The Heavens: Falling Ink From Douluo

Chapter 556 Flying with a sword to the south of the Yangtze River

"you you……"

Huang Rong pointed at the steel sword that popped out of the ground, and was so shocked that she couldn't even speak: "How on earth did you take it out?"

As he spoke, he also imitated Lin Chaoci's movements.

When he stretched his hand forward, it seemed as if there was a pillar of earth in front of him.

Then, punch him.

It hit the air and caught the air.

When he pulled it back, there was still a ball of air in his hand.

"that's it?"

Huang Rong confirmed with Lin Chaoci.

Lin Chaoci nodded.

Afraid that Huang Rong wouldn't understand, he raised his hand and summoned another earth pillar, placing it in front of Huang Rong, meaning that Huang Rong could try it too: "Do it again?"

Huang Rong punched him in doubt.

The clods were surprisingly fragile.

Not rock hard at all.

Half of the sword hilt was exposed.

Most of the sword body is still buried in the soil.

"How did you do it?"

"It's amazing...no, it's incredible!"

Huang Rong was dumbfounded and touched the long sword in her hand. She looked around and found no good test subjects, so she had to thrust it into the ground. Most of the sword disappeared immediately, proving that it was a sharp enough magic weapon.

"Wuxing knows, right?"

Lin Chaoci asked a very basic question.

Huang Rong thoughtfully said: "Of course I know."

"Wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal, metal generates water and water generates wood. This is the mutual generation of the five elements."

"Wood conquers earth, earth conquers water, water conquers fire, fire conquers metal and metal conquers wood. This is the mutual restraint of the five elements."

“Drilling wood to make fire is a classic example of wood making fire.”

“The fire is passed down from generation to generation, which is a classic example of fire producing earth.”

"As for native gold...haven't you seen it now?"

Lin Chaoci raised the sword in his hand and gave a more scientific explanation, although it was all quite metaphysical: "You can understand it as - the soil contains many elements, and mineral veins such as copper, iron, gold and silver are all in the soil. Buried, they came together after a long time to form a vein. I just extracted some of their elements scattered in the soil and made this kind of steel sword. Isn’t it reasonable?”

Huang Rong pulled out the steel sword inserted into the ground.

He looked at it for two or three seconds.

Only then did he hold back a comment that made Lin Chaoci burst into laughter: "I'm really happy for those blacksmiths. If you enter this industry, they will all lose their jobs..."

"It's a pity I'm not a blacksmith."

Lin Chaoci echoed with a smile.

With just one glance, Huang Rong watched helplessly as the steel sword in her hand turned into a ball of yellow sand, fell to the ground, and was swallowed up by the earth at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the yellow sand completely disappeared, like a yellow beam in a dream.

"What are you doing?"

Huang Rong pouted her lips.

The delicate little eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Even if she is angry, she is still cute.

"Don't do it."

Lin Chaoci automatically omitted the word "Ma" at the end, and threw the steel sword in his hand upwards. The sword body and hilt expanded rapidly. In just a blink of an eye, it turned into a sword that was about the same size as the one in later generations. The giant sword the size of someone's security door was one foot off the ground, which is about thirty centimeters, and he immediately jumped up on his own.

After going up, I turned back.

Patting the long sword floating under him.

In a matter-of-fact tone, he urged Huang Rong, who was still in shock:
"Why are you standing there stupidly?"

"Come up?"

"The sword cannot fly in your hand."

"Dust to dust, dust to dust."

"If you're not afraid of throwing objects from high altitudes, I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Come up quickly, we're about to take off!"

take off?

Familiar words broke into my ears.

Huang Rong's whole body trembled.

Who didn’t want to fly freely like a bird when they were little?
Even Qinggong is just a martial art created by imitating the flight of birds, just like the Quanzhen Sect's Jinyan Kung Fu. Isn't it just the hope that one can go to heaven?
There is also Wudang’s Tiyunzong.

These familiar martial arts are all like this.

Then, suddenly one day, someone told her, you can go to heaven!

Ah this...

You really can't help me... Huang Rong carefully stepped on the huge sword as wide as a door panel. Lin Chaoci didn't laugh at Huang Rong, a newbie. He also came here like this back then. In the Sword Fairy Dream, men are better than women. After doing more, he gradually got used to it and treated it as a way of playing. It was also one of the few ways of traveling in the Douluo Universe that he never got tired of.

Press Huang Rong into the gap in the middle of the door panel.

This corresponds to the blood groove of the sword body.

With a wave of his hand, two handles emerged from the blood tank.

Lin Chaoci sat near the hilt of the sword.

Huang Rong was naturally sitting at the end near the tip of the sword.

When I step into the sword for the first time, I am inevitably frightened.

Many times it is even more difficult to stand.

With two handles, you can ease this ecstatic feeling and prevent yourself from having the illusion that you are about to fly out, so you can really fly out, fall to the ground, and turn into a flower. Blood flower.

"Sit tight...activate!"

Lin Chaoci took out a bottle of juice from somewhere.

While opening the bottle cap.

The flying sword under his butt slowly rose.

Huang Rong was provoked and shouted: "It's moving! It's moving! Look, it's moving!"

"What kind of talk is this about tigers and wolves?"

Lin Chaoci didn't say this out loud.

Just pouring juice silently on the side.

People who have ghosts in their hearts will look like ghosts to everyone. The reason is nothing more than this.

Huang Rong was not bold enough to let go of her hands.

Although the flying sword has mana injected into it by Lin Chaoci, just like the space protective shield of an interstellar battleship in science fiction movies, this flying sword also has its own mana protective shield. Even if Huang Rong runs to the edge, it will not fall.

However, Huang Rong doesn’t know yet!

She held the handles on either side tightly.

Looking at the clouds getting closer and closer to me.

For the first time, I knew what it meant to be dazzled.

He didn't even notice the juice that Lin Chaoci handed over. He kept a stiff posture and sat in the same place, not even daring to change positions. However, he didn't notice the juice that had been very stable during the flight.

Until the flying sword rises to a certain height.

Passed through the clouds.

Among the layers of white clouds.

When the direction cannot be determined.

Lin Chaoci took out the location map.

Press the positioning map on Feijian. In addition to the existing red dot, there is a green dot and a dotted line on the map.

It was only then that Huang Rong came back to her senses.

He looked at the motionless crystal glass of juice in front of him.

Immediately he knew what Lin Chaoci wanted to express.

Embarrassedly, he let go of his hand, not panicking, and no longer thought that the flying sword was shaking. He picked up the juice, took a sip, calmed his mind, and then took stock of the surrounding scenery.

The long sword gradually began to move forward.

The speed gradually increased.

Every cloud can be clearly seen from her.

It is as fleeting as the clouds of the past.

It took less than 10 minutes.

White air waves gradually spread outside the sword body. It took less than 10 minutes to fly from Zhongdu where Guo Jing and his party were to Zhangjiakou where Huang Rong met for the first time. It took less than an hour to fly from Zhongdu to Zhangjiakou where Huang Rong met for the first time. Zhangjiakou flew to Mongolia's territory.

Looking down from the flying sword.

The feeling is indescribable.

Especially when we arrived in Mongolia, our first glance really matched what the poem said: the sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and you can see cattle and sheep!

Especially the blue sky in Mongolia is as clear as blue.

In many places there are no clouds at all.

Huang Rong held the high-powered telescope given to her by Lin Chaoci.

Look left and look again.

Before I knew it, most of the day had passed.

Lin Chaoci and Huang Rong also officially left the Condor Realm.

We have truly entered the realm of Red Mansions.

It’s an environment where it’s snowing in the north and very cold in the south.

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