Chapter 10: Green Waifu
The atmosphere of the yellow skin infected everyone present, so to speak, as long as here, can qualify to be involved in the entire Princess Tomb child. Involved in the middle of some of these things, are capable of, this seems to be a metaphysical event. The yellow-skinned spirit of the back of the mountain, alone in the eyes of these people are nothing, I believe that even if this countless yellow-skinned spirit convergence, will not be forced to He Zhenzhen as the year of the lousy.
A very simple words, unity is strength, a small yellow skin, converge into an ocean, a pagoda, protect the master heart, even carried down the seventh heavenly thunder! Even my own blood boiled up, to hope, to bless that was struck by the thunder of the yellow skin can really against the heavens to become immortal!
The heavenly tribulation comes, and the tribulation is on its own. If someone else helps carry it, the power of the next heavenly thunderbolt doubles. My grandfather carried the heavenly thunder and would not trigger such a gain addition because my grandfather and this yellow-skinned spirit may have become indistinguishable from each other, one of us is you and one of us is me. But the countless yellow-skinned spirits protecting the master, although they are helping the master to top down this heavenly thunder, but at the same time of helping, they make this heavenly thunder that is coming soon to be an exterminating thunder.
The Heavenly Might truly cannot be offended!
The heavenly calamity is the way of heaven, the yellow skinned spirit protects the master, belongs to the heaven against the sky, the wrath of the heavens, the ambush of millions of corpses!
The clouds are tumbling and jumping, the electric arc inside is filled with electricity, this is the real black clouds, this heavenly thunder is still to come, there is already a destructive momentum! Fatty's face is unusually ugly, I have been shaken, changed to support the yellow skin into a spirit, but I do not know what Fatty thinks.
If I'm not wrong. If Fatty was really the one who came from the Nine Heavens, then what would be above the clouds, he would know even better than me, and this was the reason why Fatty had been very difficult.
"Real He, will you come to the aid of the Yellow Pikmin?" I didn't dare to ask Fatty, but it was almost obvious that Yellow Pixie Spirit couldn't carry off the last heavenly thunderbolt, so perhaps whether or not Real Person He would make a move was a crucial part of influencing the whole thing.
"Heavenly thunder is the hand of the heavens, it seems to be a block, is a calamity, but if you really want to become immortal, get rid of the mortal flesh, this heavenly thunder is again a baptism, after the heavenly thunder baptism of the body, can be the immortal body, so today if I make a move, not to mention that the last heavenly thunder will be how to the yellow skinned elf itself, and not half a bit of good." He Zhenran said.
"But if you don't make a move, it seems that he will definitely die this time." I said.
"So everything depends on heaven, listen to heaven's fate." He Zhenran said, he cares also, does not care also not, then, half of the people when faced with such a choice, will say the words listen to heaven's fate.
I turned back, glanced at Fatty, who looked at the entire dark cloudy sky with a mesmerized gaze.
"Master Fatty, what exactly is in the sky?" I asked Fatty.
He glanced at me, didn't say anything, and continued to look at the sky, murmuring, "There are still two more, Lin Baqian, are you really not going to come out to make this happen?"
–The eighth heavenly thunder was still brewing, and just at this time, from the direction of my grandfather's grave site, a white light suddenly shot out, forming a huge pillar of light, and in the distance, a boy in a small green jacket was hugging an alabaster altar and singing a strange song.
The green wazi finally met the yellow skin, but the yellow skin can still recognize the green wazi?
Although there are no more green children here, but how come there are no yellow skins?
The old man of the year, now want to hold a grandchild?
Do you think that is a grandchild, or a green child?
He just bounced all the way, all the way, holding a white jade altar in his arms, the altar seems to be more beat than his body, running all the way, looking naive, so suddenly appeared the child with green body, anyone can see the abnormality, everyone stared at this from the reservoir side of the child suddenly just ran out of this child.
Mr. He chanted softly, "Go."
The peach wood sword behind him rushed out, rushed to the boy wearing a small green jacket on top of the head, I had thought that He Zhengen actually want to take action against this ghost baby, see the peach wood sword hanging on top of the head of this child eyeing the way I realized, this is He Zhengen is protecting him.
"Whoever dares to make a move is an enemy of me, He Anxia." Real He called out again.
The little child with the green jacket ran, and when he passed by the people, he seemed to be very cautious, and at first was cautious, but then when he walked in front of Liu Bowen, the child suddenly stopped, fear written on his face, and asked in a milky voice, "Are you the old master of that year?"
Liu Bowen didn't say anything, but walked towards the green waif, and the child suddenly screamed, "You're not the old master of that year, you're not the old master of that year!" While screaming, he backed away.
"Do you really want to do this, fellow Daoist?" Realist He called out.
The peach wood sword hanging above Green Wazi's head at the bottom of the mountain was erected, the end of the sword pointing straight at Liu Bowen, the two were frozen again, Liu Bowen was advancing, and the peach wood sword was retreating again.
"Go." He Anshi once again threw out the floating dust in his hand, this time, even with one floating dust and one mahogany sword, it was still difficult to stop Liu Bowen's steps towards the little boy with the green jacket.
"He Anxia, you and I are quite equal, let me ask you, do you really want to be like this?" Liu Bowen turned back and said.
"Have to be." He Zhenran said.
He Zhenran stood up, said to the fat man: "Liu Taoist friend, no matter how you choose in your heart, the nine heavenly thunders are at the mercy of heaven, but the eighth, there is a way to cope with it, I'm going to drag Liu Bowen, but certainly will not be an opponent, please help, let that green waifu close to the yellow skin, back then, there is a Princess Grave to have a supreme view, and there is a supreme view to have a quicksand river, a dragon, a ghost, and a demon. Triad formation, I believe that can not hide from the eyes of the Taoist friends, what is this child sent, you should also understand, my generation of people in the cultivation of Taoism, although the subjugation of demons, but the rules are no more than human feelings, extreme in the feelings of the party extreme in the Tao, the martyrdom of the Taoist Lin Xiaofan is the same, I think that, Taoist friends Liu is also the same."
After saying that, He Zhenzhen walked slowly towards Liu Bowen and stood in front of that green waifu, the floating dust mahogany sword had already returned to its place, Liu Bowen was still striding, sneering while walking, "He Anxia, you can't stop me."
"So what if you add me a Lin Bachan!" A distant party of Taiji diagrams flew in, and one person on it was none other than Lin Bachian, who had disappeared for a long time.
Lin Bachiqian landed on the ground and saluted Realist He, "Realist He, between me and him, there should be another battle."
He Zhenran nodded and took the initiative to give way, Lin Bachi had a defeat at the hands of Liu Bowen that day, and there was still a battle to be fought today.
Lin Bachiqian started his hand, a Taiji Shake Kunlun.
–I looked at the green doll that has always been very careful, that year I had a dream, the dream is this child, the dream of the green baby singing songs, not a little bit of ferocity, he seems to be using the song and then tell what the truth.
Later we were in the eighteen layers of hell under the water, once caught this ghost baby, I pulled out the steel needle in the back of his head, unlocked my strange fate, in exchange for tiger live, but that green waifu is my ghost baby uncle, is a child with a ferocious face, and my dream appeared does not imagine.
Now seeing this, I suddenly realized that this is the one that appeared in my dream back then, right?
And at this moment, the swords were drawn between Lin Bachi and Liu Bowen, Lin Bachi was full of fighting spirit, he even took off his shirt, revealing the strange tattoos that flew all over his domineering body.
"Know why that person back then didn't choose you? So what if you, Lin Bachian, are both wise and brave? Still not an outcast? Back then, I counted with a certain person is still a little bit of chance, I had asked him why, know how he answered me? He said that you, Lin Bachien, have no atmosphere in your chest, no six-height atmosphere. You and I fight, win or lose a line, you have lost in my hands, must fight back? If you lose Song Zhiyin, what's the harm if you win me and the world?" Liu Bo Wen looked at Lin Ba Qian and said.
"Noisy." Lin Bachiqian raised his hand and the Taiji Diagram shot out.
Liu Bowen stretched out a hand and pressed it, the Taiji diagram stopped. Just when I thought they were about to have a big fight, Liu Bowen took a step back and made way, pointing to the sky, "The second battle between you and I shouldn't be here."
Liu Bowen took the initiative to give way, Lin Bachan did not approach, he patted the little child with the green jacket for a moment and said, "Go on."