Chapter 58: First
The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!
Qiao Wan almost vomited blood without being directly suppressed by this coercion.
Lying on the rubble, Qiao Wan moved her fingers.
During this period of time, her body has been strengthened a lot, but this coercion is like a boulder pressing down on her limbs, so that Qiao Wan can hardly move.
Compared with the power of the limbs under this coercion, what is more terrifying is the deep-rooted fear and cold.
Looking from Qiao Wan's place, only the corner of the man's robe and the black boots under the corner of the robe can be seen.
Qiao Wan's breathing suddenly became very slow and heavy.
It was not that she had not been oppressed by Feng Ruanyan's coercion before, but compared to the person in front of her, she knew what it meant to be insignificant.
Before the absolute coercion, it was difficult to even stand up.
Qiao Wan held the incense case with one hand, barely stood up, but her legs were still shaking uncontrollably.
Not only did his legs tremble, his teeth trembled uncontrollably.
The wolves and foxes outside the wild temple seemed to have stopped in an instant, and even the insects chirping among the blades of grass did not make any sound.
There was a heavy silence for dozens of miles. In the wild temple, only Qiao Wan's heavy breathing and the slight sound of blood dripping onto the ground could be heard.
The black bear faced the man, knelt down without any hope, and shrank into a **** hair ball, shaking like a sieve.
found it?
What did you find?
Qiao Wan looked at the man.
Demon Emperor Jiaying seemed to have noticed her gaze, raised his eyelids and looked over coldly, sneering.
"Shameless rat, bring it here."
Qiao Wan spat out a mouthful of blood.
Pressed by that coercion.
Being oppressed and scolded, and wiping the blood from the corners of her lips, Qiao Wan was a little dazed, not only a little dazed, but also a little aggrieved, and even a little angry.
This coercion is too tyrannical. Under this coercion, her practice for so many years is like a piece of paper that breaks with a single poke.
Qiao Wan: "What do you mean by that?"
Jia Ying seemed to be irritated by her ignorance, her demonic aura lingered behind her, and her eyes were as cold as water.
"Bring what you stole."
"Since you dared to steal at the beginning, why don't you dare to recognize it now?"
What he looked at was... the thunder disk at her feet?
steal……
Joe was stunned.
Suddenly, Feng Dai's gentle face appeared in front of him.
"If you can help me find my storage bag, I will be very grateful."
He thanked the Thunder Pan.
Yu Sanniang said that Feng Dai did not advise her to go south through the demon clan territory.
What is still unclear about this situation now, Qiao Wan thought about it, and a thought appeared in her mind like lightning.
There was a thud in my heart, like a basin of ice water pouring down my head.
been pitted.
She was tricked by Feng Dai! !
It must have been Feng Dai who stole the demon emperor's thunder disk, but found that it was useless to him, and it was a hot potato, so he simply threw the potato on her head.
He actually dared to steal the demon emperor's thunder disk! !
Qi and blood surged in his chest, and Qiao Wan spat out a mouthful of old blood again.
"Cough cough cough!!"
Right now, there are only three people in the broken temple, including her, the demon emperor Jiaying, and the black bear demon.
Under such terrifying pressure, Qiao Wan had no intention of colliding with the evil spirit in the cultivation world in front of her.
Wiping the blood on the corners of his mouth, Qiao Wan gave her a calm salute, "The Demon Emperor has misunderstood, this thunder disk was acquired by chance, not stolen by me."
"Please calm down the demon emperor. Since this thunder disk belongs to His Majesty, I will return the thunder disk to its original owner."
Man: "Where did you get this thunder disk?"
Qiao Wan replied without hesitation: "From a Confucian cultivator named Feng Dai."
Since Feng Dai cheated on him, don't blame her for selling him neatly.
Jia Ying finally set his eyes on Qiao Wan: "According to what you said, he is a Confucian cultivator, what kind of thunder plate do you want?"
The man's eyes were dark and dark, like a bottomless cold pool, reflecting no trace of light.
After being looked at by the man, Qiao Wan was covered in hair!
Qiao Wan: "The cultivators in this world practice all kinds of strange exercises. Although this person is a Confucian cultivator, stealing the Thunder Pan might be useful."
Qiao Wan thought that her attitude was already in place, and her actions were also very respectful and polite.
But unexpectedly, the demon emperor Jiaying in front of her didn't plan to let her go at all.
Jia Ying: "The tendons are broken, you want to follow the path of body cultivation."
The man's robe sleeves rolled up, and he raised his hand with a palm.
"Dirty thunder disk, die."
Joe was very saddened.
The fighting maniac is honestly not deceiving me!
Is this just **** looking for someone to fight? !
The dead silence in the wild temple was broken in a blink of an eye!
Qiao Wan turned around and rushed directly behind the statue.
The man stepped a little, crept up, and smashed the right side of the statue with a palm.
Seeing that the Buddha's head with trimmed eyebrows and narrow eyes was smashed into **** by a palm, Qiao Wan was in a cold sweat.
At this time, the demon emperor Jiaying had already caught up.
Qiao Wan clenched her teeth and picked up the gourd, and hit it with a bang.
At this time, either he died or she died.
Qiao Wan felt that she was more likely to die.
The man didn't move the machete in his hand, but luckily.
The demonic energy rose to the sky, twisted into several dark dragon shadows, and went straight to Qiao Wan!
Seeing Long Ying roaring and rolling over, Qiao Wan stomped her feet, exercised her subtle footwork, and jumped directly onto the palm of the Buddha statue in the middle, shooting "Breakthrough of Light"!
After all, they are going to die, so it doesn't make sense to cover the vest or not.
Jump on the palm of the Buddha statue,
The golden Buddha's light was obviously superior to the monstrous demonic energy. The black dragon roared, opened its mouth and bit it, swallowing the Buddha's light completely.
The monstrous dragon energy directly overturned the roof of the wild temple.
The moonlight poured down coldly in an instant.
When Qiao Wan saw this, he exerted strength under his feet, jumped out of the wild temple, and ran wild again!
The last time he was chased by Xie Xingzhi with his sword, Santiaojie was chased and killed by the famous Demon Emperor this time.
It only took ten days to go down the mountain, and it was the first time for someone as talented as Qiao Wan.
run!
Qiao Wan stumbled under her feet, stumbled and ran desperately in the deep mountains and old forests.
Five pitch-black dragon shadows roared and chased after them, and all the trees along the way were overturned by the demonic energy and uprooted!
This is the dragon spirit of the demon emperor.
The demonic energy overflowed, almost obscuring the sky, and the dark clouds blocked the moon, so that no light could leak out.
Several times, Longkou almost bit Qiao Wan's head.
Qiao Wan could only run wildly while endorsing.
That little bit of Xiwei's arrogant and righteousness came out crookedly, helping her to disperse a little bit of demonic energy.
Just like the fluorescence under the rolling dark clouds, in the lingering black demon aura, it appears and disappears from time to time, crumbling, and it looks very bitter.
poetry! poetry! poetry!
what poems...
What kind of poetry can be used?
What other poems could be used?
Qiao Wan's brain is running fast, she has never worked so hard in the college entrance examination as she is now.
The more poems she could think of, the more qi she borrowed.
Qiao Wan's brows were cold, the rabbits rose and falcons fell, and shouted loudly, "I will cut the dragon's feet!"
"Chew dragon meat!"
"Make it impossible to return to the DPRK!"
"Don't fall at night!"
This is "Bitter Days are Short" by Li He, a poet.
As soon as the voice fell, the aura of Haoran flourished!
One is white and the other is black. The two are swirling and intertwined in mid-air, stirring up a violent air current.
The five dragon shadows tightly surrounded the pure white majesty, biting tightly, and the dragon tail swayed wildly.
The white light, majestic soaring into the sky, did not give in, suddenly broke free from the dragon shadow, violently tossed, and overturned the dragon energy in the air.
Jia Ying stopped, glanced at Qiao Wan, and there was a hint of surprise on his face.
He didn't expect this thief in front of him to have this ability.
But this ability... Jia Ying's face is calm, not worth his attention.
Haoran held back the demon dragon righteously, and Qiao Wan only regained some breathing space.
Jia Ying's eyes didn't move: "Where did you steal this poem from?"
Qiao Wan grinned, but did not hide it, "A great man named Li He."
Jia Ying's tone was light: "Poetry is good poetry, but this is not what you did."
"You can't handle it."
Joe was panting heavily.
She really can't handle it.
The tendons and veins on her body were torn and painful, although Confucian Qi nourishing could nourish her damaged tendons and veins.
But Qiao Wan's current muscles are only enough for her to make such a move.
"The thief of the rat generation." As if he suddenly lost interest, Jia Ying tugged at his face, and his robe sleeves twitched, "Suffer to death."
Long Ying, who was entangled with Bai Guang inseparably, suddenly turned around and roared into the man's sleeve, followed by the dragon qi roaring and gushing out again.
It hit Qiao Wan without a single trace.
boom! ! !
A loud bang.
Qiao Wan's sternum was broken, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken string, which was knocked out by the dragon energy.
rumbling—
The surrounding trees were broken by the dragon energy and overturned.
The dark dragon energy lingered and slowly disappeared in the night, finally showing the figure of the girl who had just been wrapped in the dragon energy.
Qiao Wan was lying on the ground, and blood was constantly flowing from all over his body, seeping into the ground under him, dyeing the leaves under him **** red.
As red as autumn maples.
A pine tree beside her swayed, hitting her spine straight.
The man walked up to her.
She could only see the corners of his jet-black robe and the silver-white demon pattern embroidered on the corners of his robe.
...
This is the world of comprehension, where monsters and demons stand side by side,
Some people can come with a sword, and the sword can move the eight wastes. Some people can break through a million soldiers with one hand. Breathing is Xiao Han, spraying wine is river, and ink is mountains and rivers.
Moving mountains and seas, calling for wind and rain, omnipotent.
The mountains and lakes here, and Xianzhou in the sea, are breathtakingly beautiful everywhere.
It's also horribly cruel.
It is not like the description in "Ascension to the Immortal Road". It is full of natural treasures and adventures. Just a few words and a few kind alms can become the light in the eyes of others. You can hug your thighs, go to the pinnacle of life, and talk about a past and present, peerless love with your master, brother, demon master, and demon emperor.
It is simple and rude, direct, the strong eat the weak, and the gap between people is like a natural moat.
This is the real cultivation world.
Strength is supreme, and the strong are respected.
Jia Ying paused and lowered her eyelashes, rarely condescending to look at Qiao Wan more.
"Nice look."
bloody.
surprised him.
Immediately, he felt a little regretful about this palm.
Given time, maybe the girl in front of him will grow into an opponent worthy of his expectation.
But there is no if.
Qiao Wan raised her fierce blood-red eyes, her eyes were splitting, and blood foamed from her mouth and nose one after another.
This palm.
Her bones were shattered all over.