Chapter 137： Kill

The ancient refiners were not necessarily Taoist, but a considerable part of the Taoist priests could be subdivided into refiners. These priests and ordinary refiners together formed the refining population of the refiners. Some of them are similar to the ascetic monks in Buddhism, and they drink their own food and drink, and only seek for themselves and not use the means of external Dan to improve their cultivation. The refining is "the five gas in the chest" instead of "Golden Dan". There are so many refiners attached to the emperor's family to climb the heavenly dragon. Each dynasty has typical examples and famous figures, which is also because this kind of emperor is very important to them.

"Terrorist broadcasts are becoming more and more difficult to understand. I suddenly missed the world of stories before. The world of stories now feels somewhat inexplicable, and the refiners can come out."

Su Bai reached out and touched his chin. He has not shaved his beard since entering the world of the story. Now the beard has grown up and is a bit shackled.

"It is estimated that there will be some changes. After all, it is actually a situation in which the world of stories that cannot control this type has developed. The story world that was experienced before barrenness is also the theme of spirituality and horror. The rhythm is very fast and needs to be done. It’s a matter of finding clues and distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy, rather than constantly encountering and searching in a large and empty area like this.”

"Monk, you want to stop and say." Su Bai certainly heard that the monk actually only said half, but also hidden half did not say.

In fact, all the listeners in the real world have already received the news from the public number "kongbu66", and the terrorist broadcast will be suspended for three months. In these three months, there will be no more missions. Of course, the audience still in the story world has to continue to complete the existing tasks, and they do not know the news.

"You should be able to feel these things yourself." The monk looked at Su Bai. "The terrorist broadcast is actually trying, trying a new way of storytelling. Sometimes, we can really treat it as a so-called real In the sense of the radio program, it has been constantly trying to keep up with its own story, you should be very clear.

In fact, most of the less experienced listeners can be very clear, that is, in the recent one or two story world, it began to try this different story line, but the effect is not very good, because it shapes The more complicated the world of the story comes out, the more control it can face. In many cases, its will cannot be fully implemented and executed, and it will often be self-defeating.

The most obvious point is that some people may have created it. In order to enrich the world environment of the story, these people or things will not be controlled by it, but will violate its will.

In Fulong Mountain, the barrenness already has this feeling. It takes a long journey to pick up a child. It feels like a tourist adventure. Step by step, go deep into the end, and finally meet a level in a row and then a level. Danger, Gyatso, fat man, and me are all hit hard in such a short distance. This rhythm and pattern is a bit boring and monotonous. Barren thinks that this is not the story of the terrorist broadcast, but these The actual thing runs counter to what it has arranged. ”

"What do you mean, that demon?" Su Bai’s eyes groaned, although the two of them now seem to be just chatting, but the content is already in the core of the terrorist broadcast.

This is not a stupid thing about the firefighting and the glory of the moon. Compared with the universe, human beings cannot even count the size of a dust, but they can still analyze and calculate the trajectory of many planets, although Su Bai and the monk The current position is not very high, but it does not prevent them from making some speculations and assumptions about terrorist broadcasting.

"Devil, it is shaped, it should probably feel very satisfied, but how can the real demon, who might follow other people's arrangements to do something? Terror broadcast is trying to build a complex and perfect story world, but it does not With the ability to create a real world, unless it is willing to create a world, it completely loosens its influence on the world. Of course, this is impossible. Once it can't control the story world, then the audience will come in. It’s time to travel.”

When the monk said it, there was a very desolate roar outside. It was the roar of the barbarians. Then, a shrill, broken string of sound came from there, and a large number of Qing soldiers quickly reinforce the position to the location. It suddenly became very empty around.

Su Bai clap his hands and shouted, "Get up, prepare to run."

Before, it was actually waiting for a better chance.

Gyatso did not sleep, the fat man was half-sleeping and half awake, and they all always had their minds to pay attention to the outside situation.

"The dog is biting the dog over there?" The fat man was surprised.

"It should be a problem in the middle, or the main task of the Westerners may be this." Su Bai analyzed that since entering the story world, first the demon, followed by Lin Zhenying, then the zombie hole, then Fulong Mountain The story missions experienced by this group of people have been enough. I want to come to these full-scale refiners and should not be specially prepared for themselves and others, but for these Western audiences.

"Don't take things, let's get out and talk about it." The monk said as he looked at the outside situation: "Just out from the window, here the original soldiers have been reinforced to the other side, Su Bai, barren and you come After the break."

Su Bai did not say anything, the monk estimated that he did not recover much, and he was the best one. He was willing to break with himself, which was a decision that made it difficult for Su Bai to refuse.

"Let's go, let me go first."

The monk and the fat man let go from the window, Su Bai first turned out from the window, and then landed on the ground, in fact, the height of the building is not very high.

Su Bai looked downstairs and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it.

The fat man grabbed the window and followed the pillar. Gyatso had his body pressed against the wall, and Su Bai noticed that Gyatso did not carry a cane, proving that he has now recovered his ability to move, but it is estimated that there is still a distance from the battle. distance.

The last monk came down, but he was just about to pull out the window, slamming back and turning sideways, and a sword flew directly out of the window, and then there was a fight in the room.

The little guy is riding on the shoulder of the fat man, and at this time it is also very clever and not noisy.

"It seems that we also know that we have to get out, so we will hold us first." Gyatso looked at the window sill.

"There is a river after the forest. You are going down the river." Su Bai snorted at the fat man: "Look at the children."

The fat man touched the head of the little guy on his shoulder and smiled slyly: "I want to do this kid's work, rest assured."

Su Bai rushed up again, grabbed the eaves with both hands and pulled the whole person up, then stepped on the tiles and entered the room window next door.

Fat man and Gyatso are taking the time to take this space into the woods. Can these two people escape smoothly? Su Bai still has a lot of confidence. The dead camel is bigger than Ma, the premise is of course Here, it is enough to drag the full-fledged refiners in these monks.

Going in from the next room, and then coming out, at the entrance of the corridor, the monk was swept out by a singer, and the monk leaned on the railing. It can be seen that the monk is very stubborn now, only the power of parry, but this is enough Su Bai was shocked. This monk has not recovered so much. Which temple has cultivated such a deep monk in the city?

However, the monk is really unable to support it now. The refiner is white and tender, wearing clothes that are similar to those outside the staff. It seems to have a mismatch with his temperament, but every move has an ethereal breath.

He is not ready to kill, and the meaning of wanting to catch alive is obvious, but neither Su Bai nor the monk will give him this opportunity.

The monk has noticed the coming of Su Bai, his hands together, and read Amitabha;

The Buddha's voice was in the ear, and the refining spirit's body suddenly shook, and the eyes closed, and the dizziness was very loud.

Su Bai immediately rushed over, and Bai Bai was clenched in his hands, and his body quickly switched to the zombie state. At one time, the air machine was directly raised to the most powerful horizontal line.

Although the refiner closed his eyes, he still had a keen sense of danger. The sword in his hand flew up and actively stabbed Su Bai.

This is the guardian of Feijian.

On the side of Su Bai’s body, Feijian rubbed his chest and rubbed a string of sparks. At the same time, Su Bai also felt a burning pain in his chest. Then Su Bai finally got close to the refiner, dagger To the other's chest.

The refining sergeant launched the palms, and the air was surging. Su Bai only felt that his chest position was like being hit by a car. The whole person was directly overturned, but at this moment, Bai Bai was also Su White threw it out.

The refining spirit opened his eyes and looked at the fine light. He looked at the oncoming face and looked light, his left hand raised, the index finger and the ring finger erected, and caught the hundred.

Then it seems that because the air machine on the refiner is actively instilled into the hundred pirates according to the habits of his sword, like the last time the zombie king put his own anger into the hundred pirates, the enchanting inside the genre is immediately Fluctuating.

In fact, the enchantment of Benedict has been depleted in the last battle against the Zombie King. This time, the volatility is more like a lasting glory, but the problem lies in this refining. The sergeant is a dagger caught by two fingers. The violent frictional collision makes him **** and one numb. The **** are bounced off, and there are still plenty of enthusiasm to continue flying in the established direction.

"puff!"

Hundreds of thorns penetrated the neck of the refiner.

"This……"

The refining stalker steadily retreated, and finally leaned against the wall, his face was unbelievable and stunned, and finally fell to the ground and lost his vitality.

Su Bai, who was overturned to the ground, was very difficult to stand up with his chest. Looking at the ending, he walked over to the body of the refiner and pulled out his dagger.

"Call you to install, force."