Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

It is an ever-changing brilliance, including azure blue, scarlet red, navy blue, goose yellow, moon white, dark purple, and gold hot stamping.

The light comes in.

A huge object, like an illusory being, poked out from the wall of the storage and access hall.

First came the majestic and undulating antlers, the tall and wide mouth, and the floating and curled long beard; they came from diagonally above the square white deer, and no wall could block them.

Then, the whole head——

In those eyes, which were wider than the doors of a hardware store, the pupils were carefully designed variant characters that formed a circle:

The left eye represents "you" and the right eye represents "hui".

This is the giant dragon that usually hovers over Kuala Lumpur.

It lowered its head, and the pure white clouds surrounding its body rolled in all directions, filling the storage and access hall; like a rolling tide rising from the ground.

The cloud passed through Fang Bailu:

A mellow aroma filled his nose, it was the slightly sour but sweet smell of refined nutrient solution; a colorful naked body reflected in his retina, calling him with body language to pay to unlock the assembly parts of his Taoist partner; the whispers in his ears kept on telling him about today's specials in the shopping catalog.

Fang Bailu was very familiar with this. This was Advertising Cloud.

Chapter 174 Dragon (Part )

“Humans are strange creatures. They store little annoyances and embarrassments in a jar deep in their hearts, to torture themselves with them late at night days, months, or years later.”

The dull sound passed through the clouds and mist and reached Fang Bailu's ears:

"Strange, really strange. The joy that can be bought in life is everywhere. Would you like to buy some too?"

The advertising cloud was wrapped into a colorful giant bead, with its corners almost touching the walls of the storage and access hall. The bottom was sunken into the concrete ruins, as if it was a special pedestal.

It was like a bright moon embraced from the sky, placed in a planet-sized pottery jar and smeared with multi-colored syrup; it felt sweet just by looking at it.

The picture changes on its surface: frame after frame, but every moment of the picture can be imprinted in the viewer's mind and will not be forgotten for a long time.

The giant dragon coiled its body, surrounded the advertising cloud in the middle of its long body, and swam and played.

Fang Bailu groped around and found a relatively intact concrete block beside him, and sat down on it as a chair: in the image seen on his retina, it was a Taoist companion given by a merchant, and he wanted to hold him in his arms; wherever his hands touched, it was soft and smooth.

The five senses are filled with all kinds of processed sensory signals. The raindrops hitting the skin are transformed into the caress and numbness of the card-drawing partner.

He tried to close his eyes, but nothing changed: no, the images were even clearer.

He had certainly seen and felt the advertising cloud and advertising tide. But this was not the usual intensity.

Fang Bailu just felt that someone was opening his skull and carving deep words on his cerebral cortex with a pen knife.

"...So this kind of Taoist companion can be customized?"

In a little while, he would either go completely crazy or faint - unless he escaped from the coverage of the advertising cloud in time.

But now? He was so tired that moving a finger was more difficult than lifting a bag of cement. After all, he was just a mortal body, and the loss of fighting with the Taoist soldiers was too great.

The clouds continued to permeate, and even my thoughts were no longer clear, confused by impurities:

"...50% off? 30% off! Can be paid in installments!... This is just like what Mr. Kui said. Fortunately... Buy it, buy it... The chance of winning is 300%... It can be paid off in 70 years..."

……

But, I am also in this line of work.

Fang Bailu opened his eyes wide. A thought cut through the fog like a sharp sword:

"It's still too expensive. Only idiots would buy this kind of stuff!"

He opened his coat, revealing the head hanging at his waist.

Most of the blood that had just flowed all over the floor was indeed not from Fang Bailu - some of it came from the Taoist soldier that he had just beheaded upstairs.

The cheeks of the head were pale due to blood loss, and the mask that was originally flashing with black and white hexagrams had been shattered, replaced by a pair of lenses emitting a dazzling light.

Fang Bailu, who couldn't see - now in front of him was a poster that said "Ten Taoist Companion Packs, one high-quality secondary sexual characteristics component will be included" - recalled the approximate location and flicked the frame on the bridge of his nose with his fingers:

"Demon? Get up and help with the work."

Wow--

The Taoist soldier's lips moved silently, and then suddenly opened as wide as possible: blood spots appeared at the corners of his mouth, and then it cracked.

If he still had vocal cords and a trachea, he might have talked incessantly for a while.

The tubes stretched out from the gaps between the teeth, between the lips and tongue, and even into the nostrils, constantly shaking, like tiny snakes.

hiss--

The side of the head is bulging. This lonely head has no sound and no trachea, but everyone who sees it will think that this action is "inhaling".

The ripples spread outward from the ball of cloud - suddenly, it had a depression, a vortex that turned inward.

The vortex grew deeper and wider until the advertising cloud gradually deflated, becoming a deflated balloon.

But that was clearly not a real "cloud", but a light and shadow effect created by holography——

Hey!

The giant dragon opened its mouth and let out a scream. Distorted bright lines flashed across its slender body, and the edges became blurred as it shook.

It fell backwards, and its tail passed through the white deer sitting there.

The overlapping patterns and words are like ringworm on the skin, spreading from the dragon's head to the whole body.

Those were crude and exaggerated posters, with a shoddy and cheap design, completely different from the original exquisite images of the advertising cloud; it was even hard to tell what the product was being promoted, with only similar options filling most of the page:

Sometimes it’s “agree”, sometimes it’s “subscribe”, and more often it’s just…

A "yes".

Snapped!

The slogan, which was only half of the sphere left, suddenly collapsed and melted into the wind and clouds, like mist being blown away.

Those holographic fragments fell down. Fang Bailu raised his hand, but a streak of golden snow passed through his palm and disappeared into nothingness.

The pipes in the head and mouth at the waist were knocking and slapping against each other, causing the corners of the dead man's mouth to curl upwards: it was a teasing laugh.

It looks terrifying.

The snake group of neural tubes intertwined and converged into one place, and finally retracted into the root of the tongue and disappeared.

flutter!

Fang Bailu took off the lenses, shook them, wiped them dry with his sleeve, and put them back into his pocket.

He turned his head tiredly - the giant dragon rolled and struggled in the storage and access hall. Its huge body passed through the pillars, walls and ruins, but it did not stir up a trace of dust.

It seems that the ringworm that spreads all over the body is causing endless pain:

"Is it not over yet?"

This holographic dragon named “Qimao” usually swims in the sky and among the high-rise buildings in Kuala Lumpur, spewing advertising clouds or creating an advertising wave into the city, but in fact it is the “protection formation” that guards the Xianying Palace.

Of course, this is not the only method he has - according to Fang Bailu's guess, Huan Sanren wanted to capture him alive.

Huan Sanren was stunned. Four pairs of eyes swept over the head that Fang Bailu had carefully put aside, and their eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

After a while, he came back to his senses:

"...You came prepared. The club really needs to clean up its act."

He ran his hands over his cheeks - only the grooves shaped by muscle and cartilage were left on his face, and his fingers were filled with magical tools.

The mask on his chest is full of sorrow:

"I would have changed my shift if I had known this. It's so troublesome."

He raised his hands high, shaking and waving the token, as if to summon the invisible dead soul. The Yinpan and Yundang in his hands murmured together, responding to the token:

"…Whenever you meet a saint, you must first cleanse your body and mind so that the devil can be eliminated and you can be judged by the saints…"

The dragon suddenly stopped rolling, and the half-curled dragon whiskers just hung beside Fang Bailu. Looking closer, the long whiskers were thicker than telephone poles.

Bang!

The scaleless dragon's body suddenly flipped up and turned upside down, like a scoreboard being moved, at an astonishing speed.

But on the other side, there is nothing...

The outer shell of the "Pray for Sale" is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the "spine" underneath.

"Ah...how could it be...how..."

Shin opened his eyes wide and crushed the cement block he was holding.

"This is... a flying sword! So many flying swords?!"

The storage and access hall has become hot.

Severe pain came from his chest, abdomen, and internal organs - as if an invisible fist was hammering his broken sternum and ribs.

Red threads extended to the whites of his eyes, and his eyeballs seemed to be bulging and cracking: he felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, which was a sign of increasing intracranial pressure.

hum!

The corpses around first emitted dazzling sparks, and then blue smoke rose from the clothes; the concrete rubbed against each other, leaving white marks.

A sharp whistle passed through the storage and access hall, and the gravel trembled with it -

one two Three……

There are twelve objects in total suspended in the air: there is no spewing flames and air currents, no endlessly turning rotors; they float silently, as if someone is using a magical paintbrush to paint a still life in the air.

Knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hatchets, hooks, forks... their shapes are constantly changing; more often than not, they look like strange objects randomly molded out of plasticine.

Fang Bailu touched his hand to his ear - there was warm blood on his fingertips: the chirping alone had hurt his eardrum.

He rubbed his fingers together and wiped them casually on his collar.

The two masks on Huan Sanren's body showed ferocious features - the effort and hardship were beyond words:

"I only ask you once... when will you surrender!"

Fang Bailu raised his neck, used his hands as a curtain, and looked up:

"This is the true appearance of your protective formation..."

He turned his gaze back and wiped the blood from his nose with his wrist:

"That's it?"

"..."

Huan Sanren raised the four thick eyebrows on the mask - even the pale one looked less sad and more angry:

"How spectacular do you want your death to be? If it weren't for the report, I wouldn't let you die in such a grand way."

He said no more—but the token roared:

"Great filth!"

Chapter 175: The Abyss (I)

Why is it a flying "sword"?

Perhaps because its shape is more suitable for this fantasy——

It is elegant enough, gorgeous enough, and fits the image of a weapon floating in the palm of your hand and soaring into the sky.

"These messy appearances are more appropriately called 'magic weapons'... Well, what's the difference?"

The name does not affect the essence of these things.

He stood up: there were circles of dust ripples spreading out around him, which were the long winds brought about by the flying swords above his head.

Looking up from below, there was only a white blur in front of his eyes. His skin felt a deep burning pain and numbness. Fang Bailu brushed his forearm, but there were no ants with sharp teeth and flaming fire biting at him.

He naturally had no intention of evading: every muscle in his limbs secreted creatine, which was like lead all over his body, and he could not move. The fight with so many Taoist soldiers had indeed consumed too much physical strength. Even if he could move freely, he could not escape the lock of this formation.

The reason why he did not fall down at this time was because his "mobile phone" was supporting his back - a "back chair" suspended in the air, hidden under his coat.