New White Snake Asking Immortals

After all, the monsters were put together by humans.

Bai Yujun doesn't know who designed the miserable devil. He can only say that human counterfeiting is a talent that has existed since ancient times. old.

I have never heard that monks are good at doing this, 80% of the professional craftsmen are found in the streets and alleys.

"I'm afraid that the person who planned it couldn't imagine that Ben Jiao would be the head. Forget it, anyway, I want to kill these demons."

A certain white shrugged his thin shoulders.

The person who set up the bureau must be a big man. Monster beasts are rampant in the depths of the 100,000 mountains. There are countless monster generals and monster kings. There are also many monster kings sitting in various places. Even if the monsters come in, they will die, and only the devil may have a chance of success.

It is not easy to design the equivalent of the Mahayana Devil, and that person succeeded.

Using the huge group of monsters in the mountains of 100,000 as knives, two demons will die and one will be injured. If it is a human cultivator and the devil to fight recklessly, it is very likely to pay a heavy price to succeed. The monsters are different. It doesn't hurt to die either.

Maybe the only thing I didn't expect was that none of the monsters died, all because of a flood dragon halfway through.

"The devil knows that he will vomit three liters of blood, oh, maybe there is no more blood to vomit."

In a dense forest far away from the ruins, the shaggy devil head was covered in blood like a scalding prawn. He grabbed the deer, bit his throat and drank his blood to recover his strength. Although he couldn't recover his combat power immediately, he could at least protect himself. I feel like the other accomplice didn't survive...

The magic weapon was broken and damaged, and the accomplices were damaged. At first I thought that there would be danger, but I didn't expect it to be so tragic.

The failure of the plan was costly.

The devil who hugged the deer and drank blood suddenly froze, vaguely feeling that something was not quite right, Lenovo had a bad premonition of the cause and effect, and stood on the spot.

"Ow...!"

Anger, annoyed roars echoed in the mountains and forests...

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north.

The disciples of the Chunyang Palace and the masters of the Western teaching were exhausted.

The sky and the earth are boundless, and it is even more difficult to search for people who are lurking secretly. From the clues, there are unidentified people who have entered the wasteland and headed for the northern forest. The forest is vast, mountains and dense forests. It is extremely difficult to search. The nearby fortifications are blocked, but the ice and snow monsters are still instinctively suppressing the awakened zombies, and the battlefield is more chaotic everywhere.

In fact, the Arctic ice field has never stopped, and ice and snow creatures instinctively repel zombies, perhaps from ancient times to the present, they have never stopped fighting big or small.

Territorial disputes can't be explained clearly, in short, it is impossible to give in.

In other words, those ignorant ice and snow monsters in the ice and snow have protected the world for countless years of peace.

The keel is responsible for suppressing countless zombies in a large area. Occasionally, those who wake up are killed by ice and snow monsters. The number of zombies is limited. Maybe after another thousand years, the zombies will be wiped out naturally. Maybe the people who set up the bureau had this idea.

The world of ice and snow is very strange, with many unique ice and snow flowers growing, the flowers swaying gently in the cold wind, and there are ice and snow squirrels jumping between the white cedar branches and leaves...

In the air, the disciples of Chunyang watched the plain white ice and snow creatures and black zombies fight.

Many zombies were attacked by monsters just after breaking the ice. The sharp ice picks and thin blades cut and smashed the zombies into pieces, and the strong wind blew through the buried corpses and turned them into plant nutrients.

Snowball monsters, snow monkeys, and various snow monsters destroyed the scattered zombies that climbed out of the ice and snow. They seemed very happy, jumping and screaming.

"too messy……"

The world of ice and snow is in chaos.

Compared to the disciples of the two sects who put aside their disputes for a while, rushing to and fro, a certain Jiao in Nanhuang has been very leisurely recently.

Living in the huge palace complex for ten days and a half months, the fox demon and the white ape could not bear the oppression caused by staying for a long time and left early. East and West research and perception, take the opportunity to stabilize and consolidate the cultivation base to find a breakthrough opportunity.

In fact, Bai Yujun was searching for a door similar to the one in the Longmen desert ruins...

Searched for days and really found one.

There is a beautiful building in the harem behind the main hall. Perhaps the energy field is too strong and there are no monsters approaching. The house is empty and there is nothing. In addition, the energy field is repelling and no one wants to enter. Bai Yujun is an exception. .

When I entered the house, I saw an ancient painting on the wall, which was very realistic. It looked like a drawing of a female boudoir room, which was very similar to the boudoir of a daughter of an ordinary big family.

Suddenly, I felt that there was something magical about this painting, with inexplicable energy lingering on it, similar to the door in the Longmen Ruins.

A white touched the dragon's horn.

"I must be living in the story..."

Instinctively, he stepped forward and slammed into the huge painting. Then, a certain white disappeared as if falling into the water. The ancient painting quickly returned to calm after rippling, and the room was silent and disappeared.

This is... a yellowish ink painting world?

Bai Yujun found that except for himself, the whole world looked old and yellow, like walking into the world of shadow puppets, with all kinds of furniture around the roof above his head, everything was very unreal, like falling into a world in a painting. Danger.

The boudoir is terrifyingly quiet, and the painted furniture is blurry.

Eyes fixed on the dresser, which contained the red vanity box.

The dressing box is different from the yellowish space, and it is more like a real item. Bai Yujun stepped forward and touched it. It was indeed real. The dressing box could be opened by gently pulling it. Brighten, I feel that the whole Jiaosheng is full of sunshine like a spring breeze...

"Get rich!"

It is not ordinary, but it has a more expensive feeling if it is not gold or silver, and it is easy to distinguish between ordinary and luxury goods.

The dressing box was full of all kinds of jewelry, and Bai did not hesitate to accept it. For the time being, he has no plans to wear it on his head, just to make a fortune.

When I found good things, the whole Jiaojiao was transparent, and I continued to look at it.

"Huh? This is... a paper umbrella?"

There is a white paper umbrella on the coffee table next to the chair. There is a piece of paper under the umbrella. From the perspective of a professional umbrella maker for hundreds of years, it is definitely a delicate product~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The handle of the umbrella is not bamboo, non-wood and non-iron, and the whole body is full. Snow-white, with a white hanging fringe under the umbrella handle.

The surface of the umbrella is also snow-white, and the tip of the umbrella is unique, slightly pointed, and wrapped with small flowers and exquisite workmanship.

When I grab the handle of the umbrella, it is very heavy, and the paper umbrella is very hard by the feel.

open up...

Danfeng's beautiful eyes are very happy.

"It's so good~"

On the snow-white paper umbrella, there is an ink and wash dragon, which seems to be alive, circling and circling the center in a hurry or slow.

Remembering that there is still a piece of paper, I picked up the paper and found that there was only one word on it, gift.

Bai Yujun didn't know if the owner of this place stayed in advance or what, at least if he took it away, he would feel a lot better. A simple gift would relieve some discomfort, and he was very happy to be given a weapon.

The white umbrella is a weapon.

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