Survival in the National Cemetery: Ma Xiaoling was dug up at the beginning

landscape painting?

This combination is quite a match!

Huh?

and many more!

poet?

Haha!

comfortable!

What a poet!

It can't be a big monster!

Finally, there are no big monsters this round!

Bone Dragon frowned subconsciously, and suddenly realized that there is no need to worry about the poet turning into a monster. He is just a literati and poet. Could it be possible that he can also become Yuanshi Tianzun or Donghuang Taiyi?

Ha ha!

Wait a minute for that poet to be dug out!

This uncle wants to frighten him!

"Haha! I dug up a saint this round! Hahaha!"

Sudden.

In front of Gu Bai.

Daoist Zhang's message floated by.

Oh?

Got a saint?

Gu Bai was curious.

"what!"

"Which one? Taishang Laojun? Master Tongtian? Yuanshi Tianzun? Or the second saint of the West? It can't be Empress Nuwa?"

"It's a pity, Daoist Zhang, even if the saint is dug up, he won't be able to keep it. A creature like a saint who stands at the top of the world will fly away!"

All kinds of information floated by.

"I'm not worried that this saint will fly away!"

Daoist Zhang's message floated by again.

Oh?

Why?

Gu Bai was a little curious again.

"Can Daoist Zhang keep the saint? Don't be joking. Daoist Zhang dug up the Shushan sword and flew away. Daoist Zhang probably knew that the saint would fly away, so he was deliberately joking, right?"

Long Xiaotian's message floated by.

"Because this sage is a saint of poetry, I found a saint of poetry this round, and a saint of poetry is also a saint!"

Daoist Zhang's message floated by again.

world channel.

Information stalled.

Forehead......

I got the poet sage...

Zhang Daochang really has the spirit of entertainment.

Gu Bai was a little emotional.

Pick up the shovel and go forward to dig.

crunch.

After a while, the coffin was opened.

Dressed in white clothes.

A middle-aged man in white came out of the coffin.

"Oh? An ancient poet? This dragon, the six-destroyed dragon, was once the master of the abyss. You, a little poet, quickly report your name!"

Bone Dragon glanced at it and felt it carefully. He didn't find any characteristics of a big monster from the man in white, so he opened his mouth and drank.

Uncle Ben!

Pretend to have!

Everyone lean back!

See how this uncle frightens this poet!

Let this poet write poems for my elder brother in the future! .

Chapter 134

poet?

Poets of which dynasty?

Shen Zhen Ji and Shen Diao Chan are very curious.

"Huh? Surprised! The poet I dug up, he recited a poem just now, and a strange scene appeared, and there were a few more houses in my territory!"

In front of Gu Bai.

Daoist Zhang's message floated by again.

Oh?

Have this ability?

The poet he dug out by himself should have a similar ability.

"made money!"

"Congratulations Daoist Zhang!"

"Have you ever read fantasy novels? I am a professional. This is called the power of literature and Taoism! The sage of poetry, although he is not as good as a real saint, it is definitely no problem to recite a poem to move mountains and fill the sea! What the sage of poetry read just now Poetry, isn't it safe to house tens of thousands of mansions, and it can shelter the world's poor and happy people?"

"What will happen if you say that you die before you finish your mission?"

A lot of information drifted by.

"Not good! The poet sage I dug out recited another poem and ran away. This time he recited a time when he would ride the wind and waves, hang the clouds and sails to help the sea! Then a ship flew out of thin air and borrowed him away! I lost it!"

Daoist Zhang's message floated by again.

"Nima!"

"That's okay too?"

"Why does the poet sage recite the poems of the poet immortal? Isn't he looking for the poet immortal?"

various information.

Gu Bai smiled.

Zhang Daochang was actually lucky.

It's just that the cultivation base is a little worse.

If you have enough cultivation, you should be able to keep the poet saint.

"I'm asking you something, why don't you report your name to 347 quickly!"

At this time.

The bone dragon once again sipped at the dug out poet in white.

but.

Bone Dragon was still ignored.

The poet in white swept across the territory.

His expression changed.

After pondering for a while, he looked up at the sky.

"You want to recite poems? There is a fart for reciting poems. You think it can be used as a magic spell!"

Bone Dragon disdains.

I secretly thought that if my uncle couldn't even scare a poet!

That uncle should bury himself in the ground!

"The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky."

The poet in white begins.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

Under the ginseng fruit tree, Motoko opened his eyes.

"Oh?"

In Efang Palace, Brother Zheng's voice came.

what?

Bone Dragon is dumbfounded!

This Nima!

Why did Brother Zheng and Yuanzi pay attention to this poet!

It's not good for me to deter this guy!

but!

The guy read a sentence and nothing happened!

Can't create much real value at all!

Ha ha!

But so!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Just as the bone dragon soul chuckled, there was a sudden sound of water flowing over the territory, and then a waterfall appeared out of nowhere, flying down towards the ground. After a while, a river appeared in Gu Bai's territory!

"Fairy power? This turned out to be a fairy river? The spiritual power level of the lord's territory has increased!"

Shen Zhenji felt it for a while, and her surprise flashed.

"Absolutely! Chanting poetry can really be used as a magic spell!"

Bone Dragon patted his forehead with one paw.

This stuff!

Under perception!

Basically no spiritual power!

But after reading a poem, it actually brought a river to the elder brother's territory!

This cemetery world!

Are Eastern characters inherently higher than Western characters?

My uncle is the majestic master of the abyss!