The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 1187 Lifting the Skull and Swinging the Sword to Slay Ghost Whispers ([-]) Changes in Northern Xinjiang

The desolate man is not very intelligent, and after getting over the initial nervousness, he treats millions of ghouls as a joke and doesn't take it to heart at all.

"Small man, don't worry, ghouls attack them from time to time. We, the Desolate race, have fought against them for hundreds of years. It's fine."

On the Great Wall, a desolate man wearing animal skins and about ten feet tall patted the "short man" Duan Tang on the shoulder, very friendly.

Duan Tang frowned, shook his head and said, "Things are definitely not right, as you said, the ghouls have attacked the Great Wall for hundreds of years, and they have been scattered, or thousands, or hundreds, or tens of thousands at the most. Now it's millions..."

He shook his head, always feeling that something was wrong.

Also feeling that there was something wrong with the matter was Mr. Hong. He took a Buddhist bead and inspected the Great Wall before walking into the mansion of Shang Anzhi, the King of Northern Border, 'Heavenly Sword' in a storm.

At this moment, Tiandao is reading a novel "Hua Ma Dou Qi", but it is a new story book passed down by his brother-in-law in Zhongdu, and he read it with great interest.

After Mr. Hong came in, he refused the service of several tall and barren beauties, and went directly to Tiandao, frowned slightly, and looked at Tiandao who was concentrating on reading a novel.

I thought to myself, how did she manage to rule the Northern Wilderness back then?And how to launch the frightening black disaster?
... Well, I was thinking too much. The barren man has a simple mind and is easy to control. The Heavenly Knife is considered the most outstanding and "short" among the barren men... She is not unintelligent, but very wise and stupid.

This is what Mr. Hong thinks. Combined with all kinds of guesses in the past, he pieced together the difficult process of the Heavenly Sword controlling the Northern Wilderness. What kind of intrigues did this Heavenly Sword go through to achieve what it is today?I dare not underestimate it.

"Buddhism has a method called 'He Xintong' supernatural power. Although I am not a 'Buddhist', I am also somewhat sympathetic to this rule."

As Tiandao said, he put the story book in his hand on his lap, smiled calmly, and looked at Hong Dao: "Conquering the barren people is actually very simple, just fight one tribe after another."

"Subdue all their leaders, beat them without killing them, and teach them their skills, make them believe in you, worship you, the barren people who respect the strong will naturally surrender."

"Speaking of which, this is the method that Long taught me..."

As she said this, her expression was quite dull, and then she shook her head: "You have a lot of thoughts, out of kindness, or because of your friendship with Ming Tang, let me remind you."

"Although the 'God's Hand' is suppressed by Arhat beads, the will of the Desolate God can also be resisted by ordinary people. After more than a hundred years, you will gradually become 'He'."

Master Hong stretched out his gray robe, and said with a light smile, "Perhaps, this is exactly what I need? Why did the Age of Myths perish? After I became 'He', the original owner of this hand, Or do you know what happened more than ten thousand years ago?"

He said so, then shook his head and smiled again: "Heavenly Knife doesn't know something. Hong Da was curious and competitive since he was a child. hand."

"Fleeing back in embarrassment, like a defeated dog, the second time I walked into the ruins was at the age of 19. No one except my parents and ancestors knew about it."

"That time, I felt the magnificence of the age of mythology, how colorful and terrifying it was... The third was at the age of 25..."

As he was speaking, he raised the magic hand that was playing with the Buddhist beads, and said with a smile: "I put this hand on my arm. If it is true, it is about the ruins, about the age of mythology, whether Hong or Knows more than Tiandao."

"...Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Regarding the abnormal behavior of the dragon master, Hong asked Tiandao for advice. I don't know what Tiandao thinks?"

Shang Anzhi was a little dazed, and asked, "An abnormal behavior? There are more ghouls than in previous years. What's abnormal?"

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at the same time.

In the Forbidden Forest, the sword suspended in front of the dragon master covered in wind and snow began to shatter, and in the end, only six swords remained.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and let out a chuckle.

"Wei Wuya, Wei Wuya, you bound me with the rules of luck in the Sword Domain, and made me trapped in the Forbidden Forest, unable to enter the Great Wall. I am also greedy for such rules of luck, and I am not willing to give up."

"But sometimes, temporarily giving up such luck is a kind of relief for me? The Great Wall of Ice and Snow you erected can still be trapped after I dissipate the last 'sword' me?"

"At that time, I will re-enter Middle Earth, seize the luck of the 'little sword master', and devour the real dragon by the way, and the 'real dragon luck' will accompany me..."

After murmuring to himself, the dragon master turned up from the heavy snow, followed by dozens of dragon corpses, either spitting fire, blowing air, or absorbing water...

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In Yuanhai, there was plasma rolling, and the sky turned blood-colored.

At a certain moment, the bloody figure broke away from the sea, laughing loudly.

Beside him, an inexplicable voice came: "Master, don't get too complacent. Although the personal biography of killing Wei Wuya is very enjoyable, but you must also be careful of bald donkeys and bull noses. I am timid, so I will not participate."

Xueying was silent for a moment: "Then I won't go either..."

"That won't work, I've worked so hard to rescue you, isn't it just to let you go to death... No, why don't you go if you don't want to do something?"

The sea of ​​blood rolled up again.

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Zhongdu, east of Xuanwu Road, at the junction with Qinglong Road.

Tens of thousands of walking corpses controlled by the puppet have already swarmed in. Due to the outbreak of the battle near the White Tiger Road in the west, the stability maintenance station a few blocks on the east front has made preparations in advance.

After receiving such news, they immediately organized people to rush to the sidelines and waited in full force, just to prevent accidents on Qinglong Road.

If there are really puppets attacking, they must be blocked from Xuanwu Dao, and they cannot be allowed to invade even a street.

On the contrary, there is no need to worry about Suzaku Road, because there is a domain between the two crossings, Haizi, and the "spore puppets" are all low-level warriors and ordinary people.

It is impossible to come from the huge domain measuring Haizi, where the water is tens of feet deep and full of islands, because the puppets don't know how to set up a boat, let alone swim, and they will die if they enter the water.

Similarly, the people living on the various islands of Yuce Haizi are less likely to become puppets and attack. There is absolutely no need for the Blood Marquis to do such thankless things.

After all, the demon seed that splits and successfully invades other people's consciousness is also a kind of consumption for the devil. The more seeds are divided, the weaker she will be, and it will take a long time to recover.

Therefore, no matter from any point of view, there is no need to garrison more defensive forces near Yuze Haizi's line.

(End of this chapter)