Fu Canglu

Chapter 508 The Winter is Coming
"If you don't believe me, take a gamble."

With a click, the fetal beads began to shatter.

The spirit of the tiger dimmed in an instant.

Conghu's pupils contracted suddenly, and he saw the woman who had turned into a tiger, and he didn't even make a slight resistance, allowing the spirit to burst together with the vibration of the fetal beads, did he really want to break the beads?

madman
madman! !
He roared angrily, the sound almost burst out from his throat, and the tire beads in his body clicked, using an extremely precious number of uses.

There was a gust of wind in the sky.

For a moment, the snowfield was empty and deserted.

Chess Palace Bachi Mountain.

There was a figure of a man and a tiger in Xianlu Palace out of thin air. That human figure with fluttering sleeves just landed on the ground, stepped on the hall with both feet, and in an instant the strong wind filled the mountaintop. He suddenly threw the tiger and smashed it into the ground. In the blood pool, the splashed blood was swept up by the strong wind, smashing the towering copper pillars of the hall into a mottled red.

Conghu stared closely at the tiger that fell into the pool of blood and fell directly to the bottom.

There was silence in the hall.

Gudong Gudong twice.

A corner of plain white robe floated up from the pool of blood.

That corner of the robe was really too white, it was clearly dipped in "ink" in the pool of blood, but it was so eerie that it didn't stain a trace of bloody smell.

Floating up was a woman, her face was pale, she looked weak and weak, her eyebrows were raised, and at this moment, she held the essence in the blood pool with both hands, and the viscous blood slowly gathered and dripped from the gap between her fingers.

She gave a low laugh.

From Conghu's ears, this laughter sounded a bit anti-customer sarcasm.

It's just that Feng Bai is not laughing at this.

She lowered her eyebrows and stared at her extremely fair fingers.

What she was laughing at was the huge chess palace and the majestic eight-foot demon mountain.

A white tiger great sage's good fortune throne, then intrigues, life and death, the enemy is in front of him, and he still has the mind to compete.

She looked at Conghu, the inferior creature in front of her who had been slaughtered from the blood pool, even if she was blessed by the great sage of the monster race, she didn't understand how important the word wisdom is to a person.

The human race was able to imprison the Yaozu in the Western Regions for so many years.

The first thing the Yaozu does after they have a cultivation base is to transform into form.

It's not because of the powerful cultivation talent of the human race.

It's because of their inheritance, from generation to generation, from ancient times, the birth of sword cultivators, and now, the downfall of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, all conform to the same reason.

Survival of the fittest.

Weed out the stupid ones.

leave the wise.

Everything in the world is like this.

Feng Bai understood this truth when he was at the bottom of the blood pool.

The longer you live, the more wisdom you have, and the longer you want to live, the more wisdom you need.

Because the rotten will die soon, so if you want to live, you must constantly wash yourself.

She held the pool of blood in her hands and washed her face.

Pale and bloodless.

Feng Bai thought of the word that the commoner man carved on the talisman on his forehead, and asked himself at this moment, unexpectedly, for the first time, there was no trace of anger, but a little more reflection.

After she took this seat, she had a lot of thoughts.

But the most important thing is the battle situation in front of us.

It's not a big deal that I failed to bring Yi Xiao back and was intercepted by the second prince of Qi Liang.

The next beacon war.

I can't tolerate the slightest mistakes and mistakes by myself.

She took deep breaths repeatedly.

Conghu looked at the woman in the blood pool in astonishment. After his chest heaved back and forth, he slowly raised his hand, dipped his fingertips in the blood of the blood pool, and wrote a word on his forehead.

stupid.

This word is very powerful.

The majestic White Tiger, actually carved such a word on his forehead?

Feng Bai stroked her long hair vigorously. After the fetal beads shattered four times, her snow-white long hair was dyed red by blood essence. It estimated that it would take a long time to recuperate.

She stroked her long hair on her forehead.

Coincidentally and unfortunately, it covers the upper half of the stupid characters.

After the word chun is covered, what remains are two characters worm squeezed together.

Cong Hu's complexion was a bit ugly.

The meaning of these two worm characters is inevitably worth pondering.

I heard from the tiger that the human race has the custom of calling the fierce tiger a big bug.

Feng Bai naturally knew it too.

She glanced slightly at the expression on Cong Hu's face, then lowered her eyes, touched the stupid words carved on her forehead, "One Spring Two Worms", smiled softly: "Spring Worms."

Two worms crowded together on a throne.

"It's a pity that the Western Regions have always been snowy." Feng Bai raised his head, looking through the main hall of Xianlu Palace, looking at the snowy sky.

She said calmly: "The Yaozu will usher in spring soon."

Conghu suddenly became a little jealous of this woman who was soaked in the pool of blood.

As some of the highest-level figures in the Western Regions, he understands the strategies of the Western Regions better than the few great chess masters.

This whole strategy was all in the hands of this woman named Feng Bai.

Scattered clues.

The opening of Shan Hai Jing, the gathering of monsters.

The old eunuch on Bachi Mountain fled overnight.

The extermination of all the spies of the human race.

There is also the meaning of releasing that iron ride specially.

This series is just a beginning, a beginning.

The heavy snow on the terracotta is now full of red, and Fengsui will soon realize that the "southward" beast tide of the monster clan is a terrifying 20!
Cong Hu thought Liang Liang was a lunatic.

That Suzaku didn't have the idea of ​​revitalizing the monster clan. Even in the last reincarnation, he took charge of the book of mountains and seas, which is a great killer. It was just to stabilize Bachi Mountain and quietly wait for the return of the legendary maharaja.

In the Monster Race's Shan Hai Jing, there is such a passage recorded.

[There will be a great monarch leading the monster clan to the other side. 】

Conghu doesn't know what the other side is.

But he has never believed that there will be a so-called "Maharaja" who can change the relationship between the entire demon realm and the human race with one person.

He only knows that if he wants to survive, he can only rely on himself and keep getting stronger.

The weak eat the strong.

On the land of the Western Regions, the big fish eat the small fish. This is layer after layer of class.

This is the case with monsters, and so is the human race. Monsters eat monsters, and humans eat humans, but when humans eat humans, they are more refined. They don’t tear up flesh and blood to eat raw like monsters, but torture them in different ways. Just bloody.

Liang Liang is the craziest person in the Western Regions.

She is the main body of the great sage Suzaku, and she is dying.

Just waiting for an illusory Maharaja.

And Feng Bai is a lunatic not inferior to her.

Because even this 20 monster beast tide is only the beginning of her plan.

And there's the long, vicious follow-up.

Conghu pursed his lips tightly at this moment, thought for a moment, and felt that the handsome human man who inherited the Xuanwu inheritance should be the only reasonable person in this chess palace.

After a long time, Conghu found out that he was wrong.

They are all lunatics.

Among the lunatics, Gu Shengcheng is the most.

The lunatic of the demon realm.

Will bring down the cold wave of the demon realm.

Feng Bai's face was solemn: "The wind and snow in the Western Regions are too heavy, and the life of the human race is too comfortable, with sunshine, gentle wind, and dew."

She looked solemn: "We also want such a day, what should we do?"

How to do?
Give the heavy snow to mankind.

The woman in the pool of blood pressed her hand between her eyebrows.

The huge beast horde that arrived at the terracotta of the beacon tower heard the faint voice of the great sage in Xianlu Palace from a very long distance.

"Winter is coming!"

(End of this chapter)