Doomsday Rise

There was a sudden strong wind outside the village, and the wind was strange. In the desert of Huangsha, the wind is normal, but it is strange that there is no wind. But this wind is not the same, it turns itself, and it has a clear boundary with other winds, and there is no intersection.

"I live the longest, but I say that others are acting against the sky, and you are the one who will be struck by lightning!"

"Who would let the family own the sky bamboo, and when it is dying, turn the sky tree into its own deity, and never die, then jump out of reincarnation." A dark cloud appeared in the east, and the wind roared, but it was unable to blow the clouds for half a minute. .

"Baiyun Mountain, how did your cloud turn black?" The tornado's voice was full of surprise.

"I like it, you can control it." Heiyun cried loudly, and seemed to dislike people asking this question.

"Failed to clear the gate. When a foot was about to step into the coffin board, it forcibly absorbed the smell of rotten black lotus to keep the soul immortal, but the flesh rotted, and naturally it gave off black gas." A six- or seven-year-old girl , With a braid of sky, suddenly appeared outside the gate. No one knew when she was here. When she saw her, she was here, as if she had been here before ancient times, and has not moved.

Her lips are red and white, her eyebrows are clear, but her voice is very old. She is older than a hundred-year-old woman, showing a smell of earth.

原来 "That's it, I said how can I smell a rotten smell." The tornado suddenly changed his face, "You found the rotten black lotus?"

Bai Yunshan ignored the tornado and stared at the little girl. "Old demon, change a little girl's body every year. How many lives have been killed for so many years, and you are not afraid of being condemned!"

"It's very ironic to say this from the murderous Baiyun Mountain Pass. At that time, I didn't know who madly destroyed a city. One million, one million people died in undead lives. The fire burned for seven days. It only went out after seven nights. The place has not been lived for hundreds of years. The people I killed were not even your head. If you really want to be condemned, you are also in front of me. What am I afraid of? "Xiao The girl had a lovely smile on her mouth, but what she said was shocking.

"Hahahaha--" A sullen, thunderous laugh fell from the sky, and an electric light radiated from the sky, blinking in front of my eyes, a bad old man with silver hair, rosacea, big yellow teeth, and copper bells swept through the white clouds Mountain, tornado and little girl, hehe laughed: "Baiyun Mountain, tornado, old demon, I guess you should come out this time too. If so, it seems that they are all going to break the boat, but they are all alone."

"It's strange that the drunkard didn't bring a woman!" The tornado yelled.

"I smelled the deadly smell under your alcohol." Bai Yunshan was even more rude.

"Drinker, what about your wine gourd?" The old lady was a little strange. Alcoholics have two hobbies, women and wine, and women are happy, and they sleep a virgin every day. The wine did not leave his body. He knew him for hundreds of years, and the wine gourd never left his hand. Even if he fell asleep once, he was pulled by a cow's dung on the dean of the academy, and he couldn't bear to throw it away.

This time, there is no beauty and no wine gourd, don't you blame me?

"Encountered the old lunatic, had a fight, lost, the wine gourd was broken, couldn't fight it, and could only be lost." The alcoholic voice was sad, and he lost the fight. He didn't feel ashamed, but the wine gourd was broken. He is sad.

"The old lunatic is here?" The three of them changed their faces at the same time and looked behind the drunkard, but found no abnormalities.

"I don't know if I came here. I met him halfway. This guy is followed by a very beautiful baby girl, and it is a rare body of Xuanyin. I saw that this and my exercises just complemented each other, so I shot. Robbed it, and got a meal! "The drunkard was choked, but he was proud to listen to his tone.

"Alcoholic, you drunk too much, you dare to grab the madman's stuff." Bai Yunshan felt incredible. At first, he thought that the old lunatic had watched him unpleasantly and taught him a meal.

"Hey!" The tornado voice took on a different meaning.

The little girl's eyes flashed, and the eyes of the drunkard looked a little more jealous.

"The old lunatic shaved his hair, washed his face, and changed his clothes. The whole person's image changed greatly. The drunk was unrecognized, otherwise he would not dare to shoot the old lunatic with eight guts." Accompanied by a soft voice from the ear As the bell rang, a middle-aged scholar appeared in the eyes of several people. His figure was unreal first, then slowly stared, almost 3 seconds before and after, very magical.

She has a long body, a blue shirt, a shawl with long hair, and a simple long sword hung around her waist. The picture of a scholar holding a book in his left hand and holding a sword in his right hand slowly walks along the path, no matter if anyone sees him at first glance, it passes from the forest, full of peace.

The ancient scholars who came out of the painting were both civil and military. The kind of sick and weak scholar who has been in the cold for ten years is definitely not the image of a literati. Reading thousands of books, traveling thousands of miles, and taking the sword to the world is the true scholarly style.

The middle-aged scribe in front of me is such a person.

"Bad scholar, how do you know? You've also seen the old lunatic, right, you're right there, grandma, I've been so miserable, you look at the side and don't help, really mad at you, I'm so angry! "The drunk yelled and wanted to start, but he felt frustrated again after touching his waist. Before he started, he habitually drank a few mouthfuls of spirits. There was no alcohol and no interest in fighting.

"I'm on the side, I don't want to help, I dare not. When I shot, don't I look down on the drunkard, and if I do, how can I see the drunken blood of the drunkard?" The bad scholar laughed.

As soon as this remark was made, the little girl, the tornado and Baiyun Mountain's eyes turned to the drunkard, all of them turned against him. The technique of burning blood and escaping is a last resort to escape. Once ignited, it can be hundreds of miles away and can hardly be caught up. However, the damage to the body is also great, it is very energy intensive, it is not forced, no one wants to use it.

The drunkard's face changed so much that he couldn't help taking two steps back, staring at everyone tightly, his silver hair standing upright.

"There is another news!" The bad scholar looked at a few people, and had a good time to compose: "I heard that the pupils came out of the mountain."

Baiyun Mountain, the little girl, the tornado and the drunkard all trembled, their faces all changed. Chong Tong came out of the mountain, the country will not be a country, and the world is in chaos.

Uh ...

"Why doesn't this person have a long nose?"

为什么 "Why are the eyes of this tree one above and one below?"

"Can anything create life? So can stones?"

"If two eyes were also installed on the back of the giraffe, would it be possible to avoid the sneak attack of the beast?"

Uh ...

Huang Huang turned into a curious baby, and wanted to ask what he didn't understand. The tolerance of the ambassador to him was beyond everyone's imagination.

He knew everything, and he explained it in detail. Those who did n’t know would say do n’t know. Patiently, he seemed to be an old grandfather next door. Although he was sometimes blackened by Huang Ye, he was not angry from beginning to end. But when people asked him, they just ignored him, and asked ten sentences, but they didn't necessarily return a sentence.

Everyone is jealous and jealous of Huang Yan being treated in this way. Even Liu Wei'an feels incredible. Huang Huang without any evolutionary ability is the most popular.

Of course, he knew Huang Huang's popularity must have nothing to do with his ability.

The center of the village is a tower-shaped building. You can see this building far away. Because all the buildings in this village are below 3 storeys, the height of this building is 9 storeys, and it stands tall. You ca n’t see it.

Grid Tower!

"Is this where the predecessor of the ghost doctor lives?" Huang Yan asked. As for the others, although their eyes were questionable, none of them spoke, because they knew that it would be useless to speak, and the messenger would not speak. Asking will only be uninteresting.

"No, this is where the master works. The master does not need to sleep." The inspector opened the door, "Come in."

Everyone's heart trembled, and the messenger of the inspection casually said a word, but revealed huge information. No need to sleep, definitely not to say that you don't need to sleep for three or two days, but never need to sleep, which is almost impossible.

As long as you are still human and your body is still limited to human beings, some rules cannot be broken. When manpower is poor, even the potential is unlimited, it is relative. Everyone is a master and very energetic. Ordinary people need to sleep and rest after working for eight hours. Even if they are not at work, they need to rest once a day under normal circumstances. If you are a master, you will be far more spiritual than normal people, and work hours will be extended, but this extension is limited.

The more the masters are masters, the more clearly they can feel the existence of this boundary, which is almost impossible to break. If someone can break, then he is no longer human, but God.

Is the ghost doctor a god?

Certainly not! There is no **** in this world! God is an imaginary existence made up by the superiors, which is used to fool the world ~ www.readwn.com ~ for the purpose of facilitating rule.

Everyone walked into this tower with curiosity and vigilance. Before entering, there were still a lot of fantasies, but at the moment when I saw the scene inside, all the beauty turned into disappointment.

The space inside the grid tower is not small, but there are few things. Except for a conveyor belt rustling up and down, there is no extra stuff. There is a surgical bed in the center, and an old man who looks like 70 or 80 years old is undergoing surgery. , Empty, nothing else, not even a chair.

"It's that Tibetan Mastiff!" Huang Yan said to Liu Wei'an in a low voice.

On the operating table, a black Tibetan mastiff was passively operated, which was the one that escaped in the sand cave. The broken belly had been re-stitched. The old man sutured the needle with a needle. Strangely, there was no drop of blood. come out.

"Master, they are the ones who injured me!" The Tibetan Mastiff didn't need anesthesia for the operation. When he saw Liu Wei'an and Huang Yan, he became excited.

I can still speak! And he speaks Mandarin with a Northeast accent!

"Don't move!" The old man drank softly, and Tibetan Mastiff closed his mouth immediately. Even though it was injured, its body size was much larger than that of the old man, but in front of the old man, it was like a mouse in front of a cat.

"Wait a minute, I'll be fine soon." The old man turned back and smiled at everyone.

Liu Wei'an was so shocked that he finally knew why the ghost doctors in the mouth of 嫦 月 影 and Taichu Sanwa were so mysterious.

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