Chapter 4: Killing Jiao
The scorching sun is in the sky, and the clear water is beside the river.
This place is hidden, with rich water and grass, and a lot of fish in the river section. Cao Cuo has been herding horses and raising locusts near here for the past few days.
After practicing boxing and practicing, he roasted a few Zhupolongs caught by green locusts, which added up to [-] catties, and he fed himself enough.
The practice of Qi training realm not only needs to breathe out the vitality of the world, but also consumes a lot of body. The food in Hejiazhuang is not enough to support his current practice. Fortunately, he can come out every day in the name of herding horses for tooth sacrifices, otherwise the Hundred Blades Fist I can't practice anymore.
He washed his body and combed his horse's hair for Wu Zai, who came back from the fun, and was about to return to Hejiazhuang.
"hold head high!"
"hiss!"
"Buzz!"
The Wuzhui horse was caught by a white flood dragon with a broken tail by the riverside. Thirteen green locusts confronted the white flood dragon, but they were afraid of the power of the white flood dragon, so they did not rush forward.
This white jiao is exactly the one on the jiao boat on the fifth floor.
At this time, it was covered with cuts and bruises, blood oozing from many places on its body, its eighty-nine-foot body was cut off by four feet, and its back was also cracked, it can be seen that it has experienced a bloody battle.
It has its own life, and it turned from the Bishui River to this waterway to rush to Baoguang Pavilion in Nanyi, but the oil was almost exhausted on the way to escape, and the lamp was dry, and it was in urgent need of nourishment. n/(OVelb1n
Fortunately, there happened to be a dragon colt with the precious blood of a real dragon drinking water by the river, and eating it would help the injury. Unexpectedly, when the dragon colt was caught, it was provoked by thirteen locusts who practiced Qi.
"Where did the big flood come from?"
Cao Cuo was puzzled, but Wu Zou had to save him, and thirteen green locusts kept interspersing around Bai Jiao.
"hold head high!"
Bai Jiao was unwilling to give up the blood food he had obtained, and tried to drive off his difficult opponent.
"It's actually the foundation building period!"
Feeling the coercion of foundation establishment, Cao Cuo's face changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down and said:
"If you had the strength in your heyday, I, Cao, would turn around and run away! But you are just an empty air now, and your strength has fallen to the level of Qi training. How dare you provoke me?"
With a thought, the thirteen green locusts were divided into four groups.
The six were culled head-on, mainly attacking the head.
Three on the left and three attack the wound on the snake's back and the position where the snake's scales have fallen off.
One attacked the dragon's tail.
"Whizzing!"
Two flying blades hit the Jiaoyan directly.
Ding!Ding!
There will be big trouble if you take this thing!
Are you afraid of trouble and give up the treasure you got?
"If you don't take it, you will be blamed instead!"
"Blood River Treasure" Cao Cuo only briefly read part of it, the exercises are profound and unpredictable, and the reckless toad qi in the qi training state is equipped with three spells of the same origin.
Spells of the same origin, with the same root and origin, multiple spells can enhance each other, and their power is unpredictable.
This Blood River Collection is all-encompassing, including cultivation insights, talisman arrays, rare treasures within the universe...
The most precious of them is a formation called: Abi Dao Tianluo Blood Transformation Great Formation, turning all living beings into a noseblood pool, winning the creation of heaven and earth...
Compared with the treasure book, the [-] talisman money in the storage bag and all kinds of sundries are nothing worth mentioning.
Cao Cuo made up his mind, looked at the Jiaozhu, there is no guarantee that there is a secret method that can be searched, and it cannot be kept!
Throw the jiaozhu to the green locust, and the thirteen green locusts will eat it bit by bit with their mouthparts until the jiaozhu completely disappears.
Pour out all the sundries in the storage bag, leaving only ten thousand runes.
The talisman money is formed by the standard jade piece soaked in the inspiration of the Wannian Lingyan. It is two fingers wide and three fingers long. A slave or a bucket of yellow bud rice has amazing purchasing power.
The storage bag is also a standard high-grade magic weapon, which contains 27 rune restrictions. It has a space of three feet square and about one foot high. It has been refined, and the original owner's breath is not left behind.
Talisman coins and storage bags are standard items and can be kept, but there may be hidden imprints in various sundries, once they are accidentally spread out, the consequences will be unimaginable, so they cannot be kept!
The green locusts began to eat the sundries, and some of the sundries contained aura annihilation.
"There is indeed a problem!"
Cao Cuo looked at the place where the aura disappeared and frowned.
At this time, the black horse has woken up.
It was frightened a lot, and after waking up, Sa Huan ran over and rubbed Cao Cuo with his face, expressing his gratitude for saving his life.
Cao Cuo patted the head of the black-headed horse, looked at the wound on its body that was strangled by the white jiao, and felt a little distressed. After feeding it for half a year, some feelings always developed...
Click!
A golden light flashed across, the horse's head fell to the ground, blood spurted five feet, scattered all over the ground, little by little red...
The eyes of the black horse head on the ground are still full of disbelief...
Cao Cuo squatted down and slowly closed Wu Zai's horse's eyes.
"Your wound has infiltrated the blood of the white flood dragon. The breath of the white flood dragon is entangled with you. It won't be eradicated in a month or two. I can't let people find out the clues. If you are exposed, I can't escape. ..."
"There are many monks who are proficient in the art of searching for souls. When they find you, there is no guarantee that they will not search for your soul..."
"I'm talking too much... sorry!"
Cao Cuo stood up, turned his back, his back was slightly bleak, and said in a deep voice:
"Don't stay!... Clean it up!"
The green locusts flew over, nibbling on the dead horse and the blood on the ground, leaving no trace...
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