The early appearance of Diliu pulp, and so large scale, can be said to lead to the world between the mountains and the wild, all the strange, demon charm in the rural town. !

No one wants to give up such a thing.

This is the treasure that increases the path, and it is the thing that the strange door dreams of.

Even the millennial demons can’t stand it.

“The filament?”

At this moment, a mountain outside Yangzhou City is a mountain that is the barracks of Li Liangjin, the king of Jiushan.

Since he attacked Jinling City after losing the battle, the sound fell sharply, scared dare not attack the city again, only dare to hide between the mountains and the king to dominate.

At this moment, Hu Black looked up at the moon and saw thousands of golden silks hanging down, and the emperor's pulp fell into the world, and his face was a little excited and a little bleak.

"How good it would have been if the old man's fox-sons had not died."The black bowed his head and sighed.

He did not have the intention to take the Dili pulp, his practice road has come to the end, in order to avenge his has committed too many killings, only to wait for the Jiushan King Li Liangjin to be destroyed, his killing and robbery, is to add hundreds of years of Taoism and what can be done?

Thinking of this, Hu Black returned to the army account.

A small town in a remote part of the land of Yangzhou.

The old black man and tiger from Jinling City occupied here, and when he slept alone at night, he noticed the change between heaven and earth and opened his eyes and looked out of the window.

“The Dionysian?But the heavy smell of blood, the blood of the East Yue Gods, is the emperor's slurry?Hey, the old immortal thing and this day, the power of the beheading knife is not good, want to use the old man's hand to kill Li Xiuyuan, today know the cost of counting the old man, the Taishan god of the hall is also beaten.

I want to go back to the heavenly palace to hold the divine power, I am afraid that there is a long way to go."

The old black man of Montenegro laughed with a sneer, and he was not very interested in such a diatribe.

His demon body was cut off by Li Xiu, although it is an old demon, but it is already a ghost first-class, and the emperor's pulp is of no use to him.

And he also did not want to get involved in the fight between the East Gods and Li Xiuyuan.

He had time to lie dormant, only to wait for Li Xiuyuan to suddenly shoot when he was at his weakest and devoured Li Xiuyuan.

Eat him alone, more than a thousand emperors of pulp.

To be a demon, to be patient, to recall the scene of hunting in the mountains when the tiger was made, the snow closed the mountains, the animals disappeared, I thought that I would starve to death in Montenegro, and finally came out of the mountains, lying down in a mountain village pretending to die, the first day when some villagers saw themselves,

But did not dare to approach, the second day when someone dared to approach but dare not touch themselves, the third day, a villager touched himself, he still pretended to die, until the villagers wanted to lift themselves up and drag back when they held themselves to the last strength to bite the villagers' neck, ate.

He survived that winter.

Therefore, to eat people must be patient, to eat this human saint must be more patient.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the stone tiger were closed, and he took a nap and continued to sleep.

It is a small pond near the Yangtze River.

Some time ago, when the war outside Jinling City was in the middle of the war, the thunder broke into this pond and blew up a huge water bloom, but all the villagers who saw it were all chirping.

In the pond, a thousand-year-old crocodile lurks in the quagmire, its body torn, the wound is thorny, almost dead.

“Oh, oh!”

Suddenly the light rushed out, but saw a man who was an 11-year-old child appeared in the middle of the air, and his face excitedly thought of a falling imperial pulp running away.

This child is not someone else, it is the old crocodile of Yangtze River, and he has self-predicted the Yangtze River King.

It is the water god of the Yangtze River.

However, a few days ago, because of the fight with Lei Gong, a thunderbolt was cut off from the sky and fell into this small pond, and had to sit here to raise his injuries.

Now the Diliu pulp appeared, but let the Yangtze River Wang Daxi excited, got this treasure, what injury can not be healed?

Yangtze River King at this moment out of the spirit, flew to the side of a Diliu pulp, he reached out his hand and was about to take it, but the Diliu pulp in front of him was suddenly flashing, and he immediately disappeared in front of his eyes.

“Where’s my filth?”He looked around, but he could not find any trace.

"No, I'll find one, I'll take one."

Yangtze River King turned and flew to another Dilipu, but when he flew to the ordinary, he suddenly found that the Diliu pulp had also disappeared out of thin air.

More than that, the golden light that fell from the heavenly palace began to disappear rapidly.

Wang Yangtze River was suddenly angry: "In the end, who is ashamed to intercept all the Diliu pulp, if I find it, I will let him taste my death roll."

“Where did the ghost come from?This is the territory under the jurisdiction of the saints, I wait for the saint's orders to intercept the emu pulp, if you want to eat the filth pulp, you can go to the city of Jinling to ask the saint, do not say some denigration here."One of the clouds in the sky is blowing, but I see a ghost.

Passing by, he clutched a few Dilu slurries in his hand, which seemed to be intercepted from a distance.

“Li Xiuyuan’s ghost?”The face of the Yangtze River King changed, but he was staring at the god-fuck of the god-hand.

They want to steal, but hesitate.

The earthly saints are already different from the past, under the 18 thunderbolts, the four ghosts and gods, the soldiers and horses, I heard that they have hit the eastern god of the heavenly palace, the sound is huge, and the spirit of the ghosts in the world is not shocked.

After a long time of hesitation, Yangzi Jiang Wang finally chose not to do it.

He sighed: "Like me, this mountain is strange, if you want to continue to be idle, you can only avoid the mountains and rivers, not appear on the earth, want to take the emperor pulp, continue to occupy the Yangtze River, this is the world can not tolerate, today I if I took the Diliu pulp, killed Li Xiuyuan under the command of Li Xiuyuan.

Ghosts and spirits will bring the evil of death, and the wrath of the saints is I cannot bear.”

Yangtze River King is now very clear that he has not returned to the era of leading a big river and self-declared as a water god.

There are only two roads before him, either in the deep mountain, without red dust, or by the constraints of the saints, and by the saints.

It is impossible to think that there is no taboo, no one restricts jurisdiction.

Looking at the basil pulp that gradually disappeared that day, the king of Yangzijiang had no excitement, only hesitation and hesitation.

Finally, at dawn, when the Dilipu completely disappeared, the thousand-year-old crocodile of the pond opened its eyes to climb out of the quagmire, and then climbed to the Yangtze River, swimming along the river to the direction of Jinling City.