novelsky Chapter 477
Chapter 477
Green mountains and green waters, it is the rainy season again.
The light rain was pattering, and the air was full of water vapor.
Take a breath, and feel the moistness between the mouth and nose.
Between the mountains and rivers, two oil-paper umbrellas are opened between the mountain roads.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Ouyang holds an oil-paper umbrella and looks at the landscape like an ink painting. Although he is not as immortal as Qing Yunzong, he has the beauty of fireworks in the world.
The wheelchair does not need anyone to push it, it is slightly off the ground, and slowly floats forward.
Behind him, Bai Feiyu had a measuring ruler pinned to his waist, and followed behind Ouyang with a smile on his face. Although he didn't know what the country the elder brother was going to look like, who cares?
The two walked very slowly, so slow that when they looked closely at the scenery, they could still notice the obviously different flowers and plants on both sides.
But after all, he is a practitioner, and he has already climbed over mountains without knowing it.
It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rain hasn't stopped since I went down the mountain.
The little fox in Ouyang's arms turned over occasionally when sleeping, and there was no sign of waking up, so Ouyang carefully put it into his arms.
Xiaobai also carefully inspected Hutu's body, and to his surprise, two forces were slowly merging in the little fox's body.
And the little fox's soul cannot withstand such two powerful forces, so it will be consumed by deep sleep.
What Bai Feiyu can be sure of is that if the little fox can completely digest these two forces, when she wakes up, there will be one more great demon cultivator in this world.
Although Bai Feiyu said this, Ouyang, who had always been heartbroken by his old father, was still worried, and had already made a decision in his heart. After Xiaobai's affairs were over, he would go to Wan Yao Kingdom.
When Bai Feiyu thought of what Ouyang said, the corner of his smiling mouth slowly disappeared.
Are there a little more people on the small mountain?
Why do you have to worry about the big brother?
Abandoning the name of Li Taibai and reborn as Bai Feiyu, Xiaobai is as sincere as a boy at this time.
When they got off the mountain road, a small town appeared in front of the two of them.
Before reaching the small town, a few phantoms were already standing in the rain, quietly standing on both sides of the official road, waiting quietly.
The aura coming from several phantoms is strong with spirit.
And the breath from the phantom is clearly the unique breath of the monster race, but the appearance of each phantom is similar with minor differences.
A white mask, the whole body is hidden in the black cloak, standing in the rain curtain like a ghost in the desolate rain.
If ordinary people saw it, they would definitely be seriously ill!
A wry smile appeared on the corner of Bai Feiyu's mouth, how many times is this the first time?
During the past ten days, whenever passing by a city with people, there will be a few spirits waiting outside the city.
As if he knew that the two of them would come, every time he was about to go outside the city, he would go out of the city to meet them.
But it's not to block, but...to please?
Every time they pass by a city, there will be phantoms respectfully saluting the two of them, ready to eat, and finally sending them away in awe.
In the beginning, the big brother would politely ask the other party's name, but after getting used to it, he didn't bother to remember the names that he didn't even bother to remember.
But every time those phantoms saw their elder brother, with their sincere and fearful attitude, they almost cut themselves to add to the fun of the elder brother.
It seems that when I realized the Dao, my elder brother really had a good relationship with the [-] immortals in this world.
"Xiaobai, have you seen that the rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing, but the world is full of sophistication!" Ouyang looked at the phantom who warmly entertained the two of them, and couldn't help being complacent every time.
After politely rejecting the warm hospitality of several phantoms, the two skipped over the small town here and continued to walk towards the capital of the Qing Dynasty.
A few phantoms standing in the rain watched the two disappear into the rain again, and then heaved a sigh of relief as if they had been pardoned.
"Brother, they are just two human brats, and the one in the wheelchair is only at the foundation stage. Why did we stand here a few days ago? Are you still so polite to them?" One of the slightly smaller phantoms raised the smiley mask on its face suspiciously, and asked the phantom who was still respectfully bowing towards the two leaving figures.
Hearing Xiao Xiaoxuying's doubts, the big Xuying wearing a crying mask shuddered, and first hurriedly glanced at the direction in which the two left.
Then he turned around, raised a gray arm and slammed it on the smiling face mask.
"I don't want to live anymore! Didn't I tell you? Are these two scary?" The phantom of the crying mask reprimanded viciously the phantom of the smiling mask.
The phantom of the smiling face mask touched his head, because he couldn't see his expression with the mask on, but he could still feel that the phantom of the smiling face mask felt a little wronged.
In his field of vision, what is there to be afraid of these two human monks?
A disabled monk in the foundation building period, and a boy in white clothes who looks like an ordinary person.
This combination is not enough to eat by myself.
Why is the eldest brother afraid of being like this?
The crying mask seemed to feel the grievance of the smiling mask, sighed softly and said:
"That day, my lord led a hundred thousand people to bring the two killing gods who had just left, and there were more than 1 Zhongxian officials like me! The scene was extremely grand, at least in my memory, my lord has never summoned so many immortals!" The crying mask recalled that day, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on the mask.
The scene of that day, not only me, but the immortals who have been there will never forget it!
Under the leadership of the fairy master, they strangled and killed the two monks who trespassed in the world like the sky.
Among the hundreds of thousands, almost the sky is hidden in endless black clouds.
But in front of them, there was only one person standing.
Standing in the mid-air in a green shirt, holding a long sword in his hand, it looks like a piece of duckweed alone.
In the boundless black cloud, it will be swallowed up in the next second.
But it was also from the green shirt that endless primordial energy rose up, stirring up the black clouds almost instantly.
Only one sword, common and even crude.
The black cloud in the sky was directly hit by the sword to create a huge crack, as if the billowing black cloud was cut into two pieces in the sky.
He didn't use any sword intent, and couldn't feel any power of law.
Just relying on brute force, this does it:
Open the sky with one sword!
The black cloud gathered by hundreds of thousands of immortals was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the green shirt.
It was like raging waves hitting a small board, but that small board completely blocked all the waves, not allowing even a drop of water to rush behind the board.
Thinking of the scene that day, the crying face mask felt cold all over, couldn't help shivering, slightly raised his head to look at the sky, and reprimanded in a low voice:
"Have you ever seen someone who dared to ride on my lord and slap my lord in the face?"