The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 26 Harvest
Wang Heng, who got up in a panic in the distance, was surprised by Wu Ming's identity as a monk, but he reacted without slowness and shouted: "Brother Ziwu, don't panic, I'm here."

Buzz!

A round of full moon jumped out, rising inch by inch, covering Wang Heng with bright light, like being in a moon palace, holy and cold.

Then the terrifying ice-white cold wave spread, 'click' freezing all directions, sweeping towards Ma Weizhang, turning him into an ice sculpture in an instant.

"Okay!" Wu Ming shouted, drew out his sword, inspired the talisman to swing out suddenly, the crimson light flickered, and a murderous bright red sword slashed across the sky.

With a sound of '噗呲', the sweeping sword energy cut the fragile sculpture into two pieces, the body of the ranger fell in two pieces, and the bright red blood penetrated the ice crystals, staining the whole area red.

Heifenggang Ma Weizhang died!

Wu Ming took a breath, looking at the ice corpse on the ground, he felt that he still had to use physical output, if Wang Heng wasn't there, it would be very difficult for him to clean up by himself, or the car would overturn.

It is true that the power of the "firework" blessed by the method of sacrifice is comparable to that of a howitzer, and it is reasonable to say that it can easily destroy an invulnerable body. Ordinary Taoism usually has a lot of thunder and little rain,

That's why there are legends that the blood of a black donkey can break the law.To put it bluntly, people with qi and blood and masculinity have 'magic resistance'.

"Are you all right, Brother Ziwu?" Wang Heng's head slowly fell a silver moon, turned into a talisman and put it in his arms, leaning over and asking concerned.

"Thank you, Brother Boping, for your help." Wu Ming thanked him solemnly, and then he asked curiously, "Is that Lunar Star Shining Talisman you just had?"

"Haha, brother Ziwu, you're being polite." Wang Heng was full of smiles, exchanging a wave of business, and seeing that he was interested in his runes, he took out a silver-white talisman from his bosom and said, "That's right, This is the Taiyin talisman of my royal family, it costs [-] catties of cold jade to cast into an altar, and asks the immortal officials to carve countless lines, and only one will be condensed every ten years."

Every family has Taiyin Talismans, but if you want to condense them into such treasures simply by relying on Yuehua, you don’t know that you have to wait for the Year of the Monkey, just like the three generations of the Wu family have developed Wenqu Talismans, otherwise you can only rely on 'krypton gold' 'Yes, site selection, materials, and inscriptions are combined into one to build a special sacrificial training site, which consumes countless money.

Wu Ming observed it for a while, and returned it enviously. The two of you are friends of gentlemen, and you will definitely not do anything disdainful.

"Brother Wu, if you want it, our Wang family can give you one as a gift. For young talents like Brother Ziwu, the Wang family also wants to invest." Wang Heng laughed boldly.

Wu Ming smiled and shook his head, thinking that the other party was joking, so he ignored it.

Soon, the ice of Ma Weizhang's body was melted by the hot energy and blood, and the blood mixed with the ice water dyed the area red, so Wu Ming came closer to search him.

The two of them didn't report their hopes at first, but unexpectedly, they broke out their 'magic skills'.

"Black Tiger Shaquan?" Wu Ming held a book made of kraft paper, read out the name, opened it to see that it is a martial arts technique, and it also has the skill of fighting, which can temper the whole body [muscles, skin and bones], strength oneness.

Wang Heng glanced at it, and said indifferently: "Ordinary martial arts, for ordinary people, is to step into inhuman secrets, but for us, that's all. Ten Directions Martial Arts."

Wu Ming was thoughtful. He had heard of the top ten martial arts in the army, each of which was named after some kind of strange beast from the mountains and seas. It was a unique skill that could lead directly to martial saints. In this way, he will also switch to Taoism.

Probably because the upper limit of martial arts in this world is low, you can't live forever, it's difficult to cultivate in depression, your abilities are single, not decent enough, dogs are... well, it's because the nobles don't practice, but it's a future for commoners.

In martial arts, there are only three realms of warrior, congenital martial artist, and martial sage, with a lifespan of at most two hundred years. Wu Ming has the specialty of [Strength], and his talent for martial arts is quite high. In other words, with three times the original accumulation, all talents are high. The world's food problem is difficult to solve, and he is afraid that it will affect his cultivation, so he intends to understand it first.

Wang Heng said with a smile: "If you don't mind, Brother Wu, can you let me make a copy."

Wu Ming said indifferently: "Naturally, this is our shared spoils."

Coincidentally, at this moment, more than a dozen guards came forward dragging a red horse. When Ma Weizhang was defeated just now, the Chollima with the blood of a monster cleverly wanted to escape, but the guards found him holding a thick, long and tough hemp Rope, tightly tied into a ball and pulled.

Even so, the dozens of strong men were struggling, and as the red horse struggled, dust rose.

Seeing this, Wang Heng exclaimed: "What a strong horse, I guess the blood of monster beasts is very strong, a little training should be able to promote to spirit beasts or something."

He looked at Wu Ming, and suddenly stepped forward and pulled the rein of the nine-foot war horse, tamed the brown-red horse with a strong force, pulled it over and laughed at Wu Ming, saying: "Since ancient times, a hero should be equipped with a sword, and he should also have a sword." Good horse, brother Ziwu has the sword, how can there not be a thousand-mile horse?"

"However, it's everyone's spoils of war." Wu Ming said hesitantly.

"Haha, brother Ziwu, we have fought together, this is a gift from a friend." Wang Heng smiled heartily, and added: "Besides, there is a certain distance to Laoshan, and it is faster to ride a horse. We all have good horses. Brother Ziwu is missing."

"Since this is the case, then respect is worse than obedience." Wu Ming also simply agreed, he also likes this horse very much.

Wu Ming is very good at riding and has the strength to carry a tripod. Although he is not as good as a warrior, he can easily tame a fierce horse. He stroked the red-red mane of the horse and loved it more and more: "From now on, I will call you 'Treading Flame' Bar."

On the other hand, Wang Heng did not neglect the guards. Although it was useless to face a strong enemy just now, it is also considered loyalty to not run away. He smiled and shouted: "Brothers, when we go to Laoshan, everyone can copy A [Black Tiger Fist]."

Leaving aside the cheers of the guards, Wu Ming appreciated Wang Heng more and more. Even if it was someone else's property, this kind of friend is comfortable to get along with and worth making.

It’s been a long time since Ma Weizhang’s arrival. Everyone was exhausted and ready to eat, wash and rest. Wu Ming stroked the sword, feeling happy. One step closer.

The fire in the temple was swaying. Wu Ming saw Wang Heng struggling to eat jerky. Food is essential for warriors to maintain their physical strength. Although jerky has high energy, there are too many impurities. He thought for a moment and took out a bottle of [Yangyuan Dan], walked a few steps to Wang Heng's side, and handed it to him.

"This is..." Wang Heng was puzzled, and then said with joy: "Could it be a panacea for cultivators?!"

"Yes, taking one can be worth three days of physical fitness, but it can be bigu, which is very useful for warriors." Wu Ming reciprocated and said lightly: "In the future, you can just find me if you want."

"You are really good, so thank you for your kindness." Wang Heng said with emotion that he has long been annoyed by frequent eating and excretion. Warriors are like large beasts such as whales and pandas, and they spend most of the day. Eat, unless there are Lingmi, elixir and other things.

Wu Ming smiled, and took a Yangyuan Pill to adjust his breath.

After a while, he seemed to remember something, got up and came to the mountain temple, took a few sandalwood sticks, lit them and worshiped again, and a few strands of spirituality were absorbed.

The statue of the mountain god shook a few times, and seemed very happy.

Suddenly, a fog spread before Wu Ming's eyes. He didn't panic. He knew that the gods were dreaming. After the fog cleared, a golden general appeared.

The young man cupped his hands and said, "I pay homage to the mountain god."

The general deity quickly replied: "No need to be too polite, you don't have to wonder why I help you, after all, this temple is under my rule, if a young talent dies here, although I follow the commandment and be innocent, I will eventually die." Condemned by the world."

"Besides, Jinan County has heard the name of the Wu family son for a long time. I also want to make a good relationship. Fortunately, you are extraordinary, so I don't need to violate the rules." He paused and laughed.

Wu Ming just wanted to say thank you...

But the mountain god reached out to stop him and said, "There is no need to thank you anymore. The spirituality produced by your witch's blood is very nourishing to the gods. I took advantage of it. Well, there is a difference between gods and mortals, so I can't say any more."

After finishing speaking, Wu Ming blinked before his eyes, the clouds cleared, and found that he was still in the temple. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then took out a bottle of [Yi Shen Dan] from the package and placed it in front of the sacred tablet, and stepped back from the desk.

Even gods who are nothingness can swallow the panacea, because it is contaminated with spirituality and can be absorbed.

Back at the original place, Wang Heng seemed to notice something, but he ignored it.

Wu Ming, who was sitting on the ground, felt strange for a while. Thinking back to Suihou Zhu, he couldn't help realizing that even if he was a waste tonight, with the help of the gods and Wang Heng, he could get through without any danger and get a good harvest. It's luck, and it can also be said that the Taoist will help more, and the Tao is three years of reading and raising hope.

And his conduct in the world can also be said to be neither arrogant nor humble, and if he forms good ties, the more people will help him, the more people will pay for him, and the flames will be higher. This is the essence of luck.

While imagining the future, Wu Ming fell asleep in a daze.

　Two sheets of [-] words, ask for a ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)