of Lushan. "There was a shield on the side of the demon. There was a morning bell at the Six Buddha Temple. As the leader of the right path, Lushan would not tend. After the people, the person who came out of the mountain, the most important thing is the face."
"I don't want to lose face when I lose my life."
It seems to be to prove the lack of leaves.
At this moment, a cyan Changhong rose from the shore of the Mingjing Lake.
This Qinghong originated behind a young boy. He first flew into the sky and sucked all the water vapor from the lake into Changhong, and then directly fell on the small pavilion in the lake.
The cyan Changhong swept a few lightnings and the turbulent flow that could tear the space, and directly smashed the pavilion of the pavilion. The thirty-seven instruments flashed a bright light in an instant.
Thirty-seven channels of sound waves visible to the naked eye, turned into thirty-seven kinds of various kinds of soldiers, directly to the cyan Changhong.
A deafening roar sounded.
The water of the entire Der Spiegel Lake, centered on the lake heart, directly flocked to the shore, and the lake heart was exposed to everyone's eyes.
The roar of the waves followed by a wave, the height of the lake water surge began to increase, and the eyes were hidden in the blink of an eye. But the faint room can see, every roar, the cyan Changhong will smash the singularity of a musical instrument, and then the direction remains the same, still straight to the lake heart kiosk.
After thirty-seven roars.
The lake disappeared, and there was no dripping water in the entire mirror lake. The pavilion of the lake heart disappeared completely within the horizon of everyone, including the thirty-seven instruments, even the fragments could not be seen.
The breeze blew, and a torrent of rain came.
In the breeze and drizzle, the cyan Changhong turned back and fell directly behind the young man in front of Lushan.
Everyone saw it at this time. The blue Changhong turned out to be a sword, a sword with a skull.
"蜀山青鸾!"
"It turned out to be the green sword of Lushan! Is the boy the head of Lushan? Isn't the Qingjian sword only used by the head of the mountain?"
The practitioners who can walk here are not unknown people in the realm of cultivation. If they are repaired for the time being, they will definitely not have a vision. Not to mention the Wang Jian, the third-order Shangpin, is almost a household name. It’s a sword repair, and there’s no one who doesn’t know how to be green.
Standing at the forefront of the ruling division, Li Jianqi, his eyes are straight, and he looks like he is drooling. When the little girl saw the sword that was missing from the leaf, she couldn’t move anymore. When she saw the green, the excitement almost fainted.
A blood-stained Nanfeng show, the eyelids are also a burst of light, pointing to the direction of the mountain, "Who is that person? Who knows who?"
Seeing the demon warriors around him all bowed their heads, and a pair of dare to speak, Nan Fengxiu slammed his feet, "Let the idiots of the wind department come over."
Just arrived at the end of the wind star Mo, soon ran the scalp and ran back, "Adult, what do you have to order?"
"What was the Changhong just now? Who is the person who controls Changhong?"
After all, it is very rare to walk around the world. Nan Fengxiu really does not know much about the realm of repairing the real world.
The previous battle wind star was naturally seen. At this time, I didn’t even think about it. “I told the grown-up, that Changhong is the Qingjian Wang Jian of Lushan. The person holding the sword is the master of Lushan’s generation. Last year’s star. The first place in the Yao test, Jiang Liuyun."
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