Chapter 657: Building a House and a Building
Chapter 658 Building a house and building a building
Boom!
The roar was deafening, the mountain of flesh swept out, and the golden tent exploded into clouds.
Crackling.
Countless pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, and a broken thigh was mixed in and fell into Liang Qu's arms.
Her thighs are as white as jade, with silver chains dangling from her ankles, and her toenails are dyed bright red with impatiens. They are beautiful legs, but they are quite slippery. The light yellow mutton oil has been dried by the cold wind and hardened into cakes.
Throw it away.
Liang Qu went against the crowd and went forward against the wind, relying on the unity of heaven and man to avoid danger.
The wind of the knife blew away the hardened snow, exposing the brown earth for dozens of miles, with staggered cuts.
Countless slaves hugged the gold and silver vessels and ran away. However, the strong wind did not give them much chance of survival. Those who were unlucky turned into blood and mud and froze on the ground together with the broken vessels.
The clouds roared high in the sky.
"Jun Yan Dong, how dare you come to Beiting to seek death, today I will kill another martial saint!"
"Yandong Jun, you are too arrogant! How dare you think that the world is invincible? How can you survive when the begging Khan comes from thousands of miles away!"
"Yandong Jun, do you want to provoke a war between the two countries? Can you bear the crime of ruining lives!"
"Yandong Jun, you and I have no grievances! Why do you want to destroy my tribe!"
"Hahaha, Naiman, there's too much nonsense. I've made a magic weapon. Let me test the gun with you!"
Naiman Khan's eyes flashed with surprise.
The moment the figure exited.
outside world.
Lan Jicai happened to dump the remnants of the master into the Temple of Heaven.
Liang Qu, who was approaching against the wind, was so blessed that his perspective suddenly changed.
Come to your senses again.
Liang Qu held a dark iron spear and stood in the void. The handle of the gun in his palm was not made of delicate wood, but like layers of dense dragon scales. Holding it in his hand was like holding a living dragon.
Coming!
Liang Qu was fully focused. He had experienced similar scenes no less than three times, and he was very familiar with it.
With the blessing of the realm of unity between heaven and man, it is like a tiger with wings, nothing more than...
Bang!
Like a mountain falling, the moment the tip of the gun touched the blade, Liang Qu felt countless messages being roughly stuffed into his mind, bombarding him indiscriminately, as if the gun was not aimed at the Khan, but pierced into his skull. Medium, even stirred twice!
In an instant, Naiman Khan's three-meter-long sword broke inch by inch, and his eyeballs burst with blood, leaving two empty blood holes.
Poof!
The spear penetrated the chest.
It's like a water bag being punctured!
The huge fleshy skin clings tightly to the Khan's bones, making him look ferocious and terrifying!
"Happy, happy!"
A long smile rising to the sky.
"It wears off so fast."
Lan Jicai was surprised and looked down at the empty clay pot.
He did empty out the remnants.
The first time, the two leftovers sat on the altar for a day and a half.
In the second time, the remaining four portions sat on the altar for three and a half days.
The third time I had the same two servings, how could I consume most of them in a blink of an eye?
The center of the Temple of Heaven.
Liang Qu groaned, blood dripping from his mouth and nose, and his breath dropped sharply.
"Um?"
Uh-huh!
Several figures flashed behind Lan Jicai.
Long Binglin, Long Eying, Yang Xu...
"Lord Mo!"
Lan Jicai immediately sought help from the sidelines. He had never seen such a scene.
Logically speaking, unless you are weak-minded, troubled by "demon shadows", and fall into illusions, there should not be any danger if you sit on the altar normally!
Figures flickered.
The skinny old man stood on the opposite mast, glanced at it, and said calmly: "Those who are talented and intelligent can blend with the altar master's true spirit and learn one or two of his skills. The gap between Langyan and Yaolong is too big, and they will withstand the impact during this period. It will be so."
Lan Jicai heard the implication: "That means nothing happened?"
"Nothing."
Sure enough.
Not long after Liang Qu's mouth and nose started to bleed, his breath returned to calmness, and it was even stronger than before, with a bit more sharpness, like a long knife sharpening.
Everyone in the venue relaxed their minds, waited and watched for a while, and then returned to the deck.
In the Temple of Heaven, the remnants of the Grandmaster were consumed rapidly, and Liang Qu greedily accepted the last afterglow.
A completely different experience from Sichuan Lord Beheading the Dragon.
Chuan Zhu's shot gave Liang Qu the feeling as if he had learned a skill that was not his own in the game. In the future, he could press the corresponding button to perform the corresponding move.
The effect is good, but apart from the skills, there is no additional benefit. Just follow the gourd and draw the scoop. Without the gourd, you can't draw the scoop at all. What should I do if I use it on weekdays?
Yan Dongjun's true spirit skills are different.
Perhaps his realm level was not as high as that of Lord Sichuan, and with the help of the auxiliary learning of the Harmony of Heaven and Man, Liang Qu gained so much that he felt overwhelmed for a while, so he could only gulp down the jujubes for the time being, trying his best to remember all the feelings and bury them in his memory. Let’s chew it slowly later.
nice one!
Really good stuff!
Snow falls and snow stops, sun rises and sets.
In a blink of an eye, two days later, the setting sun spread over the river, sprinkled with gold.
The boat went to Jishuitan.
As we approach the imperial capital, there are more and more merchant ships on the river, finally showing a somewhat prosperous look. Moreover, all the large ships going to the imperial capital have backgrounds, and they are not as feared as the gold-leaf ships in other places.
He was so curious that he even deliberately came closer to find out why there were people sitting high on the boat.
The Temple of Heaven has long since returned to deathly silence.
After the remnants of the Grandmaster were consumed, Lan Jicai sealed it immediately to avoid losing the true spirit in the altar.
But Liang Qu still didn't wake up from his trance.
Fortunately, his increasingly strong breath showed that he was fine and was doing well.
"Which young man from this family is young and has such a huge savings, is he going to join the tiger hunt?"
On the three-story high barge, a young man in a long gown held the railing, looked at Liang Qu, and was secretly amazed.
He was nearly thirty years old, barely a bridge, and the other party seemed to be several years younger than him.
"Hey, isn't this Song Jili? Why don't you go to Beiling to practice, and come to the imperial capital? Why are you going home for the holidays this year?"
Song Jili turned around when he heard the voice, and saw the person who spoke clearly, and laughed dumbly: "I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be Brother Liu. Three years have passed, and it's rare to have free time. I must go home to see it. Could it be Brother Liu?"
"Hey, it's really not." Liu Qiaosheng waved his hand, and a plump woman walked out of the cabin of the barge. He held her in his arms, hugged her waist and leaned against the railing to laugh, and then raised his head, "I returned to Beijing two days earlier than you. Today, I will take a boat with friends to enjoy the snow. If Brother Song is not in a hurry, why not get on the boat and get to know each other? I'll treat you!"
Song Jili's heart was moved.
The journey was boring, and someone invited him to dinner, which was indeed a refined thing. He was about to turn around and jump off the boat, when suddenly, his ears moved.
Crack!
There was a subtle crisp sound in the river breeze.
"This is..."
Liu Qiaosheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he crossed the big boat and saw the golden leaf boat opposite. Then he saw the figure sitting high on the boat, and immediately understood what Song Jili was looking at before.
"Are you going to break through?"
The two looked at each other, both surprised.
It was obviously the blood and qi that were agitated and hypertrophied, causing the crisp sound of muscles and bones rubbing.
"So young, could he be a royal child?"
Crack!
After one sound, there was a second sound, a third sound...
Suddenly.
The dense crisp sound exploded into a piece.
More and more people paid attention to this place and came by boat. During this period, there were many people with outstanding insights who noticed what Liang Qu was sitting on.
That was...
The Temple of Heaven? !
"What's going on? What's going on?"
In the barge, several young men put on their coats and came to Liu Qiaosheng's side. They looked along his index finger and were shocked to see Liang Qu's appearance.
"So young, a great martial artist in his early twenties?"
Before the words fell, the crisp sound gradually faded. It did not disappear, but was drowned by the sound of the even louder sea tide!
Almost at the moment of the sound of the tide, a blazing red light shone through the body, and the golden leaves of the building ship instantly turned into blood leaves.
The waves retreated.
The foam flowers piled up.
The person sitting high stepped on the wind and entered into a state of concentration. His whole body burst into red light, even suppressing the sunset in the sky.
And the majestic blood in his body was refined and condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, surging layer by layer!
Ten feet, twenty feet, thirty feet...
In a blink of an eye.
The blood column broke through the clouds.
Flying eye-catchingly!
