My talent is resurrection

Chapter 206 Border Pass Third, Sword Cultivator Yellow Paper

Chen Jiu rested at Lin Tao's house that night. There was no way his house was bombed, so he had to stay at Lin Tao's place.

Fortunately, the house Lin Tao chose was quite big enough to accommodate her.

It's just that when the donkey moved in, he encountered some obstacles. Lin Tao didn't want to live with the donkey, so he argued with the donkey.

Chen Jiu was eating snacks and watching the excitement.

It is rare for a woman to quarrel with a donkey.

In the end, there was no way to refuse to accept anyone, so she asked Chen Jiu to make a decision.

Chen Jiu has always been fair and just. If there is no benefit, he will never favor anyone, so he said.

"I can live there, I'll go to bed first."

Chen Jiu left.

Lin Tao and Donkey have big eyes to small eyes.

There is really no other way, so we can only live in it.

Two people and one donkey became the pattern of being under the same roof.

In fact, it's still quite lively, which is pretty good.

Sometimes Chen Jiu would go to the top of the city to take a good look at the sea of ​​water.

Whenever he stood at the top of the city, Chen Jiu would think of the time in Kongtong Secret Realm.

It is very similar to now, except that the city is far less big, and the enemies it faces are not as strong.

Many people died at that time.

There were indeed many, and Chen Jiu couldn't count them.

The city has not been defended either.

So for a long time afterwards, Chen Jiu couldn't forget the experience in Kongtong Secret Realm.

I will remember now.

Chen Jiu touched the top of the wall.

I got a hand of dust, put it on the tip of my nose and sniffed it lightly, it was the smell of war and gunpowder.

Hope this wall can be held.

to this end.

Chen Jiu tried his best to stand in the front.

I will not retreat even if I die.

No matter how many times you die.

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There is no monster clan attacking the border city this month, but there is a golden core monster calling the battle.

This monster has six eyes on its head, vertical horns, and a thin body. Looking at its ugly appearance, it is quite small.

But knowledgeable monks can recognize that this monster is an ancient species called eye punching, which belongs to the same line of cattle among the twelve branches of the monster clan.

In layman's terms, it is a bull demon with strange supernatural powers.

And the weird thing is its six eyes.

Each of the six eyes has its own use.

No monk has figured out all the functions of its six eyes. They only know that one eye can spy on the mystery, and the other eye can detect reality, while the other four eyes don't know it at all.

This is also something that can’t be helped, there are too few of them so far, the last time this kind of monster appeared was hundreds of years of monster clan wars, no, only one such monster will appear in almost every era, I didn’t expect it to appear again now It was raised by the cow veins of the monster clan.

This shot was calling for battles under the city, and it was none other than Chen Jiu, and the words for calling for battles were even worse.

"The Golden Core Body Cultivator who lost his arm that day, dare to come out to fight. I saw you killed many of my fellow monsters. Although their strength is indeed low, I still think of the love of my compatriots. I will kill you before the battle today." , to relieve the demon clan compatriots."

"If you avoid the battle and don't want to come out, that's fine, then I'll call here every day to see if your human race has followed our demon race and come out with some turtle-headed goblins, haha."

"..."

There are countless such words.

In short, he wanted to motivate Chen Jiu to go down and fight it.

But the monks on the city wall are not stupid. Although in the past, as long as there is a battle, as long as the strength is consistent and the realm is the same, then they will fight.

But now that Chen Jiu had lost an arm, his strength must have weakened. It was obvious that he was taking advantage of it, so how could he agree.

The high-level monks in the city also wanted to ignore it. After all, this kind of fighting is really boring.

Because it will definitely not kill you.

I'm afraid there are several celestial beings working as the backstage for it.

Even if they can't really fight, these monster celestial beings will save the eye, and the human celestial beings will undoubtedly take action, and then it will turn into a battle between celestial beings and monks.

This is not good for the human race and heavenly beings who are recuperating, so no one paid attention to this punching at the beginning.

It's just that it screams more and more fiercely.

So Guan Luhong stood at the top of the wall, forming a circle with his fingers, looking through the circle, squinting his eyes, Guan Luhong muttered in a low voice.

"Rebuke."

There was a flash of light among the six eyes, and its expression tightened.

Immediately, the world around him shrank suddenly, as if it was repelling it, and wanted to strangle it on the spot.

In an instant, a withered arm appeared beside Da Yan, gently hooking the world beside Da Yan, and the feeling of repulsion disappeared immediately.

At the same time, an old voice came from the Yaozu side.

"It's nothing for the junior Yuanying to bully the Jindan junior of our Yaozu, why don't you come and fight against me?"

Guan Luhong put down his hand, bleeding slightly from the corner of his mouth, and said to the surrounding people, "Don't let Chen Jiu go down."

Then Guan Luhong left the city without looking back.

If you can't beat it, it's okay to keep it, it's better to go, out of sight, out of mind.

Suddenly, an impatient voice came from the heights of the city.

"Tell you, you little bastard of the Yaozu, to get away, or you'll really get mad. I want the little bastard you bred so hard to die here."

The demon clan celestial beings responded tit for tat.

"You can come and try."

"it is good!"

An old man walked out of the city sky, with a suona pinned to his waist.

and a sword.

A Nascent Soul cultivator cheered from below, and then called out.

"Old man with yellow paper, I guessed it was you. You can't bear this kind of anger the most. Don't lose later. You have an ugly face."

"Yes, yes, if you win and come back, I can put my ear on your suona and listen to you."

"..."

The old man with yellow paper curled his lips, and said unhappily: "Rare."

He lowered his head to look down and punched his eyes again, and said sarcastically and disdainfully, "You little bastard."

One of the eyes flickered wildly, and the body trembled.

This eye sees life and death.

It will most likely die!

The yellow paper old man drew his sword.

At some point in front of Da Yan, there was already a tall, thin, withered and strange monster standing.

The monster's eyes were red, staring at the yellow paper old man in the sky.

The yellow paper old man let out a disdainful voice, "You dare too?"

A sword fell.

Cut the withered old monster and the eye into the blue sea.

In order to protect the piercing hole, the withered old monster was cut with a gully of sword energy in his chest, and his body was almost cut off.

With a mournful moan, it returned to the shore with a perforated eye. Its body shook, and the scars "clicked" twice, and healed extremely quickly.

The withered old monster stood on the sky alone, and confronted the yellow paper old man again.

The old man with yellow paper showed no expression on his face, and said, "I'm really not afraid of death."

The withered old monster asked: "Do you think you can do it?"

The old man with yellow paper put the flying sword back on his waist, took out the suona, and flicked it lightly.

A small sword fell out of the mouth of the suona pipe, with strange shapes.

The old man with yellow paper pinched the small sword with three fingers, and said: "Before you die, you can see my real flying sword, and you deserve to die."

The withered old monster was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and said: "No wonder it is the third in the border city, and the sword repairs the yellow paper, it is really extraordinary."

The old man with yellow paper disdains, "I won't praise you."

He pinches the sword with three fingers.

wave away.

It counts as a cut.

Heaven and earth sounded.

sing.

(End of this chapter)