I was stolen by a bird to be my wife

Eight Thousand Hands Rescue Avalokitesvara found that way of life.

"It was Tianyan who asked me to come see you!" she shouted.

But what greeted her words was not the sword light she wanted, but a black ink mark as thick as night.

Zhuo Yuan probably acted decisively when he heard the word "heaven".

Young Master Chaoshuang is in the city, and the situation has come to this point, there must be his handwriting.

After doing that scene yesterday, Zhuo Yuan said don't worry, but in fact, he has already raised a hundred thoughts about this Tianyan who used to go out of the way.

Huaying, who looked like a teenager, shook his sleeves, and the Langhao brush that had been prepared earlier was turned out.

The wolf was full of ink, but when it was shaken, no ink dots fell off, and it condensed on the tip of the pen, dripping without dripping.It wasn't until Zhuo Yuan pointed to the Eight Thousand Hands to rescue Guanyin with a single stroke, that the ink marks swiped upwards, drawing a winding Great Wall with one stroke!

In the north of the wilderness, the city wall built in ancient times to stop demons can still be seen.It's a pity that now the demons are hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, and the ancient city walls are only left in ruins.

But what Zhuo Yuan's stroke evokes is not the ruins that people see today, but the newly built, tidy mud bricks, brand new steps, city walls, and beacon towers.

It is thousands of miles long, and the meandering undulates with the broad ridge.

According to historical records, the war between the aliens and the demons surrounding the Great Wall lasted for more than two hundred years.It cannot be called indestructible and solid, but it is the most critical respite for those who have left their hometowns who have not long arrived in this continent.

At this moment, the Great Wall came to this place, and it suddenly turned into a moat in the shaman temple, together with Senfeng Lixiu, separated eight thousand hands from Avalokitesvara and Ren Feiguang.

It also separated the sword light that suddenly lit up in Ren Feiguang's hand.

Seeing that You Ruo's raging sword shadow froze, the moment Zhuo Yuan needed was already in his hand.

The nib of his pen especially has the meaning of the Great Wall Jieli, but when he lifts it up, it makes a crisp sound of keys jingling.

The dripping ink beads hang in the air, and the next moment, they are wiped away with the tip of the pen, forming a pitch-black keyhole.

This keyhole is facing Avalokitesvara with eight thousand hands.

The Eight Thousand Hands Rescue Avalokitesvara had a heavy cloud in his mind, as if standing on the edge of a cliff and looking up, he couldn't help but tremble at the height.

But she was not flustered. The former left governor acted decisively when he heard the word "heaven", but she was the one who acted first. The evil god who still speaks out.

When she opened her mouth, Guanyin with eight thousand hands was ready to rescue, and when the Great Wall of ink and wash suddenly unfolded, she raised her hand first.

"—!"

Lu Miaoying, who was hiding behind, suddenly heard the old woman's chief priest shout.

It seemed as if he drank loudly, Lu Miaoying saw that the old man's back was tense, and his chest was humming and dull for a moment because of the drinking.

However, she didn't hear the shouting.

While drinking loudly, the old man jumped up, fell, and stepped on the rhythm. The strange rhythm that Lu Miaoying had seen once again appeared at the old man's feet.

The underworld river was surging, the water was choppy, Zhuo Yuan's wolf hair was just about to be inserted into the keyhole, when he suddenly coughed uncontrollably.

The wolf's hair fell wrongly, and the black keyhole to the void was smeared into a mess.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the old priest's posture, his squinted eyes rolled up, the whites of the eyes almost occupied the entire eye sockets, and he knew that the Eight Thousand Hands Rescue Avalokitesvara had controlled the priest of the witch temple and asked her to cast spells.

Zhuo Yuan was wary of the Eight Thousand Hands Rescue Goddess of Mercy's control over the educated girl to intervene, but he didn't expect that this evil god's ability to control people's hearts was more powerful than he imagined, even the chief priest of the witch temple in the big city could be forcibly controlled.

He knew that the Eight Thousand Hands Rescue Guanyin had always been low-key, but he would never have thought that her usual abilities would be deliberately "low-key".

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yuan was one step late, coughing again and again, and the breath was stuck in his chest, unable to spit it out or swallow it down.

Not only that, the weakness spread inward along his hands and feet, his skin was so hot that he was sweating, but his body felt chills inside.

During the movements of raising his hands and feet, Zhuo Yuan's joints seemed to be suffering from rheumatism, and the bone spurs were extremely painful.What's more, a head of gorgeous hair turned white quickly from the roots, and it was suddenly seen, as if covered with a layer of frost and snow.

In just one breath, the young Huaying was not only old and bent, but also seriously ill.

That's how Da Si Ming sat down and Wu Zhu started.

The glory is gone, and the time of death is approaching.

Zhuo Yuan could not even be unsteady with his pen, but he also lost the opportunity of the Great Wall of Ink and Wash.

From the gap between the mud and stone bricks, silver liquid gushed out, like a waterfall or snowflakes.The Great Wall of ink and wash crashed down, torn apart by the icy sword light, swept away, and flew away in the turbulent wind.

Then, the sword light was like a huge wave, and it pressed down on the Eight Thousand Hands Rescue Avalokitesvara.

The sharp water foam scraped on the face of the benevolent and beautiful evil god, but her eyes were full of joy.

Zhuo Yuan had lost the chance to stop her, but she was finally able to relax.

The only thing that Cthulhu cares about now is...

Why did the cloud of uneasiness in my heart not dissipate, but hang down thick and low like it will rain in the next moment?

Will Hong Fushou Wansui, who is hiding in the dark, make a move?Does Zhuo Tiaomiao have any other tricks?Or which one is out of control...

Countless thoughts flickered in her heart like stars, but in action, she rushed towards the sword light without hesitation.

Seeing that he could be overwhelmed by the silver wave-like sword shadow, Avalokitesvara suddenly felt a coldness on the tip of his nose.

Was it the sharp sword waves that made her feel chilly?

The Eight Thousand Hands Rescue Guanyin blinked, vaguely getting a fluffy snowflake that almost melted on her eyelashes.

***

Taibai Peak.

"Sword Master! The seal is expanding!"

The exclamation was almost inaudible in the bitter wind, and only the tinkling of hailstones could be heard in my ears.All the swordsmen who are not in the realm have retreated from this peak, otherwise the disciples trained by Jiange with great efforts will be destroyed under the hailstorm before they show their sharpness.

Only swordsmen who can show their sharpness can stay. The sword edge covering them can break through the Cuju-sized hail that hits them, keeping them safe and sound.

Swordsmen of sufficient realm kept coming, and soon there were figures standing on the stone pillars standing on the mountain peak against the strong wind and hail.

Soon there were not enough stone pillars, and the slower swordsmen could only stand on the steel cables between the stone pillars, and they had to make sure not to be thrown off by the swinging steel cables when resisting the shocking skates.

Even so, the swordsmen still quickly determined their positions relying on the tacit understanding of their fellow disciples.

The sky and the earth seemed to be trembling, only a few people did not tremble.

On the most central peak, on the tallest stone pillar, Xie Zhengrong, the lord of the sword pavilion, dressed in snow-white clothes and wearing a sword at his waist but not holding a sword in his hand, stood upright.

The wind and hailstones blowing towards him shattered a few feet away from him, as if being split by an invisible sword, unable to hurt him at all.

The world is vast, and ordinary people here, let alone see clearly, probably can't even open their eyes.But the falling sky was clearly reflected in the man's glazed eyes, in his pupils as dark as night.

The vortex gathered by the wild cloud is more than five or six times larger than when Riding the Wind Taibao left.

Sword lights of various colors flickered brightly, and all the Taoist masters of the Shu Dao made their moves together. Every time the sword pointed, there would be a large cloud of sky to dissolve.

Can the sky be broken with a sword?

In the swordsman of Jiange, yes.

Most of the swordsmen wielded their heart swords and followed the Taoist masters to deal with the unexplained natural disasters and ants in Xidafeng.This barely curbs the continued expansion of Xidafeng, but it cannot restore it to its original tranquility.

From time to time, anxious eyes cast on Xie Zhengrong.

Daoist Chen Cang couldn't help but ask first: "Sword Master, but what else is happening in the natural disaster?"

If natural disasters are not what else are you going to do, why don't you take action?

Daoist Chen Cang didn't mean what he said, but Xie Zhengrong didn't respond.

Not only that, he also closed his eyes, leaving only the small mole under his eye, which was as red as blood in the frost.

Master Chen Cang: "..."

Brother, speak up, brother!

Taoist Master Chen Cang could only turn his head and concentrate on dealing with natural disasters.

But he didn't want to, at the moment when he turned his head back, he saw that the Xidafeng, which had expanded to cover the small half of Sichuan, suddenly tightened and returned to its original scale.

This seems to be a good thing, but Taoist Master Chen Cang knows it is not!

How could a natural disaster without a central sword disappear out of thin air?The natural disaster moved a large part of its power out of Xidafeng, where did it go? !

***

But Moon City, in the witch temple.

It's snowing.

Eight Thousand Hands Rescue Avalokitesvara froze in place, and the silver-like sword shadow drowned out the natural disaster that befell her.

When a natural disaster appeared, it was extremely humble in a sense to block a blow for her subordinate first.

However, at the next moment, with the sound of a key unlocking from nowhere, the frozen Eight Thousand Hands Rescue Avalokitesvara shattered into pieces.

More snowflakes fell on her hair, and from the top of her hair began to fall a little bit of crystal chips, and the crystal chips flew with the last remaining power of the sword light wind, falling into the world like a river of stars in the night.

The author has something to say: Avalokitesvara with Eight Thousand Arms: Did I even die at the hands of "my own people"? !

Chao Shuang: Erwuzi was killed by his boss, it's not a matter of course.

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Happy Lantern Festival