Nezha Breeding Manual

The sharp wind whizzed around, the cool air spread over the face, permeating the five internal organs, and the excessively chaotic light and shadow blurred everything in front of him into a hallucinatory virtual image.

A large swath of flames whizzed out from the hot wheel, bursting out countless brilliant fireworks, firmly blocking the middle of the road leading to the top of the mountain, intercepting all the creatures trying to enter the mountain.Seeing that the ground was impassable, the approaching army of undead melted into the ground one after another, crossed the fire wall and continued to surround the stone lotus on the top of the mountain.

Nezha crossed the bloody and brutal battle in front of him, pointing his flaming gun/tip at Wen Zhong, who was riding on horseback and holding a long sword, and was covered in soft armor.But at the moment when he was about to pierce the opponent's throat, he was pushed back by a burst of deep devilish energy from the side.

The hazy magic smoke spiraled out from the depths of the valley, like the soft limbs of a giant monster, engulfing and crushing everything around it.The cloud of smoke swirls and shrinks, appearing in front of all living beings like a huge eye, staring at them coldly.Through the thick gray layer, one can vaguely see a huge figure gradually approaching.

The ground trembled, and the sky light suddenly went out at a certain moment.The thin clouds that were just now began to condense rapidly and turned black, as if they had been splashed with a layer of deep black ink, leaving only a few cold white shimmers flickering between the gaps in the clouds.

Ye Wanqiu cut open the throats of those monsters in front of him with snow flames, turned his head following the sudden reversal of the wind, and saw the huge demon creature suddenly appearing from the cloud of gray smoke, he couldn't help being stunned: "What is this?"

I don't know why, the moment Ye Wanqiu saw the appearance of the nine-headed monster, he suddenly felt in a trance.The colors and images in the field of vision are a bit weirdly distorted, as if watching a jammed CD, countless shrill and chaotic thoughts flashed through my mind, but I couldn't grasp any of them.

"It's Jiuying!" Chuo Shuang looked at the fierce monster in front of him with a pale face, as if he was quite frightened, "Why did even Jiuying come to the world?"

"Nine infants..." Ye Wanqiu stared at the nine-headed demon with a distracted gaze, "Then who is standing on his shoulder?"

The one standing on Jiuying's shoulders and neck, wearing a white gown and a wide hood that almost covered his entire face, no matter how Jiuying moved, he stood tall and straight, with his hands behind his back, as if separated from him. For all the people around you outside the war.

who is it?

"People?" Chuo Shuang clenched the demon blade in his hand, smashed the undead who was trying to bite him with a sword, and looked at him blankly, with a flustered and anxious expression, "There is no one, did you misread it? "

"But……"

Ye Wanqiu was about to say something, but when he blinked again, the white figure disappeared, completely, as if it had never appeared before.

"Gone?"

"Be careful--!"

Several emerald green magic flames came through the air, not only did not have any temperature, but was bitingly cold, making people feel unbearably stinging when reflected in the eyes.Chuo Shuang pushed Ye Wanqiu away from the attack range of Demon Flame, flew into the air, and heard a sharp and long howling bird song from the top of the mountain behind him.

That was Ruoqing, who had turned into the prototype of the three blue sparrows, and was fighting alone against the part of the undead army that had approached Shi Lianhua's feet.

Ye Wanqiu shook his head, forcing himself to stop thinking about the white figure he saw just now, and concentrate on dealing with the situation in front of him.When she came to Nezha, she saw that there seemed to be black ice in the eyes of the other party staring at Jiuying. Qian Wan pointedly said: "It seems that they are well prepared."

"It's impossible to destroy these living dead just by beheading them." Ye Wanqiu looked down at the chaotic battlefield on the ground, his slender eyebrows were frowned, "We have to..."

"Use fire." Nezha took over and said, looking around sharply, "First of all, we must cut off their escape route."

"I see."

After she finished speaking, she rode the wind straight down and fell back to the ground steadily. Xueyan slashed airtightly in her hands, clearing a blank space around her for buffering.Huntian Ling wraps around her body, a layer of thin and lively red gauze surrounds her brilliantly, sweeping away those monsters that are trying to pounce on Ye Wanqiu several feet away.

A large layer of frost-white spar sprouted from Ye Wanqiu's feet, spread rapidly to the surroundings, climbed up the rocks, covered vegetation, isolated the river, and blocked the entire battlefield layer by layer.The valley, which was still full of beauty and spring just a moment ago, fell back to the extremely cold winter that was frozen for thousands of miles.All the vivid colors are completely buried, leaving only barren to desolate emptiness and silence.

Some monsters that hadn't had time to fully drill out of the ground were sealed in that layer of spar, and even every trace of expression on their faces was clearly and incomparably imprinted, which was terrifyingly hideous.

Without the ground as a cover, the army of the living dead is like a group of moving wooden targets. Dozens of demon spirits are screaming and circling excitedly in the sky, swooping down one after another to show their prototypes, killing and carnivaling without any scruples.

Demon spirits are tyrannical by nature. In the past, because they were subject to the military regulations set by Nezha, they even hunted for animals and livestock, and never dared to hurt people.At this time, he finally got permission, so he was naturally quite unscrupulous.Although compared to normal humans, the quality of these undead refined by monsters is not very good, but they are also much better than those animals with weird tastes.

Seeing that even the war horse he was riding was trapped by this strange layer of crystal stones, Wen Zhong immediately got off his horse, flexibly dodged in the chaos around him, swung his sword and slashed at Ye Wanqiu. Stop it.

While two cold blades, one black and one white, were locked in a stalemate wrestling with each other, a stream of cold light flashed across Wen Zhong's long sword, clearly reflecting Ye Wanqiu's appearance, and shone into her eyes.

The man in the white robe and hood stood silently behind her with his back turned.Turning his head, Ye Wanqiu saw that the man had a pair of spar-like glass eyes.

Just like she had dreamed several times.

Ye Wanqiu was distracted all of a sudden, and the strength in his hand was a little slack, Wen Zhong was keenly aware of it, and immediately exerted further force downwards.She barely avoided the other party's attack by turning sideways, and when she looked in the direction just now, she completely disappeared from that figure.

"Those who dare to be distracted on the battlefield are only worthy of dying by the enemy's sword." Wen Zhong's voice came from behind the iron armor, and it sounded a little muffled, even a weird hoarseness.

"Thank you for reminding me." Ye Wanqiu changed Xue Yan's grip to a more comfortable position, "But I also have to remind you, I am not a human being, so naturally I will not die by your sword."

After finishing speaking, she rushed forward quickly, and the sharp black Tang Dao seemed to be alive in her hand, cutting towards the weak protection between Wen Zhong's throat.Seeing that he really started leaning back and swinging the saber across the gap, Ye Wanqiu suddenly knelt down and slid forward with the sticky and hot blood on the ground. Turning sharply, he cut his knee pads accurately and ruthlessly, scratched his flesh, and tore his muscles and bones.

Her whole body was covered by extremely hard crystallization, even if she knelt on the ground without a buffer, she felt nothing at all.

After doing all this, Ye Wanqiu turned around quickly, the blade was not covered with the expected bright red blood, only a line of green blood similar to monsters, still emitting a little white smoke.

"It turns out that your subordinates are not the only ones who have been refined by the demon gu." She looked at Wen Zhong who quickly recovered from his wounds, and said with a little surprise.

"Since you have made the determination to win or die, how can you not pay a price." Wen Zhong said, taking off the helmet on his head and throwing it away, revealing a completely demonized face.

"You'd better put the helmet back on. It's really scary to run out when you look like this." Ye Wanqiu wrinkled his nose and said, stood up again, turned the Xueyan blade, and slashed at the opponent violently.

Tiny sparks splashed out from the clash of the blades, floated in the air, and soon disappeared.Immediately afterwards, more flame stars fell, following Nezha's trajectory in the air, they floated down gracefully, blooming briefly on the pale ground.

Even though Ye Wanqiu's crystal petrification blocked his limbs and prevented him from moving, Jiuying was still extremely fierce.Green cold flames and boiling black water jets spewed out from the mouth of his nine heads continuously, as if he was determined to push Nezha back to the periphery and buy time for himself to break free.

However, for some reason, even though the layer of spar looked as white and fragile as ice, it sealed Jiuying's limbs so that he couldn't move.

He looked at the battlefield around him, and stared at Nezha in mid-air with his head in the middle, his snake-like slender and thick neck raised high, his smile distorted: "You must think that all the creatures of the gods love all beings in the world, no Thinking about it, compared to a certain generation of monsters, they are not so kind. These bastards are all creatures from this world, but you don’t mind seeing your demon spirits slaughtering them wantonly."

Nezha bypassed the oncoming cyan flame, and stabbed the throat of one of the nine infants with the purple flame spear in his hand, cutting it off.

The young man's beautiful face was as blank and colorless as a mask, and his black phoenix eyes, which had no emotions at all, were so gloomy that they seemed to carry the end of a long night, and even the words he spoke were indifferent: "I don't mind, it's my permission."

The expression on Jiuying's face froze for a moment, the broken neck began to squirm, and soon a new head grew out, baring its teeth and roaring at Nezha.

"Besides, I never talk about loving all living beings with my enemies." Nezha said blankly, his eyes scanning Jiuying's nine heads one by one, "That's what the underworld should do."

After listening to his words, Jiuying suddenly burst into laughter, half of his face was a sinister and distorted smile, and the other half of his face was frenzied anger, which looked extremely strange: "What a frank and frank young god, hey! Mou's temper! However, I'm not used to hearing any nonsense about the great life from you gods."

Nezha didn't bother to answer any more, so he just stretched out his hand and let Huntianling spiral out, flexibly dodging the cold fire and boiling water, and wrapped around and blocked Jiuying's heads very quickly.Taking advantage of the red silk covering Jiuying's sight and confusing him, Nezha rushed straight to his back, aiming the spear/tip at the spine and stabbing down.

After all, it was an ancient monster that existed in the last year. The purple flame spear only pierced a shallow part and could no longer move.Nezha quickly withdrew his gun/tip with a click to avoid the attack of Jiuying's tail stab.Even though the speed of Hot Wheels was already extremely fast, when Nezha retreated, his left shoulder was still rubbed by the tail thorn.

Scattered golden-red divine power seeped out from the shallow wound, and recovered immediately before spreading.The clothes on the shoulders were torn open, revealing the fair skin with faint lotus-like flame patterns.

Huntianling tightly bound three of Jiuying's heads, while the rest of the heads kept biting the spiritual weapon.Countless pieces of bright red yarn were torn apart and scattered on the ground, like large dead roses laid out in the snow, dazzlingly red.Afterwards, they gathered again and returned to their original shape, hanging gently on Nezha's body.

No matter how many times you cut off those heads, they will grow back quickly, endlessly.Nezha furrowed his brows tightly, looked at the monster with gloomy eyes, brushed the spear/body of the Ziyan spear with his fingertips, and brought up golden flames.

"If you only have this ability, then I have to say that I'm really disappointed, Young God." Jiuying looked at the other party mockingly, and several laughs with different tones overlapped, which was harsh and ugly.

Nezha looked at him unmoved for a moment, then suddenly let out a sigh, the blackness in his eyes became brighter after being suppressed to a certain point: "It seems that it is quite troublesome to take care of you."

After finishing speaking, when Nezha opened and closed his eyelashes, the originally dark and dull pupil color was suddenly replaced by a sharp golden color, and the lines on his shoulders gradually became blood-like crimson, as if he had been drawn into it. as it is branded on.

Looking at the young man in front of him who seemed to have changed suddenly, Jiu Ying instinctively felt that something was wrong, and struggled harder and harder to break free from the shackles on the soles of his feet.

The Qiankun circle engraved with twining lotus patterns fell off from his wrist, returned to its original size, and mercilessly hit Jiuying's heads at such a speed that even afterimages could not be seen.The majestic flames raged and roared away, besieging Jiuying in place.The circle of heaven and earth buzzed and continued to expand, imprisoning Jiuying's entire head in one place and tightening it up a little bit, crushing his neck bone slowly, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Nezha raised his Ziyan spear, tilted his head slightly, his golden pupils shone brighter, and cut off all nine heads of the opponent at once.Jiuying's body fell to the ground, and the flowing blue blood gathered on the ground to form a deep blue bloody lake.

The flames continued to devour Jiuying's body upwards, Nezha closed the hot wheel, slowly landed on the hill-like corpse, and aimed his purple flame spear straight at the place where his heart was.

The body was burned into a pile of smoke and dust by the real fire of samadhi. In the end, only a monster's heart remained, which was crushed by Nezha in his hands.The golden tongue of fire kept licking the fragments that fell from his fingers, and gradually extinguished until there were no more targets.

He turned around, and saw Ye Wanqiu and Wen Zhong, who had no power to fight back, through the dark and colorless world, walked straight over, and put the point of his gun against each other's throat: "You are their leader, right? General Wen Zhong."

"It's irrefutable to win the king and lose the bandit. Since the old man has already fallen into your hands, it's up to you whether you want to kill him or cut him to pieces. In the end, he fell on this battlefield, and Wen Mou died without regret." Wen Zhong said in a low tone. Said lightly.

Nezha looked at him for a moment, and was about to make a move when he heard Yingzhao huddle up beside him, reminding him weakly: "Commander, that...you seem to have said, this, Wen Zhong wants...to survive. "

"I did." Nezha replied calmly, "But I've changed my mind now."

Wen Zhong has been refined by the demon gu to become the leader of this group of living dead, as long as he does not die, those monsters will continue to be resurrected.

Yingzhao nodded sensibly, quickly retreated ten meters away, and kept a neat line with the other demon spirits who had suddenly become extremely well-behaved since the moment Jiuying died.

The flames jumped up and soon engulfed Wen Zhong completely.Even though he was burned to a handful of ashes, this iron-boned general who devoted his whole life to Yin and Shang did not make a sound.

He is indeed a rare talent of loyalty, but it is a pity that he is loyal to the wrong country.

After withdrawing his gaze a little unbearably, Ye Wanqiu turned to look at Nezha worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Nezha frowned slightly, although his face was not obvious, he still looked as usual, but the expression that was too empty and missing reflected that he was actually trying his best to endure, he just said: "Go and meet Ruoqing and others, and wait for me in the camp. "

"As ordered!"

After hearing Nezha's words, the other demon spirits breathed a sigh of relief, and they all scattered away, and quickly approached the stone lotus on the top of the mountain.

Ye Wanqiu held his hand and saw that he relaxed a little after all the demon spirits had withdrawn, leaning his head on her shoulder and neck.The clothes on his left shoulder were cut, and the red lines on his shoulders flickered on and off, thickening and fading, as if he was struggling for something.

She wanted to reach out to smooth Nezha's jet-black long hair that was blown by the wind, but just as she touched his ear, her fingers were snapped backwards.The young man's hand bones are long and tough, and his skin is dry and cold, which is obviously different from that of human beings. Ye Wanqiu inexplicably thinks of the frost and fog in Yicheng in early winter, and it is also delicate and white.

Nezha buried his head on her shoulders and neck, and didn't move for a while, speaking softly: "I'm a little tired."

It's not because of Jiuying, but because it's really difficult to restrain his own divine power fluctuations.

Ye Wanqiu lowered the hand held by him, and slightly adjusted his standing posture, so that he wouldn't be too tired from lowering down.The red lines that grew on his shoulders began to fade gradually, returning to a light and near-none appearance.

After a while, Nezha raised his head, the gold in his eyes had faded completely, leaving only a pool of clear black.

"Not bad now." Ye Wanqiu smiled and raised his hand to flick his bangs hanging between his eyebrows, "the progress is obvious."

"Is there a reward?"

"Hmm... make you a new dress? Since the one on your body is all torn, don't take it."

"Just right."

"???" Ye Wanqiu looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly understood, "You are just waiting for me to say this."

Nezha smiled slightly, and put the Huntian Ling over his shoulders to cover the torn clothes: "Let's go, let's go back together."

"it is good."