Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 42 Flowers in the Greenhouse (for collection)

Lang Buhui watched his body as the power of heaven fell on him. He was terrified, shocked, and desperate, but he couldn't stop him. He watched his body turn into ashes, and his whole body disappeared into the sky. In heaven and earth...
Heaven cannot be deceived!
There was a glimmer of understanding in the hearts of everyone present.

If it wasn't for Lang Buhui who took the initiative to attack the Tai Chi gossip map floating in the air, angering the power of the heavenly power, and finally being punished by the heavenly dao, everyone knew this in their hearts.

With the disappearance of Lang Buhui, that trace of power of heaven also became illusory, like a candle in the wind, fluctuating and possibly dissipating at any time.

"Under the law of heaven, everyone is an ant. This statement is not false at all! Look at Lang Buhui as a typical case."

Zhang Yang secretly sighed, before hearing the words that all under heaven are ants, he just laughed it off and reacted at all, but today it taught him a deep lesson.

"No, the power of heaven is about to dissipate!" Looking at the illusory Taiji gossip diagram in the sky, Zhang Yang's expression changed. Without the power of heaven, he would definitely face crazy revenge. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang Without thinking, he turned and ran.

Although Lang Bugui has already been wiped out by the Dao of Heaven, and there is only one Lang left, that is not something that Zhang Yang, a little fairy, can deal with.

After all, the Tai Chi Bagua map is a coincidence in this space, and it is transformed by energy. Now that the power of heaven and power has been lost, the Tai Chi Bagua map will naturally not be able to maintain it. .

The power of heaven dissipated, and all the people in the entire space regained their freedom. Zhu Wuneng, Chang'e, and the prodigal son all stood up, looking around with lingering fear, and when they found that there was no danger, they stood up and came to the terrified, sluggish wave. in front of.

"No, Uncle, are you...are you alright?" After waiting for a long time, seeing no reaction to Lang's failure, the prodigal Ziyou was worried about what happened to Lang's failure, so he asked boldly.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no response from the waves, and the prodigal son became anxious. Lang Bugui had turned into ashes. If the waves were not good, what would happen?
So I couldn't help but stepped forward and tugged on the wavy sleeves, and said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, are you okay, you must not be okay, what should I do if you have something to do? Woohoo" As he spoke, he began to cry as if he had suffered some great grievance
Chang'e: "..."

Pig incompetent: "..."

What is this stuff?A big old man is crying?Is there a mistake?Isn't this soul fucking too fragile?Is this still a direct descendant of the Lang clan in the Taiyin God Clan?

Both Chang'e and Zhu Wuneng showed contempt, and Lang Bubu's status in their hearts plummeted. They thought they were descendants of the Taiyin clan, and their cultivation was not bad, but who knew it was an embroidered pillow, which could not be used much.

After being shaken by the prodigal son for a while, Lang Ke also woke up from the sluggishness, instinctively looked at the power of heaven in the sky, and found that there was nothing, he was secretly relieved, and his fear was also reduced a lot.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!"

Turning his head, he saw that the prodigal son You was pulling his sleeve as if he had been wronged, crying "pear blossoms bring rain", his unruly face suddenly darkened, and his brain was full of black lines.
Is this still a descendant of the Taiyin clan?
In front of outsiders, crying like a child, the face of the Taiyin clan was completely thrown away by the prodigal son, a nameless anger erupted, without even thinking about it, he slapped the prodigal son hard. swimming face.

Hearing the sound of Lang Bubu, the prodigal Ziyou knew that Lang Bubu was fine, and he was overjoyed. Just as he was about to speak, Lang Bubu slapped him three feet away, and he lay on the ground with his whole face swollen and turned into a With a pig's head and a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, the prodigal son looked up at his own uncle blankly. He really didn't understand why his uncle beat him?

"Useless trash!"

Lang Bubu gave a cold snort and didn't even look at it. He looked around and found that there was nothing around except auras of various attributes. He turned his head to look at Chang'e, and asked directly with a gloomy face, "Have you ever seen a gourd?" Taoist?"

"After the power of heaven dissipated, they ran in the whole direction?" Chang'e pointed in one direction.

"The power of heaven!" The corner of Lang Bubu's mouth trembled. He would never forget that scene of suppressing the world and overlooking all beings. At the same time, Zhang Yang's ruthlessness deepened his points. It's all on Zhang Yang's head.

"Calabash Taoist, today is your body and bones, and I will smash your body to pieces!" Lang Bubu gritted his teeth, his eyes glowed red, and he chased Zhang Yang in the direction Chang'e pointed, ignoring the prodigal son You who was lying on the ground.

"Where are we going?" Zhu Wuneng turned to look at Chang'e.

"It's not where we are going, but where are you going?" Chang'e glanced at Zhu Wuneng indifferently, and flew after the prodigal son without even looking at the prodigal son.

"Who will give it to whom, wherever you go, of course I will go there."

Zhu Wuneng chuckled, ignored Chang'e, and went after Chang'e, shouting, "Fairy Chang'e wait for me!" He never looked at the prodigal Ziyou from the beginning to the end, and seemed to have forgotten the prodigal Ziyou.

"I... I was abandoned?"

The prodigal sonyou lying on the ground stared blankly at the back of the three leaving, feeling inexplicably sad and sad, his uncle abandoned him, and the woman he liked didn't even look at him. At that time, the prodigal son You burst into tears, like a child abandoned by his relatives, so helpless and hesitant.

The flowers in the greenhouse, no matter how amazing and beautiful they bloom, are just appearances. Only after going through the test of wind, rain, heat and cold, will they bloom outstandingly, showing the temperament and charm of flowers.

While flying, Zhang Yang was thinking about how he would pass the ground level test, three thousand levels, the thousandth level tested the human body, that is, strength, and the second test was the ground level.This space is full of auras of various attributes. According to Lang Buhui's description, here can increase the monk's own perception and increase of aura attributes, so the test of this stage should be Qi.

But how should this "Qi" be spent? Zhang Yang was troubled, and he had no way of doing it. He didn't know whether to absorb the spiritual energy, decompose it, or do something else.

Rumble!
Suddenly there was a loud noise in front of him, and a ray of colorful light rushed to the sky, breaking through the clouds, startling Zhang Yang, who was thinking with his head down, and hurriedly lowered his head to follow the sound.

There was an explosion, and a black mushroom cloud rose, and then a slender figure with ragged clothes flew out of it. Coincidentally, that figure flew towards Zhang Yang.

"What's going on? Could it be that someone robbed him?" Zhang Yang was surprised, seeing the figure flying towards him, stopped, and secretly looked at the person coming vigilantly.

"Bastard, failed again! That's [-] failures."

The figure in tattered clothes and in a panic flew around, yelling and yelling, and soon flew in front of Zhang Yang. The man looked up and saw Zhang Yang, obviously startled, and then flew into a rage: "I said how could I fail? It turned out to be you This bastard is here..."

(End of this chapter)