Chapter 1802: Like a Dream Bubble

Shu Jialan did not dare to blink, but washed his eyes with Buddha's light, and the dust and miscellaneous thoughts were gone. He looked again...

He still had a jade face and black hair, and a graceful posture.

Then the yellow leaves fell, and the shadows of trees danced in the distance.

Everything seemed to have never changed.

Shu Jialan suddenly remembered the scripture that the abbot had said, which was this sentence, flowing in his heart-"All things are like dreams and bubbles."

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Lu Qilang suddenly turned his head and asked.

Life is fresh, and the breath is condensed. It doesn't look like a fake demon, nor is it a bubble.

"Ha, there seems to be something strange in that forest." Shu Jialan subconsciously grabbed a small demon-subduing pestle, which was the pendant he originally hung around his neck.

He gently turned the small demon-subduing pestle between his thumb and index finger, using frequent small movements to cover up his inner shock: "What is it? It passed by in a blink of an eye."

"Really." Lu Qilang turned back, his voice was very calm: "My spiritual sense tells me that this place is very strange and dangerous. Don't look at things you shouldn't look at."

He really only looked at the road ahead, and it was Shu Jialan who always looked around.

"So...thank you for reminding me." Shu Jialan tried to keep himself calm.

If you encounter evil beasts when walking alone in the mountains, the more timid you are, the easier it is to become food. He lived alone in the mountains for many years when he was young, and he deeply understood this truth.

The two demon kings continued to move forward, and neither showed much abnormality.

But no one continued the topic just now. They kept silent at the same time.

The so-called curiosity about the companions and the so-called mission are not worth mentioning before their own safety. Only when you are alive can you have infinite possibilities.

The secret treasure left by the legend of the feather tribe has spanned thousands of years. Under normal circumstances, it is far from being something that these demon kings are qualified to touch. It is not known what the reason is that makes them gather here, which is just right. But the opposite of opportunity is the equally unpredictable danger!

Besides, the land of Shenxiao has been sealed for so many years. Even if there was no danger at the beginning, who knows if there is anything weird in the long time?

It doesn't matter if there is no danger, but if there is evil, it must not be dealt with lightly.

Lu Qilang's face was calm, and his steps did not slow down for a moment.

But the green leaf carved from jade in his palm was already full of cracks. As long as he relaxed a little, it would break completely.

...

...

"What do you think of Xiong Sansi?"

On one of the tree-lined paths, there was also a voice asking.

The voice came from the mysterious Taiping ghost messenger. At this moment, his expression was very cold, of course, covered by the mask, so that She Guyu could not see it... She Guyu, who kept a considerable distance, would not look at it at all.

She Guyu didn't even speak. She walked calmly in the shadows that seemed to be there and not there.

In this divine land, she could not completely enter the shadows.

Zhu Dali relied on the means of the Taoist Master of Taiping and did not care about any competitor. He was only a little afraid of the mysterious Xiong Sansi. Because the Taoist Master specifically emphasized that he should keep a distance from Lu Qilang and Xiong Sansi.

But She Guyu refused to talk, so he did not talk.

After walking for a while, Zhu Dali asked coolly: "Do you have any ideals?"

She Guyu was the most beautiful female demon he had ever seen in his life, or at least one of the most beautiful. In his opinion, her appearance would not be worse than that of Zhu Lanruo.

It's not that he couldn't walk when he saw a beautiful female demon, but they walked together all the way, and there was a little fate.

Just like most male monsters who saw She Guyu's face, they generally felt that... such a beautiful and pitiful female demon, the reason why she killed her entire family, I think there is some hidden reason that can be understood?

He considered himself chivalrous, and had some ideas of helping the weak and fighting against the strong, and some feelings of drawing swords to fight evil.

She Guyu still didn't speak.

"We are walking together, facing dangers and opportunities together. Helping each other is always better than being wary of each other... It's okay to chat casually."

Zhu Dali carefully recalled the way the drinkers in the tavern chatted, looked at the yellow leaves, and asked in a deep tone: "Whose poems do you like?"

"Better than mine." She Guyu said.

Zhu Dali was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"

"Answer your first question." She Guyu said in a light voice.

Even if she didn't like to communicate, she admitted that Zhu Dali was right. Helping each other is always better than being wary of each other... Although being wary is inevitable.

If you have to talk about some nonsense when you are walking together, it's better to talk about combat power instead of ideals and poems. In this world where monsters eat monsters, how many serious monsters will talk about ideals? In this cruel world, how naive do you have to be to maintain poetic sentiment?

Zhu Dali then realized that She Guyu was talking about Xiong Sansi being stronger than her.

He, who was listed as a Taiping ghost messenger, laughed softly: "Life and death sometimes only take a moment. How can we judge who is stronger without fighting?"

For him, it doesn't really matter who is stronger. Because in this Shenxiao land, everyone is stronger than him, and no one can be stronger than the Taoist master.

"I've seen him take action." She Guyu's voice was faint: "In Muntougou."

Muntougou is not a well-known name.

The origin of this name has long been untraceable.

But as a place of trial for geniuses of the demon race and a place where battles between geniuses frequently occur, Muntougou is really famous. Zhu Dali often heard the drinkers talk about it in the tavern, and even he would brag about it himself.

So he asked in surprise: "Xiong Sansi killed the bee-killing monk Mentougou? The battle that made him famous and became the eighth new king on the Heavenly Ranking? Were you present at that time?"

"That happened three years ago..." Sheguyu didn't want to talk more, and only said: "I watched the whole battle. Even if I was just the Xiong Sansi at that time, I am still not sure about it now. "

Zhu Dali guessed that the head of the She family might have taken She Guyu to Mentougou at that time.

"I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it..."

"Then don't ask." Sheguyu's voice became very cold, cutting off the communication.

"……oh."

Jiang Wang in the mirror world didn't know at this time that even though he had cut off from the Faceless Cult from the beginning, his traces were still captured. Now Moyun City is opening a huge net, waiting for him. The return of a faceless god... He had no way of judging. The power of the sky demon was beyond his imagination.

At this moment, he sat alone in the mirror, examining every detail in the Land of God's Sky.

The land of Shenxiao has its own magic, and the power of the red mirror cannot leave the tree-lined path and enter the dense forest. So more often than not, he could only rely on the divine seal and borrow Zhu Dali's sight.

Among all the demon clans participating in the competition, he was most afraid of Lu Qilang and Xiong Sansi.

The former has a terrifying spiritual sense and is easiest to detect his presence, triggering a group attack. The latter had the most and longest preparations for the land of Shenxiao. Although it was revealed by the Zhiwen Bell from the beginning and seemed to be in the light, in fact, it did not reveal any foundation. It seemed unfathomable to him. When you are surrounded by enemies, you should not start an unprepared battle easily. So the more mysterious it is, the more distance it needs to be kept.

Snake Gu Yu moved forward silently, while Zhu Dali strode over dead branches and leaves with a rather rampant attitude.

Coo, coo, coo.

At a certain moment, there was a strange noise.

The sound seemed to come from all directions at the same time, and it was impossible to capture the specific location.

It was like the sound of a bubbling spring, but sharper.

It sounded like the chirping of some strange bird, but there was no breath of life.

"Did you hear anything?" Zhu Dali held the double straight knives in his hands and looked around warily.

But there was no response...

"Snake girl?!"

He turned around in horror and saw Shegu Yu's body completely withdrawing from the shadows, already frozen there, motionless. There is no breath anymore, the eyes are lifeless, and there is no sign of any life!

Is he dead?

This was a powerful person at the level of the new king of the Heavenly Ranking. How could he die silently?

"Snake girl?"

Zhu Dali maintained the highest vigilance, used his strength to move his body, turned the handle of the knife upside down, and tentatively touched forward——

There seemed to be a breeze blowing by, and Shegu Yu's body, wrapped in black clothes, along with her black clothes, turned into gray-white powder, fluttering in the wind.

This scene is so scary.

A huge fear fell in my heart.

"Tao Master?!" Zhu Dali shouted in his heart.

The Taiping God Wind Seal immediately responded: "Relax."

Zhu Dali directly let go of the control of his body. On top of the black mask, his eyes were like waves in the quiet sea, with frosty white wind marks jumping up.

The hands holding the knife were only twisted slightly, and the fighting posture of the entire body was completely different.

At this moment, Taiping Taoist Master comes with the Taiping Divine Wind Seal!

at the same time.

The trajectory of the gray powder across the air formed a vague outline of a monster. From the outline, a skeleton with a sword and a shield jumped out and slashed at him with one strike.

This level of power?

Taoist Master Taiping, who controlled Zhu Dali, was a little surprised. He was not surprised by the power of this sword, but by its weakness. This is not consistent with the dangerous atmosphere brought by the terrifying vision. It is definitely not the power that can take away Shegu Yu.

clang!

Thinking continues, and so does action.

It's too slow to say it was a flash of lightning, just a fleeting thought.

The moment the straight swords crossed each other, another straight sword had already penetrated the round shield and shattered the skeleton's body. The sword roared like a tornado, twisting the skeleton into pieces.

In the sky full of gray and white bone fragments, the fat body took only one step back and then stopped. The figure moved from extreme to extreme, like a sculpture in an instant.

And the gray-white bone fragments from the shattered skull were like coarse sand, falling quietly and making a rustling sound right at the place where the sword was cut.

This wonderful control of power intoxicated Zhu Dali, who let go of his body control.

Every time the Taoist comes with one billionth of his thoughts, it is the most rewarding moment for him. Every battle in which the Taoist master was present was enough for him to ponder over and over again. Every detail of the battle has benefited him a lot.

It might be an exaggeration to say that you can make a thousand miles in a day... but there is no problem in saying that you can reach a higher level every time you fight.

At this time, Zhu Dali "saw" that his body was moving again. He twisted the soles of his feet and moved sideways. The long knife in his hand only turned slightly, and the sword jumped up with force. He had a comfortable feeling of flowing smoothly, as if he was in the most appropriate environment, with every muscle mass in the right position, emitting the right force... and then moved forward!

Go forward!

In front of him was a white skeleton that jumped out from the trajectory traced by the gray and white bone fragments. Its bones are intact, strong, and of great texture. A bone gun in its hand lights up the sky with stars.

Zhu Dali alone would never be able to withstand such a spear move.

But at this moment, the long knife in the air was just a mistake. The two zigzag trajectories were agile and sharp, like a flying rainbow comet with its tail curling into the sky, sweeping away all the cold stars.

Zhu Dali felt that his bloated body was extremely agile at this moment. With the bone spear that was constantly cut off, it rushed forward, penetrated the flying bone spurs, and instantly collided with the white skeleton--

Swish!

The knife flashed by.

Every bone of this skeleton was clearly separated... a total of 206 pieces.

Especially on these bones, there was not a trace of extra knife marks.

Even if it was tofu, it would be difficult to cut it so evenly.

It was really amazing!

At this moment, Zhu Dali's fear of She Guyu's sudden accident was dissipated a lot. The Taoist master is here, gods and ghosts retreat!

But for the Taiping Taoist master who controls this body... this is just the basic frontal application, not a wonderful knife technique at all.

Compared with Dou Zhao's knife technique, this is just a little bit?

What Jiang Wang really cares about is the changes in the skeleton in front of him-where did it come from, why did it appear, how did it dissipate and then continue to reunite, can it be interrupted? How many times can it reunite? After each reunion, the strength is stronger than before... How much stronger?

Sometimes fighting is just a process of verifying thinking.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

This time Jiang Wang did not completely chop the skeleton into pieces, but the completely separated bones were still reunited again in a way that he could not perceive now - one of the joint bones was deliberately stepped on by him under the sole of his boot and covered with Dao Yuan, but it also disappeared without a ripple and returned to the reunited skeleton.

This time, the skeleton, in addition to the white bones, had red blood threads, and its shape was strange and ferocious. He held a longbow in his hand, with the spine as the bow body and blood vessels as the long string.

There were three long arrows, three medium-long arrows, and three short arrows... Nine arrows were raised at the same time, all on the string.

In the blue-black blood vessels, blood surged like a tide.

Boom!

Then the bone arrows were released from the string!

Jiang Wang controlled Zhu Dali's body, moved his footsteps lightly, and walked in front of the arrow.

This is indeed a vicious archery technique, but compared with Li Fengyao and Li Longchuan, it is more than one level worse.

Ding!

The pale bone arrow with blood streaks was nailed on the horizontal blade.

Zhu Dali's fat body took a step back, and the long sword was still trembling.

It's not that this arrow is so powerful, but it is indeed close to the limit of the power of the demon general level. It is beyond Zhu Dali's own power.

The power of the skeleton is getting stronger and stronger!

Even Zhu Dali has a clear feeling of this.

But he feels that he is still moving forward, strolling in the garden with a piercing scream. Just a casual head shake, the arrow brushed the fat on his cheek.

Another leap forward, the frost wind swept over the blade...

Once the frost wind passes, everything withers, even the bone powder no longer exists.

Can we reunite?

Yes!

This time, there was no trace, and a monster with decaying flesh and old skin appeared out of thin air.

It was hard to tell the gender, the face was blurred, there were few good pieces of meat on the body, but there was a pair of hands with distinct joints and clear textures.

The bloody aura rose around the body and rushed into the sky.

A pair of hands reached up to the sky, and when they fell, they pulled out a bloody and black sword.

The body turned like lightning, and a sword was at the throat!

For a moment, Zhu Dali thought he was going to die on the spot, with no chance. But after a blink of an eye, he saw that his long sword had cut off the opponent's head.

The evolution of the battle to this moment was completely beyond his understanding. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not capture the subtlety in it.

And the skeleton was reborn from death and became stronger again.

This time, let alone Zhu Dali, the ghost messenger of Taiping, even the knowledgeable Taiping Daoist master himself was surprised.

Because what appeared in front of him at this time was a haggard and old monster, with a rotten and ugly appearance and a hunched body, and the outline could vaguely reveal the appearance of... Zhu Dali!

A sick and thin, old version of Zhu Dali.

And he also made a sound for the first time, his old and painful voice was singing, singing--

"Why do you grieve when you are alive, why do you hate when you die. Immortality and indestructibility, in the fountain of youth!"