The blue luan bird of Nuwa's family

Chapter 50 Good Luck

Southwest Mountains.

There are bumps and hollows everywhere near a mountain, with a bare spot here and a bare spot there, the trees are messy, and even a few peaks in the distance have been flattened.It was as if it had been bitten by a dog.

The blood-clothed Taoist stood not far away, with the killing sword in his hand frequently out of its sheath.

One sword blasted a hole in the mountain, with a radius of six feet, regular and regular; another sword cut off to the northwest, no more, no less, and just cut off a small mound.

One sword after another, slashing at every corner of the mountain impartially.

Not long after, the blood-clothed Taoist put away his killing sword and walked towards the old man.

"Senior, what do you think?"

The old man looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

Messy is messy, but it also meets his standards.

There are pits and hollows, the depth is not bad, the width is also very suitable, and the mountain is well cut, without a little bit of cutting.

This junior, use it to your heart's content.

"Did you see the big banyan tree in the southeast corner of the mountain?" The old man pointed to the distant mountain in the southeast.

The blood-clothed Taoist looked up and replied: "I see, senior, please give me instructions."

"Towards 360 miles to the east, dig a hole with a diameter of ten feet and a depth of nine feet and sixty-six wide; to the south of 120 miles, cut down the peach forest; to the north of [-] miles, cut off the The undercurrent below..."

The old man asked one by one, and the blood-clothed Taoist listened carefully.

"Don't worry, senior." The blood-clothed Taoist reassured, patting his chest.

As he said that, the two killing swords in his arms trembled, as if he was very dissatisfied with his fate of digging holes and cutting trees.

The planing hole is still so carefully planed, and the mountain is still so carefully cut.

Do you understand what is Xiantian Lingbao?Do you know what killing sword is?
Is this job the brothers should do?
They don't want to do it anymore!
Sensing the old man's eyes lingering on the killing sword for a moment, Xue Yi quickly pressed down on the irritable Yuantu Abi.

"Juniors go now, juniors go now, seniors, you are busy."

The blood-clothed Taoist turned around and went to dig a hole.

The situation is stronger than people, not to mention digging a hole now, even if he is asked to fight with the beast king, he must go.

Compared with all the previous encounters, although this senior's request is a bit weird, it is not very dangerous, is it?

At least for now.

Seeing the energetic appearance of the blood-clothed Taoist, the old man thought to himself, this little guy seems to be much easier to use than his apprentice, if it weren't for the entanglement of cause and effect, he really wanted to take another apprentice.

"If you are destined, you will not have a share. If you are destined, you will have no share." The old man shook his head.

Started his own work.

He took out a golden cup from his sleeve, one poison after another crawled out of it, densely packed.

As soon as these grotesque and colorful poisons landed, they began to move to specific locations.

Or a big pit, or the bottom of the water, or a treetop...

The blood-clothed Taoist puppet felt something, and looked back, seeing the dense poison, he felt a chill, and his spine felt chills.

There are a few poisonous substances, whose breath is comparable to that of a big Luo Jinxian!
Yuantu Abi seemed to have sensed something, and stopped trembling, lying obediently in the arms of the blood-clothed Taoist.

The bloody clothes walked away quickly, digging holes and digging holes! Finish digging early and leave early.

The blood-clothed Taoist honestly dug holes and cut mountains.

After a while of busy work, he returned to the old man holding the killing sword.

At this time, the countless poisons released by the old man also began to die one after another.

The venom is flowing and colorful.Seeing the blood-clothed Taoist, he couldn't help tightening the killing sword in his arms.

"Wow!"

As the poison all over the mountains and plains died, a strange beast rushed out of the poison.

It looks like a vulture, but it has the body of a leopard and a single pointed horn on top of its head.

Seeing this strange beast, the old man laughed heartily, "Okay! Gu carving, come!"

With a move of the old man's hand, the Gu Eagle flew over and rubbed the old man's broad palm affectionately.

The blood-clothed Taoist moved a little bit away from the old man.

This Gu sculpture is very intimate with the old man, but the eyes that look at him are not usually sinister.

The most important thing is that this thing has Da Luo's cultivation base!

Although he can't do it, the old man can make two or three if he can make one.

This method is a bit scary.

He was a part of the whole process of this guy's birth.

It's nothing more than killing a few fierce beast kings, digging a few holes here, and putting some poison.

Even if he didn't understand it, he didn't think it was difficult for the old man to do the above points.Asking him for help is nothing more than the old man wanting to be lazy and looking for a tool person.

The old man smiled and put the Gu carving into the golden cup, and then said to the blood-clothed Taoist, "How is it? Little friend, what can you see?"

The blood-clothed Taoist pondered for a moment, then said, "Is it related to those wise and fierce beast kings?"

"Exactly!" The old man nodded. "These wise beasts have a great effect on the old man's poison."

The old man said, looking straight at the bloody clothes.

To be honest, without the blood-clothed Taoist, the old man really couldn't find so many wise beasts.

Except for a few sporadic encounters, he never saw them again.

Obviously the blood-clothed Taoist can be met everywhere, even if he doesn't want to, but the old man can't be met no matter what.

Fate is so wonderful.

Thinking of this, the old man suddenly said: "Little friend is really lucky!"

He sincerely sighed.

The aura of calamity is strong, and the cause and effect continue. It stands to reason that he should have fallen long ago, but the blood-clothed Taoist is still alive and kicking.

Faced with the old man's admiration, the blood-clothed Taoist's mouth twitched and he remained silent.

The old man also told the blood-clothed Taoist that the appearance of these beasts was not easy.He is a creature of the previous era, and he has also experienced and deeply participated in the catastrophe of fierce beasts, but at that time, there were not so many fierce beasts born with wisdom.

The appearance of these ferocious beasts seems to be man-made, but also seems to be born out of necessity, which is very strange.

"Also, old man, I have studied for so long and found a possibility that these beasts might not be beasts at all, but should be transformed from acquired creatures!"

The old man's words were astonishing, and the blood-clothed Taoist frowned wildly.

If so, then this is a big deal.The blood-clothed Taoist couldn't help but think of the domineering eyes that appeared in the valley.

There was a sigh in my heart, what is this called!

However, the blood-clothed Taoist quickly put aside these worries, the catastrophe has already entered, so why worry about it?
There are too many debts, and there are too many pits to step on. The blood-clothed Taoist is quite open-minded.

Instead, he is interested in continuing to study with the old man,
"Senior, according to what you said, is it possible that the key to transforming an acquired soul into a fierce beast is the evil spirit?"

He had discovered a long time ago that the more intelligent a beast is, the more demonic it is, but he couldn't find the crux of the problem.

The old man agreed, and he also found out.But I can't find out why.

"Actually, if it's as the old man guessed, these fierce beasts contaminated with evil spirit can't be called fierce beasts anymore. They are like a brand new species. They should be called:"

"Warcraft!"

The two said it in unison.

As soon as the words fell, a spear pierced through the void and came. It was completely black, with boundless murderous aura, extremely overbearing!

The old man's complexion changed drastically, he struck out with a thick palm, and the sky filled with Gu worms gathered into rivers.

Before the Gu worm river got close to the black gun, it was annihilated by the boundless murderous aura above it.

The old man recited the mantra, and the golden cup burst into immeasurable light, touching the black spear for a moment.

He seized the opportunity and dragged the blood-clothed Taoist into the ground.

"boom!"

The black gun fell, and the earth shattered for thousands of miles.

(End of this chapter)