Chapter 9: Supreme View Pouring
"Manservant He, you are also a person outside the Fang, don't you know that if someone else carries the Heavenly Thunder on behalf of someone else, the next Heavenly Thunder will double in power? Even if you carry down this one. The next one will definitely not be able to carry it through, is it worth it?!" Fatty also shouted at Realist He.
He real person looked at the sky that hands flat raised to a person's strength to carry the heavenly thunder of my grandfather said: "more Chen's essence blood to the yellow skin, and he gave up his person, yellow skin in him, he in the yellow skin, has been indistinguishable from each other, more Chen at this time, more equivalent to the yellow skin's scapegoat puppets, which may be the conditions they talked about at that time, for the yellow skin to keep the spirit of the yellow skin, for the yellow skin to carry the future of a Heavenly Tribulation, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to give up his person."
"Can we stop him?" I watched as my grandfather was gradually engulfed by lightning, the feeling in my heart could not be described, in the end, I surprisingly could only ask this sentence, can we stop him? Can you save him?
"Don't you feel that this is your grandfather's choice, and when it comes down to it, maybe it's the best place for him? A man as proud as he is, would he allow himself to die without being human or demonic?" Real He looked at me with very complicated eyes.
The heavenly thunder devoured my grandfather, and also devoured the erhu that my grandfather regarded as a treasure, but after all, this heavenly thunder carried through, and those who were about to leave just now chose to stay because of my grandfather's appearance, which was a variable.
"Your grandfather at least won. In Liu Bowen all think yellow skin must die, his appearance, for yellow skin to carry down a heavenly thunder is not false, in the invisible, equal to win Liu Bowen and others a chip, ten thousand shares of mediocrity, a hundred years more ministers. Three two, the same Guo family bloodline, I do not know you think you can grow to which step, but I hope you can be the same as your grandfather, from the beginning to the end do not forget the beginning." Realist He said at this time.
He real words are not false, in they want to go when my grandfather's appearance let them accidentally a bit, really to their level of struggle, can let the other side unexpected may be even if the victory, masters over the life and death between the line. Liu Bo Wen looked at that my grandfather who was swallowed by lightning, once again looked at the top of the mountain.
At this time, He Zhenzhen also looked at him and laughed: "Mountain Taoist friend, He Anxia and you bet on a game, I bet that the next yellow skin can still carry another heavenly thunder, dare?"
"Why don't you dare?" Liu Bowen at the bottom of the mountain said softly, after my grandfather who was buried together with the Yellow Skin all sacrificed his life, I don't think highly of this gamble of He Anxia, because I myself feel that that Yellow Skin who has already been struck by the thunderbolt, in all likelihood, he won't be able to continue to resist the next one.
"Bet a favor, dare you?" Realist He called out another sentence.
"Come!" Liu Bo Wen stood still and looked at the clouds in the sky, above the clouds, the next heavenly thunder was already poised to strike, while in the large pit in the direction of my grandfather's grave, there was no movement, if not for the fact that the heavenly thunder had not yet dissipated, I would even have thought that the yellow skins who had survived today's tribulation had perhaps already died in the heavenly tribulation.
The bet between them began, Huang Lao and Zhuge Qingfeng and the others stood, everyone was watching, the winner of this bet, perhaps soon to be revealed, and this next heavenly thunder, it would have been considered the sixth. Although they didn't tell me, but nine is the extreme of the number, the heavenly thunder rolls on, there shouldn't be more than nine.
Even after this one, there are still three more.
The sixth heavenly thunder finally fell after brewing for a while, this time, the heavenly thunder even made me feel fearful, and I had an impulse to kneel down, but just at this time, I suddenly thought, what I know is to say that there is a demon in this side of the calamity, but what if I don't know? Tomorrow, how will others interpret the huge thunderbolt that happened above Locked Village? Or nine in a row? Did the weather forecast issue a thunder and lightning warning for Locked Village today?
Just when I was thinking, that a heavenly thunder finally split down, this time, my grandfather's graveyard no light columns come, it looks like there should be no resistance, that a heavenly thunder, instantly to the ground to blow out a deep pit.
"He Anxia, you owe me a favor." Liu Bo Wen finished, turned around and left, I also closed my eyes, there are some things that are close to succeeding but failing in their endeavors, I can't even bear to look at it again, even if I don't like the yellow skins anymore, my grandpa just died again because of it!
"Fellow Daoist stay back, have I lost?" He Zhenren laughed, I raised my head, only to see that the clouds that were all about to disperse a moment ago were once again gathered at this time, that is to say, the yellow pied spirit that was directly struck by the heavenly thunderbolt, surprisingly did not die!
Liu Bo Wen stood there, also slightly froze, He Zhenzhen laughed: "You really are no longer considered Liu Bo Wen."
The people under the mountain did not say, He Zhenzhen is left, but it is a miserable victory, in the heavens thought this yellow skinned spirit died when it did not die, that at most is a breath of fresh air, which is only the sixth, the next three heavenly thunder, yellow skinned spirit is destined to not be able to carry through.
The next three thunderbolts are destined to be too much for the yellow-pilled spirit to survive.
But if Grandpa's strongest backhand is not there, we lose, is the princess grave child.
This is the biggest problem we are facing, even He Zhenzhen's face has become extremely ugly, that the yellow-skinned spirit can not carry through once again, this is almost inevitable, last time did not die, is to use the body to carry hard, this time, what it take to carry?
Liu Bowen and others this time finally did not go, the seventh heavenly thunder is also about to come down, see the sky clouds in the lightning of the pregnant style, my face white, this lightning splits yellow skin essence, I have a kind of great feeling, really, now the yellow skin essence, even if it is the first heavenly thunder may not be able to carry the past, not to mention that this is simply on behalf of the wrath of the heavens of the lightning?
Really at this time now, I would like to hope that a miracle can happen.
It was at this time, the land under my feet, suddenly shook, a moment as the ground shook.
"Fuck! Earthquake?!" Fatty grabbed my collar, pulling me started to run wildly up and down, Hezhen laughed out loud, while laughing while jumping down the whole mountain, the whole person as the heavenly banishment like floating down. Fatty and I, on the other hand, were in a much more sorry state, almost tumbling down the mountain as we went.
We had just run and jumped down the mountain, when the sound of the Supreme View behind us began to collapse, rumble, rumble, rumble, the entire back of the mountain collapsed, the Supreme View collapsed.
At this time, Fatty and I stood in front of Huang Lao, he looked at the mountain, almost crazy chanting, "The Supreme View falls down, the Sand River dries up, the Princess Tomb is leveled, the Supreme View finally falls down today!"
After the collapse of the Supreme View, the voice continued, roaming the mountain as if it were ten thousand horses, the fat man laughed bitterly, "Reinforcements have come, but there are still two more channels, who can carry them?"
Countless small figures, like locusts crossing the general toward my grandfather's graveyard side of the influx, as far as the eye can see, densely packed all, this is the fat man's mouth of reinforcements, in my grandfather's notes appeared, invincible yellow skin army!
The collapse of the back of the mountain, the collapse of the supreme view, accompanied by the back of the mountain in this demon cave countless yellow skins out!
These yellow skins ignored all of us, their goal was only one place, that is, my grandfather's grave, the place where the Yellow Skinned Spirit who had crossed the threshold was located!
They ran as fast as they could and arrived in the twinkling of an eye!
They piled up one on top of the other, one on top of the other.
An endless number of yellow skins have actually piled up a tower, a tower made of yellow skins, on top of my grandfather's grave! It was a human wall!
The seventh lightning bolt finally struck at this time.
Those yellow skins didn't run away because of the lightning, they were unusually quiet, they just piled up and held on, the lightning struck from the top of the tower, layers upon layers, and in that instant, the stench of scorching filled the air.
From beginning to end, not a single yellow skin escaped.
The back of the mountain is the Princess Tomb of the dragon gas raised by a mountain of demonic gas, who all know the lock head of the village of the back of the mountain of the yellow nippers are mostly into the essence, they may not be strong individually, but the number of the number of the power of the convergence of the power.
Finally, they can withstand that seventh heavenly thunder.
"Starting today, lock head village er no more yellow skins, I don't know whether this is Guo Zhongyong's planning, or Guo Genchen's, I have to say, the supreme view of the fall, the sand river water dry Princess graves er flat, this is not an unfounded slanders, the fat master I said at the time that he took the faintest move, so much yellow skins essence sooner or later for the scourge of a party, but after this, there will be? This all seems unrelated, in fact, inextricably intertwined. Trade? Who actually used who? Even if it can be resisted, the next course, who can carry it?" Fatty looked at the sky and chanted.