'roar'!

Amid the hearty roar, a stone giant about ten meters tall flew out of the waterfall.

The stone giant with a python leather war skirt wrapped around her waist was hairless, and her body was gray like a carved granite.

He dragged a chain as thick as a water tank with both hands, drew a beautiful arc, rushed out of the huge waterfall, and rushed into the deep pool below the waterfall.

Half a quarter of an hour later, accompanied by a loud roar, the stone giant grabbed the chains with both hands and rushed to the river bank with great strides.

He stood firm and dragged his hands hard. A stream of light appeared on the gray muscles on his body, and a strong gray light on his chest zoomed rapidly, and a dull heartbeat kept coming.

The ground around was trembling slightly, and a powerful force field emerged from the ground, covering the entire stone giant.

The stone giant's body gradually expanded and quickly increased to about fifteen meters. He pulled the chain with both hands and walked step by step towards the stronghold of the fog knife.

The low "clang" impact sound kept coming from behind the waterfall, and the sound even overshadowed the huge sound of the waterfall's flowing water.

Not long after, the other three stone giants flew out of the waterfall with big hammers and big iron nails. They followed the iron chains in the hands of the first stone giant and rushed down quickly as if walking on the chains on the ground.

Only one mile away from the Fog Knife Stronghold, four stone giants joined forces to fix the chains tightly on the ground.

The iron nails, which were seven or eight meters long, fixed huge iron rings, and dozens of such huge iron nails were firmly nailed to the ground, pulling the chain straight and straight.

A dazzling light lit up on the chains, and wisps of flowing light flew. With the dull sound of impact, a strange "car and ship" rushed out of the waterfall along the thick chains.

The so-called car and ship have gears that are closely linked to the chains below, with strange shapes, and above it is a cabin similar to a stealth boat.

Each car is seven or eight meters wide, twenty meters long, and seven or eight meters high. Each car is closely connected by large iron chains, and the long car is nearly a thousand meters long.

A large number of runes lit up on each car and ship. As the light flew, the long car and ship were like a large centipede with radiance, rushing down along the chains with a 'roar'.

The closer you get to the mist knife camp, large flares of fire spewed out from the gears of the ship, and the speed of the ship gradually slowed down. A large number of portals opened on the bulkheads on both sides, and agile figures rushed out, all of which were fog knife killers wearing black tights and carrying straight swords.

Such a train transported more than 2,000 Mist Knife Killers at one time, thousands of other soldiers and tens of thousands of slaves of various types.

On the wall of the fog knife stronghold, a figure slowly emerged from the air on the top of the only remaining whistle tower.

The mist knife was wearing a cloak, his face was hidden in the shadows, and he looked at the messy camp below with his hands behind his back. He was cleaning up the ruins in the stronghold and the mist knife killers who were treating their injured companions looked over as if they were aware of it, and then silently knelt on one knee to salute him.

"What happened?" The General Wu Dao's palm made the cold and fierce voice resound for dozens of miles. Through the wide river, the Changsheng Cult camp on the other side also heard his cold voice.

A killer captain jumped a few times, brought a series of afterimages under the city wall, and told the whole story of the cause and effect of a dragon attacking with several pythons.

He pointed out that if Wu Tie and Lao Tie had not attracted the attention of the dragon and even injured the dragon with unknown means, they would probably have been swallowed by the dragon.

"A... dragon?" The voice of the mist knife's palm order was a little joyful: "What a baby, what a fortune. I didn't expect that I would have such good luck as soon as I came!"

"Call everyone's hands, and I'll try what it feels like to kill dragons."

"Although it's just a dragon, it's also a dragon."

"The dragon...even a piece of scale is a treasure."

After listening to the order of the "Mist Sword" general order, the newly arrived Mist Sword Killer and the servants and soldiers quickly took action.

They quickly reorganized the team, assembled a large number of long-range attack weapons they brought, and quenched all arrows with secret venom, preparing to follow the "Mist Sword" general command to carry out the "Dragon Slaying" plan.

...

There was darkness in front of me.

In the boundless darkness, there is a faint silhouette of people reciting books.

The man's voice was very gentle, but full of a sense of power that was upright, upright, and unyielding.

This sound has extremely wonderful power. Wu Tie felt that his soul seemed to be soaked in warm water, very comfortable and useful. He could clearly feel that his soul was becoming stronger.

The power of the soul determines the strength of the gifted magical power. It is natural that Wu Tie's talented magical power "controls the universe" is naturally becoming stronger.

Although I don’t know what happened, listening to the gentle chanting of the man in this darkness, Wu Tie understood what kind of magical power "Haoran Zhengqi" is.

Heaven and earth have righteousness.

It is full of heaven and earth, knows everything, the most powerful, and the most magnificent.

Haoran's righteous spirit can be used to attack magical powers, specifically to restrain all evil forces.

But his greatest use is to temper the soul, improve the essence of the soul, directly reach the original heart of heaven and earth, and directly reach the ultimate holy realm of heaven and earth. It is a top-level supreme method of cultivating the mind and cultivating virtue.

In desperation, Wu Tie beat the righteous spirit that had just had a little foundation in his body in order to deal with the dragon... It seemed like using beautiful jade to hit a wild dog, which was completely wrong.

With a desperate gamble, all the power in the body is consumed.

Only a little bit of soul power remained, most of the blood in the body burned, and the body was empty, like a piece of dried bacon.

However, if you do not destroy or establish, after the soul power is exhausted, the new soul power is purer than the original soul power, condensed several times, and the new soul power has stronger power.

Most of the blood burned, and the remaining blood was filled with a faint golden light, condensed and heavy, containing stronger power and stronger vitality than the original blood.

There is a familiar heat flowing in the body.

Liquid kept flowing in from the mouth and then burst out gently in the belly.

Some people are constantly pouring foundation-building potions for Wu Tie.

Wu Tie, whose body was almost dried, was panting with satisfaction, and energy was constantly replenishing. The bone marrow, which also undergoes subtle changes, continued to create new blood replenishment, and the lost power was constantly recovering bit by bit.

In the darkness, the gentle voice gradually became louder.

Then more voices rang out in the darkness, and they echoed the sound and recited the scriptures that Wu Tie could not hear clearly and could not understand.

Can't hear clearly, and can't understand...

But Wu Tie shed tears inexplicably.

This is a touch from the bloodline, a touch that travels through time and space and travels through time. As long as the bloodline is still passed down, it will not be cut off.

The torch is passed down from generation to generation.

Whether it was the gentle voice or the mixed voices of men, women, old and young, each voice made Wu Tie feel inexplicably intimate.

In the darkness, the golden light ball between Wu Tie's eyebrows gradually recovered. A golden light that was originally the size of a thumb has now become the size of a goose egg. The golden light is much thicker than before, and a trace of blood appears in the golden light.

The darkness shattered, and Wu Tie opened his eyes.

There was a bright light in front of me, and the miserable ceiling radiated bright light, and the ceiling, four walls, and floor were spotless.

Wu Tie was lying in the center of the metal hall, beside him was the instrument that made foundation-building potions. There were more than two hundred empty bottles of foundation-building potions piled around him, and several Yuanneng puppets were busy running out with the bottle in their mouths.

Da Tie was a little obsessed with cleanliness, and he couldn't stand any garbage in the ancient gods' camp.

Lao Tie stood in front of Wu Tie, with no expression on the white and miserable skeleton's face, and his eyes were filled with blood, staring straight at Wu Tie.

Logically, Wu Tie could not see any expression on Lao Tie's face.

But his flashing eyes were filled with strong emotions.

Wu Tie was startled and quickly jumped up, grabbed the tight armor that had been curled into a ball, and a Yuangang slapped in. White metal juice flowed all over his body, quickly turning into armor to cover his body.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Wu Tie asked Lao Tie with a little ignorant.

Lao Tie's eyes flashed for a while, then shook his head, yelled three times, and then laughed.

With a grin, Wu Tie could feel Lao Tie's joy and happiness.

"It's nothing, but... I'm inexplicably in a good mood... Although, I'm not heart..." Lao Tie tilted his head and looked at Wu Tie up and down for a while: "Is it Haoran's righteousness? It's indeed Haoran's righteousness?"

Before Wu Tie could answer, Lao Tie murmured: "It seems that among your ancestors, there is a scholar... or, he is from a scholar..."

"Haoran is righteous, that's fine." Lao Tie smiled and said, "At least, when you walk at night, you don't have to be afraid of ghosts..."

"Ghost?" Wu Tie stared at Lao Tie with wide eyes: "Master Grey told the story of 'ghost', but... I have never seen it. Are there really ghosts in the world?"

Lao Tie shook his head and laughed: "It's better if you haven't seen it before... Who would like to see those ghosts?"

More than a dozen metal spiders slowly carried two sharp corners more than three meters long and threw the sharp corners at Wu Tie's feet with two "dongdong" sounds.

These are the two horns on the dragon's head.

The sharp corners are pitch black and straight, with rounds of fine spiral patterns on it. The tip is extremely sharp and reveals a shiny cold light.

"It's so miserable, you guy, you're really ruthless... and it's too coincidental."

Lao Tie grinned and smiled happily.

"Just like this, the skull under its two corners was broken, and the two corners fell down."

"A dragon, at least 30% of its essence is on a pair of corners... it must hate you so much."

Wu Tie also smiled proudly. Although he had no idea what the punch he had knocked out was, and he had no idea about the ins and outs of this magical power, he was very satisfied with the power of that punch.

Although after one punch, I took my energy and energy all over my body, and it felt so uncomfortable that I fainted immediately.

"But, this big guy can't withstand my punch." Wu Tie reached out to grab the dragon horn under his feet and looked at Lao Tie with a smile: "How about you think of a way, let's solve that big guy...?"

Wu Tie looked at the large instrument that made the potion beside him.

He held the sharp corners more than three meters long without gloves.

The first finger bone of his left index finger shook violently, and the flesh that had just grown exploded into a bloody mist. The finger bone was like cutting a sharp knife tofu, and suddenly pierced into the dark, solid and sharp dragon horn.

With a "bang", the violent shock of the finger bones stirred the entire dragon horn.

It was more than three meters long and the thickest root was the size of a bucket and exploded. Large pieces of ashes floated away, only a little black light was like countless fireflies circling and flying rapidly around Wu Tie's left hand. In a few breaths, the finger bone was swallowed cleanly.
To be continued...