MTL - So What If You’ve Been Reborn?-~ 43 lost world (below)

A drop of bright red blood ran down from Chen Wo's forehead.

The vision of the right eye was a little blurred, and the fist was deeply stuck in the neck of a beast of red fur, and the claws cut through his right arm. These fierce beasts are toxins in their teeth, even after the death, the soul is not scattered, the sand is formed into a body, and it is re-formed as a life-like appearance. The flesh-and-blood body looks like nothing, but after all, there are some things that are different.

They can only attack, bite the throat of the monk, tear the body, but can no longer eat people.

There is no poison on the claws.

Heluo’s monks have repeatedly returned to their lives.

Behind the mountain wall, there are people who can't afford to hurt. The wounded lighter meditation recovers, and the serious ones are already fascinated. Someone needs to put the lingan into his mouth.

Some of the torn wounds are extremely terrible. Fortunately, these are the self-cultivators of the Yuan Ying period. They are almost out of the real body. As long as they are not killed, they can move their blood vessels through the pulse in an emergency. .

Tattered robes, savage injuries, repressed sorrows... Heluo people look very miserable.

Especially for them to feel that there is no face, the little priest brought by Chen Wo and the long eyebrows, still insist on the mountain wall. They are two higher than the junior, and the result is the fastest, and there are very few left in the front line of the battlefield.

After all, the comprehension world has not seen such a fierce battle for many years.

The people of Heluo Pai Dao were beaten by surprise, but instead of Chen He, who was enlisted in the military, and the experienced Tian Yan real person, he was more adapted to the battlefield.

Eight thousand years ago, in the ancient times, it was not a matter of pinching a law than a supernatural power. The ancient monks on the mountain wall were all holding a blade of ice, a magic weapon, or a spell, and they could not stop under their feet. They should avoid the raptors. The attack, as well as the fierce beasts who climbed up the mountain wall.

The long-browed old road is even more shackled, and it is very daring to take out half of it. It is necessary to pay attention to the safety of Chen He, and pay attention to the little priest who built the base period.

"This is not the case."

After the long eyebrows recruited a Thunder to open a few Luo Luo birds, they picked up the Tianyan real people who constantly sneaked in the gap and threw the spells, and then dragged Chen He, who was fighting with the fierce beast.

Seeing a group of scarred people under the mountain wall, the long-browed old hate iron is not a steel foot: "I am really giving the Heluo party a face."

Everyone has the power to hang his head.

What Tianyi real people want to say, but look at these "master-level" the same door, even only half of him is familiar with the appearance, the rest must have been killed in the battlefield before the head of his own, the sadness in his heart, Keep silent.

"And you!" Long eyebrows are facing Chen Hezhen. "You don't honestly lie behind, but also climb to the mountain wall, what do you want to do? Just a beast can kill you!"

Chen Wo erased the blood on his forehead and looked at the mountain wall.

The ancient monks have great disparity, and there are many people in the Jindan period, and there are many foundations. There is no such thing as a low-educated person being protected. It is obvious that there is no retreat on the day.

"Dao, I will be very careful." Chen He said.

"You--" Long-browed old man blows his beard and blinks, almost tells you what is the use of one, and can not affect the battle, and thinks that the Heluo Yuanying infants are in the mountain gates, and they are desperately trying to get better results than Chen He. The thing is awkward.

"The brother is waiting for me outside, I will not die." Chen He seriously said.

Long eyebrows will be very popular with Chen Wo: "Wrap the wound on your arm!"

He turned and reprimanded everyone:

"The ancient monks have kept this mountain wall for countless years. They have rules and regulations for advancing and retreating. You are throwing spells against the beasts. What are you doing? The poor roads bring you out, not to bury you! point!"

Speaking of the shoulders of Tian Yanzhen, I almost took the priests to stand still.

"You are not as good as this little priest!"

Tian Yanzhen, who was forced to act as an example, was under great pressure from all kinds of complicated eyes.

"Cough, the younger generations in Yuzhou City to catch the demon to discuss life, no teachers and no friends, repaired as poor, good at observing the war... Well, observe the situation." Tian Yan real people know more about the Heluo faction door, immediately low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly a lot of people were relieved, and the elders were so embarrassed that they couldn’t stand their faces.

"Elders...we have no other way to break the small pieces?" There was a weakly wounded Heluo Taoist who said weakly.

"Where is the way?"

The eight-tailed fox that opened the small-scale debris is dead, just destroy the balance of spiritual power in this ancient wasteland.

This is a simple matter. Take out the geese's plucking posture and pull out the spirit grass in the small-scale debris. The ore and jade that can refine the magic weapon are all dug away, and the beasts inside are also killed. Destroying the aura cycle, the world of debris continues to collapse.

Who would know that there are actually two sides of the soul, and there are countless years of war.

"Severely injured, others go up the mountain wall, not allowed to do it, stay with the ancient monks and help them resist the attack." The long-browed man groaned with a beard and said, "The rice has to be stuttered, the road has to go step by step, learn Will not keep his life, and go back to the valley to return to the poor."

This is a silent bird.

"go!"

The Taoist people in Heluo silently made a mark on the mountain wall to record.

In the sky of the small debris, there is a bright sun hanging in the sky, regardless of day and night. In fact, it is a group of sun rays. As the broken world is always hanging in the sky, it is very hot.

Within the enchantment under Helupai, the valley has never been safe.

This is the first month, every household has a grain of food, and most of the Xicheng 13th Square are thin and home-grown civilians. The well water is dry, but there are many mountain springs in the valley, connected to the veins, and there is no shortage of food for a while.

It’s just a sudden change, people’s hearts are chaotic, and they hear the roaring roar outside, the gods fly around, and occasionally there are murderous birds, even if they are immediately hunted, many people are shocked to get sick.

There is no spring and no autumn, and finally people accept the fact that they can no longer go out.

A large number of people died, and the internal troubles were repeated again and again, and eventually everything returned to calm.

The valley fruit forest was picked up and there were more open fields.

There were many tombs along the edge of the forest. There were not enough incense sticks, and they could only be in the graves. They are clearly contrasted with the neat and dense scratches on one side of the mountain wall.

Whenever the wind blows the dust of the fierce beasts under the Baizhang Mountain to the end of the sky, on the silent mountain wall, the figure of the ancient monks will appear. They are dead, but still alive, never reach tomorrow.

"Little brother, got up."

The ancient monk who grasped the magic shield of the round shield woke up Chen Wo.

Although he does not remember Chen He, he is used to this person lying near himself.

Undead souls, every time they appear, they always thought that this was the eve of the fierce beasts. They gathered on the mountain wall and waited for a battle to determine the fate of their homeland.

The Taolu people’s Taoists also ended their interest rate adjustments and stood up in twos and threes.

Everyone’s robes are ruined, and the clothes in their storage bags are almost exhausted.

Chen He didn't count how many nicks there were on the mountain wall. He only knew that the Heluo Taoist who added a nick for each occurrence of the beastly beast had already changed four.

All the dead are not buried.

The self-cultivator is almost a hand with a storage bag. When he is alive, he can put things. When he is dead, he can still be used as a high-grade straw mat, waiting for the same door to bring them back to Heluo.

- Be careful, there will always be misfortunes.

When the soul of the dead was first seen, many of the Heluo people did not hold it and screamed.

Before the entire head of the eight-tailed fox was shot through the silver arrow, nothing escaped, so that people have forgotten that in this lost ancient world, even if they die, they can not leave.

As a Mahayana comprehension, the long-browed old eyes are reddened, and all the eyes are black and blue. Every day, you have to squat a few times to wake up the lost Heluo disciples.

The deaf people were driven to the bottom of the mountain.

There has never been a problem. It seems that only Chen Wo is left, and even Tian Yanzhen is exhausted.

Long eyebrows had been anxiously staring at Chen He for many days. Finally, I finally remembered that Chen He had a smashing bead. If Chen He wanted to forget, as long as he sealed the bead, it was brand new to him every day. .

Long eyebrows suddenly relieved, all do not know Chen Wo, who is not snoring every day, in fact, nothing has been forgotten.

Chen Wo stood on the side of the mountain and looked at the surging tides from the distance. He thought silently that he had just trained a new scorpion, and his clothes were also broken. The whole person was dark and the back of his arms. There are deep and shallow scars on the back legs.

The scar can be cured with a top grade of Ling Dan. Before he can go out, Chen He does not care about them.

Today, he is also cautious, staring at the beasts that climbed up, picking the target that he can attack, and matching the ancient monk defense with the round shield on his side.

The roaring sound is endless, and the flesh and blood flies under the claws.

There are always ancient monks falling down and turning into dust and sand. This scene is always repeated.

- To live, the brothers will wait for him outside.

Chen He licked his lips and evaded a rhinoceros-like beast. The spiritual power that came out of the palm of his hand had turned into a rich golden color. This is a sign of the ability to bear the knot, but this state has been going on for a long time.

Even Tian Yanzheng had successfully settled Dan not long ago, and Chen He did not move.

Only Chen He knows that his accumulated amount of spiritual power does not catalyze the stagnation of Dan, but all of it is given to the sleeping stone. Every time he woke up, he could see that the seal of the stone fire was one less.

Fast, very soon...

Opening a human face spider, Chen Wo reversed his cheeks and backed it to a giant ape with a sharp tooth.

The shield of the Shield who was almost killed by the apes came out, holding a hook-shaped magic weapon, smashing through the chest of the ape, and slamming it down the mountain wall. Then the ancient monk smiled at Chen He.

Such a fierce war, which was hopeless and triumphant every time, led to the desperation of many Heluo monks.

Their efforts seem to only slow down the death and injury of the monks - until the souls of the indulgence feel the presence of the Heluo people, and begin to cooperate with each other, the smile that appears, after eight thousand years, Like still alive.

These memories will never reach the soul of tomorrow, who can best talk to them?

Everything was turned into dust again, and the round shield fell to the foot of Chen He.

After a few hours, the ancient monk would smile and ask: "Little brother, where are you from?"

"Yes, the little brother wants to know about the North Xuan faction? It is a big sect. I heard that there have been many immortals, but it is too far away from us. We can't wait for the rescue."

"The battle between the North Xuan School and the Nan Hezong? Who knows, our Jindan period monks are just ordinary people who have been acquainted with the real people, even if they go up to make up the numbers, they are not qualified."

Every time I can wait for the beastly tide to come from the end of the sky, say a word.

Chen He only has to ask a word.

The person who did this was not only Chen He, but the long-browed man had already led the crowd and asked the ancient monks on the mountain wall all over. Although the process was not as smooth as Chen He, he almost knew the names of all the ancient monks.

Including the Mahayana comprehension of the gold armored silver bow.

In the Tianshan Mountain Ji Changge, 8,000 years ago, the Tianshan Mountain was quite a sect. However, after the war of the Holocaust, they had nothing to do with the alliance of Nan Hezong.

After the outbreak of the Great War, this Ji Changge returned to the hometown of Shuiyu Valley and eventually died here.

The silver bow gold armor falls into the dust and is generally the same as others.

Looking at the surrounding hills and returning to calm, the long-browed old road squinted and said: "What do you think of this time, we can't get a good idea, we can only continue to spend here, and the poor road Shouyuan still has three hundred years, always able to find During the Yuan Ying period, you will be given a few help."

Everyone silently said nothing.

Chen Wo suddenly shakes the whole person and seems to fall.

The long-browed old road stood up, but saw a fire rising from the sky, and the flames penetrated the acupoints. If Chen Wo’s own clothes were not broken, he was wearing the extra robes of Heluo, but he was afraid to be The flame burned completely and disappeared.

"How is this going?"

Chen He spelled the aura, the flame broke away from his body and wrapped into an oval ball.

"Hey." Stone fire was excited in the air.

Chen He did not take care of the incitement of the fire in the stone, and did not say that he ran down the mountain wall.

"Chen Wo?" Long eyebrows and old roads can not worry, look out.

"Nothing, I want to tie the knot."

"Oh!" The long eyebrows are as boring as everyone else, and the knot is tan, what is it doing?

Chen He did not explain, he could not say that he couldn't help it - the fire in the stone was separated, and his Dantian aura suddenly had to crack the meridians.