Take bullets...

This is the dream of the tree demon.

I want it too much~~

The selected tree demons began to test their guns with full vitality under the leadership of A Zi.

The tree demons' marksmanship are really hard to describe.

"Dododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododod

"Dododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododod

"Dododolodol~~"

Fierce gunfire resounded throughout the mustard seed world.

The bullets flew everywhere without targets, drawing out strange ballistic trajectories.

A Zi was very satisfied with the enthusiasm of the tree demons.

But Senior Su Taishang "Wolong" thought it was very strange.

"Pangu, is it really good to let the tree demon make the sound of dodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodol

Her voice was heard by A Zi.

After turning the Vajra Zhuozi under A Zi's feet, he ran to the side of the Supreme Senior and said, "The sound of the gun is the horn of the charge, the drum beat that throws his head and blood. In this case, why do you think the sound of the Dododo is not good?"

Taishang thought about it and carefully grasped the key points, asking: "What does it mean to sacrifice your head and sprinkle blood?"

A Zi put her waist on her waist and said with a stern voice: "Enemma, are the enemy without a head? Will it not bleed if she dies?"

The Supreme suddenly realized.

It turns out that this is to let the enemy sacrifice his life.

If you think about it carefully, nothing seems wrong.

Is this...the wisdom belonging to Feng Chu?

Seeing that she was speechless, A Zi continued to teach the tree demons how to shoot.

When the two women had a small quarrel, Xia Ji was sitting and drinking tea. He placed the ancient immortal's "Puppet Technique" horizontally on his knees.

The knowledge in "Puppet" is really profound.

Although he has learned a lot, he is only a beginner.

At this time, he was focusing on learning a method called "sample extraction, substance analysis".

To learn this, you must first memorize the infinite material names, characteristics, properties and other information...

He enjoyed it and drank steaming tea while imprinting this knowledge into his mind.

After a long time, he raised his head from the complex knowledge and looked at Su Taishang and said, "I will have a breakthrough in a few days. Once it breaks through, I will leave Wudang immediately and wait for the train to Guhuo City. Come together?"

Su Taishang was stunned for a moment, nodded heavily, and then curiously said: "Why do you have to take the train?"

Xia Ji said: "I want to see this path with my own eyes."

"Understood."

Yes.

The army is ready and armed, and Wudang Mountain is also protected by tree demons.

Pangu is already preparing to go to his destination to conduct research on Project 1.

The goal is...Black Dragon.

The Supreme Master said: "So, Pangu, can old man do something on his own initiative?"

Xia Ji said: "Are you referring to the nine people controlled by the Astrological Divine Puppet Technique?"

Taishang nodded.

Xia Ji said: "Using visualization techniques at the lowest limit may require your strength at the most critical moment."

Taishang smiled happily and nodded.

...

...

In front of Wudang's tomb, a figure was already very haggard, and no one knew what she had experienced in the past few days.

The name "Qingquanzi" remains on the tomb.

Perhaps many people cannot understand why this woman has to do this.

Is it too infatuated?

Or something else.

But the old man understands.

If a beam of light in my heart is completely extinguished.

If all the sustenance of emotions suddenly disappears.

So, how can we survive safely?

The old Taoist looked at the lonely back and whispered: "Qingzhuzi, it's almost half a month..."

The Taoist nun didn't reply and was silent for a long time. Finally, she spoke. Because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was hoarse, "Senior Brother, I want to go out for a walk."

“Where to go?”

"Imperial Capital, I...I want to tell Concubine Zhen about Qingquanzi in person."

The old Taoist looked at her and sighed softly.

Concubine Zhen is not as simple as it seems. She has known this a long time ago, so why do you need to talk about it?

However, the old Taoist did not say this, but said warmly: "Take the train, the train is safe."

"Um."

In the gentle response,

Yu Qingzhu did not look back. She stood in the wind in front of the tombstone, with sadness engraved in her eyes.

The old Taoist turned around and left.

The wind is blowing in the mountains.

The wind blows some green leaves.

Yu Qingzhu raised her hand and picked up a piece, slowly leaned to her lips, closed her eyes and blew the song to settle down.

This was taught to her by the man named Father.

Only she and Qingquanzi can blow on this Wudang Mountain.

The melodious tune was blown intermittently for two or three times... but it ended abruptly.

When I looked again, the standing Taoist nun was already crying.

The old Taoist still didn't look back.

He hunched his back and walked step by step towards the stone steps ahead.

Cry, cry...

Who didn't come here like this?

...

...

A few days later.

The north of Fengming Mountain City.

The station is very crowded.

Because of the demon disaster, many people chose to take the train to leave Shannan Road.

The train will go north through Shanbei Road and then turn east, and the terminal is Blue Ocean City.

The Taoist nun in an ordinary white robe looked haggard and worried. She carried her bag and a sword box containing a male and female swords. She got on the train and sat in the No. 20 seat in the No. 5 car according to the seat number.

The seat is by the window, and there is a small table in front of it, and there will be another person sitting opposite the table.

The Taoist nun turned her head and looked out the window, with people coming and going, bustling.

Although it is a chaotic world of demons, for ordinary people, it is still safe to do so as long as they don’t step into the demon area and go out alone to the wilderness.

Especially the train tracks built by the Royal and the Church have an inexplicable safety.

The catastrophe has been outbreak for so long, and there has never been a single train attack.

The Taoist nun took out a bottle of wine from her arms and took a sip.
To be continued...