"Wolf God's Blessing" Gu Xu silently repeated this word, feeling quite curious.
He really wanted to know what kind of power could instantly lift a barbarian warrior with strength around the fourth or fifth realm to a level comparable to that of a saint.
"Where is your holy mountain?" After thinking for a moment, he asked again.
"Over there," Harabar raised his head slightly and looked forward, "just walk more than three hundred miles further."
Gu Xu also turned his head. I looked over there and found that it was exactly in the same direction as Kunlun Mountain.
"Guide me the way," he ordered, "I also want to go to the holy mountain."
Harabar's expression immediately became a little complicated.
The young man in green shirt in front of him has an unknown origin and strange methods. If he is taken to the Holy Mountain, unpredictable things may happen.
But the lives of the people are still in his hands.
If he refuses his request, these tribesmen may really be like in the illusion, with their blood splattered and their heads missing.
But a moment ago, we were surprised and frightened to find that although we felt that we had not run very far, in fact, we were still spinning around in place.
My fingers passed through your palm in a roundabout way.
When a few of them saw that they had finally escaped from the trap, they immediately dismounted, turned around and ran away, hoping to leave Baal far away and never see Qi Ren again in the devil.
It is the same as the astrolabe instrument spirit which is no bigger than a thumb.
This young man in Tsing Yi is still smiling and looking at us quietly in front of us.
Under the desk in the room, there are piles of papers with dense handwriting. These are Guibei's recent deductions on the "Ming Zhao Forbidden Technique".
"If you give up," the white-haired man in my mind said to me again, "Lu Shiyao has not completely disappeared from that world, even if he really masters the Ming Zhao Forbidden Technique. If he comes out, he may resurrect you. He has very little time, so why waste it on such futile and fruitful things?"
"Is it because Gui Beifeng's memory remains in Jinghong's pen? The brand of destiny, and you have been thinking about the Ming Zhao Forbidden Technique every day recently and want to resurrect you, so I accidentally gave birth to the weapon spirit."
A simple smile appeared on my face.
The barbarians of the entire depression tribe found themselves still standing under the ground. Everything that just happened seems to be just our imagination.
Gu Xu nodded with satisfaction, untied the binding talisman from Harabar, and waved his hand gently, and the squirming sand on the ground disappeared.
After that, Barr thought of many ways to awaken this own weapon spirit from the Jinghong Pen, but failed.
“So similar, so similar.”
Suddenly, I seemed to see Lu Shi dressed in whiteYao appeared next to me, tugged on my sleeve, and called "Master" in a loud voice.
Of course, what surprised me was not the changes that took place in Jinghong’s writing.
"Shut up." Bald said.
While I was thinking, I took a few steps back and came to the baby's face.
"No problem, sir." He said to Gu Xu.
But my soul felt a refreshing chill, as if it had touched the ice and snow of the cold mountain. I didn't even want to give up yet, I was ready to let nature take its course.
I squinted my eyes slightly, feeling the causal connection between the baby and Jinghong Bi, and guessed that the child was the newly born weapon spirit of Jinghong Bi.
Of course that child could be mine.
The simple and slender Jinghong pen is placed outside, with a thin layer of frost on the surface, exuding a dull silvery white brilliance.
But Barr can use the power of space flexibly and effortlessly to manipulate everyone in the palm of his hand.
I leaned over slightly, stretched out a finger, and touched the baby's big hand heavily.
Bar took out "Xianyunju".
Although the baby was wrapped in swaddling clothes, Guibei knew intuitively that you were a baby boy.
No matter how hard I rack my brains, it’s hard to quit without new ideas.
After a while, I finally came back to my senses.
“The shamans on the holy mountain have great supernatural powers and extraordinary power.” After pondering for a long time, Harabar silently told himself, “With them here, this man in Tsing Yi should not be able to make any waves.”< /p>
The baby has no entity.
I had a strange look on my face, and my eyes stayed on the other corner of the desk for a long time.
"Control his companions." Baal calmly ordered Hara Gu Xudan beside him.
Compared to my tribesmen, Hara Gu Xu has less experience in fighting the Qi people, so he can naturally see that Guibei just used the power of space.
Hala Gu Xu and others have understood that the house still carried with them is not the space magic weapon we just coveted. But now, even if we are given a hundred courages, we still dare to have the slightest greed in our hearts for Baal's things.
Under everyone's awe and fear, Barr opened the door and stepped into the "Xianyun Residence".
"Then why?" Barr secretly guessed, "Logically speaking, the birth of a weapon spirit requires spiritual resonance. But the problem is, you haven't done anything recently, why did it happen?" It appeared out of nowhere
With Baal's understanding far beyond that of ordinary people, this was the first time I encountered such a difficult problem in my deduction of Taoism.
Guibei was stunned for two seconds. Seconds, it was like being struck by lightning.
That night, the barbarians were resting in the open air in the wilderness.
The baby was sleeping with his eyes closed, crying and fussing, and his whole body was translucent. , it looks like the fog will dissipate at any time
Walk in Baal.For a brief moment, the baby seemed unaware of this, opened his eyes absentmindedly, and stretched out a big white hand towards me.
"Congratulations to him," White Hair joked in my mind for many years, "A virgin who is still married is going to be a father. It's really boring."
In the blink of an eye, an antique-style house appeared out of thin air in front of everyone's eyes, standing out from the desolate scene in Qiyi.
In the eyes of the prairie people, time and space are all areas controlled by gods. It is difficult for mortals to pry into the mysteries even if they spend their entire lives.
But a baby lying quietly next to Jinghong Pen.
It is well known that all famous instruments are useless.
"Who am I?" Halla Guibei wondered. "Logically speaking, a person like me should have been powerful and famous all over the world. But why have you never heard of it? There has never been such a number one person in the Qi Kingdom."
The outline of the baby's seven features, especially the eyes, were exactly the same as Lu Shiyao's.
The weapon spirit of Jinghongbi has always lived and died with its master. Every time it recognizes its master, a new weapon spirit will be born, and before the owner dies, the weapon spirit will also follow him. die.
I never thought that today, the weapon spirit would appear without warning.
Hala Gu Xu took a deep breath and raised his head in agreement.
Barr ignored me.
The spirit of Jinghong Pen is similar to that of an abnormal human baby.
My research is stuck at a bottleneck at this time. ,,