Ragnarok is born

Bao Daoyi stared blankly at this astonishing scene, thinking to himself that in such a battle, he might not even be qualified to watch from a distance.

Not only him, even masters like Fang La and Luo Zhenren, who are among the most powerful in the entire human world, are not qualified to intervene.

Fang La's expression was gloomy, and Fang Baihua, who was mentally weak, also stared blankly at this extremely surprised scene.

After a long time, Fang La stomped her feet suddenly, grabbed Fang Baihua's arm, and used her magic power to heal her injury.

At the same time, showing a serious look, he told Bao Daoyi, "I will leave the safety of Baihua and me to you, Fellow Daoist."

Bao Daoyi gave a wry smile, stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly, a cloud appeared at the feet of the three of them, leading them up into the sky.

Although Bao Daoyi is the true heir of Jinhua Mountain, most of his abilities are in his natal spirit sword "Xuantian Hunyuan Sword".

The other spells are just dabbled in a little bit. The famous spell of flying clouds and driving fog makes the ground extremely loose and ordinary.

Bao Daoyi usually puts his body together with the sword, and the sword light flickers, and he flies away, far faster than the speed of flying through the clouds.

It's just that although Jian Guang made his flying speed far exceed that of ordinary ascetics, there is a huge flaw.

This kind of spell, which is known for its attack power, cannot be controlled as well as the spell of Soaring Clouds and Riding Mist, and it cannot bring many people with it.

This time driving ducks to the shelves exposed Bao Daoyi's shortcoming of lack of practice in other spells except for flying swordsmanship.

Fang La used her mana to help Fang Baihua heal her injuries. When she saw the clouds below her, climbing slowly and unsteadily, she sighed inwardly.

Bao Daoyi was sweating profusely, and directed the cloud to fly southward. It took half a day, but he did not fly three hundred miles away.

Fang La looked at Bao Dao Yi, who was pretending to be calm, and could only comfort himself. At least Bao Dao Yi's soaring cloud and driving fog spell was performed smoothly, without any sign of bumps.

Instead, he could calm himself down and help Fang Baihua wholeheartedly, dredge the veins, and resolve the injury.

The three hurriedly rushed for a while, but there were no pursuers, but Bao Daoyi was greatly relieved.

If he was traveling alone, he would be able to travel thousands of miles with just the sword light on his back. In the same time, he would have traveled at least three times the distance.

When going north, even Fang La's ground-bending golden light technique couldn't surpass his flying sword, even though Fang La had to carry Fang Baihua with him at that time.

The Mingjiao exercises practiced by the brothers and sisters of the Fang family have the same root and origin, so Fang La only needs to spend a little more effort to wrap up Fang Baihua and keep up with Bao Daoyi's sword light.

It's a pity that Bai Hua is seriously injured right now, and Fang La needs to heal his injuries with his exercise skills, so he can only rely on Bao Daoyi's Raising the Clouds and Riding the Mist.

I don't know how long it took to fly, Bao Daoyi on the cloud head lowered his head to take a closer look, only to feel a faint breath entangled with his own destiny on the ground below.

However, no matter how loose Bao Daoyi's technique of flying clouds and driving fog is, it is still a well-known spell.

It is many times faster than that of ordinary mortals, and even martial arts masters are far inferior to galloping like a galloping horse.

No matter how powerful a martial arts master with profound skill and long pulse is, he can't maintain a high-speed gallop. How can he compare with Bao Daoyi's "unusual" soaring clouds and driving fog?

The faint aura on the ground flashed by, and by the time Bao Dao Yi noticed, he had already left at least several miles away.

Bao Daoyi didn't care either, he just didn't sense the aura of any ascetics, the left and right are just ordinary people, at most they are martial arts practitioners.

He sat on the cloud head, secretly thinking that with the current momentum, he wanted to take Fang La and the two back to the hometown of the Mingjiao in the southeast.

At least two days later.

I hope that the journey will be smooth and nothing will go wrong.

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Chazi from the Imperial City Division quietly poked out his head from the bushes, looked up at the clouds in the distance, and called in a low voice, "Erlang, there is nothing unusual..."

Wu Song poked his head out from the other side, staring at the white cloud that turned into a small dot, and exhaled a long breath of white air.

He went out to learn art from a teacher, and Yiman was a teacher. When he returned to Qinghe County, he couldn't find the trace of his eldest brother.

After asking many neighbors, they all said that Wu Dalang had offended the rich man Zhang and left his hometown with his newly married lady to hide in other places.

It's a pity that everyone has different opinions, and no one knows where Wu Dalang went?

When Wu Song was annoyed, he accidentally met a Sichazi from the imperial city who came to Qinghe County to try his luck.

This chazi of the Imperial City Division happened to hear the rumors that Wu Song was looking for Wu Dalang when he was stationed in the Qinghe county government office.

Immediately he smiled, and muttered to himself that it should be my credit, so he led several officials from the Qinghe county government to find Wu Song who was running around like a headless chicken.

When Si Chazi of the imperial city spoke up, he was ordered to go out to Beijing to find Wu Erlang, and invited him to return to Beijing to serve the government.

Wu Song raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows, he couldn't control the rhetoric of the imperial city official, he just said bluntly, "I want to find my elder brother..."

Sichazi of the Imperial City, nicknamed Zhang San, is a man with a delicate mind and a very winking look.

After being rejected by Wu Song, his eyes rolled slightly, and he changed his rhetoric, "Erlang wants to find your elder brother, so I dare not stop him."

"It's just that the world is so big, the sea of ​​people is vast, and you are alone and weak, and at the same time, there is no useful news."

Zhang San smiled all over his face and explained, "I, the Secretary of the Imperial City, is the emperor's yamen to inquire about news, and it is very effective in inquiring about news."

"As long as Erlang can return to the capital with a certain person and serve the government, he can mobilize Chazi from all over the world to find news about your eldest brother for Erlang..."

Wu Song turned his anger into joy when he heard the words.

After the two settled, they transferred two good horses from the county government of Qinghe County, and set off from Qinghe County to Bianliang City, Tokyo.

That day, when he was galloping along the official road, Wu Song had a sudden whim and felt a wave of panic and uneasiness.

He has always been amazing in action, he directly held the rein, stopped the horse under him, and looked around, trying to find the source of his panic.

Zhang San, the Inspector of the Imperial City, was baffled. After running a long distance, he returned to Wu Song the same way and asked what happened.

Wu Song happened to raise his head to look at the sky, and saw a cloud cluster floating slowly from the sky, he couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

There were ripples in the lake of his heart.

The source of the aura that made him feel that the danger was imminent, and that he was terrified and uneasy, was precisely this cloud cluster floating in the sky.

Completely ignoring Zhang San's astonished eyes, Wu Song stretched out his hand and patted the back of his horse, flew off the horse, and flied across the woods next to the official road.

Volume Eight: Outlaws of the Marsh, Chapter [-]: Raiding People Before the City Gate

When Wu Song was studying art with Zhou Tong, he once heard Zhou Tong talk about some secrets related to ascetics in private.

So when he discovered that the source of the danger was nothing but the floating cloud.

Of course, the doubts fell on the ascetics.

He knew that so-called ascetics were very different from ordinary people in terms of concepts and customs, and it was impossible to speculate on the mentality of ascetics based on the code of conduct of ordinary people.

In Wu Song's induction, the aura on that cloud was as sharp as a sword, like the sharpest weapon in the world, exuding a dangerous aura all the time.

Although I don't know, I have never had entanglements with ascetics before, why I suddenly feel uneasy.

But as a martial artist, if you can't even believe your own spiritual sense, then you will be close to failure.

Especially Wu Song, who has always believed in his own spiritual sense, and has used it many times to turn danger into fortune and escape from death.

In a flash of his thoughts, he flew off his horse and hid in the dense forest with towering trees next to the official road.

Zhang San, who was still on the horseback watching this scene, was stunned secretly, he didn't know why Wu Song would act like this?

Before Wu Song got into the woods, he turned his head to look at Zhang San, and nodded.

Zhang San was excited all over, imitating Wu Song in a hurry, turned off his horse clumsily with his hands and feet, followed Wu Song, and rushed into the woods.

After the two hid their bodies in the jungle, Zhang San habitually prepared to look around and check the situation around him.

He was stopped by Wu Song, and warned in a low voice, "Don't try to die, there are ascetics passing through the sky with clouds..."

When Zhang San heard the words, he immediately silenced his flags and drums, and did not dare to act rashly again.

As an experienced inspector of the Imperial City, he had naturally heard the rumors about monks acting domineeringly.

The two quietly hid in the jungle, not even daring to breathe, counting the time in secret.

After half a cup of tea, Wu Song only felt that the catastrophe in his heart was approaching, the haze like a dark cloud cover gradually disappeared, and when the sense of crisis fell to the lowest point, he turned to greet Zhang San beside him.

Through the mottled light at the top of the bushes, I never saw the trace of the cloud again, and finally let go of my guard.

Hearing what Wu Song said, Zhang San felt uneasy, cautiously stretched out his head to check, and saw that the cloud was really about to disappear into the sky.

After this astonishing intimidation, both Wu Song and Zhang San speeded up their progress anxiously.

The closer he got to Bianliang City in Tokyo, the more Wu Song felt the fear and uneasiness hidden in the void.

The huge Bianliang City in Tokyo is like a terrifying monster with its bloody mouth wide open, preparing to devour itself.

He pulled the rein of the horse in his hand and stopped his progress. He was a little hesitant and couldn't make up his mind for a while.

More than half a month ago, he was still in the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, living with millions of ordinary people for several years.

Going around and going around, it turned out to be back here again.

It's a pity that it was only less than half a month, and Wu Song felt very strange when he faced Bianliang City in Tokyo again.

He has never been in contact with it before, it is so strange, it seems that he can jump up and devour people at any time, just like Tokyo Bianliang City of demons and monsters.

Zhang San felt helpless.

This Wu Erlang's vigilance is something he has never seen in his life, and it can be said that if there is any trouble, he will

To the point of being suspicious.

Seeing that Wu Song was hesitating, looking at Bianliang City in Tokyo from a distance, and preparing to pass the door, he couldn't help persuading him, "What's wrong with Erlang?"

Wu Song's body sitting on the horse's back froze, and then he suddenly relaxed. The whip in his hand pointed at Bianliang City in Tokyo, with a smile on his mouth, he thought to himself, "Wu is back again."

Looking at the hurried pedestrians on the side of the road, none of them acted unusually, so they had to keep their doubts in their hearts and remain silent.

The two drove their horses forward, and they heard pedestrians discussing in their ears, talking about the scene a few days ago, no matter where they are in Bianliang City, Tokyo, anyone can see it, and the sky seems to cover the sky. amazing picture.

Listening to the comments of worried scholars in blue shirts, this is a country that is about to perish, and there must be evildoers. We must serve the country loyally, serve the court, and write to the officials to let him wipe out the treacherous officials around him, clean up the government, and eliminate hidden dangers...

Zhang San couldn't help curling his lips secretly.

These impoverished people have always liked to make shocking remarks, and they began to manage the imperial court before they became Zhengyin officials.

Wu Song's attention was focused on the so-called surprise change, inexplicably remembering the ascetic who was in a hurry on the way halfway, wondering whether it was possible that he was also a member of the surprise change?

As a martial arts practitioner, Wu Song is very self-aware, knowing that no matter how advanced his martial arts skills are, he may be comparable to ordinary monks in terms of lethality.

In any case, if the ascetic is not truly transcendent and becomes immortal, his physical body is also very fragile.

History is not without precedents where monks were killed by martial arts practitioners in the process of fighting with martial arts practitioners.

But in terms of doing things, martial arts practitioners who pay attention to personal strength are far from comparable to monks.

Zhou Tong once said to him that ascetics connect the vitality of heaven and earth, leverage the universe, and can turn decay into magic.

With the body of a mortal, act the authority of the gods.

Swallow clouds and fog, call wind and rain, cast beans into soldiers, overwhelm mountains and seas, shrink land into inches, transmit sound across thousands of miles, control thunder...

Many mysterious and unimaginable supernatural powers have endowed ascetics with unimaginable strength, and also made them extremely arrogant.

Seeing that the city gate was approaching, Wu Song suddenly let out a surprise.

In the void, there was an aura that was both familiar and strange, and behind him, a place that ordinary people could not see, was slowly turning a big star.

A ray of star power overflows from the stars, along the inexplicable connection, gradually sinks into Wu Song's body, triggering a slow but firm, irreversible transformation.

Wu Song immediately noticed something was wrong.

It's just that no matter how he runs his skills, he can't detect what is abnormal, which caused this terrible accident.

Although the star power is small, only a tiny wisp, its quality is countless times higher than the true energy that Wu Song has cultivated for many years.

Sitting on the horse's back, silent chanting came from the void, and there were many phantoms in front of his eyes, Wu Song secretly complained incessantly.

Sure enough, he shouldn't return to Bianliang City, Tokyo.

When he left Bianliang City in Tokyo last time, Wu Song had a sense of relief that he had escaped from the predicament and returned to freedom.

I didn't realize anything at the time, but now that I think about it, it's clear that I was recruited long ago, but I didn't raise my vigilance.

Instead, he believed in the evil of Si Chazi in the imperial city beside him, thinking that if he returned to Bianliang City in Tokyo to serve the emperor and the court, he might be able to find news about his elder brother who had left his hometown...

"Learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family" is certainly the ideal that those with lofty ideals never forget, but at the same time there is a saying that "accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger", which shows that it is an extremely dangerous job to take refuge in the government.

He didn't even see the face of the emperor, and even outside Bianliang City in Tokyo, he felt the danger coming.

Wu Song kept the last bit of spiritual light on the Lingtai, struggling to contend with the singing with infinite magic power in the void, and the phantom in his mind.

The mount under him felt that he was controlling his rein and finally lost his strength. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly raised his hoof and moved forward.

Zhang San thought it was Wu Song's change of heart, and was about to make fun of it, when he suddenly saw Wu Song's eyes as black as ink, his heart trembled with fright.