The golden talisman is like rain, and the sound of the Sanskrit cicadas sing, the light on Xu Xian's body becomes brighter and brighter, gradually blurring his original form. Even Xiaoqing and Ao Li beside him look slightly sideways and cannot look directly.
At the same time, Drought Bá's tremor became stronger and stronger, and black smoke evaporated from his body. The faces of many demons were blurred, dissipating with the wind, and the scales and horns of his body were gradually degenerating.
Finally, when Xu Xian spit out the last syllable, the tremor of the drought ended abruptly.
The light on Xu Xian's body gradually dimmed, and he let out a gentle breath, feeling a little tired.After all, it is much more difficult to pass the transformation than to eliminate it, but fortunately it finally has some effect.
Xiaoqing and Ao Li let go and asked: Is this enough?
I don't know, it should be!Xu Xian touched his chin and looked at Han Bá. I have done my best, and the rest is his own. If he can withstand this blow, let go of his past persistence, and put aside his current confusion.With the immortal body of zombies, the world can be vented.
Although zombies are not really immortal, they are very close to this word compared to mortals.
As he spoke, Han Bá suddenly opened his eyes, spread his wings and flew northwest, with speed as fast as lightning. Xu Xian was a little unresponsive and was about to catch up.
Xiaoqian pulled out her hairpin and stabbed into the golden straw man in her hand. The straw man struggled and contracted his body like a living thing, and a few drops of blood overflowed from the straw.
I saw Han Bang falling from the sky like a kite with a broken string. When I rushed over, I saw a hideous wound on my chest. The body of Han Bang should have healed quickly.
But the wound seemed to have some force to stop it, not only could it not heal, but it was gradually expanding.
Xiaoqing and Ao Li looked at Xiaoqian sideways. Although they were both practitioners, such strange magic still made them feel cautious.
Or a witchcraft doll?Xu Xian remembered that when they managed the drought, Xiaoqian pulled a strand of hair beside Han Bá.
Xiaoqian said: The magic of the Maoshan School is indeed profound and profound. I have really gained a lot in practicing this path in the mountains. I just wanted to be in case. I didn’t expect that this drought would really not be able to be cured.
Xiaoqing and Ao Li couldn't help but touch their hair. They really had to be careful in the future and never let her get it.
Xiaoqian smiled: Don’t worry.He paused and said: I already have your hair.
Return it to me!
Xu Xian squatted down and saw that the drought had completely recovered from his human form.
But Xiaoqian's hairpin had already pierced the heart of Han Bá, and ordinary zombies were nailed into the heart by wooden cones and died.
Although Drought is not an ordinary zombie, Xiaoqian is not using an ordinary hairpin, but contains the spirit of the Huangshan Mountains. Under this thorn, Drought is as if it was pierced by a mountain peak, and there is no cure.
Xiaoqian put his hand on Xu Xian's shoulder: I know my husband can't bear this, but now there is nothing else to do. After all, he has been invaded by demonic thoughts and has lost his spiritual wisdom.
Xu Xian sighed, I still failed.He was unable to pass on.
Han Bá suddenly made a faint voice: You... have not failed, thank you for helping me restore my intelligence. I didn't know what happened just now.
Xu Xian and others were stunned. It was obvious that it was impossible for those who had lost their wisdom to speak like this.
Xiaoqian seemed to have some understanding.
I will find a way to save you now, and you can hold on!Xu Xian hurriedly pressed his hand on the wound of Han Bá, emitting a faint golden light.
Han Bá held Xu Xian's wrist and shook his head gently: No, no, I heard everything you said just now!Open my eyes and looked at the sky blankly: Why did God let me live again?At some point, the thick dark clouds obscured the moonlight.
Once the power of drought disappears, the Dragon King Ao Li does not need to travel the clouds and rain, and the thick water vapor cannot wait to gather in the sky.
Xu Xian didn't know how to answer this question, knowing that he was just seeking death just now.
Although his own power can help him overcome the demonic thoughts, he cannot pass his own level.
All my dear people were destroyed, and only I was resurrected as a corpse ghost.
Han Bá turned his head and looked towards the northwest. Before going to the expedition, he was full of peach blossoms. His parents' worries and the expectations of that person are still vivid in his mind, as if yesterday.
But now even if he goes back, there is nothing left, no one is waiting there, he has nothing left.
He opened his palms and the ice cicada was flawless. Even in the rage that had just lost control, there was no damage at all. This was once hung by such a pair of flawless hands on his waist before leaving. A psychedelic glow flashed in his eyes, and he said to Xu Xian: Please, take this thing back and take it back to my house. My house is here, my house is here... The voice gradually faded and dissipated.
It was as if the light came back at dusk, and after the light came back, it quickly returned to the dark night.
Xu Xian held the ice cicada and raised his head. A little coldness fell on his face, but it was not rain, but white snowflakes. The tiny flying snow quickly turned into heavy snow, covering the earth and the drought-his body.
After a long silence, Xu Xian stood up, shook off the snowflakes on his shoulders, and turned around and said: Let's go back!
The next day, before dawn, the snow illuminated the window railings.
Outside the gate, the snow was still falling, so terrifying that it seemed to be venting the depression of the past few months.
The snow is several feet thick, but it still doesn't seem to stop. The world is white, and the quiet is only the sound of falling snow.
The clear and moist laughter suddenly broke the tranquility, and Ao Li was playing with Yu Lei on the snow: Hahaha, it finally snowed, let's see who dares to underestimate this Dragon King.
Xiaoqing, who should have spoken sarcastically at this time, was wrapping up with a quilt and squishing her head: Close the window quickly.
Xu Xian smiled and said: Are you still afraid of the cold?
Although I don’t feel cold on my body, I feel very cold in my heart, and I feel very cold on my body.You don’t know how difficult it is to find food in winter, and if you don’t sleep, you don’t know how to get through it.If you hadn't quarrel with me, I would have slept in the mountains until spring.Xiaoqing was confused and spoke a little confused.
Xu Xian guessed that this was probably the sequelae left when he was a little snake!
Although I don’t like the hot summer, especially the Double Ninth Festival, I seem to hate winter. I suddenly smiled and said: Let me give you some warmth!
He reached into the brocade quilt, which was a small, smooth body without any trace of silk, which really revealed a lot of coolness, unlike ordinary people.
What... for husband... Xiaoqing murmured. In such a time, even the verbal resistance seemed to be much weaker.
The sound of the window was banging, and the sound was like a snowball hitting the window. Ao Li said: Xu Xian, come out to play!
Xu Xian naturally ignored it. At this time, who would want to go to the snow with the little girl to play with the snow, so he continued to search for the secrets.
With a loud bang, a snowball bigger than a person broke through the entire window with amazing force and speed, and smashed through the opposite wall. The howling north wind scrambled through the hall with large snowflakes.
Come on, play, let’s do it!
At the same time, Drought Bá's tremor became stronger and stronger, and black smoke evaporated from his body. The faces of many demons were blurred, dissipating with the wind, and the scales and horns of his body were gradually degenerating.
Finally, when Xu Xian spit out the last syllable, the tremor of the drought ended abruptly.
The light on Xu Xian's body gradually dimmed, and he let out a gentle breath, feeling a little tired.After all, it is much more difficult to pass the transformation than to eliminate it, but fortunately it finally has some effect.
Xiaoqing and Ao Li let go and asked: Is this enough?
I don't know, it should be!Xu Xian touched his chin and looked at Han Bá. I have done my best, and the rest is his own. If he can withstand this blow, let go of his past persistence, and put aside his current confusion.With the immortal body of zombies, the world can be vented.
Although zombies are not really immortal, they are very close to this word compared to mortals.
As he spoke, Han Bá suddenly opened his eyes, spread his wings and flew northwest, with speed as fast as lightning. Xu Xian was a little unresponsive and was about to catch up.
Xiaoqian pulled out her hairpin and stabbed into the golden straw man in her hand. The straw man struggled and contracted his body like a living thing, and a few drops of blood overflowed from the straw.
I saw Han Bang falling from the sky like a kite with a broken string. When I rushed over, I saw a hideous wound on my chest. The body of Han Bang should have healed quickly.
But the wound seemed to have some force to stop it, not only could it not heal, but it was gradually expanding.
Xiaoqing and Ao Li looked at Xiaoqian sideways. Although they were both practitioners, such strange magic still made them feel cautious.
Or a witchcraft doll?Xu Xian remembered that when they managed the drought, Xiaoqian pulled a strand of hair beside Han Bá.
Xiaoqian said: The magic of the Maoshan School is indeed profound and profound. I have really gained a lot in practicing this path in the mountains. I just wanted to be in case. I didn’t expect that this drought would really not be able to be cured.
Xiaoqing and Ao Li couldn't help but touch their hair. They really had to be careful in the future and never let her get it.
Xiaoqian smiled: Don’t worry.He paused and said: I already have your hair.
Return it to me!
Xu Xian squatted down and saw that the drought had completely recovered from his human form.
But Xiaoqian's hairpin had already pierced the heart of Han Bá, and ordinary zombies were nailed into the heart by wooden cones and died.
Although Drought is not an ordinary zombie, Xiaoqian is not using an ordinary hairpin, but contains the spirit of the Huangshan Mountains. Under this thorn, Drought is as if it was pierced by a mountain peak, and there is no cure.
Xiaoqian put his hand on Xu Xian's shoulder: I know my husband can't bear this, but now there is nothing else to do. After all, he has been invaded by demonic thoughts and has lost his spiritual wisdom.
Xu Xian sighed, I still failed.He was unable to pass on.
Han Bá suddenly made a faint voice: You... have not failed, thank you for helping me restore my intelligence. I didn't know what happened just now.
Xu Xian and others were stunned. It was obvious that it was impossible for those who had lost their wisdom to speak like this.
Xiaoqian seemed to have some understanding.
I will find a way to save you now, and you can hold on!Xu Xian hurriedly pressed his hand on the wound of Han Bá, emitting a faint golden light.
Han Bá held Xu Xian's wrist and shook his head gently: No, no, I heard everything you said just now!Open my eyes and looked at the sky blankly: Why did God let me live again?At some point, the thick dark clouds obscured the moonlight.
Once the power of drought disappears, the Dragon King Ao Li does not need to travel the clouds and rain, and the thick water vapor cannot wait to gather in the sky.
Xu Xian didn't know how to answer this question, knowing that he was just seeking death just now.
Although his own power can help him overcome the demonic thoughts, he cannot pass his own level.
All my dear people were destroyed, and only I was resurrected as a corpse ghost.
Han Bá turned his head and looked towards the northwest. Before going to the expedition, he was full of peach blossoms. His parents' worries and the expectations of that person are still vivid in his mind, as if yesterday.
But now even if he goes back, there is nothing left, no one is waiting there, he has nothing left.
He opened his palms and the ice cicada was flawless. Even in the rage that had just lost control, there was no damage at all. This was once hung by such a pair of flawless hands on his waist before leaving. A psychedelic glow flashed in his eyes, and he said to Xu Xian: Please, take this thing back and take it back to my house. My house is here, my house is here... The voice gradually faded and dissipated.
It was as if the light came back at dusk, and after the light came back, it quickly returned to the dark night.
Xu Xian held the ice cicada and raised his head. A little coldness fell on his face, but it was not rain, but white snowflakes. The tiny flying snow quickly turned into heavy snow, covering the earth and the drought-his body.
After a long silence, Xu Xian stood up, shook off the snowflakes on his shoulders, and turned around and said: Let's go back!
The next day, before dawn, the snow illuminated the window railings.
Outside the gate, the snow was still falling, so terrifying that it seemed to be venting the depression of the past few months.
The snow is several feet thick, but it still doesn't seem to stop. The world is white, and the quiet is only the sound of falling snow.
The clear and moist laughter suddenly broke the tranquility, and Ao Li was playing with Yu Lei on the snow: Hahaha, it finally snowed, let's see who dares to underestimate this Dragon King.
Xiaoqing, who should have spoken sarcastically at this time, was wrapping up with a quilt and squishing her head: Close the window quickly.
Xu Xian smiled and said: Are you still afraid of the cold?
Although I don’t feel cold on my body, I feel very cold in my heart, and I feel very cold on my body.You don’t know how difficult it is to find food in winter, and if you don’t sleep, you don’t know how to get through it.If you hadn't quarrel with me, I would have slept in the mountains until spring.Xiaoqing was confused and spoke a little confused.
Xu Xian guessed that this was probably the sequelae left when he was a little snake!
Although I don’t like the hot summer, especially the Double Ninth Festival, I seem to hate winter. I suddenly smiled and said: Let me give you some warmth!
He reached into the brocade quilt, which was a small, smooth body without any trace of silk, which really revealed a lot of coolness, unlike ordinary people.
What... for husband... Xiaoqing murmured. In such a time, even the verbal resistance seemed to be much weaker.
The sound of the window was banging, and the sound was like a snowball hitting the window. Ao Li said: Xu Xian, come out to play!
Xu Xian naturally ignored it. At this time, who would want to go to the snow with the little girl to play with the snow, so he continued to search for the secrets.
With a loud bang, a snowball bigger than a person broke through the entire window with amazing force and speed, and smashed through the opposite wall. The howling north wind scrambled through the hall with large snowflakes.
Come on, play, let’s do it!
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