Beiyin Great Sage Chapter 313

Chapter 313 Gold!

In the evening, the wind and sand suddenly struck.

"Unlucky!"

Wanggou yawned, and the wind and sand penetrated his mouth. He couldn't help yelling that he was unlucky, and even poohed several times, his throat still felt hard.

"Brother Wang, are you off work?"

"Come and sit when you have time!"

"Brother Wang, have you eaten yet?"

Walking along the way, there are constant greetings, and it can be seen that his popularity on this street is known to everyone, and everyone knows it.

Many flattering and polite voices sounded again and again.

Wang Gou also greeted casually, but his attitude was completely different, as if looking down from above, with contempt in his eyes.

"Old man."

Stopping in front of a booth with three calculations per day and three origin stones per day, he said with a loud voice:

"Haven't you finished the three calculations today?"

"Hey..." The old man who bought sugar water next to him chuckled and said:

"It's not that the third calculation has not been completed, but that he didn't open at all today!"

"Oh!" Wang Gou raised his eyebrows:

"yes?"

"Yes." The stall owner smiled wryly:

"The market is not good today."

"You are a fortune teller, you should calculate today's market for yourself before leaving the booth." Wang Gou squatted down with a smile, and took out three origin stones:

"I'm lucky today. I got a windfall. I'll take care of your business. Help me see the latest fortune."

As he spoke, he smiled triumphantly.

For him who has always been stingy, he is willing to spend three origin stones for a fortune. Obviously, this windfall is worth a lot.

"Thank you!"

The stall owner collected the Origin Stone without haste and took out some melon seeds:

"Toss it, please."

"it is good!"

Wang Gou also knew the fortune-telling method of the other party, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the melon seeds and threw them away:

"Do the math!"

"Yes." The stall owner should be, bowing his head and sweeping the melon seeds, his complexion changed:

"This…"

"What's wrong?" Wang Gou chuckled:

"Could it be bad luck?"

During this period of time, he was very lucky. There were vacancies in the upper positions one after another, and it was determined that he would take over one of them.

Promoted.

means getting rich.

"..." The stall owner seriously placed the melon seeds, frowning:

"Brother Wang."

He pondered for a while, and said slowly:

"It's a pity, but... you may not survive today."

"Um?"

"what?"

Not only Wanggou, but also the expressions of the old men selling sugar water changed.

The old man spoke hastily:

"Old guy, don't talk nonsense, brother Wang is a celebrity in the yamen, these days the limelight is in full swing, don't you want to beat me!"

"Humph!"

Wanggou got up slowly, his face was gloomy, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he kicked the long flag standing beside the hexagram stand to the ground:

"Unlucky!"

"The good mood of the day is all **** gone."

"Wow..."

The long flag swept down, causing the people around to back away one after another, showing panic.

"old man!"

Wang Gou narrowed his eyes and stared at the stall owner:

"You'd better pray that your divination is accurate, otherwise, if I'm still alive tomorrow, then... someone else will die!"

"Peng!"

There was no movement from him, the stall owner had already lifted off the ground, flew upside down for a few meters, and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

After landing, he stroked his chest and coughed up blood, his body trembling again and again.

"What a **** bad luck!"

Wang Gou snorted again and walked away.

"you…"

The old man selling sugar water changed his face and said in a low voice:

"Can't you say a few nice words? Wang Gou is the steward of the yamen. A word from him can make you lose your business here."

"Really..."

"You asked for it!"

"Hey." The stall owner smiled wryly, propped himself up and got up:

"But judging from divination, he really won't survive today. I hope I'm wrong. After all, this is a human life."

"You..." The old man was speechless, and couldn't help but rolled his eyes:

"Wait for bad luck."

After thinking about it, he said again:

"It looks like you won't be able to come tomorrow, and we've been together for a long time, why don't you count it for me."

"Of course, it doesn't cost money."

The stall owner looked up, glanced at the other party, and was suddenly taken aback:

"you…"

"What's wrong?" The old man touched his cheek.

"Your face looks like a ghost, which is a sign of impending disaster." The expression of the stall owner changed:

"I'm afraid, I won't be able to live today."

"Bah!"

The old man's complexion sank, his original good mood disappeared, and his heart was filled with anger, and he almost cursed on the spot:

"Fuck you, I pity you."

"Count a curse person to die, I think you are courting death yourself!"

"One dead and one dead?" The stall owner didn't pay attention to his cursing, but his heart was moved, and he looked around with bright eyes.

Immediately, his complexion changed drastically.

"How... how?"

He didn't care about cleaning up the booth, and staggered towards one person, ignoring the other person's obstruction, and looked at the other person's face:

"The appearance of dying!"

"I can't survive today!"

Before the other party got angry, he ran to a child, grabbed the other's palm and looked at the palm prints, his body trembling:

"A premature death!"

"Who are you cursing? Go away, old man!"

Amidst the punches and pedals of a group of people, the stall owner rolled back and forth on the ground, but ignored the pain on his body, and desperately grabbed the palms of others to watch.

Without exception, they are all dead faces.

how come?

Why?

Running out of the long street with a messy body and a dusty face, the stall owner stood trembling and looked down from a high place, his expression was instantly dull on the spot.

Under Faye's eyes, a black air representing death covered everyone within sight!

and even.

This world.

"Senior."

At this time, a young man came running with a pale face:

"I tell fortunes to people today, and all of them are short-lived. What's going on?"

The stall owner looked dull, and slowly turned sideways:

"I'm here…"

"Too!"

"you,"

He looked at the young man, his cheeks trembling:

"I can't survive today!"

"Shua!"

The young man flickered.

"Everyone, will die!"

"Everyone will die!"

Streamers of light span the sky.

The flow of light was astonishing. One second it might have been in the sky, but the next second it had already crossed the top of the head and blasted down toward a mountain in the distance.

Before the halo arrived, layers of air waves visible to the naked eye rippled like ripples on the surface of water.

The seemingly gentle ripples turned into violent winds and huge waves when approached. At the core, trees rose from the ground, and the soil flew into the air.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion exploded on the top of the holy mountain.

A mushroom cloud with the size of a hundred acres soared into the sky, and countless streams of smoke that looked like a crown slowly fell from the periphery of the mushroom cloud.

"Boom..."

The strong wind came head-on, and the water surface was steep and raging.

The ground in a radius of tens of miles trembled wildly, and the houses at the foot of the holy mountain were shattered on the spot, and countless people screamed and turned into flesh.

The extreme high temperature caused everything near the holy mountain to start burning.

Even mountains and rocks.

also turned into billowing magma and surged downward.

"Yuman's Yuanji Cannon!"

Song Zhijie squinted and said:

"Each shot of this cannon consumes dozens of source marrow. It can attack any target within a thousand miles, and it has the power to drive mountains and seas."

"Silver, I can't resist!"

Zhou Jia looked ahead, his body felt the roiling heat wave, and he couldn't help being amazed.

This kind of power is no less than a high-yield nuclear bomb, and the explosion at the core is even more powerful, but there is no radiation.

The few of them are fine because they are strong enough.

Actually.

It's just the aftermath of the explosion, which is beyond anyone's ability to resist.

If you look directly at the bright light at that moment, the black iron will definitely be blinded. Within a hundred miles, the high temperature is enough to melt steel.

Black iron, within ten miles of the explosion core will surely die.

Ordinary rank.

It takes hundreds of miles to survive.

The straight-line distance from the holy mountain to Taiping Mansion is more than a hundred miles, but the capital city is within tens of miles. Just this blow, I don't know how many people.

And offensive.

Much more than that.

The void suddenly trembled.

Above the mushroom cloud, a spear emerged silently.

The spear is a hundred feet long, the tip of the spear reaches the holy mountain below, and countless densely packed runes flow in an orderly manner on the surface of the spear.

A certain moment.

"Boom!"

A beam of light piercing through the heaven and earth appeared in the middle of the holy mountain.

The light from the long spear instantly pierced the mushroom cloud, shattered the rocks, and even crashed into the ground. The tremors stretched for an unknown distance.

The huge holy mountain seemed unable to bear its weight, and began to tear and collapse, and the deafening roar kept echoing inside.

Like countless bombs, they exploded inside the mountain.

"Murder Gun!"

Mo Shang's voice is leisurely:

"It is said that in the ancient times of Fei Mu's world, there was a demigod who held a sharp gun and killed a **** outside the realm of the gods."

"The gun he used was the God-killing gun."

"The legend of Fei Mu's world used that artifact as a model to create this forbidden curse. It has killed the silver beasts that broke into Hongze domain several times."

"Unexpectedly..."

He sighed:

"This time it was actually used against our own people."

"Zhao Fujia is not one of us." Bai Que's voice was crisp, but his tone was extremely cold:

"He wants to drag everyone to die, he is the enemy of all races!"

"good."

Song Zhijie nodded slowly.

"Zhao Fujia."

Wrath King Brown with his hands behind his back, overlooking the holy mountain:

"What the **** are you going to do?"

"What the **** is going on with that breath?"

"For so many years, I have always wanted to compete with you, this time... don't let me down!"

"Boom!"

Before he finished speaking, countless needles of light pierced through the void and pierced into the holy mountain.

The extreme speed turned the sound barrier excited by the light needle into billowing thunder, and the seemingly small but several feet long light needle easily penetrated the rock.

Following the induction of the air mechanism, stab towards a certain place.

at the same time.

The spirit of fighting and fighting came from afar, and countless huge weapons merged into waves, like a thousand troops charging, blasting down towards the holy mountain.

Army's Secret Art of Killing!

Compared with the secret methods and forbidden spells of other races, the army's method of killing is not the strongest, but it is the most durable and more agile.

"Boom!"

Earth-shattering attacks landed on the holy mountain.

Rao is the core of the research and practice of the workers here. After the ban expired and the bombing by various forces, it has also shown that it is not enough.

The top of the mountain.

Zhao Fujia, who was like a skeleton and wore a gray robe, closed his eyes tightly, using the perception of the third-level gods to promote the last resort of the workers.

Inside the mountain.

A huge body trembled slowly, and the outer metal shell quietly faded away, revealing the decayed flesh inside.

The strong corpse aura and death aura spread, even covering the entire holy mountain.

even.

For hundreds of years, the terrifying energy needed to maintain the ban on the holy mountain and the magic circle all came from this already decayed body.

This is a zombie.

It used to be called:

Open!

The most powerful of the workers, it is rumored that it is advanced gold, which eventually attracted the punishment of God, causing Hong Zeyu to be devoid of life for decades.

Now.

All the forbidden curses and secret methods of all races, led by Zhao Fujia, did not stay, and all of them fell on this corpse.

"Boom!"

"Kachacha..."

"Poof!"

Pieces of carrion fell to the ground and were burned cleanly under high temperature.

Countless streamers shuttled back and forth on the zombie's body, wearing away the body and destroying the 'life'.

"They don't understand."

At the center of the chaos, Zhao Fujia was shrouded in the forbidden law of the holy mountain. He looked at the zombies below with a calm expression, and muttered to himself:

"The root cause of the scourge is the huge vitality. The vitality of the golden creature just reaches that limit."

"But even if there are no golden creatures, there will still be variables if there are too many creatures in a place."

"Back then..."

"The workers have blocked the experiment of the Golden Realm, and they are still stimulating the development of Shuhua. That's it, disaster is inevitable."

Feeling the weaker and weaker breath of the zombie, Zhao Fujia's eyes changed:

"Golden creatures can't be killed because they represent infinity. Infinite essence, infinite spirit, infinite source power..."

"As long as there is still a trace of the physical body, they can be reborn; as long as the thoughts are still there, they can live, so they will never die."

"but!"

He fixed his eyes and said:

"At the last moment of turning into a zombie, Qi sealed his own body with only his wits, and then used the methods left by the workers to kill the corpse for more than 700 years. This zombie of the golden realm has reached the weakest time. .”

"Nowadays, there will be bombardment by secret methods of various races."

"it…"

"It may not be impossible to kill!"

"Boom!"

The deafening roar echoed in my ears.

The zombie's flesh has been completely destroyed, and the bones began to break with a crackling sound, and the body collapsed.

"Clatter..."

Hair, flesh, muscles, bones, and internal organs all melted away in the extreme chaos.

A core filled with vast energy.

appears in perception.

"The one who kills himself is himself."

Zhao Fujia sighed softly:

"Qi deserves to be the first person in the working class. In order not to be a disaster after death, he even spared no effort to leave fatal flaws on himself for others to kill."

"kill!"

Swallowing in his mouth, he turned into a streamer and headed towards the energy core.

Body in mid-air.

A Yingying sword appeared out of thin air, and the sword light wrapped Zhao Fujia in it, the human and sword merged into one, the speed increased sharply, and fell into chaos instantly.

Kill the golden creature, he will get unparalleled benefits!

As for attracting divine punishment...

so what?

"ended."

Song Zhijie took a deep breath:

"It's time for us to go in!"

The sacred mountain in the distance has been scattered into countless stones, and under the continuous bombardment of various forces, it has been completely ruined for tens of miles.

Zhou Jia and the others looked at each other, nodded one after another, all kinds of people rose into the air, and rushed towards the holy mountain.

same moment.

The masters prepared by the major forces also made moves.

(end of this chapter)

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