Break Through the Steam Game Library Chapter 770

In Fengcheng, it is relatively easy to get in touch with the latest news and changes of Yang Guo.

After all, "Scarlet Heaven Xuanming Curse" was on fire in Fengcheng, and it was forced by the government. The hosts of those Taoist temples in the city were called in and asked them to read "Xuanming Curse" in front of the public. For the common people, the phenomenon of upward and downward effects is a huge trend.

Of course, Luo Mansion also began to popularize mantras. The county guard forced his three sons to recite the entire 1,000-word mantra and recite the mantra at least three times a day.

He quietly told his family, "This mantra is related to the group of immortal masters from the capital. If you are sincere, you may be bestowed by the Lord of Scarlet Heaven. As long as you recite it with your heart, you can not enter the cycle after death."

The key is naturally to give the Dharma. If a secular family is at the top, that is, the royal family, and let the children of the family cultivate immortality, then the future will be a sect.

Mortals say that gods are good. Naturally, gods are mountain people. They are no longer just human beings. They are so taller than mortals that they don't know where they are. They live and die, and are free and easy. They are in a strict social system like bamboo pipes. Everyone's ultimate dream.

Lu Zhengkang yawned, resigned from the county guard, and asked for a guide. He said that he was going to travel around the world. On New Year's Eve, he said goodbye to these interesting people and left Fengcheng.

He was about to leave, and the coaches were very unwilling to give up. Everyone gathered up a little entanglement for him. The second son gave Lu Zhengkang a saber. For the lady, she asked the second son to give him a good horse.

"The rivers and lakes are far away, we are destined to see you again."

Lu Zhengkang was going to leave, of course, because he found it boring. It was good for him to go to the brothel, but since he came to Fengcheng, the most visited restaurant is actually. In fact, his inner thoughts have slowly changed. Most ordinary people are filthy. Lu Zhengkang saw these dusty bugs piled up on people's faces, hands, and necks. They looked dirty, although very dirty. True, but looking at these, it really has nothing to do with Fengyue.

Wandering in the rivers and lakes, Lu Zhengkang is a prodigal son, settled in Fengcheng, and there is a road guide, but he still does not have a fixed residence. When Shengjing's Huamochi is repaired, he will go there. Anyway, what kind of monarch has also planted a heart mark, is it a family?

The incarcerated team of Chitian Palace has already traveled to other countries, and they are slowly spreading "Xuanming Curse", but they are still limited to the bottom of the public.

The biggest effect of the spread of this spell is to greatly increase the number of souls in Chi Ming City. In this winter, many people suffering from bitter cold and starvation died of freezing and starvation, and their souls were summoned by Dao Yin, the chief photographer of the Hades, and plunged into a sea of ​​blood.

During the time he left Fengcheng, Lu Zhengkang always wandered around idly. He felt that he was a miserable life. However, during the first month, every household was busy. He often asked for water on the side of the road and was caught by others. When he was a guest, Lu Zhengkang was supposed to participate in the farmhouse, and he would always pay for it. If the host's family did not accept it, he would use his power to cure them secretly.

The good horse that Luo Shihe sent was a mare, brown, looking ordinary, with an energetic smell of livestock. Lu Zhengkang also made a friend with her. He lay on his back along the road. On horseback, looking at the gloomy winter sky, squinting can always sleep comfortably.

The horse was psyched up by Lu Zhengkang. After spending a long time with Lu Zhengkang, it was immersed in inspiration, and finally learned how to use the force to transmit sound on the 27th day of the first lunar month, so it named itself Su Xingyun, Lu Zheng Kang asked her why she gave such a name. She said that she often heard the groom say nothing about it. It was a blockbuster. She usually didn't open her mouth. Once she wanted to make a sound, it must be loud.

Lu Zhengkang was amused by her and fell down.

"I'm serious!" Yu Xingyun snorted. She saw Lu Zhengkang lying on the grass beside the road and letting the sun shine. The leisurely appearance was enviable. The horse also went to the grass to find fresh plants to eat.

Lu Zhengkang had enjoyed it very much, but with the impression of his heart, he realized that disasters had occurred in the northeast of Yang Guo. It seemed that there was an earthquake and mountain torrents, and a lot of anxiety was passed on.

Lu Zhengkang felt that he had to go and see it. It would be good if he could help some suffering. Immediately he got up and urged Yan Xingyun to run faster.

"Why are you anxious?"

"Don't ask, you just run away."

This demon horse ran for three thousand miles around the clock. At sunrise the next day, Lu Zhengkang arrived in the disaster area.

Overnight, more than three thousand souls poured into his Chi Ming city, all from the Moon Wheel Mountain Range.

When he arrived, he saw a long river of stucco rushing across the frost-white ground, and now there was a layer of snow, but on the plain valleys and plains, there was an unusually obvious branch-like rush trail. On this scale, a human village is the size of a soybean.

Yan Xingyun grumbled: "It's miserable, bloody, and very strong."

Lu Zhengkang squinted his eyes. He saw the aura in front of him. There are two monks from the magic path who are gathering souls. This is a robbery. Those souls should have flowed with the Yin veins of the world and plunged into the void, and finally appeared in Chi In the underworld.

He told Yu Xingyun not to move around here, this demon horse muttered to pieces, obviously reluctant.

"Mo Nao, when I come back, I'll give you some magic weapon."

Only then did Yu Xingyun silence, "Say yes, don't regret it!"

Lu Zhengkang waved his hand, the trouble-free child tied with his hair fell off, and was held in his hand, casting a spell on his feet to lift up a bony white Qingyun, flickering with the wind, and rushing to the two evil repairs went.

The two monks who are casting spells in the village to kill people and get their souls are in company. One face has many black pockmarks, and the other is short and plump. Normally, the monks' bodies are perfect. Mana regulates the internal circulation, and there are no skin problems and body problems. The reason for this situation is either the monk himself is willing or the cultivation technique is not normal.

Lu Zhengkang saw that they were a casual cultivator who came to fight the autumn wind. He didn't know where to find a practice inheritance and then he practiced indiscriminately~www.mtlnovel.com~ The real monks in the magical way are all captives for blood and food, and those who run out to hunt belong to Primitive behavior.

The two monks drove away poisonous insects and poisonous clouds. When they saw that there were living people in the mountain torrent, they rushed up, and immediately gnawed the people to corrode the ground with only the brittle skeleton.

Lu Zhengkang threw out the trouble-free child from a distance, and smashed his head on the back of the pockmark's face, as if the scene of the old monk using the King Kong to smash the monkey, but the monk's head is not very tough, just listen to a pop, the whole The head exploded fireworks. Poorly, he also has the cultivation base of pill formation, but he couldn't survive a single move, and the body guard and Qi did not leave him a whole body.

The chunky monk was horrified, and he hurriedly controlled the yellow and green poisonous wood thorns under his feet, and fled into the distance. Lu Zhengkang looked down at him from above. The monk glanced around with his mind and suddenly noticed Lu Zhengkang. , He was uncertain about Lu Zhengkang's cultivation, but he shouted: "The Taoists are merciful!" He said so, but he gathered the poisonous insects around his body, so as to prevent being attacked and killed.

Of course, Lu Zhengkang would not show mercy. He pinched a wise fist mark, and the pockmarked face spurted a stream of blood from his neck, burst into blood beads in the sky, and shot at the short monk like a powerful arrow. , The poisonous insects all over his body were evacuated by the blood beads and died, and they fell one after another.

The dwarf monk cast a spell to draw out a group of emerald green poisonous fire, lingering around his body, burning all the blood beads that hit it, and he did not dare to stay to fight, he still fled with the wooden thorns.

In the oblique stabbing, the trouble-free child broke through the poisonous fire circle and put a set on the neck of the short monk. He immediately shouted, "Bitterness!"

Before he finished his words, there was a bang, and his head was lifted three feet high by the blood flow in his cavity, and his life was also accounted for.

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