Chapter 133 The True Meaning of Trials

Fatty Sha's expression froze for a moment.

It was the first time he heard a tomb raider say such words to him.

"Boy...do you know what you're talking about?"

A terrifying aura erupted from Fatty Sand's body, which belonged to the high-level Tianyuan level. The yellow sand in the surrounding land was aroused by this aura, surging into the sky, forming an extremely terrifying sandstorm.

Fatty Sha is like the king of yellow sand, staring at An Bulang.

An Bulang did not back down, but also looked at Fatty Sha in front of him, and said lightly: "This is not what I said, but the big characters on the gate of King Bai's tomb are written like this. I am just implementing King Bai's ideas. That's all. Or, do you think that the rules you set are more effective than the rules set by King Bai?"

Fatty Sha froze when he heard this, as if he was choked.

"Okay, if you have the ability, just take it..." Fatty Sha smiled suddenly, opened his arms, and his momentum skyrocketed again, rushing towards An Bulang, laughing, "I am the king who guards the rules of this place, Boy, do you have the ability to defeat me?"

"Yes." An Bulang nodded decisively.

"Rampant!" Fatty Sha shouted suddenly.

boom!

A terrible sandstorm tornado descended from the sky, bombarded An Bulang's head, completely engulfed An Bulang's body, and the power of the violent sandstorm even scraped a big pit out of the yellow sand.

Fatty Sha originally wanted to use his powerful coercion to frighten the young Xiaoxiu, but he didn't think that Xiaoxiu would still speak rudely, so he didn't mind giving this Xiaoxiu a lesson that he would never forget.

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, even if I can kill even the Tianyuan Realm, if you dare to provoke me, then be prepared to be killed by me!" The power surged again, crushing the young man in the center of the storm.

If it is a monk of the Naling level, he will be crushed to pieces in this instant.

But Fatty Sha could sense that the boy in the center of the storm was still alive, so he couldn't help but increase his strength again.

At this moment, it seemed that a drop of water dripped from the sky and landed on Fatty Sha's head.

"Huh? This is..." Fatty Sha was taken aback, and looked up at the sky.

At this moment, extreme danger enveloped his whole body.

That's what death feels like!

The field of vision suddenly turned blue.

"Stab!"

Severe pain came from the head, and extreme cold rushed through the whole body.

The water droplets suddenly exploded and formed terrifying blue ice thorns, piercing through his head from top to bottom!

"Dripping ice, everything can freeze." The boy's voice came from the storm.

A young man dressed in white walked through the sandstorm unscathed, looked at the fat sand man who was pierced by ice thorns, and shook his head: "You are still too weak after all..."

Fatty Sha seemed to be still conscious, his pupils showed a look of panic and begging for mercy, but the frost centered on Fatty Sha's head, and spread mercilessly towards all parts of his body.

Although there is no immortal energy to support the fairy method Dripping Glacier, it can explode with supreme power just by taking a ray of true meaning.

However, this trick is very laborious.

An Bulang can only use it once in order to pretend to be aggressive.

"Now, do you think I have the ability to take these treasures?" An Bulang asked calmly.

Fatty Sha frantically mobilized the power in his body, desperately squeezed out the remaining power, and finally overcame the extreme cold and freezing.

nodded!

An Bulang saw the soft-hearted Fatty Sha, smiled slightly, and waved his hand.

The icicles melted.

Fatty Sha fell from the sky and landed on the ground, almost smashing his own body.

"Huh ... Huhhuhoo ..." As if he could finally breathe, the fat man kept breathing deeply, and the tumbler's body made him stand up automatically, but he saw the young smile of the young man.

Fatty Sha was so frightened that he almost breathed out: "You... who the hell are you? How could the academy allow a monster like you to enter the White King's Tomb? It's unreasonable!"

An Bulang was startled when he heard this.

Did the academy know about the matter of King Bai's tomb?

From what the fat man said, it seems that there is some kind of ulterior cooperation with the White King's Tomb?

An Bulang became a little interested: "Next, I want you to release your own life essence and blood, and make a series of Dao Xin oaths, otherwise I will kill you now."

Fatty Sha trembled: "Don't try to threaten me with these things, I was born as a person from the White King's Tomb, and died as a ghost from the White King's Tomb..."

A long sword suddenly rested on Fatty Sha's neck.

"Sorry, I'll kill you, you can't even be a ghost."

An Bulang looked at Fatty Sha, his eyes turned golden, and said indifferently.

Fatty Sha and An Bulang looked at each other, feeling an unspeakable terror for no reason...

"But... but I don't have the life essence and blood..." Fatty Sha suddenly softened his tone.

"How can a living creature not have life essence and blood?" An Bulang looked surprised.

"I only have natal essence sand..." Fatty Sha said.

An Bulang looked a little embarrassed, stretched out his hand and said: "One meaning, get it out!"

Fatty Sand spat out a piece of golden sand from his mouth.

An Bulang drew ancient golden spells in the void. It was the Yang Yan mantra that he had cast on Tian Ge and others before, which could be implanted into the other party's body, allowing the other party to burn the other party to death if they violated their oath!

The curse seal merged with the sand, and then merged into Fatty Sand's body.

Under An Bulang's guidance, Fatty Sha made a Taoist oath of hundreds of words, which made Fatty lose several kilograms, so An Bulang let Fatty Sha go.

"Fatty Sha, tell me as much as you know about the relationship between Bailing Imperial College and the Bai King's Tomb." After doing all this, An Bulang finally showed his fangs.

"This... I'm not called Fatty Sha." Fatty Sha said with an aggrieved expression, "I do have a name, and it sounds nice. My name is Shabi."

An Bulang: "???"

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched slightly: "I still think Fatty Sha sounds better..."

Fatty Sha shook his head stubbornly: "I don't care, you just call me Shabi!"

He hates people calling him fat.

It was the first time An Bulang saw such an excessive request, but he still decided to satisfy the other party, nodded and said: "Okay, idiot, can you answer my question above?"

Shabi said frankly: "We are the entourage of King Bai before his death. I don't know anything about the cooperation between King Bai's tomb and Bailing Imperial Academy. The only thing I know is that in the long years, there will be young practitioners entering Bai King's Tomb, and what I have to do is to use soldiers and generals to hinder them, and once they break through the encirclement, give them a chance to win a magic weapon..."

An Bulang was a little disappointed after hearing this, because Shabi didn't know anything.

It is impossible for Shabi to lie, because when he made the oath before, he had sworn not to lie to An Bulang.

"Okay, then I'll take the magic weapon." An Bulang glanced at the circle of light surrounding the magic weapon floating not far away, and said, "You remove these circles of light."

Shabi continued to shake his head: "I won't withdraw, I didn't do this...there is a prohibition left by King Bai on it. Only those who are recognized by the magic weapon and the aperture is active, I have the authority to open the aperture."

"Is that so, if I want to obtain the magic weapon, I have to release my blood essence first, so that the magic weapon will recognize me?" An Bulang said, stroking his chin.

"Exactly." Shabi said, shaking his round body.

He was still a little rejoicing in his heart, fortunately, this was the restriction left by King Bai, so that all the magic weapons in front of him would not be emptied by An Bulang.

After all, these magic weapons have weird personalities and high vision. How can they bow their heads and bow down because of the blood of a strong man? It would be nice to have more than a dozen magic weapons to recognize An Bulang.

Just as Shabi was thinking this way, An Bulang had already thrown out his blood.

All of a sudden, all the magic circles are shining brightly!

All the magic weapons trembled wildly, and the trembling voices of each magic weapon gathered together and broke through the sky, as if they were shouting: "Choose me!" choose me! Choose me! ! !

Shabi was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

What's happening here?

Why are the magic weapons moving.

Why do even those incomparably proud mysterious magic weapons climax without exception?

Is this boy so popular?

Shabi shifted his gaze to An Bulang, and said with difficulty: "You...what the hell is going on..."

An Bulang was very satisfied with the results in front of him. Instead of answering Shabi's words, he smiled and said, "How is it? The aperture is on. Do you have permission to open the aperture?"

Shabi felt that the boy in front of him was a devil!

He has never seen a single drop of blood that can make all the magic weapons go crazy, not even the White King, his three views were shattered at this moment.

"Shabi! Why are you still in a daze, open the aperture!" An Bulang said impatiently.

He always felt that calling this fat man's name seemed very unqualified.

Only then did Shabi come to his senses, not daring to disobey An Bulang's intentions, he outlined runes one after another, and opened all the white circles.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

One by one, magic weapons rushed towards An Bulang like flowing light.

The scrambling look seemed to be afraid that An Bulang would not want them in the next moment.

"Don't worry, don't worry, take your time..."

"Come here one by one, don't squeeze!"

An Bulang opened the ring and collected the magic weapons one by one.

Shabi looked at what happened in front of him, his heart ached and he couldn't breathe.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow sand land covered with magic weapons is empty.

Fatty Sha's expression was slumped: "I never thought that the old man would be unemployed one day..."

The magic weapon is gone, and this treasure trial has to be closed...

"Where are you unemployed? Don't you still have many soldiers and generals who can be regenerated?" An Bulang said with a smile after receiving the baby, in a good mood.

"But my magic weapon..." Shabi couldn't help but speak.

"The magic weapon is not important!" An Bulang said suddenly, "What is the purpose of participating in the mausoleum trial? It is to complete the fighting ability in the battle, in all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, to break through the self, to hone the state of mind and Taoism !"

"When the later generations come to you through hardships and obstacles, they have already obtained the greatest harvest, and they have benefited infinitely from the road of practice!"

"This is the true meaning of trials!"

Shabi's eyes widened, and he murmured: "So it's like this..."

An Bulang patted Shabi on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Do it well!"

After speaking, he turned and left.

On the windy and sandy ground, the back that made Shabi awe gradually disappeared.

Shabi was left alone, calming down the shock in his heart.