red man

Chapter 505 Little Saint Yunmeng
The Golden Dragon Ax is a top magic weapon, Feng Jin'an is sure of this.

But this time, Feng Jin'an couldn't feel the reality after the black shadow of the human figure was smashed into pieces with an axe.

It's like cutting a hole.

Obviously watching the humanoid monster fall apart and no longer look arrogant, but it doesn't feel like it has succeeded at all.

"strangeness……"

The little dragon man tilted his head and muttered, and saw more and more monsters gathered around him. These human-shaped things, like black sludge, changed into various shapes.

Sometimes they are wolf-like officials, sometimes they are bullies, sometimes they are bandits, and sometimes they are street gangsters...

There is only one thing, these monsters are not in the slightest, which makes Feng Jin'an very unhappy to see them.

"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang, don't be brave, go, go..."

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

"Hey, take a punch from my uncle!"

"Isn't it?"

Inside the house, the host shouted again: "Xiao Lang, go, go, you beat one and there will be ten more, don't kill yourself..."

When the hacking started, the little dragon man suddenly went mad, he laughed and shouted: "Hahahahahaha, they are all incompetent and evil, they are not enough for me to scratch twice."

Feng Jin'an was furious when he saw such evil deeds.

Flicking the Golden Dragon Ax behind his back, Feng Jin'an clenched his fists with the big ax on his back, like a fat monkey with short legs and small arms, nimble but a little naive.

"Hey! The one who took my punch."

"Oh! I never thought that Shaoxia is also a fellow villager."

Among the surrounding houses, many faceless humanoid monsters gathered more and more. At the beginning, there were only thirty or fifty of them.

One after another, they are all nightmares born of the fear of the villagers.

"The sky is falling, and I...my husband will hold it up!"

The head of the house breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door again, and fastened the latch, before saying: "Sleep, sleep, I can sleep peacefully today."

Your own style is in the present moment.

That butt is really too big, like a big fat tail, dragging on the ground, the fertile fields are being dragged thin and impoverished. Just now the warehouse was full of grain, but in an instant it became useless.

There are more and more of these monsters, like ants piled up in a black layer, which makes one's scalp tingle.

It was precisely this curse that Feng Jin'an discovered that there was something inside the body of this humanoid monster, which was as dark as mud.

Young and old, this whole family came out to fight the nightmare. After shouting this sentence, they disappeared without a trace.

His fists are as fast as fire, his footsteps are as fast as the wind, and moves are followed by moves, which is called a fierce tiger.

Although it is not as delicate as mana, wherever the sickle goes, it is like touching a finger, and the experience is more free.

Some are arrogant, with pointed chins pointing at people;

The monster couldn't enter the house, so it just stood outside the door and yelled, but there was no sound, it was purely a change of posture, which made people know it was cursing at a glance.

The nightmare of so many years was cut clean by a sickle in an instant.

"Father! Mother! The tax collector is gone—"

"What do you know, you silly woman? If you have real skills, you will naturally act when it is time to act."

The tax bill is gone, and this monster is also gone.

With a flick of the little tail, several monsters surrounding it were directly smoked into powder.

Wow, with a flick of the sickle in his hand, Feng Jin'an manipulated his qi and blood, and he felt like he was flying with a sword.

The little dragon thought that the anger just now was quite violent, but unexpectedly, the anger of the eight lifetimes has boiled over.

"Good means, good means, my ability is really great!"

After a random killing, the crying in the house stopped abruptly. The host looked through the crack of the door, and saw a young man with a horny head and a tail behind him, who was waving a sickle to suppress evil spirits.

"Look at my raging fire!"

"If you use 'Martyr's Arrogance', I'm afraid it won't last long..."

"Take my move 'Shenlong Wagging Tail'!"

"I see you collect taxes for 99 years!"

Feng Jin'an counted, at least hundreds of mobs were swallowed, and a single tax for each mob, how much would that be?

It was so fierce that a hole was poked in the window paper of the house, and there were big eyes and small eyes inside, all watching the fight outside.

"I'm going to be angry!"

Snapped!
It was like a silver screen bursting, this punch seemed to be out of reach, but it was about to reach it again, with this punch, the black figure who looked like a cruel official twisted, as if he was shouting something.

It was another family crying, but Feng Jin'an couldn't hear this, not because he was sad, but because he was more angry after hearing it.

Picking up his fists, jumping up with bare feet, he slammed at the cruel official holding the shackles, aiming at the door, regardless of whether he has eyes, ears, mouth and nose, in short, this punch must be relieved.

Looking at the big butt and shameless monster, he seemed to have something like a weapon in his hand, and his eyes were rounded, and Feng Jin'an could see clearly, there were four large characters written on it-specially to remind debtors.

"Young hero is very capable..."

"What's the use of crying!"

He doesn't know how much wind, frost, rain and snow the husband has experienced, and how many people's wishes he has carried. He doesn't need to think about such a heavy matter.

"Finally passed a test, passed a test..."

The nightmares in the world are all kinds of strange things. Feng Jin'an didn't know what the basis of the nightmares here was, but soon, a humanoid monster stopped moving and crawled around on the eaves of a house, looking restless.

But the burden on his back seems to be light, but it does make people dare not be careless.

"There are still evil spirits ahead, I will come as soon as I go."

Although each monster has no eyes, ears, mouth, nose, or even a face, but its hands, feet, gestures, and movements are just like nobles.

Feng Jin'an rubbed his eyes, wanting to see the real thing, looked at it, and immediately cursed, "Good guy, what kind of goddamn thing is this, it's really bad!"

Thinking of this, Xiaolongren became firm in his heart. He made up his mind early on that he would never be an orphan waiting to die again. It doesn't matter whether he is a fairy or not. The important thing is that in this life, he should have his own demeanor.

In this situation, he doesn't know where his husband has gone, and he can only rely on himself for everything.

Shouting out loud, Feng Jin'an said in his heart: This is a dreamland, and it must have something to do with the inability of the ax to exert its power.Mr. reminded me that fear breeds nightmares. Doesn't that mean that killing nightmares is actually eliminating fear?

But in the face of fear, he can!

Winning the first battle was a small test of skill. Feng Jin'an was really brave and fearless at the moment, and for some reason, after beating several monsters in a row, the "martyr's arrogance" on his body burned quickly, But there was no sign of blood loss.

And this scene, Feng Jin'an was playing with a sickle, jumping like a monkey on the courtyard wall and roof, and with a wave of his hand, a black shadow in human shape was cut off.

Feng Jin'an, who was originally boring and lonely, immediately smiled when he saw this scene: "Hahahahahaha, what are you afraid of, the worst thing is to die. If you want to die, then I will die first."

"Master, I can't spare you!"

The tax after 99 is gone.

After Feng Jin'an left, a child in this family's house asked in a low voice: "Daddy, does that young hero have real skills?"

Monsters are densely packed around the mountain village, and the monster with a fat butt has grown a lot because more mobs have been swallowed by it.

But now the magic weapon in his hand is not easy to use, so what can he do?

Feng Jin'an, whose anger was rising, suddenly burst out with "martyr's arrogance" all over his body, which was not comparable to his own husband, but it was enough to burn some ghosts.

Feng Jin'an was a little anxious, and wanted to give in, but just as he had this idea, the humanoid monsters around him became huge, and many black shadows were added.

As soon as the words fell, a little red light shone, and Feng Jinan's eyes lit up. He picked up the sickle and walked away, shouting as he walked, "I exorcise evil spirits like mowing grass, and I just use it to order."

The whole family fell asleep again, and the lights were turned off. After a while, a family in a mountain village woke up.

"Humph!"

30 years later, 20 years later, everything is gone.

After saying that, Feng Jin'an simply shouted to the owner of the house: "Don't be afraid, the owner of the house, watch me burn these sneaks!"

There was a burst of crying and begging in the house, and Feng Jin'an was extremely irritable when he heard it.

He couldn't look back, and couldn't see what he was carrying.

"Come on! Young Master, I will fight with you today!"

"That's right! My husband is the 'Great Sage Equaling Heaven', and I... I..." Feng Jin'an rolled his eyes and shouted, "I am the 'Little Sage Yunmeng'. First!"

The tax after 88 is also gone.

"I'm furious!"

"Ah? Did you have a dream too? I also had a strange dream, and I just wanted to tell you."

"That's fierce and majestic!"

"My husband is 'Great Sage Equaling Heaven' and I am 'Little Sage Yunmeng'. If these donations are unreasonable, what will they do!"

Those evil spirits are the taxation notices that they fear like tigers day and night.

And so angry that he actually burned all the blouses on his body, leaving behind an ancestral apron with patterns such as pandas, tigers and leopards embroidered on it.

He didn't learn any serious boxing with Wei Hao, he had his own martial arts handed down in Fenglong Township, and when he was called upon by this situation, he was able to fight well.

It's just that there is no sound, and Feng Jin'an can't hear it naturally.

Swish!
With a wave of his hand, the sickle pointed at where to strike, and the "99 year tax" crawling up and down the eaves was directly cut in two.

"It really pissed me off!"

Many villagers in the village whimpered and cried in their respective homes, or repeatedly begged for mercy.

Feng Jin'an looked smug, and the fireworks around him were even more vigorous.

It turned out that the things inside the monster's body were actually a notice saying that taxes after 99 would be collected.

"Master, there are few people in the world who can compare to my ability. Except for my senior brother Wang Jiexing, who can have my momentum?"

Surrounding these monsters, there are many monsters driven by them. They swarmed one by one, let them be swallowed, and then made the monsters inflate even more, turning them into deformed monsters with normal bodies but huge buttocks.

"Master, I am not afraid of anything, but I am afraid that my husband will scold me. I will kill you with a single punch. Master, you can see that I have learned the skills of a great sage. Saint, it’s not too much, right?”

The only fly in the ointment is that the power is a little weaker, and the killing range is not large.

But seeing this humanoid monster in such pain, he was also happy, and said proudly with his arms akimbo: "You monster, I see you are still bullying people!"

The whole person is like charcoal and iron in a furnace, red and warm, instantly making the whole village look sideways.

It was a tax bill stamped with the lord's seal.

"Oh? What is that? Could it be Zhizhu?"

As for the monster with a huge butt, it was not without reason that it became huge.

Only saw the human-shaped black shadows around the courtyard, three of them were missing in an instant, Feng Jin'an's body shook, and somehow, he felt that he was carrying something on his back.

Even the year after year tax to be collected is gone!
Feng Jin'an fought all the way, cut all the way, always fighting alone, only this time, a man rushed out and shouted: "Father! He has a knife, we also have a knife, why don't we fight!"

Feng Jin'an also understood in his heart, thinking that this is the truth that Mr. said, fear breeds nightmares, but if there is a way to solve the fear, there will be a way to eliminate the nightmares.

Yi Ran is not afraid...he can't do it.

Later, in a family's house in a mountain village, the man in charge woke up suddenly, and shouted: "Aye, I had a strange dream just now, and I dreamed of a 'Little Saint Yunmeng', who has all kinds of abilities, so it's so good have to……"

"How about the young hero with bare hands? There are some household items in the yard, whether they are carrying a shoulder or a sickle, they can always defend themselves."

"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry. Young master, I dare to raise a knife and do it alone. You are a big family, don't you know how to fight with a guy?"

"Look how arrogant you are! That monster, go away, and watch me cut your ass!"

"It's hard to say, but at least, they really protected us once."

"Look at my fists and feet."

The old man, who was cowering behind the door, gritted his teeth, pulled a stick, followed his son and shouted: "Fight, fight with them!"

"It's just that I haven't heard of 'Little Sage Yunmeng' before?"

"Hey! I am 'Little Sage Yunmeng', the second disciple of 'Great Sage Equaling Heaven', you bastards, let me see how I punish you!"

Seeing these changes, the dragon horns on the little dragon man's head hardened: "Humph! What kind of monster is this! How dare you look down on me like this, what a bully! You really hit the mark. I'm discouraged, but you are all angry." Strong. Damn it, I won’t run away, sir, I won’t run away!”

"Little Saint, Little Saint, you can't die, you can't die."

Feng Jin'an didn't quite understand either, he only knew that with every cry, a shameless humanoid monster would come out.

The hostess hesitated for a long time before saying: "Master, I had a strange dream just now..."

Suddenly, he saw that it was really a little dragon flying up and down, and he couldn't get close to anything sneaky.

"Ah? Did you dream that too?"

Not long after, the whole family woke up, and after discussing it together, they realized that they all dreamed of "Xiaosheng Yunmeng".

"I'm afraid it's not God's blessing."

This family actually chanted words such as "Thank you, Xiaosheng, for your protection". In the "big dream", Feng Jin'an once again felt that the things he was carrying seemed to have increased a lot, and the flying fist The sickle also always feels sharper and sharper.

(End of this chapter)