"Hum!"
The poor monk made a gold and black "swastika" and greeted the disabled arm.
The residual arm also began to seal with one hand, and a black "swastika" print flew out, colliding with the poor and hard-typed "swastika" real print, and the two touched and crashed.
Endless black gas gushed out from the residual arm, and the black gas condensed into a huge talon, breaking the magic cloud and grasping it towards the poor and difficult monks.
At this time, the golden and black airflow surged around the poor monk, and two deities appeared around him.
Lohan, dressed in a tattered cassock, was holding a diamond pestle, while the fierce Buddhist monk was holding a black Buddhist monk’s knife, and two deities rushed up. The poor and difficult monks continued to fight with the word "swastika".
The war went on, the magic cloud rolled, the poor and difficult monks and two deified monks fought against each other, and the aftermath of the fierce war almost destroyed this small space.
The poor monks shook their hands and made more than a dozen bans, freezing this small space that almost collapsed.
Zhuge retreated to the edge of the valley before dawn, holding a gourd in his arms. He looked at the magical powers of the poor monk, and it seems that there are some similarities with the means used by the demon monk’s residual arm.
Zhuge didn’t light up his inner vibration, remembering what the poor monk said before. He had entered the tomb of the demon monk, although only a piece of the residual arm of the demon monk was buried in the grave. I’m afraid the poor monks not only got the residual arm of the demon monk, but also got the inheritance left by the demon monk.
"Boom!"
More than a dozen prohibitions were instantly destroyed, and at this time, the poor monk and the two incarnations surrounded the residual arm of the demon monk in a triangular array.
The three "swastikas" were combined to form a golden and black vortex, which covered the demon monk’s residual arm.
"Hum ~ ~"
The demon monk’s residual arm tried to escape, but after all, it was covered by this golden and black vortex, and it disappeared into the sea like a mud cow.
"poof!"
At the same time, the poor monk spit out one mouthful blood and turned pale.
"Is it okay for the master?" Zhuge flew up before dawn.
When the poor monk shook his hand, he put away the two deities and said with a wry smile, "It’s all right. Although he was hurt a little, it was the demon monk’s residual arm that finally brought him under control."
"The master wants to keep the residual arm for his own use?" Zhuge asked without light.
The poor monk coughed up a mouthful of blood, and it seems that this short battle was not light for him. He didn’t answer Zhuge Liang’s words, but said, "I would also like to thank my little friend for helping the old monk untie the seal of the demon monk’s residual arm. This kindness is written down by the old monk."
Glancing at the messy valley, the poor monk said, "I want to repair this place, old monk, and let Xiaoyun help you arrange a temporary rest place later."
"Is the master’s injury okay?"
"It’s okay." :
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Chapter 451 Mr Rogue (on)
Zhuge Liang was sent out of this space before dawn and lived in a wing under the arrangement of the sand and mud named Xiaoyun. In a blink of an eye, Zhuge Buliang has lived here for more than half a month. In this half a month, the poor monk appeared once, and then he kept himself in a small space of * * and never came out.
The poor monk is the Lord of Qianye City, but he has also received more than a dozen disciples. On weekdays, he is quite friendly to Zhuge Buliang, a guest. In particular, the young Shani is obviously familiar with himself. After a few days, he took Zhuge to talk about everything, took him around the city and introduced many relics in the city.
"Look over there, that place is said to be the place where a fairy stayed. Only later, Qianye City experienced countless wars, and this place became a ruin in the war. " Xiaoyun said, pointing to the ruins not far away.
"There is also a place where the emperor of Nanyu broke through at the beginning." Xiaoyun points to a quiet grove again.
"Oh, yes, this well is well-known. The well water in it has the effect of fairy medicine, but it has dried up."
"In the ruins of the dilapidated palace over there, there was once a magic weapon unearthed."
“…….”
There are many such introductions, and everywhere I go, Zhuge is surprised that he is not bright. This thousand yecheng has existed for tens of thousands of years, and many sites are well known. Such an ancient city with a history of ten thousand years must have something extraordinary.
Xiaoyun led him around Qianye City, but there seems to be nothing to introduce in the end. Zhuge walked around here himself when he was not bright, walking in pieces of ruins, each of which had his own extraordinary features.
Here is the ruins of a temple, located in the southwest corner of Qianye City, and few people come on weekdays.
Broken statues are thrown everywhere, full of vicissitudes of life. The things here have been preserved for at least ten thousand years and have not been destroyed.
"You see, it is estimated that another outsider wants to get a bargain." Some people in the distance are pointing fingers at Zhuge Liang.
"This is very common. Thousands of yecheng cities have existed for endless years, and there are many legends. Some foreign practitioners have to come here to spy on these sites. Didn’t you stay in these places at the beginning?"
"That’s right, but it’s a pity that nothing has been gained. It took me so long to make a whitewater."
"I have turned over these sites more than 800 times, and there is not even a hair."
"Hey? He seems to have found something? "
"Really? It is estimated that it is some junk. I didn’t get these things at the beginning. "
The repairman in front of a tea stall in the distance whispered.
At this time, Zhuge opened the ruins before dawn. Under this ruin, he found half an ancient copper coin. This half piece of ancient copper coin is exactly the same as the copper coin material of the money sword on him, but it’s a pity that there is only half piece left, which is of no great use.
For three days in a row, Zhuge Liang wandered around blindly in this ruin, but he didn’t get anything of value. Think about it, too. Thousands of yecheng have existed for such a long time, even if there are good things, they have long been taken away.
However, on this day, when Zhuge was walking in another ruin before dawn, the broken handle in the body suddenly changed. Zhuge took it out at dawn, and the broken handle broke away from Zhuge’s dim palm, flew to a pile of stones hundreds of meters away and stuck it on the ground.
Zhuge walked over before dawn, pulled out the broken handle and took a look at the rubble in front of him. I don’t know how long it has not been turned over, but it has been covered with moss.
"Boom!"
With a wave of his hand, he blasted the rocky pile, and Zhuge carefully rummaged through the rocky pile without light. Finally, in a piece of soil, Zhuge Liang found a bronze ware that was more than a foot long. After a complicated look, Zhuge Liang judged that it was a bronze hilt with no body.
Comparing the bronze hilt with the broken hilt, the materials of the two are extremely similar. It’s just that there is a solidified black spot on the bronze hilt, like blood, but it has dried up on the hilt over time.
No matter how hard Zhuge tried, he couldn’t wipe the blood off the hilt.
"Ha ha ha, this friend, you seem to have found a good thing." Faint laughter came from behind, and seven or eight practitioners with different styles came up. It was a middle-aged man in the middle who was talking.
Zhuge Liang ignored them, just looking at the bronze hilt and the broken hilt, looking for the same place.
"Hey, deaf? I didn’t hear you talking. " A young man standing next to a middle-aged man shouted.