Haomai Xiansheng

Chapter 103

The Donghuang Bell, an ancient artifact, ranks first among the top ten artifacts.

Donghuang Bell, Xuanyuan Sword, Pangu Axe, Demon Refining Pot, Haotian Pagoda, Fuxi Qin, Shennong Ding, Kongtong Seal, Kunlun Mirror, Nuwa Stone.

According to the records of Shan Hai Jing, it is not the heaven and the earth that generate the Donghuang Bell, but the Donghuang Bell generates the heaven and the earth.Then Pangu opened the world and broke the chaos.

Fang Yitu drooled over this record for three days and three nights, but she never said it out, because with her ability, she would definitely not be able to obtain any of the top ten artifacts.But after that, she would seriously stare at the Haotian Tower next to the Lingxiao Palace for a while every time she met in the Great Court, feeling that her whole body was full of immortal energy.

The Donghuang Bell can not only generate the world, but also destroy the world when it is driven with all its strength. Even if it is used by ordinary monsters, it will also have the effect of shattering the soul.

Since a great war 5000 years ago, most of the Eastern Emperor Bell in the hands of the Demon King has been destroyed due to the intolerance of the heavens, leaving only nine fragments. .Immediately, the demon king was exhausted of the demon clan's luck by the hibiscus wood, and his life and death were handed over. From then on, the demon clan declined.The Fusang sacred tree, which can communicate with heaven and exchange luck for wishes, was mostly destroyed, torn into countless pieces, and scattered in the world, known as Fusang wood.

In Fang Yitu's hands is the last piece of hibiscus wood passed down by his mother - I don't need to say more about the things that hibiscus wood has created.

Fang Yitu, like all immortals, knows the ins and outs of the Donghuang Bell very well, and sincerely hopes that he can find the fragments of the Donghuang Bell one day.After she knew the effect of hibiscus wood, she wondered why the Donghuang Bell hadn't fallen into her hands yet, didn't she mean that she could get what she wanted?But now she doesn't want to see Donghuang Bell so much...

Fang Yitu was shaken by something invisible and soundless, his internal organs were in pain like rolling, his eyes protruded outwards, his bones creaked and ached, and his seven orifices were almost bleeding.He blocked his hearing, but it didn't work.She pulled out the hairpin from her bun in a flash, pierced her right eardrum, shook her head, and felt...

His mother is still so dizzy!Now I can't kill the Golden Crow, and I can't escape, what should I do!

The Jinwu's soul tried its best to move the Donghuang Bell.He originally only had nine fragments, and every time he used them, he had to use his own soul to be compatible to activate them, and he always hurt the enemy by one thousand and himself by eight hundred.Later, he used a lot of rare refined iron, and used each fragment to refine a big bell, which was much more convenient to use.

The power is also reduced a lot.

Originally, the power of the nine fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell could wipe out the body and soul of Fang Yitu's practice, but now she is still alive and kicking.

Jin Wu's soul secretly resented, since he was killed by Fang Yitu and his body was damaged, he used the secret method left by the Demon Emperor to escort his soul back.Secretly waiting for Fang Yitu to come here to die, he knew very well: If Fang Yitu is so poor, this poor ghost will definitely not let go of my treasures.If she thinks that I am dead, and I am defenseless in this restriction and can be slaughtered by you, then she is wrong.Ha, I'm not dead!You must be the one who died!

Fang Yitu managed to send out a few bursts of saber energy, but before he got close to the nine bells, he was shattered by an invisible vibration in the air.

She didn't care about the healed eardrum, she hugged her head and curled up in a ball thinking hard, when she suddenly remembered an old event.Back then, in the martial arts world, there was a man in the evil way who, although not very good at martial arts, could use the sound of drums to draw people's internal energy, causing people's internal energy to go astray, causing severe pain all over his body, and forced many knights into slaves. At that time, Fang Yitu was just fifteen years old. At the age of six, he was just a little beggar in embarrassment who escaped from the sea arrest documents.She happened to pass by and saw many experts besieging the evil person, but he returned home. She was curious, and wanted to see what kind of expert was needed to see such a kung fu that made people get hurt the closer they got, other than assassination. kill him?

Fang Yitu was unable to beg in the small town at the foot of the mountain, so he had to chop firewood for the restaurant in exchange for money. After working for half a month, Lu Wuxie, the martial arts talent at that time, who was nearly eighty years old, came forward to preside over the overall situation.Lu Wuxie took hundreds of young and strong men without internal strength, and taught them to sing folk songs. Because everyone had no internal strength, they would not be distracted by the sound of drums, and hundreds of people sang in unison. Quan suppressed the sound of the drum, and captured it in one fell swoop.

So she tried it, and withdrew a little bit of the mana to protect her body, and then there was a huge earthquake from the internal organs, and she couldn't help spitting blood.Quickly spread all the mana around his body, so as not to get more serious injuries.Then she touched the Maojin knife regretfully, and flicked it hard on the back of the knife.

The sound spread not far away, and was shattered by the invisible vibration in the air, but the vibration on Fang Yitu's body was much less. .

It is said that she sings with a sword, but she only has a knife, and...can't sing.

She mixed her magic power into her voice, and chanted loudly: "At the age of fifteen or twenty, he won the horse riding on foot.

Shoot the white-fronted tiger in Zhongshan, and kill the yellow beard!

He fought for three thousand miles with one body, and once became a million-dollar master with one sword. "

Fang Yitu's voice was hoarse, his tone sonorous and powerful, deep and dignified.The sound of Maojin Dao is low and long when it is flicked lightly, just like the strings of a guqin. It has seen the vicissitudes of life and heard the passage of time, but it is still so gentle and elegant, not in a hurry, as heavy as Mount Tai.

She played and chanted, and found that the vibration of the Donghuang Bell was much weaker, and she was overjoyed: when the Donghuang Bell is in the hands of others, the less powerful it is, the better!

And then it's embarrassing.

She stopped her voice, but Jinwu took the opportunity to urge the Donghuang Bell, and invisible vibrations came viciously, vowing to take her life!

Dao Po knows that time is running out, how can he stop!Angrily said: "Why don't you continue?"

Fang Yitu told him silently: "This is the only half of a poem I know. I can't remember the rest."

Dao Po hated iron for being weak and scolded: "How could I fall into the hands of someone like you, I won't talk about my discord, you never forgot when you and Di Yan'er sang softly!"

Faced with the ever-increasing vibration, Fang Yitu yelled out of embarrassment: "Wow! I just don't remember serious poems, and there are a lot of obscene words and pornographic songs!"

After finishing speaking, he yelled and sang at the top of his voice: "There is a man, the rhyme of the begonia, and the lightness of the flying swallow. The wine is flushed, and the moth smiles and springs. I am infinitely sad for Yi, let alone Wushan Chuyun! Fighting tents and selling incense , the screen window is cold and the moon is cold, so I want to be gentle."

"The hibiscus with embroidered face smiles, and the ducks fly sideways to line the fragrant cheeks. The eye movements are guessed. On the one hand, the style is full of charm, and half of the paper is tender and hateful. The moon shifts and the shadow of the flowers promises to come back."

"Step □, the corridor is narrow. Prevent people from looking at it, and often frighten it. Thorns grab the skirt hairpin and flash upside down on the tea stand. Seduce the twigs to babble, seek the way back, find the gap, and be drawn into the window screen by the nest swallows of the old house."

Dao Po secretly scolded her for being dishonest and shameless, and then tried his best to agitate Maojin Dao, making the sound of the saber being played farther and farther away, gradually repelling Donghuang Bell.

This is a matter of course, the Maojin knife is intact, and the Donghuang Bell is not only dilapidated but also repaired indiscriminately.Fang Yitu was slightly injured but not serious, Jinwu's soul was already indistinct, and would soon pass away.If you can still lose, that would be a strange thing.

As soon as Fang Yitu sang those obscene tunes, she sang them happily. Some of them were learned from the old beggars when she was pretending to be a beggar, and some of them were sung by her later listening to house prostitutes.Fang Yitu learned this much faster than learning the Four Books and Five Classics.

"Mandarin ducks in brocade tents, phoenixes in embroidered quilts. A thousand kinds of romantic attitudes: looking at the double beauty of the fragrance and skin, the dark taste of the jade flute, and the sneaky taste of the parrot tongue. I have to take pity on the silver arrow, the star sinks into the net, and the moon turns to the corridor."

Jin Wu's soul shook violently: "Fang Yitu, you really have no sense of shame!"

Fang Yitu made a gesture to laugh, and suddenly threw the golden knife in his hand, piercing his soul.Dao Po released the saber energy and shattered Jinwu's soul. Fang Yitu didn't even bother to take the Maojin saber floating in the air with his own saber aura. Qiankun bag.

Only then did he groan almost out of exhaustion, wishing he could find a place to lie down for a while.

But at this moment, the sky and the earth had gradually collapsed, and everything around him suddenly turned into nothingness. Fang Yitu saw the crowd rushing over, with strange expressions on their faces.

Fang Yitu saw that all his brothers had gained a lot, he was relieved and showed a weary smile.

But suddenly I heard someone shouting: "My lord, you sing really well!"

Everyone booed: "Yes, yes, Boss Fang has so many meetings!"

"It sounds so good, it makes our souls fly away, almost falling from the clouds."

"It's different for someone with a beautiful lady like my lord, even if we sing the tune..."

Fang Yitu roared angrily with a green face: "Shut up the fuck!"

Mr. Pi put his arms around the fat old man, and smiled: "Brother, you know the things here best. Let me introduce you. What's going on, my lord?"

The fat old man smiled very politely, his complexion was fair and tender, his temples were black, and his temperament was mixed with amiability: "From the perspective of this old man, the fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell are very powerful. My lord can kill you in a short time. To subdue it with rhythm is really well-informed and knowledgeable."

Fang Yitu's face softened a little, and he was still a little unhappy. He took out a few elixirs from his sleeve and threw them into his mouth to make up for the huge loss of mana.As for the deaf ear and all the wounds on the body, I didn't care about it.

Fang Niu said solemnly: "When the old man said this, we are all enlightened." He found that the demon crown prince's armor burst and resisted the opponent's attack, but his own people were not injured except for a little burnt , I was very embarrassed to apologize to the fat old man who was kicked to the ground by myself.

The fat old man got up and patted the shoe prints on his face indifferently, and smiled at him.So now Fang Niu's attitude is extraordinarily polite.

It was still the voice that took the lead in booing just now: "Why does the lord sing all these words?"

The fat old man continued to babble: "Oh my god, don't you know that all things in the world are mutual generation and mutual restraint. The Eastern Emperor Bell is from just to yang, and it needs to go to the rhythm of yin and evil to decipher it."

"Oh oh~ little ones, remember it!" Everyone colluded with each other tacitly, and decided to use this statement to see Fang Yitu's jokes in the future.

The crowd and the 800 people gathered by the fat old man gathered together. Before they had time to speak, they saw a bright light appearing above the canyon at the beginning.Looking to the left, there are 1000 soldiers led by Xiong Fei, and looking to the right, there are [-] soldiers and horses led by the Seventh Princess.There are many immortals with rouge faces beside them.

The Seventh Princess said in a strange way: "Fang Qing, you have such a good voice~"

Fang Yitu's face was always blue, but when she saw Feng Po and others who were watching with bright red complexions and heard something, her face was almost dark, suddenly raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Is the princess still satisfied? "

The seventh princess turned around and left.Put down the words: "The majesty is swept away, there is a festival of disobedience, you wait to see how the empress will deal with you!" She left angrily with her [-] private army.

Fang Yi stomped his feet in a rustic manner, and said to his brothers: "Give me the treasures you have stolen, and don't show embarrassment if they are too rubbish. I will go to heaven to return to my life. Daotai has a fairy book to go with me, and everyone else will return Home, everything is settled. Well, the old gentleman will go with me, and he must go to see His Majesty."

Daotai happily did not take out the dozens of tattered, four-person embraced, tens of meters long ancient paulownia trees and the first fir since the beginning of the world that he had collected.He thought that these paulownia trees were actually rubbish to Tianting, and only the poor who mixed with Fang Yitu would take them away.

This is his wishful thinking. God Haotian is already planning to ask for a ten thousand-year phoenix tree to make a piano for his seven daughters, and God Gouchen, to which Daotai belongs, is also planning to ask for one to make a piano.The good paulownia left over from ancient times have long been used up, where can I find those old trees except in the back garden of your Majesty?The ancient trees in the back garden that have absorbed spiritual energy and grown for tens of thousands of years already have their own tree spirits, so they are not willing to cut them down to make pianos.

The author has something to say: The poor ghost family led by Fang Yitu...

Do you still remember that she sent her sons to snatch all the monsters around in order to grab enough gold cups for the wedding?I have been thinking about Lu Dongbin's unique magic technique of turning stone into gold...