New White Snake Asking Immortals

"New White Snake Asks Immortal (

The bamboo forest is quiet, and the birdsong is crisp.

Bai Yujun likes the cool feeling in the bamboo forest, it is not hot, the climate is suitable, and it is very livable for snakes.

The dilapidated gate at the entrance of Zhuquan Temple was crooked, and the snake demon boy took a thick bamboo and carefully and gently held it up, repeatedly confirming that it was against the frame and not the rotten wooden board. Quan Temple.

The green and green bamboo forests are quiet and peaceful, and there is a temple with blue bricks and gray tiles in the middle of the mountain.

Bai Yujun, who had rested at Zhuquan Temple for more than a month, was about to return to the Taoist sect. He had been invited by Master on February 2, and it was time to go back and have a look after so long.

Bai Yujun stepped over the dented threshold.

Qingling, old Huixian and other friends went out to see each other, but the long face did not come, and they were carrying water and growing vegetables in the backyard.

The skewed plaque has been cracked, under the door pavilion.

"It's alright, it's not that I'll never see you again. Listen to Benlong's advice, the cracks in **** are not in a hurry to destroy, the important thing is to live safely."

A certain white is an expert in terms of living.

Many immortal forces do not want to be tough with hell, and turn a blind eye on the excuse of defending against the demons. Although Zhuquan Temple is strong, the number of people is too small, and it is more than enough to protect itself, but it is not enough to be aggressive.

"Sister, I want to go with you too..."

Qingling is very sad. She misses the days when she was in her hometown, and she also misses Snake Valley.

"Such a big snake needs to be stable. You can see that the iron ball is very stable. If you let those little snakes see it, how can you maintain your majesty in the Snake Demon Empire."

After speaking, I patted Iron Ball on the shoulder to show encouragement. Who would have thought that the wine bug squeaked when I patted Iron Ball's shoulder.

Bai Yujun took another look at the patches on Old Huixian's body and the rag shoes with open toes.

"To be honest, Benlong has been in the world for more than 3,000 years, and you are the worst old monk I have ever seen."

Old Huixian rarely blushed.

The big toe shrank back hard.

"Shanzai, breathable, very cool."

Beside him, Xiao Shi also stuck out his big toe like old Hui Xian.

Bai Yujun rolled his eyes.

"Okay, stop acting, Benlong won't give away a single copper coin for free, not even half of it."

When Bai Yujun was living in a small house, Bai Yujun found that the lamp oil in the temple was about to run out. Old Huixian didn't even have a pocket to hold things. He had to go down the mountain to buy rapeseed oil. .

At the beginning, the church set up a stall in Zhuquan Temple, but as a result, there was no place to do business.

The old monk would make some bamboo baskets and bamboo weaving, but they couldn't sell them either.

Once you come and go, you will be poor, like bamboo shoots, the long-faced person who is carrying water and growing vegetables in the backyard thinks that this is a kind of practice, but the long-faced eats the most bamboo shoots, but I don’t know that it is simply because he is too poor...

Old Huixian's face was even more embarrassing, but instead made some white embarrassed.

Roll your eyes.

"That's all, this is the junk I've accumulated, it's a pity to leave it in tasteless and discard it, and send it to you."

With a bang, all kinds of loot were thrown in a pile, helmets that were split in half, armor with small palm prints, half a flute, only one fluffy glove left, and leftover fruit pits...

It doesn't matter if things are worn out, the best materials are all treasures.

"Go away, everyone take care."

"Take care~"

Straight up to the sky.

It turned into a streamer and shuttled through the clouds, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

...

Near some **** crack.

In mid-air fog.

"Ram! Can you really do this thing?"

"Don't talk nonsense! You can call me Brother Gongyang or Xiongtai! Gongyang Gongyang! This is my surname! I seem to be a demon! I'm still a ram demon!"

"Speak louder! I can't hear~!"

"Go away~!"

Someone in the pure white cloud was shouting and talking, the wind was too strong, and it was hard to hear.

Suddenly, a strange bird jumped out of the white cloud and mist. It was not a beast, but a wooden bird made of wood. The bird had two heads exposed on its back and looked around, wearing a crystal blindfold. The wind blew its long hair in a mess.

The organ wooden bird is not stable, and it is very unstable to sway.

There were two young boys lying in the pit of the bird's back. Among them, the young man named Ram worked hard to manipulate the mechanism.

The other leaned over to see the burning **** crack on the ground in the distance.

"Brother Yuan! What are you looking at!"

"Look at the **** fissures in hell! I found something weird!"

The young man surnamed Yuan did not look back.

The young man with the surname of Gongyang was very speechless. This was the twelfth crack in the inspection.

It is very laborious to control the bird. After all, it is only a semi-finished product. Following the two people flying east and west, it is seriously worn, and occasionally pauses for a while to frighten the two to death.

"Of course it's weird. The cracks release evil ghosts to destroy everything. After a while, we will both become evil ghosts when we fall."

It's useless to complain, you have to work hard.

The young man surnamed Yuan patted the board and pointed forward.

"Ram! Get closer!"

"Approach a ghost!"

"Yeah, we're just approaching the ghost, you're right!"

"..."

The organ bird swayed and fluttered its wings, pierced through the clouds and broke through the fog, and approached the place where the filth and thick smoke filled the air. The gods descended from the sky to destroy the filth, and the wooden bird slanted through the lightning bolts.

The calf of the young man with the surname of the gong shivered, and his hair stood on end because of the static electricity of the cloud.

"Yuan...Brother Yuan...let's go..."

"Don't worry! I'll confirm it soon! This is a super conspiracy!"

The wind was so loud that I had to scream.

Hearing this, the young man with the surname of Gongyang was about to cry, just as a flash of lightning flashed by the side, and the smoke was billowing below.

The young man surnamed Yuan held a wooden board and charcoal in his hand, and quickly wrote and drew.

The wind is so strong that pen, ink and paper are not practical.

With the help of lightning to clear the filth, the earth is exposed for a short moment, carefully observe the cracks, and then look for opportunities to find the position of the sun through the cloud cracks, and a simple map painting is completed.

"Ha! It succeeded! I am the only one in the world who is so smart!"

He turned around to cheer and celebrate, only to see his companion sitting on the seat with an ugly look.

"Brother Ram?"

The young boy with the surname of Gongyang was pale, looked at Yuan with his terrified eyes, and his lower teeth were pounding...

The boy surnamed Yuan gradually lost his smile. He knew one thing, his companions would never be so afraid of him, so ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ could only be something scary behind him.

With a stiff neck, he turned around, and saw a three-foot-tall ugly ghost with blood-red muscles exposed, half of his head was empty, no eyes but a terrifying mouth, only a powerful **** ghost would dare to appear in the stalemate between filth and thunder!

The devil grinned.

The two young people felt that the evil spirit seemed to be laughing.

"Jie Jie~ Interesting little things that can actually fly into the sky, interesting."

The evil spirit was curious to observe the flying birds, and the two boys were really scared to death. The young man with the surname of Gongyang really wanted to punch his companion.

The two of them were crying and smiling.

"Yeah yeah, it's fun and fun..."

Suddenly, the evil spirit bowed his head, and the young man surnamed Yuan felt that he was looking at the wooden board in his hand. On the wooden board, there was a topographic map of the locations of the cracks in hell, as well as his own calculations and comments.

"It's over..."

He was paralyzed and lost his strength.

It found.

Without the top of the head, only the mouth of the evil spirit roared fiercely!

"Ant! Dare to peep at my master plan! We are the masters of this world! This king will devour you!"

On the back of the wooden bird, the two young people leaned against each other and shivered, and the boy with the surname of Gongyang shivered and raised a hammer, very strong.

The evil spirit laughed wildly and arrogantly.

"A mere ants..."

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped abruptly, turned into scarlet flesh and stinky blood, and died miserably.

The two of them only remembered that there seemed to be a streamer flying past, with a bang, and then that was it, the streamer went straight away and disappeared into the sky.

Looking at each other, what's going on?

In the distance, a certain white was a little dazed.

"Just... What did you break? I'm really annoyed, there are all kinds of messes in the sky, and there is almost an accident in the traffic chaos!"

Head to front and feet to fly at high speed behind, cutting through the air with a rumble.