Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 230 The Magical Use of Wooden Kite

At the top of the mountain, the storyteller's face was extremely gloomy.

If looks could kill, Shang Lu would already be riddled with wounds and bleeding.

In the storyteller's script, the words were blurring and blurring out rapidly.

Then it turned into ink and flowed down from the pages of the book.

The storyteller's hands were stained black with ink and emitted a pungent odor.

But he didn't care and just gritted his teeth.

"Almost! Just a little bit! I can get those treasures!
With them, I can not only break through my cultivation, but also make the pen in my hand break through and become a brilliant writer."

The storyteller stared at the Smilax glabra in the river below, his eyes full of resentment.

"It's all this guy's fault! It's all this variable's fault! He caused me to fail! I will remember his appearance and I will take revenge on him in the future!"

At such a long distance, most people can't see the appearance of the Smilax glabra at all.

But the storyteller had his own way. He took a pen and tapped his eyelids twice, borrowing the ability of "clairvoyance" from his own storybook.

This ability allowed him to see Shang Lu clearly even from a long distance away.

But it was at this moment that the storyteller suddenly discovered that Shang Lu actually raised his head and looked at him.

"This person discovered me?!"

The storyteller was startled.

But it soon seemed impossible.

“He couldn’t possibly see me.

There was a thick fog on the river, but as the author of this story, I was not affected by it.

Although he is a variable, he is also a part of the story. It is impossible for him to see through the fog and find me. "

This self-consolation made the storyteller feel relieved.

"Besides, I was at the top of the mountain, and he was in the river below. At such a long distance, even if he saw me, he would be unable to do anything..."

Just as the storyteller was thinking of this, he suddenly saw Shang Lu raising the bow in his hand and shooting an arrow at him.

"Did this man really see me? He was not affected by the fog?"

The storyteller was startled at first.

But then he sneered again.

"You want to shoot me from such a long distance? Who do you think you are? Hou Yi who shot down the sun?"

The storyteller didn't believe at all that Shang Lu's arrow could hit him.

In his opinion, Shang Lu's arrow was more of a way to vent his anger.

It is a manifestation of impotent rage.

"You can't shoot me, but I can let my story and the character I created kill you! Even if I can't kill you, I will injure you severely to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

The storyteller opened the script with a grim look on his face, picked up his pen, and was about to write down the new developments in the story.

At this moment, the storyteller caught a glimpse of a flying bird out of the corner of his eye. It fell from the sky and flew towards the arrow shot by Shang Lu at a high speed.

When the arrow reached its highest point and was about to run out of power, a bird caught it and carried it into the air at high speed, flying towards the storyteller.

"what?!"

The storyteller was stunned.

Then he saw clearly that it was not a flying bird that caught the arrow, but a wooden kite.

"Gongshu's wooden kite? So you found me with this thing?"

The storyteller suddenly realized, and then he sneered.

"Use a wooden kite to catch an arrow? You're so smart. Even if the wooden kite catches the arrow, how can it hurt me? Can this wooden kite shoot arrows?"

He had just laughed twice when he suddenly saw a brilliant golden light burst out from the arrow held by the wooden kite.

This golden light did not look like blood or witchcraft power, but the power it exuded made the storyteller feel uneasy.

"Om-"

At the same time, a witch pattern on the arrow shaft was also activated.

"Whoosh-"

This arrow was actually fired again.

The sound of breaking through the air was like thunder, sharp and piercing.

This shows how fast and powerful this arrow is.

"How is this possible?!" the storyteller was shocked.

He could never have imagined that arrows could be shot like this!
He tried to hide in a hurry, but it was too late.

This arrow is not only fast, but also emits terrible power, which can affect the area within several feet.

The horrified storyteller could only tear a page from the book in this panic.

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood onto it.

The ink was stimulated by the blood, instantly activating the character recorded on the page.

"boom--"

Rolling ink, like a dark cloud, flew out from the page of paper.

As it surged and turbulently, it transformed into a demon with three heads, six arms, a green face and fangs.

It was exactly the image of the Demon-Suppressing County Lieutenant that he had fabricated!
This fake Demon-Suppressing County Lieutenant roared and raised his six arms, trying to block Shang Lu's arrow.

"boom--"

The arrow carrying magic power and divine light collided heavily with the fake Demon-Suppressing County Lieutenant and exploded violently.

The huge energy fluctuations instantly crushed the six arms of the fake Demon-Suppressing County Lieutenant, turning them into a foul-smelling patch of ink.

The arrow shot by Shang Lu was delayed for a moment because of the obstruction of the fake Demon-Suppressing County Lieutenant, and failed to hit the storyteller, but hit a big tree instead.

"boom--"

The big tree exploded with a loud bang, and the broken wood shot out in all directions like hidden weapons.

Although the storyteller dodged Shang Lu's arrow, he could not avoid the rain of broken wood and was instantly injured.

Fortunately, they were all superficial injuries, and although they looked bloody, they were not serious.

Having suffered a loss, he didn't dare to stay here any longer and ran away in a hurry, while trying to cast a spell to destroy the wooden kite that was following him.

"puff--"

He had just picked up the pen and was about to write on the storybook when several small figures rushed over and cut several cuts on his body like sharp blades.

"paper man?!"

The storyteller cursed.

He saw clearly that these paper figures also flew down from the wooden kite.

Gongshujia’s wooden kite can actually be used like this?
That boy has really made great use of the wooden kite!

The storyteller had no time to deal with the wooden kite, so he could only think of a way to deal with these sharp and swift paper figures.

And in the river below.

After Shang Lu shot an arrow at the storyteller, he rode straight onto the black cloud and called out, "Uncle Huai!"

Uncle Huai, wearing a bamboo hat and a mask, stood on the deck and stretched out his hands towards the shore where the storyteller was.

With a flash of green light, Uncle Huai's arm turned back into the shape of a branch and continued to grow longer, like a single-plank bridge extending to the shore.

Without Shang Lu's instructions, Heiyun immediately knew what to do.

It raised its head and let out a series of neighs, then spread out its four hooves, rushed onto the single-plank bridge, and ran towards the shore.

Although this "bridge" is very narrow and the wind and rain on the river are very strong, the black clouds are moving fast and steadily.

In an instant, it came to the end of the "single-plank bridge".

This place is still some distance from the shore.

But the black cloud did not stop.

It used the force of the forward rush to leap out directly.

But this leap was still a little short of the required distance and he failed to reach the shore.

Just as the black cloud was about to carry Shanglu into the turbulent Yinlong River, a reef suddenly emerged from the water.

Shang Lu was well prepared. With a surge of blood and energy, he landed accurately on the reef with a black cloud.

Heiyun and he also have very good cooperation.

After landing on the reef, he immediately pushed hard and jumped up again.

So he jumped onto the shore.

Shang Lu patted his horse's head and urged, "Go up the mountain! Quickly! Don't let the thief get away! Capture him and I'll buy you some good wine!"

Heiyun spread his hooves and ran wildly, making a whistling sound from his mouth. It was unclear whether he was saying "the thief can't escape" or "prepare the wine for me".

(End of this chapter)