"Who are you!"
Wuyi asked in shock, and at the same time summoned his sword!
It's a pity that it's not his natal sword. Sword cultivators in the late stage of Qi refining will not have their own natal sword——
After all, Nan Fuguang is a golden elixir stage monk, and body training is a part of her practice. Even if the sea of consciousness is silent, her swordsmanship is still there.
But she has no sword.
All she could do was grab it.
Nan Fuguang stepped forward, bumped Wu Yi away with his shoulder, and when he was staggering, he snatched the sword from the guardian's hand!
The Qi Refining Sword Cultivator was shocked and wide-eyed by her fluent banditry behavior. However, in the next moment, she saw her inferior iron sword holding a beautiful sword flower in her hand, and the sword light was cold and frosty. The cold sword intent didn't have many fancy moves. She flipped her wrist and the sword blade thrust out!
With the scream, Wuyi leaned back, and in the next moment there was another sword in his hand!
He is just a swordsman in the Qi refining stage. If he spares a little finger that is not enough for Nan Fuguang on ordinary days, at this moment, facing Nan Fuguang is like facing an ordinary martial artist——
Even though his swordsmanship is not as good as hers, he still has some skills!
There was a sharp metal collision sound, and the two swords collided together. Nan Fuguang's mouth was in severe pain, and he almost lost his grip on the sword!
"No one dares to come to Dairi Mine to stir up trouble!"
Three moves were knocked back by him, and the sword edge nearly cut through the tip of her nose while Xiao Mushroom screamed. She was still injured by the sword energy while she was avoiding in a panic——
Seeing blood, the little mushroom started screaming again, probably because he was noisy, so the guardian turned around and kicked him away!
"If you don't hurry up and catch me, I will ask the kitchen to give you as much pleasure as this little bastard!"
Dining room?
What is that place?
Are those people really gone?
Leaning against the dirty wall behind him, Nan Fuguang heard the guardian's proud voice in his ears, and gritted his silver teeth——
If her sea of consciousness hadn't been blocked...
If it weren't for her, she would be like a mortal now!
"No matter who you are now, are you a mortal who has come into contact with the world of immortality on the east coast? Or a monk who accidentally entered this place and was sealed in the sea of consciousness... a monk, otherwise how could there be an explosive talisman?"
The guardian smiled ferociously and tightened his grip on his sword.
"But no matter who you are, if you try to snatch my sword from me on my territory, then you will go to hell where you have no choice - suffer death!"
The tip of the sword was only one step away from Nan Fuguang. She closed her eyes, and despair invaded her heart for a moment. She never expected that she, a sword cultivator at the golden elixir stage, would be like a waste after losing the sea of consciousness...
In the past, mind training and body training were like a joke, without the sea of consciousness——
She can't do anything.
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At the critical moment of life and death, he still couldn't summon the green light sword, and the sea of consciousness fell silent.
Embarrassingly, he dodged the guardian's blow, rolled and crawled to the side of Little Mushroom, and smoothly pulled the crying him behind him.
However, just when the blood was flowing backwards and the cold hand touched the little boy's warm wrist, Nan Fuguang suddenly remembered something——
A few days ago, the butcher once accidentally mentioned that occasionally he did not need to rely on his status as a monk.
She's sure she can.
On the day Lu Sang became a disciple, she shocked everyone in the sect with an ancient tree rising from the ground. In their understanding, even a single-wood spiritual root monk at the Golden Core stage could easily summon such a tree. The Ancient Cangtian Tree is also remarkable——
After summoning the tree, Nan Fuguang not only did not collapse from exhaustion, she even had the strength to fly away with her sword.
At first, they all thought that the cuff that Nan Fuguang used as a medium at that time was at least a high-level immortal weapon or a magic weapon, but later they found out that it was not.
Then, speculations spread. Some said that Yan Ji'an secretly helped, and some said that Nan Fuguang would become a demon after being eroded...
Even the sect leader Xie Cong felt something unusual, so much so that he specifically asked Nan Fuguang how he did it at the sect's regular meeting.
——At that time, Nan Fuguang answered yes, it was just her evil little inventions.
She didn't lie.
Ordinary fairy weapons, magic weapons or other treasures play the greatest role as media or strengthening media, exporting and amplifying the power of the monks themselves——
But since a long time ago, Nan Fuguang likes to "attach" the power of the sea of consciousness to the treasure instead of relying on the already formed treasure to "extract" the power.
This kind of output force will reduce the unnecessary impact caused by the properties and materials of the treasure during the "export" process.
So what if we make a simple "replacement" formula on this basis?
Combine the ordinary sword cultivator's output with the Fu cultivator's tricks.
The principle of talisman repair is to make an advance of the five elements' power existing in the sea of consciousness, channelize and materialize the five elements' power, and then simplify and write the fixed lyrics that output the five elements' power into the corresponding talisman. At the moment of using the talisman, the talisman will be released. The power of the five elements stored in advance.
If a person who has lost the sea of consciousness replaces the cultivator himself with a talisman that possesses the power of the five elements, and the talisman releases the power of the five elements and attaches to the object, then even ordinary objects should possess the unusual power of the five elements.
The stored power of the talisman is clear and calculable.
Now, after deducing the whole logic, she figured out without much effort that the output behavior of using the talisman to attach objects and the operation behavior of her own consciousness sea can be independent of each other.
——Theoretically, she can do the same thing as a monk with only the talisman in her hand when the sea of consciousness is silent and like a mortal...
Even this broken sword in her hand.
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From the corner of his eye, the guardian saw that Nan Fuguang, who was still at a disadvantage and could only evade hastily, suddenly stopped breathing in embarrassment.
In the corner of the cell, a man with countless small wounds tortured by sword energy got up——
Wu Yi smiled contemptuously, just about to laugh at her for being a hero and overestimating her own capabilities...
At this time, I saw her touching her arms and pulling out another yellow talisman. However, this time, the talisman in her hand did not attack directly, but hit the iron sword with a broken handle in her hand!
The flames soared into the sky, accompanied by the blazing waves, and the iron sword was surrounded by blazing flames, just like the sword in the hand of a fire spirit root sword cultivator who was at least in the Foundation Establishment stage!
"You...how is it possible!"
Wuyi's pair of turbid fish eyes slowly widened in shock in the reflected firelight. But it was too late to stop him at this time. He watched helplessly as the sword with the power of essence fire wrapped a sword flower in the girl's hand. ——
The light figure jumped up!
"Bang!" "Bang!"
The tiger's mouth was numb, and the sword in his hand shattered!
There was a severe penetrating pain in the palm of his hand, and the guardian fell to the ground, looking up at the delicate face of the emotionless girl hanging above him. The splattered blood stained her chin, and the tips of her hanging hair brushed the tip of his nose.
She sat on his chest, holding a sword in one hand and resting her elbow on her bent knees casually. The firelight illuminated half of her face, and through the messy hair, those bright and terrifying black eyes were looking down at her. he.
"Ask a question." Nan Fuguang said, "Why is your sea of consciousness not restricted by restrictions?"
Wuyi's face turned pale in pain, his lips trembled, and his eyes were covered with fear——
It seemed that if he told her, there would be consequences that frightened him even more than the current situation.
Nan Fuguang pursed her lips and muttered "Tough mouth", and the sword that penetrated the guardian's palm suddenly turned in her hand - the flames burned the flesh and made a "sizzling" sound, accompanied by the deliciously cooked flesh. She was nauseated and had a burning stench, and while he was screaming in heart-rending pain, she did not hesitate and drew her sword with a "pop" sound.
On the iron sword, bright red blood dripped to the ground along the blade, and the flame gradually extinguished. She casually wiped the blood on Wuyi's chest and turned her hand to break the cell lock.
Picking up the mute-like little mushroom and putting it under her arm, she stepped out of the cell door with one leg and turned back: "Is that nagging transporter really dead just now? What kind of dining room are you talking about? You always do this Can you tell me?”
Wuyi said nothing.
Nan Fuguang touched the sword he had just hung on his waist.
Wuyi immediately shivered as if it was a conditioned reflex, turned his head, and looked feebly in the direction they left——
Nan Fuguang followed his gaze and saw a very hidden path at the end of the mountain.
……
The application time has not passed yet.
The prohibition on beating the guardian or the prohibition on escaping from prison was not listed in the list of jurisdictions of the supervisee, so Duan Nan did not appear.
It was as if he was bound to that code of conduct.
Numb, non-motorized, single-minded, cold-blooded.
Looking at the sky outside through one of the few windows in the imperial prison, it was still some time before Shenshi. Nan Fuguang did not stop exploring, but chose to continue moving forward...
Dining room?
She was in front, and Little Mushroom was behind. Since the battle in prison, the little boy had completely become her little tail.
When walking into the secret passage, Nan Fuguang already felt that something was wrong.
The deeper you went, the more the smell of blood from the secret passage stung your nose. Little Mushroom was probably not familiar with this smell, so he just sneezed, leaned forward silently, and grabbed Nan Fuguang's trouser leg.
Nan Fuguang stretched out her hand and touched the mountain wall. She felt something sticky, like something dirty accumulated over many years. She didn't want to think about what it was.
The surroundings were too dark, so she squatted down and looked at the boy with bright black eyes above her in the darkness: "Duoduo, right? Just stand here and wait for me, okay?"
"I'm not lying, Uncle Asi. No one who turns into a fox will come back. My father. Now, Uncle Asi." Xiao Mushroom said while grabbing Nan Fuguang's sleeve, "There should be no mining in the transportation area. District's secret. Don't go.
There have never been too many "shouldn'ts" in Nan Fuguang's dictionary.
If there is a "shouldn't", it is that the monks of the Big Sun Mine should not rely on the closed mining environment to violate the laws of the Immortal Alliance and trample on mortals wantonly.
Folk novels always like to write those love stories about gods and their spouses, exterminating evil spirits, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, saving the common people, and earth-shaking creations. They always say that this is the love between immortals and chivalrous people.
But obviously before the evil spirit destroys the heaven and earth, there will always be human disaster first. Under man-made disasters, there are also corpses scattered everywhere, with flesh and blood separated.
For those who practice Taoism, the road goes first.
Defeat its sharpness, dissolve its confusion, harmonize its light, and become the same as its dust.
If you sit back and hope to become an immortal, you should first think of yourself as a knight.
Nan Fuguang smiled silently, touched the little boy's head with her clean hand, then slid it to the back of her waist, and grasped the hilt of the sword that felt familiar yet unfamiliar to her.
The slender fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, and the wildly beating heart found its place in the dark and enclosed mountain. Then she got up, drew out her iron sword, held it deep into the mountain, and came to a closed wooden door. The wooden door was half-opened, and there was a faint light from the fire and the sound of "gulu gulu" who opened it...
Nan Fuguang kicked the door open!
Immediately, he was staggered by the smell of burnt animal fur and the strange aroma of meat!
Taking a closer look, the cold hairs all over her body stood up. Wherever she saw it, hanging down from the top of the space were pieces of raw fox fur, red, brown, snow-white...
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Some of the fur has long been dried, and some of the fur has been peeled off freshly. It flows along the hollow frame of the fox's eyes and falls to the ground with a ticking sound.
Below are several large pots of boiling water.
On the chopping board next to the cauldron, there were several huge fish with their heads chopped off. The smelly fish scales were splashed everywhere. Among the fish scales, there was a freshly skinned fox hanging.
Its fur was right above it, and blood slipped from the fur and fell into its unblinking eyes.
Beside the cauldron, several black-robed monks wearing tall white hats and white bibs are busy...
The door fell to the ground and a gust of wind stirred up the steaming white steam in the boiling pot. As Nan Fuguang's chest surged, he saw clearly a dirty wooden sign hanging above his head, sticky with grease and layers of dried blood: The dining room is an important place, and idlers are not allowed to enter.
A talisman fell on the palm of his hand and hit the iron sword in his hand. With a bang, the fire almost illuminated the entire dining room and completely offended the guardians who were working step by step.
"Who is here? How dare you trespass into the important area of the dining room!"
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The day was approaching midnight, and the Dairi Mine was not as tense and filled with longing as usual when work was about to be completed.
The first thing that was heard was the transport workers who were busy pulling out the mine carts from the mountain. At first, they thought it was the loud noises that often came from the mines and were not reassured...
But they soon discover that things are not as usual.
The loud noise that occurred deep in the mine was like someone piercing the sky. The sunset was dim, and the dusk dyed the clouds on the horizon with blood, seeming to blur their vision... In their curious and surprised eyes, A towering mountain suddenly exploded!
The dust and gravel rolled up fell to the ground like raindrops, and several groups of black shadows fought, getting closer and closer——
The first person to appear was the guardian, wearing the white bib commonly used by cooks. The guardian was a talisman cultivator. He scrambled out of the dust with a hurried expression, and took out two green talismans in a panic!
"Thirty-three days of respecting the dirty soil——"
Before the lyrics had finished, and the talisman had not yet been ignited, a figure as agile and sharp as a cheetah jumped out of the dust and smoke!
With Ling Feng's sword, the green talisman was neatly split into two. The guardian dressed as a cook saw some kind of monster and was thrown to the ground in the next second!
There was a loud "choking" sound. The girl was wearing a blue mining robe. The sword in her hand had already been curled. Blood flowed from the blood groove on the sword body. The sword tip penetrated deeply into the guardian's chest!
Although it is not fatal, if you receive this sword, you may never be able to advance again!
The blunt sword penetrated, making a special muffled sound like the flesh was splitting. The guardian was firmly nailed to the ground, his hands and feet twitched, his energy veins were damaged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!
All the miners in the transportation area and the miners in the mining area who heard the probe were shocked and dumbfounded——
Watching helplessly, the newcomer in the transportation area who was taken away for talking to the miners in the mining area in the morning was like a female Shura returning from a bloody bath with a sword!
She was holding a sword in one hand and a piece of dried fox fur that she tore off from nowhere in the other hand, and threw it onto the face of the trembling Fu Xiu who was distorted by physical damage and exhaustion!
"Whose mother and father are these, and whose youngest son are these!"
She straightened up——
His dull eyes scanned the silent and astonished faces.
"The Big Sun Mine is inhumane! I am Nan Fuguang, the chief disciple of the Yuntian Sect. I now use the three-foot sword in my hand to represent heaven and show injustice to mankind! I sacrifice the blood of monks who trample on mortals to the way of heaven and protect the laws of the Immortal Alliance!"< br>
It was the first time he left the sect and entered the mortal world, joining the Blood Blade clan.
Nan Fuguang himself couldn't even count how many butchers he had killed with this iron sword in his hand today!
Behind her, several guardians who had been beaten to pieces arrived, and at the same time more reinforcements appeared.
Except for the scattered footsteps, there were not many other noises around. Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. They witnessed the girl standing in the open space with a face stained with blood and dust slashing her way out of the dining room with a broken sword.
She calls herself a monk.
But it was obvious that the sea of consciousness was sealed at this time, and she was close to exhaustion. Her slender wrists were shaking slightly without leaving any trace. She let go of the useless sword that could no longer be used. It was not that she abandoned the sword and caught it without mercy, but that she He no longer had any strength to hold the hilt of the sword in his hand.
Black gold falls to the ground, the sky sinks, and the black candle rises in the east.
The application time has arrived.
From a very far away place, the silver bells on the anklets rang, and the miners recovered from the initial shock. They dropped what they were doing, turned around, and scattered like birds and beasts towards the distance. The nearest safe house——
One of the transporters was running and tripped over the rails.
Looking back in panic, he saw the supervisor holding the terrifying giant scythe falling from the sky. At the same time, an arrow in the hand of a guardian shot through the girl's right eye.
Blood splashed from the arrow hilt, and blood beads fell to the ground covered with dust——
This was the last thing he saw.
……
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. It will probably be sunny again tomorrow.
In the gray earthen house, a tall man sat along the edge of the window, holding his chin with one hand and looking at the full moon hanging in the sky, his deep black eyes showing no ripples.
He seemed to be waiting.
After a long time, he did not move, until there was a soft "squeak" from the door of the earthen house, and someone walked in slowly.
The man came to the window and stopped.
Leaning against the window, the man finally made some movement. He turned slightly to the side and looked down at the person standing next to him, looking up at him——
It is an incomplete "eye-to-eye contact".
The visitor had already put on a yellow mining area worker's uniform. Her long hair was tied up with a silver hairpin. She didn't know when her dirty face had been washed clean. At this moment, she raised her delicate and small chin, and her face was dark. Although his left eye is tired but bright, his right eye is wrapped with layers of white gauze and seems to be unable to see.
The butcher was silent for a moment.
Say nothing.
Suddenly he raised his hand, and his rough index finger brushed over the gauze. It slipped to the edge, paused briefly, and raised a corner of the edge, revealing the injury under the gauze.
He came closer, and his breath briefly touched the girl's. Neither of them moved away, as if they didn't care at all about the distance that seemed to be too much of an intrusion into the realm.
After looking at the gauze from the side for a long time, the man's strong and tight arms relaxed slightly inconspicuously.
He seemed relieved.
At the same time, Nan Fuguang threw something randomly from his arms——
It's a straw man.
The right eye of the straw man was dark and burnt, and Nan Fuguang's name and birth date on his chest became blurred.
...So this is what it is?
It almost fooled me.
The corners of the man's thin lips dropped again, becoming the same listless look as before.
"Curiosity killed the cat. Even if the cat has nine...oh, five lives, it still hurts to be shot through the eye, right?"
Nan Fuguang expressionlessly slapped away the gauze that was still hanging over her right eye, and now he was restlessly sliding his rough hand up and down like a tease.
"Is it worth it?"
asked the butcher.
"Value."
……
People with disabilities can be promoted directly from the transportation area to the mining area without exception.
She wanted to see what great secrets this inexplicable Big Sun Mine held.
(End of chapter)
The author said: dampen its sharpness, resolve its confusion, harmonize its light, and become the same as its dust. ——"Tao Te Ching"
The three-foot sword in the back box represents heaven and shows injustice to man. ——"Quequatrains"
This chapter will give out red envelopes by pressing your paw. You will get as many as you press. You are rich at the end of the month. I don’t like to read the copy. I just want to read the bloody stuff. I will finish the copy as soon as I finish the folder tomorrow. There are still thousands of words in QWQ. Mainly featured. One deposit can lead to many caprices
But I think the dungeon is pretty good-looking. Aren’t we powerful every day? We go around the mines with bare hands every day, and there are also pig-killers who use their faces to kill male partners and female partners. ! !
Yesterday, two chapters were super overhauled. I took away the rules and weird stories to avoid you getting tired of looking at them. The original chapters 25 and 26 were merged, and chapter 26 was completely rewritten. The number of words doubled. Please look back and read it quickly
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