At the sixth hour, the bodhi old zu in Kuisu drank angry "black shoulders and left fog …"
"Fog your mother!" The sound of mourning is much more fierce and angry than that of the bodhi old zu in Kuisu. "The old fairy fog has not been refined yet. It is much more troublesome to clean it up if you want to come out. If you have patience, you will wait for the old and get impatient!"
A group of practitioners in the White House were surprised when they heard that the little martial uncle from the mountain suddenly spoke ill words and looked at each other.
"How long?" Kuisu took a deep breath to calm her anger.
"Three hours must be appropriate!"
Kuisu bodhi old zu stuffy hum a no longer mouth.
The old devil was scolded and swallowed the truth in the city, and his younger brother became more and more surprised … Guo Xian was barely able to sit with his hands folded and whispered to his brother, "Mr. Su Jing’s means are subtle and unfathomable."
Net first smiled and nodded and agreed.
Two hours passed quickly, and the fog in the city suddenly shook violently, making a sudden shudder. Kung Fu’s black shoulder and left ugly laughter resounded through the sky. "Well, it became a patient wait!"
With his strange laugh, the fog gradually becomes shallow, and the speed is slow, but it is definitely different from the previous tumbling and swinging. In vain, it is just a convergence of days and monsters and all the hands can see clearly.
However, the fog gathered slowly until the third hour, when the fog gathered for five more days, but the devil didn’t urge the fog to gather again …
Another hour has passed, and the fog has become very shallow, as if a layer of gauze has enveloped the scenery in the city, and it is faintly visible. If you don’t have a cup of tea, you can do your best.
The bodhi old zu Kuisu kept a close eye on the mist in the city, and his face became more and more happy. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the mourning animal called "Oh, no!"
The fog at the voice falls suddenly and strongly! Thick, solid and full of cities again.
Kuisu bodhi old zu face smile cried stiff.
Chapter three hundred and twelve Embroidered sword
This time, before the evil spirits questioned the funeral repair in the city, they spoke first. It is estimated that they felt too much. There was a slight sadness in the voice. "This spell … for the first time, I didn’t notice some situations before, so please wait patiently for Taoist friends. Don’t take it amiss."
Speaking at the same time, Su Jing’s figure moved, and he stood on the top of the tower and took the sword.
Zhang Yi Long sword in the right hand; North ghost Excalibur left hand down; Tianwu Sword Prison hangs high on the top and rotates slowly; The ninety-nine sword feathers surround the sword prison and the floating end; There is a shining golden house beside me. In the room, the sun stands silently, and the eye socket hole is cold and dense.
There is also a green long sword in front of Su Jing … Su Jing’s sword has its own back. After leaving the mountain, he specially asked Gongye Chang for another sword, which specializes in "attaching the soul" to the night.
Giving this sword to my junior martial uncle is not a random choice of this sword, but it has something to do with Guangding. When my ancestors returned to Menzong, they killed the body of a praying mantis with a thousand wings and brought it back to Menzong. Teacher Gongye Chang’s father refined it for 300 years.
Behind Su Jing in front of Tu’s knife Lang, a scarlet dragon was set up, so Su Jingyang’s eyes could see through the fog and he was hiding in the dragon’s son … Convergence fog dragged on for nearly a day may not be able to drag on.
The woman who cut her back with a bee’s waist around the bodhi old zu Kuisu was flattering. "Or can we go to a few people to help a group of Wu Daoyou?"
Su Jing sat in the tower and smiled and responded, "Who is the pavilion?" He’s not in a hurry. One more word will delay him for a while.
Honeycomb waist girl doesn’t sign up. "Please ask Taoist friends to dial the fog and let’s go."
Su Jing laughed ha ha. "Daoyou really want to help?"
"It’s natural." Honeycomb-waisted women know that the mourners can see themselves with a smile. "Taoist friends have killed so many beautiful and charming sisters in the heart-refining palace. I have only seen people like you in my life. I can’t help but bring a piece of help. How dare I go to your side?"
"The female Taoist friend is going to cut my fog will break with it, right? After three thousand years of practice, Wu has seen more dead people than living people; Hear nonsense is more than people say … "Tower Su Jing tone slightly tight" come if you want, but can’t go? "
Say that finish Su Jing tone relaxed again. "You are anxious and I can’t taste it. Is it any good for me that Tianzong people have arrived?" Dear Taoist friends, please be more patient. One more hour … "
"No need." Kuisukou’s old magic face has returned to calm and overlooks Zhenpage Mountain City. "Just as Wu Daoyou said before."
"It’s not necessary, but friends can confuse me according to what I said." Su Jing’s mouth is coping with the rotation of gods, sweeping his swords one by one and responding to his master.
Kuisu bodhi old zu sounds slow and calm. "The old lady said that it is not necessary to ask the pavilion to gather the fog in a hurry." The old man said that according to what you said, you said’ one beat and two parts’. "
Even the mourning theory is true;
Even if the fog in the city really converges in an hour;
Even if this game takes a lot of effort and effort, it will be a great attempt;
Even if I go back to receive the punishment from the "Taoist Master", I will suffer a great deal … Kuisu Johnson will not wait.