Under the vast night sky, a burst of black clouds thicker than the twilight rolled over.
If you look closely, it's not stratus clouds, but patches of black ink feathers.
When the black cloud approached, the different birds gathered in an instant, all swooping towards him.
Wen Song first filled the flying boat with hundreds of spirit stones, steered the flying boat to go in the opposite direction, and then made a magic trick with his fingertips, turning the water in the air into thousands of sharp icy arrows. At that moment, it was triggered in an instant and penetrated the body of the different bird.
The blood sprinkled in the air made these things even more agitated. They were not afraid of pain, and after Wen Song's attack, they still rushed up one after another, with their beaks wide open, wanting to eat his flesh and blood.
Wen Song shot out the red silk wrapped around his arm, surrounded and suppressed the outside of the flying boat, and then tightened suddenly, tied up the strange bird that was close to the flying boat, and strangled it.
For a moment, the red silk curtain was soaked in blood, and a long piece of blood color slid down.
Afterwards, Wen Song used this method to continuously deal with the flying birds. In the process, occasionally a fish that slipped through the net fiercely hit the barrier of the flying boat, causing a circle of ripples on the light white barrier. He directly used his palm as a blade , Slit the neck of the different bird.
Overnight, without a break.
Until the first light of dawn replaces the long night.
Wen Song spread out on the flying boat, and the blood-stained red silk curtain was not dealt with, and was just scattered aside.
He looked at the golden rays of light behind the dark blue sky, and thought to himself: This is the first day.
There are still three months to come, can he persist?
Wen Song closed his eyes wearily, and told himself in his heart: You can't be afraid, and you can't retreat.
He stuffed a elixir into his mouth and began to seize the time to recover his spiritual power.
Before night came, he had to find a place to rest.
"Come to the Boneless City in the east."
Hearing Yin Su's voice, Wen Song's dark eyes lit up, and his uneasy heart suddenly became much more stable, "Is Fellow Daoist Yin there?"
"Ah."
Wen Song thought about the strange bird that appeared at night, and the firm friendship between him and Yin Su, gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay, I'll go now."
After breaking contact, Wen Song changed direction and flew towards the east. In order to prevent being unable to distinguish the direction at night, he called out the Mingxin mirror that gave birth to the spirit of Qi, "Can you know the direction?"
Ming Xinjing has never been released since being collected into the Sea of Consciousness. Now that she had the opportunity to let the wind go, she happily spun a few times on the flying boat.
Seeing that the mirror didn't return to him, Wen Song reached out and clasped it in his palm, and asked fiercely, "Do you know him?"
Ming Xinjing looked at Wen Song's expression of "If you don't know, go back to the Sea of Consciousness", and quickly controlled the main body to point the mirror, "I know you, don't take me back."
"Okay then," Wen Song said while holding the mirror handle, "at night, you can help me show the direction."
Due to the situation, Ming Xinjing obeyed obediently.
When night fell, Wen Songfu was attacked by the group of strange birds.
Ming Xinjing looked at his distressed appearance, and shook his body with secret happiness. In the past, which monk got such a treasure as an offering, but he came to Wen Song, threw it, beat it, and returned it. It has been locked in the sea of consciousness and not allowed to come out.
Ming Xinjing felt that this master/person was really the worst class he had ever been with.
It is the worst, bar none.
There is a certain synesthesia between the magic weapon and the master/person, Wen Song glanced at Ming Xinjing, and whispered: "Are you happy?"
"I didn't," Ming Xinjing immediately stood up, denying, "It's because the wind is too strong here, blowing me around."
Wen Song didn't delve into it for the sake of showing him the way.
After flying non-stop for five days, one person and one mirror finally arrived at the Boneless City that Yin Su said.
After jumping off the flying boat, he wanted to take back the Mingxin Mirror, but the mirror grabbed his palm, and he refused to do so.
Wen Song didn't force it either. After putting the flying boat in the storage bag, he counted how many spirit stones he spent these days with his fingers.
It took almost 5000 low-grade spirit stones to restore the spiritual power, and [-] low-grade spirit stones to control the flying boat, adding up to more than [-].
Wen Song touched his storage bag and felt that he needed to open up.
He raised his eyes and looked at the white city not far away. On the top of the city tower was engraved with the word "Boneless". The handwriting was dipped in ink, as if two holes had been poked out of the white snowdrift, and it looked particularly permeating.
Wen Song stepped forward, and the moment he was about to push open the city gate, Ming Xinjing moved in his palm, "Do you want to go in?"
"what happened?"
Ming Xinjing whispered: "I don't feel very good about this place."
Wen Song paused, and replied, "Actually, it doesn't feel very good to me."
Boneless City, just hearing the name, he wants to stay away from it, and this city gate also looks very strange, other places are vermilion, but here it is gray and white, it is simply too ominous!
But he promised Yin Su, how could he go back on his word?
Wen Song exerted a little force with both hands, and the friction between the city gate and the rotating shaft made a clumsy sound. After he stepped in, the door behind him closed again.
Wen Song turned and pulled, but found that he couldn't pull it away, so he could only turn around and walk back.
What is different from the desolation outside the city is the hustle and bustle in the city. There are sellers of pills, talismans, and all kinds of magic weapons on the street. It is a grand scene to look at.
The only weird thing: everyone here has a mask on their faces.
The mask was colorful, with patterns that Wen Song couldn't understand. He was alert and used his spiritual power to walk into the long street, trying to find traces of Yinsu, but found nothing after shopping.
When passing by the last booth, Wen Song was stopped, "My fellow Taoist, please wait a moment."
The person who called him was a stiff voice, whose age could not be distinguished.
Wen Song turned his head, facing a pair of cold and hollow brown eyes.
A mask appeared out of nowhere on the hand of the person behind him. He looked directly at Wen Song and passed the thing over, "This is yours."
Wen Song looked at the crimson and gray mask in front of him, wondering if he should take it.
Did you give him a mask because everyone in the city wears it but he doesn't?
If it is accepted, will he be assimilated and never be able to leave this city again?
Wen Song hesitated.
He looked at the long street from near to far, guessing whether Yin Su might be a person here, he thought over and over again, and finally took off the mask.
After that, the person who handed him the mask turned and walked into the long street, and he was never seen again.
Wen Song stared at the ugly mask in his hand, and took out the bright mirror to take a picture, "Look, is there anything wrong with this thing?"
"I can't tell," Ming Xinjing suggested, "Why don't you try it on?"
Wen Song's eyebrows twitched in the middle, "I dare not."
"How about I try it on your body?"
"I don't want it," Ming Xinjing struggled to escape from his grasp, "I don't dare either."
It's just a mirror!
Wen Song looked at him contemptuously, "You are so timid."
Ming Xinjing was startled, "Are you still talking about me?"
"Don't you dare to wear it yourself?"
Wen Song touched his nose and stopped talking.
One person and one mirror are very cowardly, but this mask is... no one wears it.
Wen Song hung the mask on his wrist, and was about to take a tour of the city first. He still had Yin Su in his heart, and he always felt a little uneasy if he didn't find him first.
作者有话要说:感谢在2019-12-2722:30:48~2019-12-2820:28:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of chestnuts;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
If you look closely, it's not stratus clouds, but patches of black ink feathers.
When the black cloud approached, the different birds gathered in an instant, all swooping towards him.
Wen Song first filled the flying boat with hundreds of spirit stones, steered the flying boat to go in the opposite direction, and then made a magic trick with his fingertips, turning the water in the air into thousands of sharp icy arrows. At that moment, it was triggered in an instant and penetrated the body of the different bird.
The blood sprinkled in the air made these things even more agitated. They were not afraid of pain, and after Wen Song's attack, they still rushed up one after another, with their beaks wide open, wanting to eat his flesh and blood.
Wen Song shot out the red silk wrapped around his arm, surrounded and suppressed the outside of the flying boat, and then tightened suddenly, tied up the strange bird that was close to the flying boat, and strangled it.
For a moment, the red silk curtain was soaked in blood, and a long piece of blood color slid down.
Afterwards, Wen Song used this method to continuously deal with the flying birds. In the process, occasionally a fish that slipped through the net fiercely hit the barrier of the flying boat, causing a circle of ripples on the light white barrier. He directly used his palm as a blade , Slit the neck of the different bird.
Overnight, without a break.
Until the first light of dawn replaces the long night.
Wen Song spread out on the flying boat, and the blood-stained red silk curtain was not dealt with, and was just scattered aside.
He looked at the golden rays of light behind the dark blue sky, and thought to himself: This is the first day.
There are still three months to come, can he persist?
Wen Song closed his eyes wearily, and told himself in his heart: You can't be afraid, and you can't retreat.
He stuffed a elixir into his mouth and began to seize the time to recover his spiritual power.
Before night came, he had to find a place to rest.
"Come to the Boneless City in the east."
Hearing Yin Su's voice, Wen Song's dark eyes lit up, and his uneasy heart suddenly became much more stable, "Is Fellow Daoist Yin there?"
"Ah."
Wen Song thought about the strange bird that appeared at night, and the firm friendship between him and Yin Su, gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay, I'll go now."
After breaking contact, Wen Song changed direction and flew towards the east. In order to prevent being unable to distinguish the direction at night, he called out the Mingxin mirror that gave birth to the spirit of Qi, "Can you know the direction?"
Ming Xinjing has never been released since being collected into the Sea of Consciousness. Now that she had the opportunity to let the wind go, she happily spun a few times on the flying boat.
Seeing that the mirror didn't return to him, Wen Song reached out and clasped it in his palm, and asked fiercely, "Do you know him?"
Ming Xinjing looked at Wen Song's expression of "If you don't know, go back to the Sea of Consciousness", and quickly controlled the main body to point the mirror, "I know you, don't take me back."
"Okay then," Wen Song said while holding the mirror handle, "at night, you can help me show the direction."
Due to the situation, Ming Xinjing obeyed obediently.
When night fell, Wen Songfu was attacked by the group of strange birds.
Ming Xinjing looked at his distressed appearance, and shook his body with secret happiness. In the past, which monk got such a treasure as an offering, but he came to Wen Song, threw it, beat it, and returned it. It has been locked in the sea of consciousness and not allowed to come out.
Ming Xinjing felt that this master/person was really the worst class he had ever been with.
It is the worst, bar none.
There is a certain synesthesia between the magic weapon and the master/person, Wen Song glanced at Ming Xinjing, and whispered: "Are you happy?"
"I didn't," Ming Xinjing immediately stood up, denying, "It's because the wind is too strong here, blowing me around."
Wen Song didn't delve into it for the sake of showing him the way.
After flying non-stop for five days, one person and one mirror finally arrived at the Boneless City that Yin Su said.
After jumping off the flying boat, he wanted to take back the Mingxin Mirror, but the mirror grabbed his palm, and he refused to do so.
Wen Song didn't force it either. After putting the flying boat in the storage bag, he counted how many spirit stones he spent these days with his fingers.
It took almost 5000 low-grade spirit stones to restore the spiritual power, and [-] low-grade spirit stones to control the flying boat, adding up to more than [-].
Wen Song touched his storage bag and felt that he needed to open up.
He raised his eyes and looked at the white city not far away. On the top of the city tower was engraved with the word "Boneless". The handwriting was dipped in ink, as if two holes had been poked out of the white snowdrift, and it looked particularly permeating.
Wen Song stepped forward, and the moment he was about to push open the city gate, Ming Xinjing moved in his palm, "Do you want to go in?"
"what happened?"
Ming Xinjing whispered: "I don't feel very good about this place."
Wen Song paused, and replied, "Actually, it doesn't feel very good to me."
Boneless City, just hearing the name, he wants to stay away from it, and this city gate also looks very strange, other places are vermilion, but here it is gray and white, it is simply too ominous!
But he promised Yin Su, how could he go back on his word?
Wen Song exerted a little force with both hands, and the friction between the city gate and the rotating shaft made a clumsy sound. After he stepped in, the door behind him closed again.
Wen Song turned and pulled, but found that he couldn't pull it away, so he could only turn around and walk back.
What is different from the desolation outside the city is the hustle and bustle in the city. There are sellers of pills, talismans, and all kinds of magic weapons on the street. It is a grand scene to look at.
The only weird thing: everyone here has a mask on their faces.
The mask was colorful, with patterns that Wen Song couldn't understand. He was alert and used his spiritual power to walk into the long street, trying to find traces of Yinsu, but found nothing after shopping.
When passing by the last booth, Wen Song was stopped, "My fellow Taoist, please wait a moment."
The person who called him was a stiff voice, whose age could not be distinguished.
Wen Song turned his head, facing a pair of cold and hollow brown eyes.
A mask appeared out of nowhere on the hand of the person behind him. He looked directly at Wen Song and passed the thing over, "This is yours."
Wen Song looked at the crimson and gray mask in front of him, wondering if he should take it.
Did you give him a mask because everyone in the city wears it but he doesn't?
If it is accepted, will he be assimilated and never be able to leave this city again?
Wen Song hesitated.
He looked at the long street from near to far, guessing whether Yin Su might be a person here, he thought over and over again, and finally took off the mask.
After that, the person who handed him the mask turned and walked into the long street, and he was never seen again.
Wen Song stared at the ugly mask in his hand, and took out the bright mirror to take a picture, "Look, is there anything wrong with this thing?"
"I can't tell," Ming Xinjing suggested, "Why don't you try it on?"
Wen Song's eyebrows twitched in the middle, "I dare not."
"How about I try it on your body?"
"I don't want it," Ming Xinjing struggled to escape from his grasp, "I don't dare either."
It's just a mirror!
Wen Song looked at him contemptuously, "You are so timid."
Ming Xinjing was startled, "Are you still talking about me?"
"Don't you dare to wear it yourself?"
Wen Song touched his nose and stopped talking.
One person and one mirror are very cowardly, but this mask is... no one wears it.
Wen Song hung the mask on his wrist, and was about to take a tour of the city first. He still had Yin Su in his heart, and he always felt a little uneasy if he didn't find him first.
作者有话要说:感谢在2019-12-2722:30:48~2019-12-2820:28:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of chestnuts;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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