Chapter 557 is not alone

  Excessive thinking cannot replace actual action.

  Gong Thirty-Six pulled Liu Tianzhen, and began to shuttle back and forth in the map of the volcano group.

   Want to find out some clues.

  Assume that these pictures were not originally used as killing fields.

   So what is their original function?

  Simple painting world?

   Or is something else hidden?

  Thick clouds enveloped the wilderness densely, and the erupting magma radiated dull light in all directions. During the heat transpiration, the light seemed to be distorted, showing a cruel beauty.

   This is still a quirky aesthetic that belongs to a particular painting.

  The reality of the volcano group, there is a high probability that people will not feel like this.

   "Look... what is that?" Liu Tianzhen took La Gong Sanshiliu's hand, and then asked him, pointing to the picture behind the dark and shadowy scene.

   Palace Thirty-six looked up.

   At first it was a chaotic, gray one.

   Look closely, but it seems that in the steaming heat, I saw a forest sea that can't be seen at a glance.

   "It's a pine forest on a moonlit night... Are these two pictures connected?"

   "Or, are the different pictures merging with each other?"

   Hum!

  A big yellow-skinned gourd ejected clouds from its tail, carried two people on its back, rushed out of the pine forest, and flew into the map of Doomsday Volcano.

  The sudden intrusion broke the original dullness and tranquility.

   "It's so hot!" The Taoist sitting in the front half of the calabash opened his mouth and said.

   "Yes! My eyebrows are almost scalded clean." The monk sitting on the back half of the gourd said unhappily, touching his bald forehead.

  Gong Thirty-six did not stare at the two of them.

   recognized them.

  In fact, almost all monks in this world, Gong Sanshiliu, know each other theoretically.

  Because they are all 'players' of Huzhong Realm, when their souls log into Huzhong Realm, they will be carefully observed by Ke Xiaoliang.

   There are only monks who are eligible to be remembered by Ke Xiaoliang, but there are not so many.

  But Gong Thirty-Six recognized at a glance that the monk was a famous Shamen Sanren who broke the three precepts, and the Taoist was a Taoist loose cultivator who was drunk.

   "Being a monk requires all things to be empty. You have lost your hair, so you still care about your eyebrows?" The drunk Taoist said to the monk who broke the three precepts behind him very rudely.

Breaking the three precepts retorted: "That can't... shaving your head is nothing, and losing your eyebrows is a traitor. There is still a big difference between having eyebrows and not having eyebrows. The Buddha doesn't care what kind of image he shows to others, but the world is ignorant, but he cares. In what way did the Buddha listen to his complaints and repent."

   "It makes sense, now it's mine." The drunken Taoist said bluntly.

   Then he saw Gong Sanshiliu and Liu Tianzhen at a glance.

   also saw their hands clasped together.

   "Misunderstood! Misunderstood! Offended! Offended!"

   "Let's leave now... let's leave now!" The drunk Taoist patted the yellow leather gourd on the ground, turned the mouth of the gourd, and was about to leave.

  Liu Tianzhen threw away Gong Thirty-Six's palm like an electric shock, and then his face was full of embarrassment.

  Gong Thirty-Six cupped his fists and said, "The two seniors also noticed that something is wrong here, so you came to investigate?"

  People with low EQ will explain misunderstandings.

  People with high EQ use another, more critical message to change the subject in an instant.

   Sure enough, Daoist Drunk and Breaking the Three Precepts were both attracted by Gong Thirty-Six's words.

   "Not bad! The secret realm is divided into regions, each region is different, but it is slowly merging."

   "The poor monk has reason to suspect that this secret realm is slowly merging. The reason for the merging...maybe the reason for the **** battle here."

   "Someone is using the method of blood sacrifice to sacrifice these originally incompatible fragments of the secret realm, and knead them into a small world." Breaking the three precepts is still straightforward.

  When Gong Thirty-Six brought the topic to him, he directly said what he got and thought.

  It is useless to let the drunk Taoist make winks.

   It wasn't long before the monk who broke the three precepts spoke.

   What was originally just boiling magma began to burst into bright red bubbles.

   And right there in that bubble.

  Some monsters that seem to be composed of magma are rapidly formed just like embryos are conceived.

   "I told you not to say it."

   "It will be troublesome to say it!" The drunken Taoist complained, but his movements were quite fast.

   While waving his sleeves, he threw out a small bronze clock.

  The little bell grows against the wind, and then, like a hill, presses towards the bubbles that are pregnant with magma monsters.

   Clap clap!

   Bubbles burst one by one.

  But those substances that fell out of the bubbles, similar to magma, did not dissipate.

   Like magma, also like blood, wriggling on the ground.

   Absorbing the huge firepower around.

   Then they twisted together and turned into a larger individual.

  The monk who broke the three precepts was covered with golden light.

   Fly down from the gourd.

  A layer of Buddha light and Buddha phantom appeared on his body.

  The martial arts method is the Buddha's breaking the three precepts, but what he holds in his hand is a very lethal mace.

  The golden mace smashed towards the weird wriggling substance.

   Loud bang.

  The ground cracked a big hole.

   Magma spewed out.

  In the gushing magma hole, more strange things like meat **** and magma polymers gushed out.

   Gradually, some weird monsters came out from the magma.

  They are covered with the stone armor of later generations. They are burly and tall, but their cheeks are sunken, and slender but thorn-like sharp horns protrude from the top of their heads.

   "This thing can't be killed. It is basically a Taoist soldier raised in this secret territory."

   "Taoist priests, use confinement methods to restrain them." The monk who broke the three precepts is obviously experienced. He didn't make any achievements in one blow, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, he turned around and told the drunk Taoist who was traveling with him.

  Drunk Taoist actually took out a jade bracelet from his bosom as early as the moment he broke the three precepts and failed to make any achievements with one blow.

  Hold the jade bracelet in front of her eyes and shake it up and down.

   Then he threw it out forcefully.

  The jade bracelet began to split in the air, and after a few breaths, it turned into more than a dozen jade bracelets of the same size.

  Each jade bracelet is aimed at a magma monster.

  When the jade bracelet tightly hugged a part of the magma monster, not only did the magma monster slow down greatly, but they also staggered up and down like they were drunk.

   "Because of my stereotyping technique, try again and see if you can kill it."

   "If they are really Dao soldiers, we must find out their weaknesses and flaws, otherwise they will be endless, and imprisonment is not a long-term solution." The drunk Taoist said.

  In an instant, a flying sword flew out of Gong Sanshiliu's sleeve.

  The pitch-black flying sword roared out.

   It was like cutting mountains and seas, cutting those imprisoned magma monsters into pieces.

  Since there is a monk who broke the three precepts, Gong Thirty-Six does not use the martial arts transformed from the world of high martial arts.

   Instead, normal monk methods were used.

   "What a flying sword!"

   "This kind of skill of controlling the sword...could it be the master of the sword sect?" The drunk Taoist asked about the details of Gong Sanshiliu and Liu Tianzhen.

  The severed magma monster dissipated and turned into a crystal that was as crystal as fire and blood on the spot.

   Break these crystals, and thick plasma flows out of them.

   "Forging Dao soldiers with human blood is indeed a sorcery."

   "Be careful, we have punctured its trick, I'm afraid we won't be allowed to leave easily." The drunk Taoist reminded him.

  While speaking, the drunk Taoist had pulled out an extraordinarily gorgeous whisk.

  The long handle of the whisk is more like a sword hilt, while the slender and smooth tail of the whisk is like a gathering of bright stars.

  As the dust whisk swayed, thousands of silk threads fell into the boiling magma, as if they were shuttling underground.

   After a few breaths, a large number of crystals with blood condensed in them were pulled out by the whisk.

   A large piece of sparkling, like a bunch of cherry tomatoes.

  Drunk Taoist directly omitted a lot of fighting links and solved many troubles.

   It's just that there are still a few fish that slipped through the net.

  (end of this chapter)