136. Ten Mountains and Ten Seas

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"Is the name Ming Feizhen a real name? It must be a puzzle. A puzzle that neither you nor the world can solve. Who are you? Ming Feizhen of Daluoshan? Or Megatron Jiangnan? The Lord of Yeluo Castle? No, I’m afraid it’s neither.

Luo Ming carefully applied just the right amount of stimulation to disturb his heart. And when it was difficult to notice, he gave words that made him feel the pain. It made his thoughts even more frantic.

"What's your father's surname, and what should your surname be? Isn't it hard to be born as a human being and not be able to bear the surname of your ancestors?'

"The tragic death of the flying general was the fault of the imperial court. You actually joined the imperial court. Do you want to take revenge? With your ability, how can you survive today? What on earth do you want to do? Bear the humiliation and bear the burden and serve your enemy, that's right Do you want to reverse the case for your family?"

Ming Feizhen didn't speak, his face had lost its expression.

Luo Ming knew the plan had succeeded and sneered again.

"I finally understand. Why do you always have to hide your head and show your tail? You can't show up and be your disciple of Daluo Mountain. You can't be the Lord of Yeluo Castle either. You have to live like this. Just because you are someone who shouldn't be in this world. Man. You don't dare to announce that you are still alive, and you are afraid that the Juefeng trio will finally find you. You will face the same order as your father and mother.

How sad. I have a lot of magical power in vain, but I dare not use it everywhere. You live such a sneaky life, you don't think you are a man. How about I do my best and spread it out for you?

Ming Feizhen looked at him and said with a sense of desolation: "Have you said enough?"

At this moment, Luo Ming felt that he didn't like his tone very much. Although he has already reached this point, why does he still look like he has a chance to win? He couldn't help but sneered.

"You and your master are so similar. Your master pursued Tian Fengyu to no avail. He could only take care of her and other people's evil offspring. But you, who are proud of contemporary martial arts, can't even avenge your parents. Dare. Daluo Mountain is far above the clouds and far away from the world, which is suitable for cowards like you who like to hide.

Just after Luo Ming finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on the side of his neck, and he couldn't help but roll on the spot to avoid it. He was so embarrassed. However, after hiding, I realized that nothing was coming.

At that moment, the murderous intent struck like a real blade. Luo Ming did not doubt that the murderous aura could cut through his protective energy, and his decision to dodge was right.

The only key to dealing with masters of magical powers is to attack the mind.

In the end, Ming Feizhen still couldn't maintain a peaceful state of mind. No matter how high his martial arts was, once his state was unstable, there would be opportunities to take advantage of him.

"This story is quite beautiful."

Ming Feizhen suddenly inserted the black knife into the ground and clapped his hands.

"Let me tell you a touching story.

The young man who had been silent for a long time looked at the God-forging cauldron and sighed like "It should be strong enough." Then a few strands of thread seemed to fly out from his hand. It was originally a silk thread that was so thin that it could not be seen. After being intertwined at a rapid speed, it quickly turned into a snow-colored silk rope as thick as a fine hemp rope.

Luo Ming didn't know why and watched him slowly weave threads. Just like when Ming Feizhen was waiting for him to tell a story. By the end, he had woven six snow-colored silk ropes in total. Each one looks very strong. Unexpectedly, the famous Lord Yeluo is actually a good tailor.

Ming Feizhen pulled out the black knife again and circled the side connected to his clothes several times on the black knife, leaving six rope heads.

Luo Ming still didn't understand what he was going to do. Ming Fei raised his hand and six rope heads flew out. Under his gentle control, he accurately tied a knot on the six parts of the God-Refining Cauldron.

"The story I told is very short. I said Uncle Luo Shi.

The young man grinned, with an inexplicable sharpness that struck people's hearts. Like a war flag blown by the wind, even the sound of hunting sounds heroic.

Then, he uttered those shocking words.

"Have you ever heard of +shanshihai?"

The black knife swung forward fiercely, and the sky spider silk rope stretched straight, like a straightened iron cable across the river.

The sound of grid and grid came from the ground, which made people feel terrible. The sound itself is not scary, what is scary is the possibility that the sound represents. Possibilities that are unimaginable.

Luo Ming has settled here since he could remember, protecting the Luo family for thousands of years like a patron saint. It is as deep as a mountain in the ground and has not moved even half a inch. The huge and huge giant cauldron has even the slightest sway due to external forces.

Luo Ming finally understood what he was going to do, but he had no idea what to do.

Even if I read through the Guizang Sword Theory, I can't find the answer to what to do if someone wants to move tens of thousands of kilograms of something as a weapon. It actually made him freeze on the spot.

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The young man shouted as he was moving a heavy object, but what he was doing was so unbelievable that he completely forgot his words.

The giant cauldron does not exist independently. In addition to the giant cauldron that stands on the ground and serves as a passage, there are countless thin tubes under it. There is also a furnace end at the bottom, and a huge pipe that connects to the ground fire deeper.

There was a terrible sound of twisting and breaking from the thin pipe between the tripod and the basement.

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"Drink aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

The young man continued to scream, and veins appeared on his hands, head, and muscles all over his body. It can be said that in the past few years, there has never been such a rude scene. But compared to what he had to do, this gaffe seemed nothing. But no matter how hard he tried, the giant cauldron only moved slightly, and every time it moved just a little bit, and it was hard to even be considered as movement.

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The screams and strength gradually became smaller, and it seemed that the young man was finally exhausted and could not implement this crazy idea to the end. He can only become an object of ridicule.

Luo Ming, who had lowered his heart a little, clenched his sword tightly, determined to teach this lunatic a lesson.

At this time, the young man took a sharp breath, and the black knife's forward motion suddenly exceeded the previous total.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The sudden huge force broke all the remaining Qi, and the God Refining Cauldron was pulled. After this initial movement started, the speed of gliding suddenly accelerated. The huge cauldron slid on the ground and made a terrible sound, getting faster and faster. When it exceeded a certain speed, it suddenly

The dark-faced young man lowered his head and murmured.

"Bah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... We are checking the household registration. What are my parents doing? It's none of your business! You threw me into a cauldron and burned me and I still remember it! !" He was furious, hunched his shoulders and sunk in, stuck in his movements. On the strength point, he used all his strength to spin and shouted loudly.

"Fuck you, Lao Daomao!

In Luo Ming's eyes, it seemed as if the world was upside down, and the huge shadow was getting closer and closer. The heat that seemed to set his hair on fire and burn his skin and bones; the scorching wind that hit his face and made it almost difficult to breathe, all told him that this was not a dream.

The god-refining cauldron was thrown and flew out.

It seemed that from this moment on, the shadow of hatred in Luo Ming's heart began to fade.

It's not that he doesn't care anymore about the blood feud in southern Xinjiang where his son's body is gone. But he no longer seemed to feel that terrible nightmare that had haunted him for ten years and occurred almost every night, which made him gnash his teeth and hate it, and still made his body tremble.

What exactly is fear?

Who was I when I stood in front of that ferocious beast, barely able to move and could only swing my sword?

That can no longer be considered a monster.

In the past, the fearful impression of the ferocious beast gradually faded away.

For a moment, Luo Ming forgot about his blood feud.

He was lost in thought.

He was in a stalemate.

But he couldn't find anyone who was more suitable for the word 'monster' than the young man in front of him.

The way to overcome the nightmare is not difficult - it is to imprint a bigger nightmare.

The giant cauldron fell from the sky

The loud noise sounded like a scream.

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