Chapter 81: Curious wisdom

In the middle of the night, the rainstorm begins, and the tourmaline reveals a half-round moon.
Within the Great Altar of the Magic Road, several teams of black-robed disciples who had withdrawn from Qingliang Valley hurriedly walked, and the footsteps were turbulent, and the robe was still faintly with a rolling phosphorus fire.
Phosphorus fire fell from their robes, rolling like a cypress, crawling over the grass that was washed out by the rain, crawling over the cloister of the wind chime, and finally surrounded by a square cottage, firefly-like Flip up and down.
There were three or five wild boar oil lamps in the house, and a copper ice sheet was placed along the wall. The ice sheets were filled with large pieces of ice bricks. The chilling and chilling of the chills shrouded the dozens of hailstones displayed in the room. Between the water mist.
Wen Xuechen's corpse was smashed in the light, and the light ran through the heavy water mist, reflecting his gray face.
The nine branches of lights stand on the side of the hail, looking down at this face that I don't know how many times softer than usual.
The smelter with a strong oil on his face slammed in front of him, his voice hoarse and said: "Devil, this waking body has three kinds of refining methods. I don't know which one you want?"
"Which three?"
The smelt replied one by one: "The first and the simplest one can make it forget all the six things, leaving a piece of white paper, written by the king, and listening to the life."
Nine lights did not answer, apparently not satisfied with this result.
The smelt again said: "The second is to smelt half of the corpse. This can avenge the enemy, can make his mind confused, no one is not a ghost, can't die, can't live, if no one instills spiritual power for his life, then It can only be used as a wild dog to cut through the heart of the dead."
He thought that the nine lights would be more satisfied with the design, who thought he still didn't change his look.
The smelt had no choice but to say: "The third method of refining can reverse the five senses, black and white, and light for darkness. But this method is very risky, and it is necessary to add correction memory when necessary. It takes a lot of effort..."
Nine lights went straight to ask: "I want him to be able to tell the people who are not the right way and the right way. You can do it?"
The smelter simply explained his request, and the Jiuzhi lamp stepped out of the smelt.
The disciples who had been going back and forth in the past had waited. After seeing the nine lights, he couldn’t wait to swear: "Sell the Lord! We have surrounded the Qinggu Valley into an iron bucket, blocking the spiritual power, no matter what. The information can't be delivered! They are now in the middle of it, they can only sit still!"
This is a good news, but the nine lights have not changed in the autumn, as if this victory is not enough to provoke a glimpse of his dead water heart: "The other three can be aware?"
"The disciples who sent the surveillance all said that the three doors were calm and there was no change!" The disciple’s voice trembled, and it was difficult to conceal the excitement. "Respect the Lord, when do we start and break into the cool valley?"
Nine lights pinged: "Before you besieged them, say it one day."
"...respect the Lord?"
Nine branches of light: "Send people to the Valley of the Cool Valley: We have been fighting before, to report the murder of the son of the Blackwater Fortress. Now I don't want to kill again. If they are willing to return to the Magic Road, I will stay in the cool valley. Everyone has a way to live."
The disciples who swooped back and forth swallowed a sip of water: "Respect the Lord, the cool valley lost the warm snow and dust, and the sharpness is frustrated. Now it is a good time to fight and win the battle. If they breathe for a while, they once used it. Artifact 'too virtual bow', then let's..."
"'Too virtual bow?'"
Listening to these three words, the chilly face of the nine lights finally changed a little: "I really want to see the true meaning of this ‘too virtual bow.’ I am afraid they can’t get it.

The disciple heard a word, and after chewing on the words, his eyes gradually lit up: "You mean..."
Nine lights did not answer, a long sleeve, swept over his side, and slowly walked toward the main hall.
He knows more about the situation in the cool valley.
He knows that Fu Yaojun is at a critical moment of retreat and enlightenment at this moment. He also knows what Wen Xuechen means in the Qinglianggu disciple. The death of Wen Xuechen is a great impact on all the disciples of Qinglianggu.
Soon, these isolated and helpless disciples will find that they not only lost Wen Xuechen, but even the only artifact that can be relied upon is
Taiwan bow
, which is also a huge lie.
Qingliang Valley is mainly based on array repairs. It is only good at defending and not good at attacking. If they cut off their hopes, whether they are surrendering or surrendering, they are accelerating the magic and unification.
The nine branches of light went to the front of the temple, and the sky began to fall again and again. The moon that had just appeared graceful was once again swallowed by the black clouds of the Tengu.
He did not hide, and sat down in front of the stage, spreading his sleeves, and looking at the sky full of clouds.
Jiuzhi Lan himself did not know what he was thinking, but he was sure that he was not thinking about Xu Xingzhi.
For the great cause of the magic, he has not dared to think of his brother for a whole year.
He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the knife on his arm that was stabbed by himself.
In the past, he even said that people in the back of the land were both dirty and dirty; I did not expect that, however, he could play tricks in the middle of a laugh, and count thousands of lives between the palms of his hands.
It turns out that people are so despicable that they can be so fast.
Jiuzhi Lan took up the corner of his lips and faced the dirty water of his face, which was reflected in his face.
......
On the fourth day of the fourth year of February, the Qingliang Valley, one of the original four gates, fell into the hands of the magic road.
The disciples of Qinglianggu, up to the monarch, down to the disciples outside, no one willing to descend, the two sides fought and staying up late, and finally, the demon lord of the nine branches of the lamp shot, smashed his soul.
The Demon disciple stepped through the cool valley door, and the whole valley swears to death, blood flow, hurricane and valley, killing the sound, and it is already screaming.
The cool valley was born with a hard bone, and it would not die. Until the end, the live mouth of Chad and the flesh and blood of Mrs. Wen Xuechen’s belly were only seven.
The remaining 2,867 people have made ghosts and ghosts in the valley.
When the Jiuzhi lamp stepped into the net heart hole between the cool valleys, it happened to see several disciples dragging out a body.
The corpse was round and round, and the green shirt was dragged and staggered. The hem was rolled to the chest, and it was incomparable. It was no different from those on the street.
It took a lot of effort to identify the Jiuzhi lamp, only to recognize that this person is actually a cool-loving chessman who loves chess and often plays chess with Master.
The Demon disciples are eager to say: "Return to the Lord, this little old man is afraid that he knows that he will do his best, and he will be self-suppressed."
The Jiuzhi lamp retracted its view: "The valley is dead, but it is also staunch."
After all, he turned around and followed the waiter: "Look at the few live mouths of the cool valley, don't let them kill themselves. Especially the one called Zhou Xian."
"Yes!!"
All the disciples on the face of the disciples were filled with vivid colors of joy, and they were thrilled with the victory in front of them.
After the nine lights walked out of the hole, some disciples couldn’t wait to go forward and ask: "Respect the Lord, where are we going to attack next time? Is it Danyang Peak, or should Tianchuan?"
Although everyone is excited, they will not forget that Jiuzhi Lamp was educated for many years in Fengling Mountain. In the eyes of everyone, this Fengling Mountain is bound to be the most difficult bone. Even if the demon statue has to completely win four doors, it will be ranked last in the human condition.
No one ever thought that the Jiuzhi lamp replied without a change in color: "Fengling Mountain."
He has an account and must be able to settle with the Guangfu Jun.
However, he will not be like this time to capture the Qingliang Valley, and the mountainous sect of the Fengling Mountain is hard and hard, and the ruin of the magical force is lost.
The Jiuzhi lamp was thinking about this, and the sound of the wheelchair that was heard was heard from far and near, and the layers of shattered echoes were crushed between the cool valleys in the early morning.
When the magical disciple pushed the wheelchair through the thick suffocation, the warm snow dust surface did not change color. Although the light was somewhat sluggish, it contained a few traces of vitality.
The person in front of you can really describe it with life.
Soon, Wen Xuechen’s wheelchair stopped in front of Jingxin Cave.
For the body of the swaying body that was dragged out of the hole, he only took a faint glimpse and took back his sight.
Jiuzhi Lan tried to call his name: "Wen Xuechen."
Wen Xuechen is not humble: "Yes."
In today's Wenxue's eyes, these disciples are the disciples of Qinglianggu. As for the corpses of the land, they are all people of the magic, including those who have just been lifted. Of course, he will not be against them. Death is false.
Jiuzhi lamp leaned over and grabbed his wrist. He felt that it was cold and the pulse was calm and dead. Because of the unresolved corpse, Wen Xuechen could not control the wheelchair.
However, it doesn't matter. The longer you live, the more you describe your behavior. The more you describe your behavior, the more common you are. In time, he can not only manipulate the wheelchair as usual, but also use the spell. Even after overwork, there will be a feeling of heart pain. .
...but that's all illusion.
Wen Xuechen looked at the blood stains around him, and his expression was extremely calm.
Jiuzhi Lan tried to ask him: "What do you think about Zhou Beinan and Qu Chi?"
According to the contents of the smelter's infusion in his mind, Wen Xuechen replied stiffly: "Although he is a good friend of mine, he is the same as Tian Yao Meng Zhongguang and a disciple who steals artifacts. He intends to be a misfortune and should be exiled. As for the main criminal, Meng Zhongguang, he should kill it and be able to calm the hearts of the four seas."
Before the departure of the Jiuzhi lamp, it was indeed said to the smelter that he was allowed to transform Wen Xuechen, but he did not expect that the smelt would instill such thoughts on Wen Xuechen.
However, since he said so, the Jiuzhi lamp also followed his words: "The man who steals the artifacts, nowadays rely on the three-door array, to guard the dangerous buildings, to fight the beasts, how is it?"
Wen Xuechen’s face is sluggish and slow:
The rest of the three big battles, I have participated in the study, know the key. If you need, I can point out the method of dismantling for you one by one.