Mountains and seas can be flat

Seeing that Fang Zheng was uncompromising, Pang Meng said coldly, "I'm afraid you won't be able to reach that place even if you dig for 100 or 1000 years. The abyss by the Yellow River flood will sink completely at dusk today. Do you know that Yongjie was in the past? The person who is responsible for the matter. China is thousands of miles away, the east and west are four poles, and the weak water is as deep as a thousand feet, where will he be taken?"

Fang Zheng only felt a "boom" crack in his head, and the corners of his eyes were red with hatred, "You——"

"You can change your mind at any time. Before dusk," Pang Meng said coldly, "kneel under the steps of the Mengsi Palace, shirk everything, and say that what happened to Badian is your fault, and let everyone If you see everything, I will tell you where the abyss is. Before it sinks, you still have time to pull him out. I hope you will find it yourself along the Yellow River. Although I can't do anything about it, I am beside It's very simple to set up some camouflage traps to lure people in."

"You're just scaring me!" Fang Zheng roared, maintaining his clarity of mind, "No one will know when that thing will sink! You can't calculate the exact time. If you really use some force After calculating the time—" He gritted his teeth, "Then you can also calculate the location! As long as that kind of power and method exist, I'm not afraid at all!"

Pengmeng sneered shortly: "Then what if you can only predict the time, but not the location? Even if you predict a vague location, but you can't reach it at all? No power in this world is formed in just a few decades. Have you I thought about it, maybe it took nearly a thousand years to find the way to calculate the time. It took nearly a thousand years to calculate the location, and it took another thousand years to reach those places. How are you doing?"

Fang Zheng panted violently and gritted his teeth, but he also knew that what Pang Meng said was impeccable. "You lied to me." Fang Zheng's eyes darkened, and he stopped trying to argue.

"Is it true? You can find a way to verify it yourself. Don't you have some strange abilities? Do you like to be a prophet? Then it's up to you. Or I shouldn't worry about it, you can easily pull him out by yourself. "Pangmeng's mouth curled into a thin sarcasm, "If you are really that kind of person, the monarch doesn't have to fight with you, just kneel to the gods and it's over."

Fang Zheng's eyes became deeper and deeper, and the sun hanging high in the south of the sky was not far from dusk.

Fang Zheng recalled that when he was in the prison, Pang Meng said, "I'm afraid Lian Zifeng will never come out, he will be with my little master." The ability is not so great.How did Zifeng trick Xingzang into it?

Pang Meng didn't answer, Fang Zheng had an incomprehensible expression on his face, and there was a sense of absurdity beneath the mocking expression.Immediately, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he regained the sense of oppression, "All monsters should disappear from the world." There was a lonely and deep coldness in his voice.

Fang Zheng neither went out of the city immediately to the Yellow River, nor did he compromise and kneel under the steps.He also ignored Pang Meng, turned around and sat in the pavilion under the corridor of Meng Si Palace, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.It's like entering samadhi in later generations.

The corner of Pangmeng's mouth twitched slightly, is this guy playing a strange trick?Let's see what tricks he wants to play first.There are hundreds of guards on the three floors around here and outside, and Fang Zheng can't escape.

Pang Meng ordered people to keep an eye on Fang Zheng's actions, there was an urgent matter to be dealt with, and he left.

Fang Zheng was calling for the enlightenment of Bai Wu, and he wanted to judge where the place was based on the surface.The shape of waterways and mountains and hills along the Yellow River near Yanglun will be recognizable.

The last time in the dungeon, when Fang Zhengyong Baiwu saw Zifeng, he was trapped in some kind of enchantment by the river, and he seemed to be fine.Fang Zheng thought that if he was submerged in weak water, he should not be able to breathe, because there would be no air in it.Although Zifeng will not die, he cannot move, let alone respond to his inquiries.

It was more like a "wall" surrounded by weak water.Fang Zheng became more and more determined, and there must be power to interfere with it.Otherwise, how could "field force" accurately leave an active area in the middle?Back then, the abyss in Yongjie swallowed up a whole city.

The white mist slowly parted again, and sure enough, a certain swampy land by the Yellow River emerged.Peach blossoms flutter along the river, the ice foam thaws, and the water flows swiftly.The hills on both sides are like cotton.You can also vaguely see the outline of Yanglun City in the distance.

According to this angle of view and the characteristics of the surface, Fang Zheng was overjoyed that it would not be difficult to find Zifeng.Last time in the dungeon, he was tossed unconscious by the nine Gu poison, and he couldn't see many things clearly.This time he will remember everything.

Fang Zheng called, "Xiao Feng! Xiao Feng!"

That was actually the voice in Fang Zheng's mind, so the Flying Badger soldiers who were ordered to monitor him at this moment did not hear Fang Zheng's voice, but saw him sitting motionless in the corridor, as if frozen.

Zifeng raised his head and looked around if he felt something, then shook his head again, but he didn't hear anything.

Zifeng put on the bone mask that Fang Zheng made for him to be an "angel envoy" at that time, and there were bone spurs on Sharon's shoulders and arms.Makes him look like some ancient god.In his hand, the hundred ren branches of Jianmu were inserted into the ground.With this as the center of the circle, there are already many crack patterns on the ground.From the cracks in the ground, many sharp bony spurs protruded here and there, like thin long blades.

And Zifeng was breaking those bone spurs one by one, polishing them, comparing them to arrow shapes.He drew the vermilion Fusang bow and shot it in all directions one by one.

When the bone spur arrow was shot at a certain distance in the air, the sound of the wind and the howling of the arrow disappeared. It flew smoothly for a certain distance without resistance, and then was disturbed by the air again, and the speed of the arrow gradually slowed down.

good idea!Fang Zheng gave Zifeng a thumbs up.

Zifeng has no knowledge of modern physics, but with his genius observation and hearing ability, he can tell that there is no air in weak water, and the sound of air friction will disappear after the arrow hits that position.It maintains its original orientation and speed, and the distance it slides in the vacuum is the thickness of the surrounding transparent wall.When the arrow came into contact with the air again, it made a piercing friction sound.There is the boundary of the wall.

At the same time, it can also be tested to see if there is any thickness of the wall.

Zifeng's arrows are very fast and there are a lot of them. If the wall is a sea ball that can withstand force, it will be shot into a sieve in just a few seconds.If these arrows are ink tubes that can leave marks in a vacuum, the ink has now solidified into hundreds of straight smoke in the round wall.

Even Fang Zheng could almost observe that the thickness of the wall was about 3000 meters.It is impossible to shoot so far in normal archery, and it can only fly without force in a vacuum.

At the same time, Fang Zheng also realized that Pang Meng was not lying.Zifeng shot the bone arrow upward after a few minutes, its friction sound disappeared in the sky, and the distance into the vacuum became shorter and shorter.

Xiyuan is slowly sinking, and now the top is less than 50 meters away from Zifeng.

At this speed, it is indeed possible for it to sink completely into the ground at dusk.

But with such a thickness, even Zifeng couldn't hold his breath, breaking out of the encirclement in one breath.He runs in the middle and chokes.

Fang Zheng watched Zifeng polish the bone spurs and shoot arrows, and suddenly felt strange—the bone spurs were so sharp and slender, they didn't look like bones from a corpse.The bones in the city wall of Yongjie are of different sizes and parts, and they are all in pieces.Most importantly, the bony ends are mostly rounded.The large bone spurs exposed on the ground are definitely not things that were removed from human corpses.They are like bonefield crops that grow out of the ground.

Or... Fang Zheng felt terrified, like a huge fishbone spine?

How can there be such a big fish in the world, each spine is more than two meters long, Zifeng has already removed hundreds of spines, and only the upper half is taken.Could it be the corpse of an ancient monster locked in the abyss?Did Zifeng dismantle the bones to make arrows?

Fang Zheng's thoughts turned.Zifeng couldn't run out, but he could pull him outside.As long as the speed is fast enough, the time Zifeng can hold his breath underwater in the Cangwu Abyss is different from ordinary people.Fang Zheng suddenly stood up, it can be solved, he must find such a long rope before dusk, there is no resistance in the vacuum.He got a helper to shoot the rope in.Then pull Zifeng out——

Fang Zheng suddenly stopped, no, Zifeng was able to summon Zhu Luan, and the speed of that divine bird was also impressive.With Zifeng's rushing speed and Zhu Luan's fan coming in to scoop him up, can't it be done?

Fang Zheng took a closer look, but he really couldn't do it.A huge golden luan and a smaller white luan hovered high in the sky.Zifeng shot arrows into the sky that passed through the wall, and they all avoided them.

Fang Zheng also saw this big golden luan in the white mist. At that time, there was a man in black sitting on its back, but no one was there now.With Jin Luan watching, it is impossible for Zifeng to call any Luan for support.And even if Fang Zheng found such a long rope, it was impossible for him to throw it in to rescue Zifeng when Jin Luan blocked him.

Zifeng has already shot hundreds of bone spur arrows in various directions. If the thickness is to be measured, all points in all directions are definitely enough.It was more like Zifeng wanted to detect the most vulnerable position and break down the wall.

Fang Zheng tried his best to keep his eyes wide open. Fortunately, the white mist has lasted longer than before, and the clarity is higher.Fang Zheng noticed that there was the densest ring of fishbone spurs next to the hundred ren branches inserted in the middle, and they overlapped two by two to form a simple top shape.At first, Fang Zheng thought it was Zifeng who inserted the stab casually, but suddenly he saw a small black shadow under the "fishbone roof".

Since Fang Zheng ate and sealed the dragon's eggshell liquid, Yaoci Baiwu has become more friendly and considerate to him.Fang Zheng's attention was focused there, and it approached like a camera.Fang Zheng was stunned when he saw it clearly—a small black-haired head wrapped in Zifeng's pure black cloak.

It was a sleeping baby.

Pang Meng's sarcastic and slightly desolate smile clearly emerged, "Together with my little master, I will never come out again."

"Monsters shouldn't be in this world."

Baby, how could it be a baby?Fang Zheng's heart was turbulent. He thought that Jun Yi was not dead, but half of his body was buried in the ground...but how could this happen?What the hell is that?

Some of Fang Zheng's confusions have been answered.

Qi Xi firmly believed that the master was dead, and every time Zifeng was injured, the Arrow God didn't move at all.

Xia Zhongkang already knew the existence of Lord Yi, and praised the three suns for their ability to shine and glow, but Xia Zhu's military power was still firmly controlled by Pangmeng.

Little master and disdain for Fengmeng.

Of course he can disdain babies.It made sense for Zifeng to be trapped for so long - of course he can fight alone.But can a baby survive 3000 meters of weak water holding his breath?Can he escape from Jinluan?Even if it is pulled out at the fastest speed, it will take at least a few minutes.A baby's circulatory system is very fragile and stores even less oxygen.Even if he was lucky enough not to suffocate, how could Zifeng fight against Jin Luan with one hand?Not to mention the man in black hiding somewhere.It has nothing to do with this abyss wall.

Zifeng wants to break this thing, he is trying, looking for loopholes, and thinking of ways.He also tried to break out from the ground, and dug out a large piece of ancient giant fish bone spur.

Fang Zheng instantly understood Zifeng's difficulties and intentions.The sun went down a little more.

The white mist disappeared in front of my eyes again, this time it lasted too long.Fang Zheng hurriedly continued to mobilize the power of Yaoci, but did not give Fang Zheng another chance to observe Zifeng's situation.Instead, he "cut the channel" willfully and jumped into a slightly crowded small yard.

It was Lu Shishi's house, and An Shisan really took the old man out.He obeyed Fang Zheng's order and hid him in Lu Shiwu's house.Fang Zheng's intelligence officers also gathered there with five Qinglongling intelligence officers.The old man had already woken up, and was sitting under the tree in a daze.Lu Shiwu and Jinqi are also hard to get off.Originally, their daily work was very heavy and they could not leave their posts without authorization.But these two Soran confidant warriors already knew that Pang Meng would sooner or later eliminate dissidents.Originally, it would take a while for all parties to weigh in, but now Fang Zheng has hidden the old man. If he is found, he will surely die.Anxious like ants on a hot pan.

"The Flying Badgers are searching from house to house, what should we do? What if—"

"Send it out of the city, we have someone outside to meet it." Guan calmly said, "You all escape together."

"Will get caught, there are badger soldiers everywhere now. We—"

Guan anxiously said, "Could it be that when your leader falls, the armor will die? You are the city guards, and you are the ones who patrol the law and order. The Flying Badgers are just the assassination troops secretly supervised. Why are you afraid of them?"

Back then, the armored guards of Danyang City were rebelled by Fang Zheng, and Solan was severely punished.Lu Shiwu and An Shisan's faces turned pale, "But if the two armies break openly, it will not be just a few of us, and it will not even be a matter of grievances between the commander and Pangmeng."

There will be an earthquake in the nine prefectures of Xiazhu.

A glint of light flashed in Fang Zheng's eyes. The gap in the contradictions that he saw in Xia Zhu back then had been torn open.The good opportunity he was looking forward to to destroy the great power regime resurfaced again.

Zifeng's situation is equally critical.

The white mist showing the scene of the small courtyard did not dissipate, but Fang Zheng suddenly discovered that the second white mist that slowly unfolded was connected back to the Yellow River again.Zifeng was still shooting bone spur arrows in all directions.It was like two "screens" were placed in front of Fang Zheng at the same time.Fang Zheng thought, has this ability been upgraded again?became multi-threaded?

Or, is there any connection?

Under the flower tree in the small courtyard, the old man with a dull and silent expression who cracked the jade carving suddenly began to "sing" and "dance".He chanted mysterious, obscure and ancient words and phrases according to a certain rhythm, and swayed his body strangely, imitating the traces of animals and birds.

However, An Shisan and the others in the courtyard didn't respond. They couldn't seem to see the old man's strange movements or hear his voice.

Fang Zheng's heart trembled violently—could it be that he could only hear it? ?The old man's eyes seemed to penetrate the white mist and looked at Fang Zheng gently, and the water in his eyes became very clear.

Fang Zheng couldn't understand any of the words and sentences he recited, he could only hear that they were repeated expressions.Fang Zheng couldn't remember those complicated syllables either.Fang Zheng racked his brains to think, but suddenly realized - can he try to attract these voices to Zifeng through the ability to upgrade through the white mist?

Fang Zheng walked into two sheets of white mist, stepped on the left half of the mist with one foot, and stretched out his hand to hold it.The old man's desolate and ancient chanting sound seemed to turn into strands of light wrapped around Fang Zheng's fingertips.Fang Zheng stepped into the mist on the right side with his other foot, allowing the faint light spots on his fingertips to flow naturally to the right.Hold it gently and sprinkle it slowly.It's like throwing a piece of pale paper butterfly from midair.

Zifeng stopped shooting arrows in all directions, he pricked up his ears, and looked at the sky with concentration and confusion.Sound doesn't travel in a vacuum, so Zifeng couldn't even hear Jin Luan and Bai Luan's calls.But at this moment, there seemed to be a voice in his ears.

Mysterious singing.The melody is soft and indistinguishable, far away at first, and then slowly falls down.

The obscure tunes and words of ordinary people seem to be something passed in Zifeng's blood, eliciting sympathy and knowledge from the bottom of his heart.He stood there for a long time without moving.

I see.Zifeng already understood.

The old man's recitation is the keel Tianfeng.

There are tens of thousands of monsters in the weak water, all the giant beasts in the trapped world, and piles of bones accumulated from generation to generation.But there is only a big keel in the abyss.There is a certain kind of power in the big keel, a kind of strong and unshakable elimination power.Not all keels have this strength, it is only distributed in the head, spine and long bones of the keel.

The old man under the flower tree had finished reading, and sat back in silence again, his eyes becoming dry again.But everyone in the courtyard didn't notice it.

Fang Zheng stared at Zifeng intently, his heart tightened instinctively.

I saw that Zifeng suddenly grabbed the Fusang arrow and pierced hard into his left wrist.His invulnerable body can only be injured by Fusang arrows.Zifeng held back the look of severe pain, and slowly pulled out a piece of bone that was bleeding from his wrist.

Is the smallest long bone.

Zifeng's eyes instantly became blood red, and he used his good right hand to hold the bloody bone on the Sun Shooting Fusang Bow.At this moment, he only had one hand to use his strength. He inserted the end of the sun-shooting bow into the gap in the ground, pulled the bow full with one hand, and without hesitation, shot the long bone into the abyss that was about to submerge the top of his head. Pointing to the hovering golden luan.

There is no sound in a vacuum, but the long bones are like lightning tearing apart the space. Amid the cracking sound of air pouring in, the long bones gradually crack and there is a loud bang.The small long bone erupted with dazzling light piercing the sky, as if a pierced golden crow had risen, exploding countless white gold and blood red mist beads.If someone is by the Yellow River, they can see that the river suddenly seems to go crazy, and the waves are more than ten meters high.The earth trembled on both sides of the strait, and there was a potential for landslides and ground cracks.The ground collapsed like countless tortoise shell cracks on the Loess Plateau, and bones accumulated over hundreds of millions of years were scattered in every crevice.

The high-altitude Jinluan let out a wail, and its gleaming wings vigorously fanned away the fragments of long bones that were ejected.It narrowly avoided it.The Bai Luan was not lucky, it was hit by a smoldering piece, and fell straight into the sky.When it fell, there was a continuous sound of air resistance and friction, and Zifeng heard the outside sound for the first time in these days.

The walls are broken and connected.The keel blasted Xiyuan, saying Tianfeng.The stabbing edge.

Zifeng's broken arm released a lot of smoke like burning.Zifeng was in great pain, and the red fierce light in his eyes became more and more intense.Seeing that Bai Luan fell down, Zi Feng felt extremely hungry and manic in his blood.He violently pressed Bai Luan's body against his stumped arm that was almost burning and smoking.The blood of the ancient phoenix and the blood of dragons and beasts flowed and intertwined, and the weak preyed on the strong, which has been the case since ancient times.

The white feathers spontaneously fell off piece by piece from the carcass of the luan bird.Unbelievably, its flesh and blood began to be absorbed by the mysterious power at Zifeng's broken bone, becoming his supplement.A bloody fire exploded there, completely ignited, engulfing Zifeng's right arm and Bai Luan in the flames.At the beginning, the flames were blood red and blue and white, and gradually the flames became... cyan.

Zifeng's left arm disappeared. After the smoke and blood mist dissipated, he spread out a pair of blue wings with a width of two meters, but it did not look like a normal bird's wing.Where it connects with the shoulder is a meandering bone line, and at the end of the bone line there are four phalanges with flexion and extension joints.The outside is covered with a cyan membrane and cyan feathers that are so brilliant that they can glow.Like a piece of art made of jasper.