v3 Chapter 165： Variation [second more]

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Everything fell into silence, and the breath disappeared along with this picture, and the scroll suspended in the void fell before Xiao Chen.

Tears slipped from the corner of his eyes, Xiao Chen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with sadness. He didn't know the reason for everything in this picture. The countless persecuted monks had nothing to do with him, but for some reason, he was extremely sad, and his heart was filled with unyielding beliefs.

"My monk, we must not forget!"

He groaned in his mouth, and firmness appeared on Xiao Chen's face. Although he didn't know what secret was hidden in it, he had a firm conviction in his heart. clear!

Why is there such a horrific battle long ago? How does the so-called upper class exist? Who is that endless monk entangled in bloodvine? Where do the arms that appear in the sky come from?

Xiao Chen felt as if he had touched a hidden secret, which was full of sorrow, full of calamity, and full of killing, but there was no fear in his heart. Because our monks must not forget! What can't be forgotten is not known to Xiao Chen, but he believes that as his strength improves and he slowly explores, he will one day understand all these things.

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Deep in the big 6 and on the top of the mountain, the old man was locked by the iron chain, silent.

At this moment, the old man suddenly looked up, and his yellow eyes were full of excitement, his eyes seemed to penetrate space.

"His breath has been exalted for many years, has His Holiness already forgiven my fault and resent his clan to take charge."

The muddy tears slipped down the old cheeks, and under that scar, there was a bit of sadness.

"The old man waited hard and finally met the people. Everything is worth it. It's worth it."

The sound is wafting, like a wild ghost crying, sorrowing and breaking the intestine.

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Hooking away from the old road and riding on a donkey, holding a jug, taking a sip from time to time, even in this serious crisis, it is still difficult to hide the ease.

Bo Gu's follower followed in the light, and his face was cautious, but deep in his eyes, it was difficult to hide his joy. After a few days, the colorful glazed fruit on the top of the mountain was finally available. If it were not here, the old guy would have been tempted to refining on the spot.

The little donkey walked happily, and from time to time he asked for a sip of wine.

Just as the little donkey was led aimlessly, his party escaped dangers and restrictions one after another. It was far from the rampage that the old way said.

When the two donkeys crossed a stream and avoided the killing, the little donkeys had their eyes brightened, their hoofs dropped faster, and "DaDa" ran forward happily.

Hooking away from the old road, Xu Yan's eyes opened instantly and murmured: "Are there finally good things? I said, brother, you don't have to be so high-eyed, some babies are obviously very good, but you don't instruct us to charge. What a waste. "

Bogu expressed his joy, which is why he is willing to cooperate with the old way away, because his donkey is really extraordinary, or it can be called a treasure hunting donkey. Any treasure can be found no matter how deep it is hidden. Furthermore, he has a keen sense of sensitivity, a clear sense of danger, and can easily avoid all obstacles following him. What's more, although this little donkey is colorful, Bogu has seen its power. Under the fury, he can fight the monks without falling! If we talk about it in detail, this little donkey is the most powerful among them.

Bogu and Hooking away from the old road are old knowledge, and have spoken to ask where this little donkey was obtained. But the old man who has always been dishonest is extremely severe, not only kept silent about the matter, but warned Bogu never to ask again. So what secret is this little donkey hiding in the world, I'm afraid it's the only thing to keep away from the old road and know this donkey himself.

Bogu shook his head, depressed his thoughts, walked for a moment, and stopped in front of a giant tree.

It is called a giant tree, but it is deserved. I do n’t know how long the trees are growing in front of me. The lush canopy covers dozens of miles, and the roots are thick and bare like a dragon.

The trunk is a hundred feet thick, hundreds of feet high, and its canopy covers the sky, giving people a very powerful visual impact.

At this moment the donkey was standing under the tree, walking back and forth, and there was a little anxiety in surprise.

Hooking away from the old road, his face changed slightly. For thousands of years, he had never seen such a donkey reaction. At the moment, the figure fell to the ground, and he looked cautiously above the ancient tree.

Bogu is juxtaposed with it, and his eyes are a little strange. I am afraid that such an ancient tree can only exist in such strange places.

After a while, the two regained their gazes and frowned slightly, but they didn't notice the slightest difference.

The little donkey screamed suddenly when he saw this, and shook away from the old man's eyes. He lost his voice and said, "What, you say there is something from your hometown, how is it possible?"

The old guy suddenly changed color, his eyes widened, looking at the old tree in front of him, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

Bogu was silent, the origin of the little donkey was magical, and he had already guessed that his hometown was certainly not simple.

"Bogudao friends, you step back and wait for me to find out what is hidden here."

Hooked away from the old road and spoke in a deep voice.

Bo Gu nodded, flashing light, and the figure exited beyond Baizhang.

Attentively looking away from the old way, at this moment, biting his fingertips with open mouth, Yin Hong's blood flowed out instantly, condensed into a blood bead, flashing a strange luster. The old guy pointed his finger down, quickly painted on the trunk, and painted complicated patterns, gradually forming a strange rune.

At the completion of the last rune of this rune, a low drink was drawn from the mouth of Lao Dao: "Appear!"

With a drink, the endless blood rush burst out from the Yin Hong Rune on the trunk, and spread quickly, covering the entire tree body, so that the whole ancient tree was bathed in blood. Suddenly, at a certain branch, a strange wave suddenly appeared, and the blood awn seemed to be attracted, and quickly coagulated away from the branch, forming a group of blood pupa, shrinking one by one, as if gestating something.

Click.

After a few breaths, the blood shattered, and a whole body gold, adult fist-sized golden bell hangs on the branch, and as the breeze shakes, the crisp sound of the bell rings. The sound of this bell sounded like a magic power, spreading in the air, spreading far away, as if calling for some kind of sleeping existence.

When the bell rang, the donkey screamed, but it contained endless fear.

Hooking away from the old road, it became extremely ugly to hear the color behind, and his body flashed, and his mouth burst into drink: "Go! Leave here!"

Although Bogu didn't know why, when he saw the way away from the old road, his heart was suddenly violent.

Two donkeys whistled away.

At the rear, under the bell, the leaves of the ancient tree are withered and yellow, and the blue branches are withered and decayed, and the vitality is instantly transformed into a strong breath of death.

When the last leaf withered, the ancient tree was completely rotten, like a skeletal skeleton, with endless fierce breath.

The ground began to shake violently. A withered palm suddenly broke through the soil, followed by that terrible skull, wearing a long-decomposed tattered shirt.

A dry corpse came out of the ground, stood above the ground, and raised his head to roar.

The surrounding land, rolling, countless figures stood up shaking.

The whole body was rotten, but in this dried corpse, there was an overwhelming energy wave. This wave is not illegal, but a breath of death.

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