Chapter 43 The Four Imperial Guardians are angry, there is someone above the Bull Demon!
Dong!
Dong!
The dull footsteps, like bells and drums, came from far away and approached.
The heavy snow on the ground, mixed with rain, stirred up ripples of snow that rolled like shaking quilts, and spread outward from a distance, hitting the bluestone steps in front of Xu Ji Woodcarving Shop, exploding snow waves like a storm.
Wave after wave, as if every step down would stir up such ripples.
The sobbing crying sound kept circling, from the other end of the long street to this end.
It was like the ghost gate of hell was opened, and the sobbing ghosts...
Wailed and howled, walking in the world at night!
In the alley.
The old man listened to the footsteps coming from there, felt the extremely strong divinity mixed in the footsteps, and gently patted the child Lu Chi beside him.
"Go, idiot."
"In the battle between warriors, a divine monk intervening... is too much."
The old man said softly.
When Lv Chi heard this, his eyes were not afraid at all, but seemed to be burning like a ball of fire, blazing and fierce.
"Master, leave it to me!"
"Just give that little sister who hasn't married yet... a surprise in advance!"
Lv Chi grinned and tilted his head, revealing a brilliant smile.
The next moment, he actually took out a thumb-sized wooden sculpture from his arms. Although the wooden sculpture was not big, it could vividly carve out the image of a child holding a red tasseled spear, with a bun tied on his head, wearing a red bellyband, and surrounded by red silk.
It was obviously made by a master.
Staring, angry, domineering...
Lv Chi put the thumb-sized wooden sculpture against his forehead, and in an instant, there were actually some light particles floating out of the wooden sculpture, which was the divinity contained in the wooden sculpture.
All of them were put into Lv Chi's eyebrows, and when the wooden sculpture turned into debris and flying sand, it slipped from Lv Chi's chubby palms.
Lv Chi's eyebrows were red, and his eyes were glaring, and he was furious!
"My unmarried junior sister is going to die miserably!"
"Ah! I'm so angry!"
"Prince, help me!"
Lü Chi shouted, his anger rolling, his eyes blazing, his aura rising steadily.
The old man smiled, flicked his finger, and suddenly a red silk floated out, wrapping around Lü Chi's body.
Lü Chi's face was completely blurred by the fiery and angry divinity!
The swirling wind and snow wrapped around his body, and the red silk lingered around him, as if he was stepping on a tornado, with a terrifying momentum!
The old man stroked his beard and smiled, nodding slightly.
The divinity of anger.
[The Angry Third Prince]!
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The crackling winter rain mixed with snow particles.
Falling from a height of thousands of feet, it landed on the umbrella surface of the oil-paper umbrella coated with tung oil, bouncing like a marble.
Under the umbrella, he was dressed in white, more beautiful than the white snow. His face was handsome and charming, his eyes were full of gloom, and there was a teardrop mole at the corner of his eyes, as if he wanted to vent all his sorrows.
The hair on his forehead rose and fell slightly, revealing Simu Bai's tearful face.
He held the umbrella in one hand and walked forward. Every step he took would make the snow on the ground roll forward, clearing a clean area for him to walk.
He walked leisurely towards Xu's Woodcarving Shop.
No matter how tragic and urgent the situation in the woodcarving shop was.
Whether Zhao Chuanxiong's head was cut off by the Bull Demon, or the four blood-exchanging warriors dealt with the Bull Demon, and chased the Bull Demon in a thrilling way...
He never made his rhythmic footsteps show any panic.
"Zhao Chuanxiong is dead."
Si Mubai pursed his lips, his vivid teardrop mole seemed to radiate more and more intense sadness, and his voice was filled with sadness as he was about to cry.
"What a pity... He died, I'm so scared, I'm so scared that Zhao Xuanhai will come to trouble me..."
"God of arrest, kill me, I'm so scared, so sad... Woo woo woo..."
Si Mubai was shrouded in sadness, this was brewing divinity, the seven emotions of divinity... Only by relying on emotions can divinity be aroused, brewing and matching emotions before the battle can make divinity more active and stronger.
The brewing of emotions is a compulsory course for every divine cultivator.
Under the sadness of wanting to cry, his eyes were all clear.
Si Mubai looked at Xu's Woodcarving Shop in the snowy night, with gloom in his sadness, and the Bull Demon... appeared.
Zhao Chuanxiong blatantly took Chen Dabao away in broad daylight, and made a scene outside Xuji Woodcarving Shop, which really attracted the attack of Niu Mo.
But even he, Simu Bai, underestimated the speed of Niu Mo's strength improvement.
The information transmitted by the divine nature of [Crying Ghost Suppression] that he left on Zhao Chuanxiong told him that Niu Mo had actually changed blood!
"It's so fast... Who is this Niu Mo...?"
Simu Bai was really curious.
But he searched his brains, but he couldn't find someone who matched with Niu Mo in his mind.
No matter whether it was a warrior or a divine monk, there was no one who matched.
"This city... doesn't need heroes."
"Tonight."
"Let me send this lone hero off."
Simu Bai held up an oil-paper umbrella, and the raindrops sliding down the umbrella brim were like tears falling from his sad tears.
But when he thought about killing the Niu Mo hero, Simu Bai couldn't help but feel a little excited, and couldn't control his sadness. He couldn't help but want to curl his lips and want to laugh.
Like crying and laughing, sobbing like a ghost.
Suddenly.
Si Mubai raised his foot and suddenly dropped it.
With a dull thud!
The accumulated snow was like a quilt, hitting the far distance.
His stiff neck was raised with difficulty, and the sorrowful expression on his face was like a wooden sculpture, completely frozen.
The snow that turned into a tide and rushed forward melted in the process of impact and turned into a tide at the head of the river, as if there was a blazing fire source in front of it, burning and melting the ice and snow on the entire long street!
However, on the tide.
A child had flaming eyes, a blurred face, red silk like a dancing dragon, and black hair like water grass swaying wildly.
The fat fingers clenched into fists due to excessive nutrition, staring at him with anger.
The extremely strong divinity bloomed like a red lotus.
On Simubai's tearful face, the sadness was so strong that it could not be melted. Staring at the child like a red lotus, his hair stood on end.
"Such a divinity... the divinity of anger, the fourth imperial level... [Angry Prince]?"
The whole long street...
Under the high temperature, the rain and snow melted, and the rain falling from the sky turned into a heavy rain, hitting the umbrella, soaking the originally elegant Si Mubai under the umbrella, and the rain dripped from his forehead hair.
Si Mubai's face showed an abnormal flush.
He coughed violently, and the sadness in his eyes seemed to be dispersed and turned into a trace of fear.
"Four imperial level?"
"Impossible! How can Feilei City have a four imperial level divine base?!"
"How is it possible?!"
"This bull demon... has someone on it!"
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The blood roared like an angry python, and the rain fell on the burly body and evaporated instantly.
Li Che wore a cute cow mask, feeling the rain hitting his hat, and was slightly puzzled in his heart, snow... How did it all turn into rain?
However, he could not think about the changes in the sky, and four groups of fiery breaths around him kept approaching, forcing him into the circle.
He stomped his feet hard, and the blue bricks on the ground cracked, and spider-web-like cracks expanded.
Li Che paused his burly figure, and his eyes under the mask were indifferent as usual.
This place was already in a remote place of Xu's Woodcarving Shop, far away from his own yard area, and it created an illusion for the four blood-exchanging warriors that they had no hope of escaping and were forced into a dead end.
Li Che did not retreat again.
Three blood-exchanging masters of the Lingying Sect lined up in front of him, blocking his three sides.
They wore children's masks, crying, laughing, and angry...
And in the distance, Guo Zhan, a blood-exchanging warrior under Si Mubai, who stood on the roof like a sharp spear, hung arrows and drew his bow, staring at him indifferently, and the rain flowed down his chin and gathered into a thread.
No matter how heavy the rain was, it could not make the arrow pointed at a distance waver in the slightest.
"Run away... Bull Demon, run away again..."
"You've eaten the bait, no, the bull bait... and you still want to run? How can it be so easy?"
The three blood exchange masters of the Lingying Sect stared at Li Che with sinister eyes behind their masks.
"There is no way to escape, just surrender... Let us take a good look..."
"What kind of heroic face do you have under your Bull Demon mask?"
A blood exchange warrior wearing a crying girl mask sneered.
Li Che wore a bamboo hat, and his elastic clothes were completely soaked by the rain, but they perfectly outlined his sturdy and muscular figure.
He lowered his head.
Desperate situation? No way out? !
Indeed, the situation at this moment... was indeed forced into a dead end.
[Tao Fruit: Dragon Elephant King Kong (lv1, 90%)]
In front of him, the Tao Fruit prompt appeared.
Just a little bit...
But, it's almost there.
Li Che raised his head suddenly, his eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and his extremely brutal murderous intent was no longer concealed!
This moment.
After traveling through this world, the hesitation and anxiety suppressed in his heart, seeing the rampant anger and murderous intent of the Lingying Sect, no need to hide!
All in this battle...
Completely vent!
I want to...
Kill! All! You! !
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