Chapter 362

There was a moment of silence. Then, the whole Beige peak defense line and the visible places fell into a jubilation. The agitation originally caused by the emergence of the Golden Dragon sacrifice soul disappeared without a trace.

On the fortress b398, the friars of the Fuyu sect who had been looking forward to it had also cheered.

"The boss is the boss! How fucking powerful!"

Brother Jing jumped up and threw the animal bones in his hands far away towards the barbarian camp. He turned and hugged Zeng Qiu in his arms. Poor Zeng Qiu's small body was almost out of breath by his generous chest. He could only wave his hands in vain, and there was a strange sound in his throat.

"Where's Xi Fu? Niu Niu can't see!" the little guy leaned against them, squinted his big eyes and looked hard, and his pink face was full of unhappiness.

After all, she has just completed the foundation period. Her eyesight is not as good as those around her. The shadow of the bronze giant tripod can still be seen, but Xiang Yang's figure is beyond her reach.

Brother Jing giggled and threw Zeng Qiu aside. He bowed his head, picked up the little guy and carried him on his shoulder. He stretched out his hand and pointed: "here is your master! Do you see that big bug? Kacha..."

He gestured a clean cut gesture: "it was your master who took care of it..."

Niuniu twisted her delicate body, stretched her little head forward, patted her little hand and giggled: "Xifu is the most powerful, big bug... CLICK! Another big bug, or click..."

There was also a fortress defense line between Fort b398 and A-3. Jia Bo looked at the distance with a gray face and his heart beat like a drum.

Is this still human? What kind of enemy did he provoke that day? Fortunately, in the face of the two real ancestors, the guy didn't care about himself anymore

On another fortress, a group of monks of the empty mulberry gate also stared at it. Even if they could not see who was in the virtual shadow of the bronze giant tripod, the story of Xiang Yang's breaking into the barbarian camp alone had been spread. Even fools knew the identity of the man.

A few months ago, they even wanted to forcibly seize the residence of Fuyu sect. It was like grabbing food under the tiger's mouth and pulling out whiskers under the dragon's jaw

In fact, where can Xiang Yang remember them?

He and these friars are not rivals at the same level at all. For example, a man walking in the wasteland is suddenly bitten by a mosquito. If he doesn't shoot him dead on the spot, he won't die. He has to find the mosquito to vent his anger.

That doesn't make any sense.

At this time, he turned a deaf ear to the movement caused by the separation of heaven and earth tripod, and was completely immersed in that trace of perception.

......

"Eh..."

In the Abbot's immortal mountain, a voice full of surprise came from the body of the heaven and earth tripod.

"Old man, our young master is really a strange man. This is the middle way rule. Nine robbers may not understand it. He is just a little monk at the end of the pill, but it seems that he suddenly realized something..."

"Without such luck and talent, how can he be recognized by the old master? Although he has not been completely inherited, what can be wrong if even the old man identified him?"

Hearing him mention the boss, Ding Shuai's voice suddenly lightened a lot: "speaking of the boss, what did you find? I think there's something wrong with the place of trial these days."

The old pen took back his eyes from the spectroscope and looked furtively at his side: "the old guy of the soul emperor seems to know something, but he won't say... I also think it's strange!"

Ding Shuai smiled bitterly: "the boss and the old master are also friends of the same generation. What does he want to do? We can figure out? But during this time, you haven't found that Penglai ruins are getting closer and closer to abbot Xianshan?"

The old pen pinched his goatee and frowned: "I've been to the Hunyuan Taoist palace and explored it with a spectroscopic mother mirror. It's not only the ruins of Penglai, but also Yingzhou... Even Dai and heyuanqiao, which have long been destroyed, seem to have a breath..."

The body of the heaven and earth tripod trembled a little: "this is a big event... Is the boss ready to reopen the immortal road?"

The old pen said with a sad face: "but if we want to reunite the five Immortal Mountains, it will cost too much. It is estimated that the power gathered in the whole trial place over the years is not enough in case, unless we use the power of Hunyuan Taoist palace and Hunyuan tower..."

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, and his old face was wrinkled: "the inheritance is uncertain, and the fairy spirit is destroyed. Even if those two guys make do with it, they can only use some of the most superficial strength. Now without the old worm, what's the use of the second one? No matter how strong the boss is, he can't command the treasure of the fairy emperor?"

The more he said, the lower his voice was: "... You said the boss wouldn't sacrifice both of us?"

“......”

The bronze giant tripod made a 'buzzing' sound and remained silent for a long time. After a long time, it was shining, and the sound of tripod Shuai gnashing his teeth came out.

"Old man, give me another hand! Young master, it's not enough! When can we really inherit it! Fight!"

The rune patterns and green mans rushed away along the mysterious connection between the body and the separated body. The rune patterns were painted too fast, and the sky hair on the old pen's head bag emitted a trace of green smoke. In the body of the heaven and earth tripod, there was a great work of light, and several spiritual fires were lit at the same time.

......

I don't know how long he stood still. Xiang Yang's fingers suddenly moved slightly. His closed eyes slowly opened, and a fine awn flashed by.

He didn't notice the golden liquid floating on his head and the runes around him. He directly extended his fingers and flicked on the Ruyi stick in front of him.

After the "hum" sound, there was silence around. It seemed that nothing had happened.

He still stood quietly, his eyes were silent, and a moment later, a rumbling sound came from the bottom of the ground, and then within hundreds of feet, the earth rolled and moved, and there were dragon like gullies.

"Resonance and frequency... In fact, it is to find the rhythm of all things... This rhythm varies from thing to thing, varies from scene to scene, and is extremely complex. It can only be found with extremely powerful computing power."

Xiang Yang put a smile on the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand again, and there was another loud noise. This time, the air around him twisted. In the wilderness, there was a sudden strong wind dancing and roaring against the ground.

"But I've been around one day. As long as I observe carefully, it's not difficult, but with my current strength, the scope of influence is still limited... But if I can integrate this rhythm into my usual attack, this power... Eh..."

After a burst of joy, he finally woke up from that kind of Epiphany, turned around and looked around blankly.