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Episode 1: Disciples of the Heavenly Disciple 1.5 The general was born in clay and sealed into a tomb. Part 1

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    The bonfire burned quietly in the fire pit. Bi Fang was meditating far away by the temple door that was blocked by wooden sticks. The woman was lying on her side on the rope blocking the beam and only saw a dim back. The empty ruined temple was only enjoyed by Wu Ming.  That steaming fire.  Going to Dali Temple in Luoyang?  Wu Ming is not that stupid.  Lying on his back next to the fire pit, he was quietly fiddling with the miniature version of the Heaven-turning Seal.  Since the huge Buzhou Mountain can be shrunk into a square seal, why can't this square seal be shrunk into this small seal in my hand?  Wu Ming tried his best to recall the expressions of Douhua and his daughter at that time. Douhua must have been unaware, but where was her father?  ¡°Perhaps the master told Douhua Daddy everything before he ran away, and knew that he killed Huang Silang for Douhua In this case, the Heaven-shaking Seal hidden in the bun stuffing must be the plan of the master and Douhua Daddy!  Damn it, how do you use this Heaven-shaking Seal?  Calm down!  Calm down!  "It seemed that the master had just turned around and the bronze lion came to life" The dark pupils were like whirlpools leading straight into a deep pool, quickly closing under Wu Ming's movement.  The Heaven-turning Seal continued to enlarge in front of his eyes, and a layer of rough particles gradually appeared on the smooth body of the seal.     'I see!  ¡¯ Just like the miniature sculptures that can only be seen with a high-power magnifying glass, there is a mystery behind the seemingly smooth sky-turning seal!  The rough particles will be less at intervals. These few particles will gather on the entire mountain-shaped ink pad to form vertical and horizontal grooves, and in the middle of the grooves is the ancient Heluo Tu (Heluo Tu)!  The trench leading straight to Heluo was obviously meant to transport something Thinking that the old man had branded himself a bloodline inscription, Wu Ming suddenly realized, could it be my blood?  In fact, the old man is completely unnecessary. Wu Ming has seen this bloody joke so many times in his previous life.  Without even biting his fingers, Wu Ming pressed his chest, and the blood in the gauze stained the ink pad red.  The blood quickly seeped into the gaps between the particles and flowed into the vertical and horizontal grooves, rushing towards the center like a flooded river.  Wu Ming thought he was ignorant of gods and ghosts, but he didn't expect that the woman on the beam was staring coldly at the shining back of his neck.  That's where the old man branded his bloodline inscription!  With his pupils shrunk to the extreme, Wu Ming was staring at the rising pool of blood.  The pictures and texts of Heluo light up one by one. When the blood pool rises to the same level as the ditch, the blood in the pool suddenly settles, revealing the dark bottom of the cave!  Kaka Kaka  The sound of the machine sounded in the broken temple out of thin air, and the black hole expanded to the size of the copper coin hole!  ¡®Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu  ¡¯ Maybe in the next second, his chest would be pierced by the female catcher¡¯s sharp sword. Wu Ming was so frightened that he hurriedly blocked it with his fingers.  I didn't expect that as soon as I inserted my finger into the hole, it would come out from behind the printed body!  The whole ink pad is like a ring firmly set on the boy's index finger!  Like stone carvings on a cliff, inscriptions flashed across the mountain. Bi Fang flew toward him, but was stopped by the graceful woman who was descending with her hand raised.  In Wu Ming¡¯s eyes, Yintai had long been transformed into Mount Buzhou, the towering mountain, and the flashing inscriptions all over the mountain were none other than the Wordless Heavenly Book!  Wu Ming looked up to the sky like an ant, but he couldn't remember any of the inscriptions all over the mountain!  ¡®Don¡¯t move so fast, you¡¯ll be dazzled!  !  ¡¯ The young monkey was extremely anxious. Naturally, he didn¡¯t care that this might be his only chance, so he had to seize it no matter what!     what to do!  what to do!  ¡®Yellow paper!  ¡¯ The old man left him a pile of yellow paper before he left!  At that time, he looked at it carefully for a long time, and his nerves, which had been expanded countless times by the Five Elements Qi, had already engraved it in his mind.  With a thought, the flashing mountain suddenly became sparsely illuminated with more than a dozen ancient inscriptions, just like what was painted on the yellow paper!  In the blink of an eye, more than ten inscriptions broke free from the constraints of the cliff and floated around the fingers.  Wu Ming hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover it, but the rune halo suddenly rushed into the bottom of the seal, and divine light burst out!  Wu Ming tightly covered his flashing fingers, but the inscription on the bottom penetrated the back of Yinghong's hand and hit her face!  Wu Ming's conditioned reflex flash among the lightning and flints narrowly avoided the sneak attack of the inscription.  How could he cover up such a big movement? Wu Ming rolled on the spot and hid in a corner, shouting at the heroine to spare his life.  After waiting for a long time to pierce the chest with a sword, the boy with his butt raised to the sky quietly raised his head and saw the two Brahma guards staring at the clay statue in the ruined temple, as if they were facing a formidable enemy!  Crack!  A piece of mud from who knows how many years ago fell off from the forehead of the statue, and fell down from the base along the mighty torso.  Wu Ming looked up and found that the missing blue inscription was branded on the forehead of the statue!  "The inscription appears in the spirit, wood overcomes the earth, this clay-embodied god is going to live!" A ray of moonlight splashed in the sky,The prince has drawn his sword in his hand.  "Go!" Bi Fang shouted and scattered the talismans all over the sky.  The scattered talisman did not fall to the ground, but instead formed a veil around him.  "Fire spinning lantern!" Snap!  Snapped!  Snapped!  The high-frequency vibrating talisman papers exploded one after another, igniting fire around the talisman master.  He could clearly see these subtle changes, and the young man was now convinced that he was no longer an ordinary person!  It was too late, but soon, Bi Fanggang laid out the fire talisman formation, and the clay-embroidered god was ready to take a halberd in the chest!  "Break!" The sword light burst out, and the wooden halberd broke with a sound.  Bi Fang stood up and stepped back, pointing at a point, and the fire talisman hit the shaft of the shaft.  The fire snake flew away, and in the blink of an eye, half of the rotten wood turned into ashes in the hands of the clay sculpture.  "Hit!" The woman flew forward and stabbed out, but the clay sculpture couldn't dodge and half of her arm was cut off.  Bang!  Seeing the broken arm broken into several pieces on the ground, Wu Ming, who was huddled in the corner, suddenly lost all interest.  ¡®Oh, it¡¯s really just a mud tire!  ¡¯ The woman¡¯s sword succeeded, and Bi Fang¡¯s morale was greatly boosted. He released seals from both hands one after another and pushed forward suddenly!  "Overwhelming!" The fireball whizzing around the body was as fast as a meteor shower, heading straight towards the clay sculpture.  Boom boom boom!  Like random gunfire, fireballs exploded on the clay sculptures one after another.  The dirt and gravel were jumping around, and the poor clay statue was immediately beaten into a sieve. It was too miserable to look at.  "Haha! That's all." The woman smiled coquettishly and cast her gaze at the boy who was curled up in the corner and shivering.  Wu Ming was about to cry but had no tears. He probably couldn't dodge this sword to the chest!  The clay sculpture collapsed suddenly, and Bi Fang exhaled a breath of turbid air. Just as he was about to dissipate his true energy, something unexpected happened!  "Be careful!" Blood spurted out from the soles of his feet, and Bi Fang flew into the air.  The mud thorns rising from the ground almost killed him!  "He's still alive!" Spears stabbed all over the small temple. The two of them stepped on the beams and rolled around, struggling to escape.  "Ignorant junior, with the naked eye, how could I have ever seen the true king! I have been standing here for eight hundred years. The years have prospered and the seas have changed. How can you and others break the iron?!" "Eight hundred years? It seems to be better than that of copper!  The lion is still 300 years old!" Wu Ming was inexplicably happy, he must have escaped this sword-piercing sword!  !  "Haha! My lord, don't panic, let's see how I defeat the enemy!" A silent voice surged out from the ground, making the temple crackle.
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