Reverend Insanity

In the southeast of the northern ice sheet, north of the Mohist city, the northwestern direction of the venomous grassland, and the southern end of the Mongolian power, there is a place called the autumn knife. Scorpio is small.

Here, the land is flat, and there is no life in the grass. It is a strange place that naturally grows.

Meng Tu walked in the autumn knife.

He is burly, with a red-brown color on his skin, wearing a vest, revealing his shoulders, and pulling his legs up to reveal his calves.

Without shoes, he is walking barefoot.

Step by step, the level of the ground is sharp as a knife, and the massacre tramples on this layer of silvery white soil, like walking on the knife mountain, leaving a bright red footprint at every step.

But his face is like a stone sculpture, no change, the whole person is as silent as iron, closed his eyes, his brow is slightly locked, and there is doubt in his heart.

"This autumn knife is full of knives and traces, and naturally breeds numerous blades. I walked on foot and walked back and forth. It has been a few years. What is lacking, so that I still can't break through the realm of the knife?"

The genre of the knife is a very small genre, and it is completely incomparable with Jin Dao, Yan Dao and Tu Da.

When you lift the knife, you can't help but mention the kendo.

These two genres have always been deeply involved, but they are involved. Because the source of these two genres is one, it is the blade.

Regarding the blade, there is a clear record in "The Legend of the People". The ancestors walked in the ordinary abyss. In some places, there are muddy swamps. It is very easy to get muddy and deep, and it is stinky. In some places, the thorns are full, the thorns are dense, and the ancestors are stabbed and wounded. There is also a ground, buried in the blade. The ancestors stepped on it, and the soles of the feet were cut by sharp edges. The wounds were wide, the blood was flowing, and the road was coming, and it hurt.

The blade is the source of the knife and kendo.

There are also many wild blade knives in nature. The Qiu Kian Yuan is the origin of the five-field blade, and is controlled by the level power.

Meng Tuo practiced the knife path, repaired for seven turns, the peak of combat power, the name of genius in the early years, the rapid growth, is the famous strong man of the North Plains Xianxian, one of the pillars of the Meng family.

A few years ago, he took the initiative to make a request to the family, and actively guarded this autumn knife. On the one hand, the family took care of this important resource point, on the other hand, it was for their own practice.

His martial arts realm, stalemate in the position of the quasi-masters, Meng Tu wants to use the autumn knife, to follow the behavior of the ancestors, to make their own realm of the knife, truly into the ranks of the great master!

However, in the past few years, although he has some income in his heart, he has always been separated by a layer of gauze and has never entered the ranks of the great masters.

Meng Tuo's temperament is tenacious. Although he has not seen the results for several years, he has not given up his thoughts.

"Hey, break through the realm of the great masters, how difficult it is! The elders in the tribe have praised me as a knife and a genius for the millennium, but with my talent, I have been a quasi-master for hundreds of years."

“Although I always feel the gauze layer, but it’s close at hand, it’s far from the sky, it’s hard to go to heaven!”

"However, I still have to continue walking. This method is still effective. One day, I will definitely be promoted to a knife master!"

"Well? Who?"

At this moment, the squall that covered the entire autumn knife collapsed, revealing a clear blue sky.

A figure is like a demon like a god, a word is not, the devil is mighty, and it is directly smothered to Meng Tu!

"Be bold!" Meng Tuo suddenly angered the crown, the sound of thunder, not flashing, hands like a knife, slammed against the past.

A loud noise, the comers did not move like mountains, and the massacre was swept away by the anti-shock giant force.

"I don't see the momentum in this immortal killing, but it is the intrinsic power of the power. The protection of the seven turns of the immortal is generally destroyed by me. I did not expect this person to smash my blow, it is not damaged! This is Big enemy!"

Meng Tu was surprised at the heart, and quickly stayed in the foot, and the stalker, angered and said: "Where is the name? I dare to commit my family!"

"Ha ha ha." Fang Yuan screamed a few times, and the tone has changed completely. "Of course, you don't know me, but you don't need to know me because the dead don't need to know too much."

In the square, I need a lot of blade, and I need a strange seven-turn fairy drinker in the depths of the autumn knife.

This wine is not produced naturally. It is a strange thing that has been formed by the bloodstains of the masses in the past few years, and penetrated into the depths of the earth.

In the middle of the world of Fangyuan five hundred years ago, this Mengtu entered the realm of the great master of the knife road in order to break through, and stayed up all day and night, but never waited for an opportunity.

If the Mengtu breakthrough is not successful, he will like to emulate the ancestors, and insert the blade into his mind to understand the knife more deeply. When the killings he initiated were not perfect, and there were serious drawbacks of concealment, Meng Tu gradually changed his mind and often fell into a state of madness.

Meng Tu also knows that it is not appropriate, but he is still obsessed with it, and he is still practicing and concealing it.

The five-domain chaos opened, and the Mongolian sect participated in the war. In the battlefield, it was a shortcoming, and it fell into a madness, killing the celestial beings of their own family.

After Meng Tuqing woke up, the corpse was destroyed, the reason was fabricated, and the family was concealed.

But after all, suddenly, the extent of the treatment was limited, and the paper could not hold the fire, and it was gradually noticed by the North Plains.

The pressure on Mengtu is extremely great. This is the coming of heaven, and he secretly opposes him.

At the beginning, Meng Tu was lucky and wanted to use the heavenly court to build his own merits and make up for it. But Tian Ting refused him a knife.

Meng Tu was counted by Tian Ting, one step wrong, step by step wrong, and finally no way to go, had to rely on heaven.

In order to assist this piece, Tianting also calculated the opportunity to be promoted to the Grand Master, which is the deep drink of the bottom of the earth.

According to the guidance of the heavens, Meng Tu came to Qiu Kuan Yuan and dug deep into the ground to extract a large amount of drinking wine.

He took a bite, and the internal organs were like a knife, and he took a big sip, and he didn't want to give birth. He drank a third bit and was promoted to a great master of the knife.

At this point, he was dedicated to serving the heavens, and became the second-highest traitor in the North after the Prince of Fengxian.

Later, he was accidentally revealed by Ma Hongyun, revealing his identity, and that is another story.

Fang Yuan has calculated it, and it is calculated that there is already a drinker. Although the amount is not much, he needs less. As for this Meng Tu, it is also carefully selected by Fang Yuan, suitable for his opponents to audition.

It is impossible for Fangyuan to find an eight-turn celestial being to test the quality of the Sui Emperor's killing, which is self-seeking. Ordinary seven-turn 蛊仙, Fang Yuan has not been in the eye. The seven-turned peak of the Mongolian military has become famous for a long time, and it is also a great master of the knife.

Therefore, Fang Yuan made a long journey and came to Qiu Kuan Yuan to directly find the trouble of Meng Tu.

"Just a blow, it is Meng Tu's card to kill, the power is not good ~ www.readwn.com ~ but I rely on the Emperor's killing, it resisted. This defense power, is still good."

Fangyuan secretly assessed.

At this time, he has already spurred the Emperor.

His whole person was covered with a layer of yellow-brown emperor and became a giant with more than a foot.

The giant wears a crown, and the curtains are lowered from front to back. The face is deep and deep, and it seems to be covered with a layer of fog, as if it is a dark vortex. The two sleeves are wide, the jade belt is waist, and there is a layer of bronze in the back of the chest. The rest of the robes have thousands of ghosts depicted by gold lines, arranged neatly, in an orderly manner, without moving like a forest, and with a strong air.

It’s not ineffective to just kill a single blow. The bronze thin armor on the chest of Emperor Sui’s chest has a curvature.

However, soon after the source of Fang Yuan's soul fell, the arc immediately re-emerged and returned to its original state.

This is the special place of Emperor Sui's killing!

Nine turns of ghosts do not need to consume anything, operate on their own, ghost official clothing depends on the soul.

The combination of the two involved in the Emperor's killing, does not need the immortal reminder, the need to spend is the source of the source of the source!

"Districts, but this is the case. You have been retreating here for a few years, what new killings have been created? It is a pity that you don't need it before you die." Fang Yuan provoked.

Meng was very angry and laughed, then he looked at Fang Yuan with compassionate eyes: "No matter who you are, come here to challenge me, really is looking for a dead end! Here there has been a guardian of Xian, but you know why me To be the Lord, to persuade the family to take back the fairy tales?"

"Because as long as I am here, there is no need for a guardian!"

Having said that, Meng Tu has a right foot.

In the next moment, the earth moved to the mountain, and hundreds of millions of knives rose up. Numerous knives and ghosts were brought together into a large army, which emerged and surrounded Fangyuan. (To be continued.)