Tales of Herding Gods

In front of them, a dragon coiled around the palace of the hustle and bustle, circled around the circle, and the huge faucet rose high above the hall, watching them!

This is a keel, only the skeleton has no fleshy huge keel, just the teeth are even higher than Qin Mu!

Although the dragon has died for a long time, it can still be seen that it is extremely powerful. It must be an extremely powerful existence before coming to life.

Qin Mu opened his eyes and looked at the sky. The keel in front of him suddenly seemed to live alive. The gods rushed, the dragon seemed to swim in his eyes, and the dragon was dead, but the imposing manner made him I feel that the dragon still seems to be alive!

"Chongjiang Dragon King, the real dragon..."

Qin Mu looked at the dragon, his heart fretting, remembered the boxing method of Ma Ye, Lei Yin eight style in the Kowloon Hurricane Thunder this trick. Jiufeng Hurricane Thunder, the vitality is divided into nine heavy, the first weight is the impact of the dragon, the second is the double dragon twist, each weight will be more than the last time!

Qin Mu has been practicing boxing with Ma Ye since childhood. This trick has been practiced for many times, but it has never been able to get the essence. Recently, it has been cultivated as a big advance. This has greatly enhanced the power of the Kowloon Hurricane Thunder, but it has been confronted with the Ming and Qing Dynasties. At the time, he still suffered a loss.

Of course, it is because he did not get the Mahayana Sutra of the Great Leiyin Temple. However, the more reason is that his Jiulong boxing power is just like a dragon.

Like a dragon instead of a dragon, there is a watch, but there is no truth.

If his boxing power is a real dragon, even if he did not learn to come to the Mahayana, his Kowloon Hurricane Thunder is also true!

Because, the boxing of the Hurricane Thunder in Kowloon is the momentum of the simulation of the dragon to control the wind and thunder, Thunder and Wan Hao, Shenlong from the Thunder in the fight to fight, if you can do this, do not learn to learn the Mahayana does not matter!

"Kowloon Hurricane Thunder, Kowloon Hurricane Thunder..."

Qin Mu observed the keel a little bit, and the footsteps unconsciously moved. His eyes only left the bone of this real dragon, watch the dragon shape, view the skeleton structure, observe the dragon trend, try to understand the dragon rhyme, understand the dragon, fine Thinking of the dragon god.

He is more and more oblivious to me, while walking and watching, but also making strange moves, arms, body, unconscious model simulation of the dragon's every move.

His strength is also unconsciously like a real dragon swimming in the body, over and over again, enriching more details.

In the spirit of his god, the spirits are also moving with his movements, breathing and breathing, and gradually undergoing wonderful changes. The strength he exhaled did not enter Qin Mu's body, but he walked up and down into a small dragon, and as the breath of breathing increased, the dragon grew gradually and gradually became more than one person. High, wrapped around the spirited tire.

Fox Linger was still in fear, but after a long time, the fear in his heart gradually decreased, not so scared, but Qin Mu studied the keel and forgot her, and forgot her.

After a long time, the fox spirit squeaked, and immediately came down from Qin Mu’s back, and smashed the water to the Dragon Palace. She is not worried about disturbing Qin Mu, but has a natural fear of the dragon, lest the sound of her own is too loud, disturbing this keel.

After half an hour, the white fox came back from the outside, holding a bag in his hand, and the bag was full of strange creatures like dandelions.

Fox Linger resisted the inner fear of the keel, walked into the fog, came to Qin Mu, climbed to Qin Mu, sat on his shoulder, stuffed a creature in his mouth.

If Qin Muzhen didn't feel it, he would open his mouth when he came to eat and honestly eat it.

Fox Linger fed him more than twenty kinds of strange creatures, and this is what he ate.

Qin Mu still has no signs of waking up. He is still moving around, his eyes are falling on the keel, and sometimes he climbs onto the keel and walks up the huge bones.

On his spiritual body, the green dragon is entwined, and the scent of the scent is flashing, but Qin Mu is still concentrating on the keel, not aware.

This unconsciously passed two days, Qin Mu eats and drinks Lazard to sleep here, the body has long been stinky, still not showing signs of waking up.

Fox Linger is very patient. After taking care of his diet for a few days, Qin Mu is thirsty. She goes to use the leaves to hold the water. When she is hungry, she goes to catch the strange creatures in the passage, but she must pass through the waterhole along the way. The fish is hidden in the water, and if it is accidentally eaten by the strange fish, it is good for her to be clever and there is no scorpion.

Of course, when Qin Mu is convenient, it will still avoid it.

On the third day, Fox Linger was preparing to hold some water. Suddenly, the voice of Qin Mu came and was surprised: "How dirty is my body?"

Fox Linger was shocked and happy, and she was born: "You have been standing here for three days, not dirty!"

"Three days?"

Qin Mu was shocked and lost his voice: "Oops! I have not returned for three days. The people in the village must have died! Go, let's go back!"

Suddenly, he stopped and said: "Now going back, I will definitely be embarrassed, and maybe I will not let me out. First, it is better to go to the Dragon Palace to see if there is something to find."

He was very excited and walked into the underwater dragon palace. Fox Linger dared to follow him into this palace, but she was courageous and dared to follow Qin Mu’s legs and did not dare to move around.

This hall is also covered with fog, and it is thicker and darker, and it is too far away.

"Strange, what is the fog?"

Qin Mu wondered that this kind of fog is not a mist, even if his gods can't see how far. The more you go to the center of the temple, the heavier the fog, the shorter the range of visibility, the more horrible the fox, the bite of Qin Mu’s trousers, and he is led by him.

At this time, he heard strange sounds, soft, long, but it gave people a feeling of sadness, like someone singing a sad song in the fog, but could not understand what it was singing.

At this time an ancient language, mysterious, awkward, as old as the Devil of Words.

Qin Mu listened and listened. He raised his hand and touched his cheek. Unconsciously, he had already burst into tears.

This song gave him the feeling that there was a floating woman in the fog, singing the story that broke her heart.

Suddenly, the gold ring in his hand that abandoned the Luo Zen stick was a loud noise.

"Ma Grandpa said that the gold ring that abandoned the Luo Zen stick has the effect of repelling the distracting thoughts, the heart is moving, the heart is moving a distracting thought, and the ring will ring. Now the ring is like a sieved copper bean, and it sounds like a jingle. I don’t stop, my distracting thoughts are really so much?”

Qin Mu looked down and couldn't help but laugh and laugh. The original fox spirit was shaking and sifting, holding his legs, but his tail was resting on the gap. Qin Mu's heart was not chaotic, but the little fox's heart was chaotic.

"Linger, you have to remove some of your tail." Qin Mudao.

Fox Linger set the tail aside and continued to tremble.

Qin Mu frowned, and after the tail of the fox linger was removed, the golden ring that abandoned the sacred stick was still shaking, and it was ringing.

“Does there be a third person besides me and Fox Linger? Is there a third person who is abusive? Is it the woman who sings?”

The golden ring that abandons the Luo Zen stick is getting more and more urgent. It is clear that there is a third person here. His distracting thoughts are too many, and he will not stop when he feels his distracting thoughts.

In the air, the song swayed and became more and more sad.

Qin Mu looked down and suddenly hit a cold war. I saw only a mist in the fog. A palm of the knot was abandoning the Luo Zen stick. It had not touched the Zen stick, and it was like a thunder in the thunder. No interest in shrinking back.

Qin Mu smashed the Luo Zen stick and looked around. The corner of his eye could not help but jump. The thin palm of the surrounding fog was constantly coming to him. He just shrugged back when he encountered the gap. .

The soft singing voice in the fog is gradually clear, like singing in his ear.

"What is it in the fog?"

His scalp was numb, and the fox had climbed down his trousers to his back, and drilled into his arms, hiding in his clothes, only the furry little head was exposed, secretly looking around, screaming trembling.

This kind of scene is terrible, Qin Mu can not help but some confusion, but the golden ring vibration, there is a kind of peace of mind, so that his heart quickly calm down.

He has set his mind, so many hands, obviously not the same person.

"No matter what, it is all gone!"

Qin Muyuan converges, rushing into the gap and swaying into the sacred caduceus, lifting the caduceus and lifting a heavy meal. He only listens to a loud bang, and suddenly sings out the singularity of the sacred scepter, and shoots in all directions, with At the same time, there was a Buddha shadow behind him, sitting in the air, and the Sanskrit masterpiece.

"If I smell it!"

The voice of the Buddha in the shadow of the Buddha is shocked: "All living beings have never lived or died since they were born. They all lived without knowing the truth, and they were pure and clear. They thought about it. This is not true, so there is a rotation - rotation - rotation -,turn--"