socalfunplaces Chapter 141
Chapter 141
If Ao Yang just felt dizzy at this time, then Fuxi was really dizzy.
The appearance of a dragon that is not suitable for being a whip can be in the hands of a wild giant, just like a real whip.
The secret to that is spinning.
Super high-speed spinning!
Whatever the collision is, as long as it rotates, it looks like a slightly thicker golden whip.
Therefore, at this time, the human luck golden dragon (Fuxi) was spinning at high speed, and then was used as a whip to whip Xiangliu.
And....
He also had to listen to the pumped Xiangliu constantly scolding him.
How innocent this is....
Therefore, Fuxi, who was dizzy, increased his strength and mobilized more power from the Kyushu Enchantment.
Thereupon.
Xiangliu's screams became even harsher.
However, the words that insulted Fuxi were more than one less.
Fuxi's wisp of consciousness couldn't help but be satisfied.
Looking at Xiangliu, who was only screaming in front of him, the barbaric giant suddenly stopped the movement of his hand, as if he had played enough.
The golden dragon of human luck in his hand was raised high.
The golden dragon that was swinging at a super high speed also maintained an upright posture, as if holding a golden stalk... Gun!
The barbarian giant who was about to make a move paused, and then, the swinging movement changed slightly, and the originally straight golden dragon turned slightly to the sides.
The original spear shape became flat, like a golden sword.
Then, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the wild giant.
"Calamity Beast Xiangliu, in view of the fact that you have caused all kinds of disasters in my Terran territory and wantonly slaughtered my Terran Race, and then, I... Dayu, hereby borrow the power of Kyushu to place you here forever. The
moment the words fell.
The golden sword in his hand fell with a bang, and the brilliant pillar of light rushed straight into the sky.
In that brilliant light, there is a humane force, which comes from the suppression of people.
As long as the Terrans exist for one day, the suppression of this human will not dissipate.
This Xiangliu will be suppressed all the time, and there is no possibility of escape.
Just by looking at this brilliant pillar of heavenly light, you can clearly understand the humane will contained in it.
And this also quieted the quasi-saint powers in the flood.
Although Xiangliu did not fall at this time, they all knew at this time... In the midst of the flood, there will be no more witches named Xiangliu.
This scene made many powerful people who originally had careful thoughts about the Terrans hide their careful thoughts deeper.
Well!
Careful thinking is impossible to go away.
Therefore, the mighty people in this part decided to do it more secretively, or change the plan a little.
The brilliant light slowly dissipated.
It only left a large area of black evil swamp that was transformed by the influence of Xiangliu's power in place, as well as five high platforms around it that were used as suppressive things.
Above the vast earth.
The sun sets in the west.
The dim sun shines on the giant, who stands above the earth, gazing at the defeated enemy.
He turned around and looked at the civilians he had saved.
"Senior Brother Fuxi, thank you!"
In the Kyushu Enchantment, the turtle spirit waved his hand excitedly and shouted.
Jin Ling, who was originally smiling on the side, froze.
What the heck?
Senior Brother Fuxi?
That Fuxi?
Holy Emperor?
In Jin Ling's mind at this time, countless question marks emerged.
On the other side, the barbaric giant who was about to fly away with his hands raised was stunned, and there was a trace of resentment in his eyes that looked at the turtle spirit from afar.
And the corners of the mouth of the humane luck golden dragon on the side quietly evoked a very weak arc.
Then, the rich expression on the face of the barbaric giant disappeared instantly, and the expressionless rough face quietly looked at the turtle spirit and the golden spirit in the distance.
Among the barbarian giants, the countless Terran cultivators who formed the Terran battle formation were also as expressionless as this barbarian giant at this time.
Although....
In their perception, they have just done something big with their own hands.
Although they know that that is not what they do.
But....
The incomparably real perception just now told them that what happened just now was what they did.
Even from beginning to end, they did not feel the slightest sense of being controlled.
It was as if it was really the big witch Xiangliu they oppressed.
This feeling was the same even for Yu and the other four Terran Da Luo Golden Immortals.
"This is... The power of the Holy Emperor? In
Yu's heart, extreme realism and extreme unreality collided with each other, obviously chaotic thoughts, but Yu did not feel the slightest discomfort.
At the same time, an extremely mysterious method slowly emerged in his sea of knowledge.
......
"Wow!"
In the Fire Cloud Cave.
Fuxi, who looked up at the sky, suddenly showed a smile on his face.
Although, his action this time was very miserable, he was used as a whip, and was regarded as the real murderer by the entire flood waste, and he was constantly insulted by Xiangliu.
But....
Just the last thank you to Senior Brother Fuxi is enough for Fuxi to laugh for a thousand years.
Of course, it is not a heavy junior sister control, because the gratitude of their own junior sister is happy.
It's the thought of someone's face at this time.
Fuxi couldn't help but want to do three whites in a row, and then chanted a poem to express his mood at this time.
However....
Think of someone's temperance.
Fuxi still quietly gave up this idea.
Then silently reward yourself for minusculating.
The number of doppelgangers in the cave of Voldemort was permanently reduced by a hundred, leaving only the number of doppelgangers minus 100 million.
......
East China Sea.
Ao Changsheng Dojo.
The real murderer behind the scenes is looking up at the sky at this time.
For saving the little apprentice by himself, he was mistaken for the senior brother.
Ao Changsheng did not blame the turtle spirit.
After all, from beginning to end, he did not show the slightest identity about himself, but it did not matter whether it was in Xiangliu's mouth or in his own mouth.
But they all think that they recognize him as Fuxi.
Even the moment when Xiang Liu was finally sealed, he also called himself Dayu, and then urged the Golden Dragon of Human Luck, leaving the breath of Fuxi in it.
In this case, the turtle spirit will not admit the mistake, that is a strange thing.
Just....
Now he really wanted to drag that Xiangliu out of the seal again, hang it up and smoke it for three days and three nights, without stopping.
Taking continuous deep breaths, Ao Changsheng calmed his mood.
Then he raised his hand, and the tips of his fingers lit up with golden light, leaving a floating text in the void.
"On a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, my disciple turtle spirit left the dojo and went to the flood desert for more than a hundred years, and she misrecognized her identity as a teacher, and I wrote down this matter."
"Also, I am very dissatisfied with the progress of my disciple's turtle spirit's cultivation, for more than a hundred years, a world's divine powers have not been comprehended, and there has not been much progress in cultivation."
"The reason, for more than a hundred years, playing around with a beautiful little girl, forgetting to cultivate."
"Summary: My Turtle Spirit is not suitable for stocking."
This article was written in the void by Ao Changsheng.
Ao Changsheng's heart was finally much more comfortable.
The smile that was light and cloudy, as if everything was under control, appeared on his face again.
Isn't it the end when you are wrong?
What's in this?
My disciple Fuxi, but much more miserable than me!
......
"Too much bullying... Too much to deceive the witch..." "
The Wu Clan Land, in the Pangu Hall, the only quasi-holy great witch of the Wu Clan at this time, Jiufeng was angry at this time.
Although the combat power is against the sky, the Wu clan does not cultivate the immortal path, and there is no yuan god, and the sense of major events in the flood and wilderness is much slower after all.
At this time, Xiangliu had been suppressed in the Terran frontier, and she knew this.
The same is true of the Wind and Rain Master, Qianyou and the Punishment of Heaven back then, otherwise... How could she have watched this happen.
And this time is even much more serious than before, the matter of Feng Bo Yu Shi and Qian You Punishment Tian.
Although the Feng Boyu Master was brought into the Heavenly Court, and the Qianyou Punishment Day was suppressed by dividing the corpse, this was all time-limited.
Jiufeng also knew that at most, he would suffer for a period of time, and sooner or later he would return to the Wu Clan unharmed.
But this time the Great Witch Xiangliu... But it's Yongzhen!
That Terran race does not die, and the suppressive means that cannot be withdrawn, even if it is Jiufeng, there is no way at all.
After all....
That's the handiwork of a saint!
"Fuxi... Fuxi...," Jiufeng gritted his teeth, his gaze filled with hatred, but quickly.
Jiufeng was deflated, how much hatred there was in his eyes before, how powerless he was at this time.
Sage!
Jiufeng thought of the experience of having been in the prefecture and asking for advice.
Without really facing a saint, one can never imagine how powerful this realm really is.
In a sense, Pingxin Niangniang is actually a saint of the Wu tribe and the backer of the Wu clan.
But thinking of Pingxin Niangniang, Jiufeng's heart felt even more powerless, and even a thick sadness surged up.
In this world, the most terrifying thing is that the backer you think is the one who calculates you.
"Houtu Niangniang, are you really as you said when you incarnated in reincarnation, is Houtu no longer a witch?"
Jiufeng looked sadly at the empty Pangu Hall.
Once upon a time, here, but hundreds of millions of witches, laughter.
Netherworld!
Underworld!
Ping Xin looked at the Nine Phoenixes in the Pangu Hall, with a sad look in his eyes.
"Why don't I want to change back to the Hou Land, become the ancestral witch to protect you... But, the Wu Clan..." muttered Ping Xin softly.
In the end, the voice of Pingxin can only be heard by herself.