Chapter 258

Zuo Xiaonian was taken aback: "No."

"Really? Not at all?"

"Really do not have."

"What about the fluctuation of divine sense?"

"nor!"

Zuo Xiaoduo frowned: "Could it be my illusion just now?"

He recalled carefully, it seemed... There was a very subtle spiritual power, which flashed by.

Zuo Xiaoduo can be sure.

This is definitely not a person's spiritual power. If this kind of spiritual power is manipulated by humans, then this person's cultivation level may have reached the point where no one can match him.

Even Wan Lao in the Tianling Forest, and even the Shui Lao he encountered later, had such majestic spiritual power that surpassed his cognition level, they did not reach the current level of meticulousness.

Zuo Xiaoduo and Zuo Xiaonian flew up while getting close to the cliff.

Carefully look for any abnormalities on the cliff wall, are there any hollow and shallow places? Maybe there is some hole that is so attractive that it sucked Qin Fangyang in?

But until they were about to leave the poisonous fog area, nothing was found.

Zuo Xiaoduo finally let go of the last bit of luck, and couldn't help but feel lost.

"Nothing found."

"I didn't even find any of the swords thrown by the enemy. They should have been swallowed and melted by the swamp..."

Zuo Xiaoduo was disappointed, and went back together with Zuo Xiaonian.

...

And just after the two left.

On the swampy ground, not far from the void where the two had just stood, the space suddenly changed, and immediately, a huge hole appeared out of thin air.

This suddenly appeared hole is several thousand meters wide, which is more than enough to accommodate an aircraft carrier...

After a while, a gigantic head stretched out silently.

This head must be at least the size of seven or eight locomotives, with a pair of eyeballs rolling around. flipped up,

A single eyeball is almost as big as a house.

The swamp area seemed to be boiling, and the gurgling waves rose hundreds of meters. The next moment, a huge tail rolled in the swamp, like a person who had slept for a long time, suddenly stretched out Lazy...

Countless bubbles popped up and burst, and the poisonous mist in the sky became even denser.

A vague murmured voice: "That little thing almost spotted me just now, but it's sharp..."

"How dangerous!"

When the huge eyeballs were rolled over, there was an expression of 'survival of the lingering fear'.

But if this look is seen by others, it is estimated that most of the people in the entire Shangjing City will be scared to death by him.

"The ancestor said that I cannot be discovered by anyone. Once discovered, it will be my end..."

The voice murmured.

"But which two little things are so weak, can they really threaten me..."

This suddenly huge monster has two strange horns on its head.

He muttered: "It doesn't matter, what the ancestor said must be true... I just don't know when the ancestor will come back... Just here, suffocated to death..."

He flicked his tail a little depressed.

Then he rolled his eyes even more depressed, and turned to look at his side.

It was a man covered in cuts and bruises all over his body, almost torn to pieces, quietly lying beside the monster, his body was not as big as the nails on the monster's claws.

"But what about this?"

The monster looked at the lying man in distress.

"The patriarch said that I am not allowed to kill...not to see people, I have never killed a life, and even the poisonous gas is formed by the power of the inner alchemy to form a shield and cannot get out..."

"Don't see people... What's the matter? This person was still alive when he fell, so does this count as breaking the precept..."

"It's really depressing..."

"When is it okay to yawn? Why do you have to yawn at that time?" The monster was extremely depressed.

"This little thing is not good, how could it fall into my mouth by such a coincidence... It's so speechless..."

"If I hadn't yawned that... this little thing just fell,

Either fell to death, or drowned, or poisoned to death... none of this has anything to do with me, why did it just fall into my mouth by such a coincidence..."

"Now, if he dies, it has something to do with me... But why is such a powerful Heaven's Dao luck involved in this little thing? Once this Heaven's Dao luck is backlashed, I can't bear it..."

"What's up?"

It carefully flipped over the person lying quietly with its little nails, and sighed: "But the injury on Xiaobai's body is too serious...why does such a mortal person, once he dies here, ask me to come here?" Bearing cause and effect? ​​Is there any reason in this world..."

"If you want to keep this guy alive... you have to use the original power of my inner alchemy... I'll fuck it up, I'm too bad!"

"How could I be so unlucky..."

"Isn't it all the time whoever meets me is unlucky? How come meeting such a person after tens of thousands of years has become my own unlucky luck?"

The monster sighed and muttered to himself.

Looking at the man who was about to be fragmented, the breath of life was getting weaker and weaker, so he reluctantly stretched his head over and dripped a drop of saliva into the man's mouth.

"Maintain it first... If you live completely, don't you see me? Once you see me, doesn't it mean that I have been seen by others? If I have been seen by others, that means you have broken your oath? If you have broken your oath, Wouldn't I be in for even worse misfortune!?"

A drop of the monster's saliva dripped down, but it was equivalent to the person lying below taking a bath, and the whole body was soaked.

"It's too small..."

The monster sighed: "It's cheap for you... This is my inner alchemy water..."

Some boredly raised their heads, looking at the heavy poisonous mist that he had created in the air over the years, in his huge eyes, there was an indescribable longing: "When can I go out and play freely..."

"Old Ancestor... When will my nobleman you mentioned come... I have been waiting for so many years... Do you know, do you know that all the flowers I have been waiting for are gone..."

"It's so difficult for me... On the one hand, I'm not allowed to see people, but on the other hand, they say that my nobleman will come... I can't see anyone, how can there be a nobleman... Woooo..."

I felt sorry for myself for a long time, and suddenly thought of something.

He bowed his head sharply.

Look at the people lying on the ground.

Surprised: "This... this, this, this... this little thing is my nobleman, right?"

...

"If this guy is my nobleman, doesn't that mean that I... can go out?"

The monster's two big eyes blinked, and suddenly became excited.

He suddenly lowered his head, looked at the ragged people on the ground, and the saliva from his mouth immediately dropped 9.375 meters.

"My nobleman...you must be my nobleman!..."

"Aww...I'm about to suffocate...you have to be my nobleman..."

...

Zuo Xiaoduo and Zuo Xiaonian ascended dejectedly and reached the top of the mountain.

Both were a little downcast.

Inspiring teachers and mobilizing many people, they were tired all the way, and both of them felt that they had gained nothing.

Just got a nail.

As for the poisonous mist that Zuo Xiaoduo put away, neither of them felt that it was a harvest - just a little poison, who cares?

Whether it's Zuo Xiaoduo or Zuo Xiaonian, they always collect a lot of things, and they don't care about these things at all...

Laichangtian followed closely behind, rising from below.

He didn't go down to the bottom, he was protected far away in the poisonous fog.

Seeing this thick poisonous fog, Lord Demon Ancestor immediately wanted to collect some spares: when encountering a large-scale battle formation of enemies that cannot be dealt with, this thing is simply a must-have weapon in battle!

When the time comes, sprinkle...

It melts a large piece in an instant, what a good thing.

But Master Mozu doesn't have this kind of equipment, so he can only stare at him with greedy eyes.

Hearing that these two treasures were not in his eyes at all, he couldn't help feeling a toothache.

"I don't even know what to say..."

"With this thing, it can guarantee that you can save your life under the siege of millions of monsters... It's not a thing..."

"But the old man can't put it away at all. The angry old man's liver hurts!"

"Hey, those who really know and understand good things, the less they can get good things... On the contrary, they don't understand anything, and their shit luck is overwhelming..."

Lei Changtian looked up to the sky and sighed: "When I was young, I played fried gold with Zuo Changchang and those people. After a while, I would catch three of a kind. Those who were instigated by them would take the initiative to open their cards. Afterwards, I realized that it was the biggest one, what the hell? Not to mention the leopards, even the golden flowers are gone, and the underwear of Lao Tzu, who loses every time he plays cards, is gone... I suspect that those guys are cheating..."

"I guess Zuo Changchang cheated..."

"It made me addicted first, and then made me lose... Finally, I gave him an IOU, which was as thick as a palm, and he hooked up my daughter... I was always smart, but I was confused for a while..."

"Hey, the past is too much to mention..."

...

Zuo Xiaoduo and his two rockets rushed straight up from under the cliff, directly into the air, and then fell slowly, their aura swelled, shaking away all the remaining poisonous mist sticking to the surroundings.

Then the two froze for a moment.

Because, in front of the two of them, there were actually five masked men in black standing quietly on the edge of the cliff!

Pairs of shining eyes looked at the two of them.

The eyes are full of interest.

And, unspeakably brutal.

"Zuo Xiaoduo, what did you find when you entered the bottom of this ten thousand zhang cliff?" A man in black in the center was swaying in the high-altitude wind, his voice sounded like metal and iron, sonorous and powerful.

Zuo Xiaoduo stopped in mid-air, and narrowed his eyes.

"Who are you? How dare you stop me here? Don't tell me, you haven't heard of the name of my Iron Fist son, Zuo Xiaoduo?"

Zuo Xiaoduo snorted.

"Master Iron Fist, hehehe..."

The leading man in black smiled faintly: "Stop playing tricks like this in front of me. You Zuo Xiaoduo is known as the Iron Fist, but your real skill is your sword."

There was a playful look in the eyes of the man in black, and he said lightly: "Lingmaojian, I'm right."

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【Take a leave today, I feel very depressed. My Chinese teacher passed away, and I have to go back. It’s hard, I still remember that when the teacher finished reading my composition on the podium, he sighed and said: This kid can be a writer in the future... When I was desperate, these words supported my career in online literature...

Sorry for today...brothers and sisters. 】