Chapter 200: Master, Huangshan opened
The disciples of Bitanzhuang would not have thought that the battle of Huangshan had not yet begun, and the life of their owners would be required.
Although Li Wuxin’s age is already high, he has gradually revealed some old ways, but if he is not shackled by this evil door, the meridian is retrograde, why shouldn’t it be so violent.
A few silences, Bitan Zhuang, a piece of Tsing Yi, have squatted.
The mourning sounds, everyone is lost. The disciple who had to settle with Nangong’s account also refused to take care of it. He cried and climbed back to the old Zhuangzhu’s side, tearing his tears with his sleeves and tears.
Suddenly, the huge enchantment in front of Huangshan made a shrill scream, and Jiang Yan changed his face and sighed: "Come personally fill in the position of Li Wuxin, otherwise we will all die here today!"
Xue Zhengyi simply turned back and shouted: "Yu Heng! Come and take the handle!"
Chu nightning does not need them to say the second time. What he is best at is the technique of enchantment. The whistling is the curse left by the phoenix evil spirits. It can touch this layer of curse, indicating that the elders are ripped apart. The enchantment barrier is not far away, and it can be completed. If it can't be done, this curse will be reversed. There is a force to relocate the mountains and reclamation. I am afraid it will be more difficult to escape than the robbery of Confucianism.
He immediately swept away, his eyes as sharp as a bayonet, waving his sleeve and raising his hand, slamming into the empty space left by Li Wuxin.
When I touched it, Chu night was shocked and immediately went to see Huang Xiaoyue standing next to him.
"..."
He saw Huang Xiaoyue sweating all over his head, his body trembled, his face flushed red, and it seemed to make the power of the nine cows and two tigers in the game of power - the other heads obviously think so. However, Huang Xiaoyue deceived others, but he deceived the enchanted master Chu Yuning.
When Chu Ning received the burden of Li Wuxin, he immediately felt that the anti-killing power of this position was extremely fierce. That is to say, Li Wuxin had just suffered the evil of two heads. This kind of situation is rarely seen in this kind of joint force, and in this case, there is only one possibility that the next-side operator has not given any power at all -
Huang Xiaoyue is actually just pretending!
Chu night Ning angry, black eyebrows cold vertical, sigh: "You ... how dare to play!"
"What, what..." Huang Xiaoyue gasped and gasped, and the whole person seemed to be dying and dying. The surrounding heads heard the movements, but those who had spare energy also looked at them.
"What is the guru saying...what is the drama..."
"What do you play in your own heart! Don't you give me a roll?!"
Xue Zhengxuan couldn't help himself, and said: "Yu Heng, what are you murdering against the ecliptic? You can't say anything when you see him. What's wrong with it? Open the enchantment and talk about it!"
Huang Xiaoyue’s eyes drifted, and he only stunned Chu’s night, and he was shocked by the chilly scorpion that was so cold.
He didn't have the strength to open the phoenix enchantment. The reason why he rushed to help, just to fight for a face, afterwards, let the upper repair circle know that Jiang Dongtang's strength is still there. He still has two brushes for Huang Xiaoyue.
Unexpectedly, Li Wuxin, a pustule, couldn’t afford the evil of two people. He was actually stunned by the phoenix and died directly next to him. If he died, he would be the one who filled his position.
This is a smashed Chu Zong teacher!
Huang Xiaoyue's greasy face is covered with sweat. These sweat beads are no longer hard to come out, but cold sweat. He is constantly sweating.
He is thinking, what should I do?
At the end of the crisis, Huang Xiaoyue made a sigh, slammed his tongue, and a **** sputum, he let the saliva mixed with blood to seep in the lips.
"Guru... It’s really a misunderstanding of the old man... After Li Zhuang’s main withdrawal, the old man is really...more...more...
He coughed up sharply and coughed **** stars.
"The old man really can't stand it..."
Where will the Chu nightning be fooled?
Li Wuxin and Huang Xiaoyue, the strength of these two individuals is stubborn and weak, so there is no need to say more, if both of them do their best, how can the first fallen person be Li Wuxin?
He sullenly swayed his sleeves and asked one hand to ask for the day. He slammed Huang Xiaoyue over a dozen feet.
"roll!"
"Ah!!"
The disciples of Jiang Dongtang were surprised and rushed to the wall.
There are also many people who glare at the night of Chu: "How does Chu Zongshi not make sense?"
"The ecliptic is doing its best, why do you say that the whip is a whip, and you can lose your temper when you lose your temper!"
"Look at yourself to have the ability, so bully people?!"
These anger and shouting words, Chu night Ning Ruoxing, his chest is full of anger, a pair of Ling Li Feng Yan almost flashing the color of frost, perhaps the red light of the enchantment reflected in his eyes, his cowardly even a little scarlet.
"Give me a roll."
The sound is not loud, but it is extremely gloomy.
Anyone who knows a little about Chu's late night knows that he is angry and scolding, and there is still room for discussion, but once he becomes the present state, it is cold and oppressive. Then no one can stop him.
Who stopped, and when asked about anger, I am afraid I will have the life of that person.
Xue Zhengqi murmured: "Yu Heng... What happened..."
"Huang Xiaoyue, do you really want to open the phoenix enchantment, do you have half an inch?" Chu Yuning’s hand on the enchantment even provoked the anger by the anger, "Li Wuxin can't bear it by your side." At the time, did you really share too much for him?!"
"what are you talking about!"
The female disciple of Jiangdongtang screamed.
"We all vomited blood, and you actually said that he did not try his best? Is it necessary to see that he is as dead as Li Zhuang, are you satisfied?"
Chu night Ning black eyebrows and blazing, is about to say again, suddenly in front of the Tongtian enchantment sent a general, violent fluctuations. The palms of the heads of the hands were wrapped in a blood-red light.
Jiang Yan immediately said: "God! The last layer! Just tear it!"
"..."
Chu Evening had no intention of arguing with the group of madmen. He looked back and condensed himself, and his hands were placed on top of the enchantment. The majestic spiritual power was filled with raging flames and violently placed in the crack. A loud bang.
Earth shakes.
The phoenix enchantment splits a huge gap, which is eight feet high and can accommodate five people side by side.
Xue Zhengxi said: "Opened! The enchantment opened!"
He was close to the rip, and immediately probed to see it, but he couldn’t help but feel a black and red sigh of relief. He couldn’t help but scream: “How is it so stinky?!”
Other monks also refused to take a look at Bitanzhuang and Jiangdongtang.
The mysterious abbot of Wushang Temple is the most sensitive in this way. When the rosary is turned in the hand, he sighs: "It is the land of corpse. The corpse and resentment on this phoenix mountain is probably more than we think. many."
Jiang Yanyin said: "It seems that Xu Shuanglin’s passing the street mouse is really nestled in the broken hill." He said as he turned back: "Everyone listens. Before the injury, hey, no. Used, pretending."
When he said that he was pretending to be pretending, the sly scorpion passed through Huang Xiaoyue, who was lying on the ground, and then sneered at the slightest invisible.
"These people are all staying at the foot of the mountain. The rest, follow me up the mountain."
Xue Meng saw that the night had entered the crack, and immediately he was eager to keep up, but found that the ink was not on his side. He looked around and found a commotion in the place where Nangong was located. It turned out that after the grief of the disciples of Bitanzhuang, the hatred became more and more, and they all wanted to find Nangong. Although there was an enchantment that Chu’s late fall, even in this case, Nangong was still surrounded by a group of twisted faces, and each bright red tongue was cursed and reviled.
Xue Meng anxiously said: "Ink burning, what are you doing there? Everyone is going up the mountain, keep up!"
"You must go first, protect the teacher and the teacher, if there is no support, immediately fly to report me."
Xue Meng had no choice but to leave first.
At this time, only the people of Bitanzhuang and Jiangdongtang were left at the foot of the mountain. The ink burned his eyes back from Xue Meng's back and said: "I know the mood, but the sword score is not the work of the Nangong Gongzi. If you want to liquidate, at least wait until you catch Xu Shuanglin."
"This is two things, Xu Shuanglin, Nangong, or one can't escape!"
"Yes! They both have to pay the price!"
Yan Ming is considered to be somewhat sensible in these people. He is red-eyed and swearing: "Mr. Mozong, now you are a master. Your master is also a master. Are you two masters, so that you are guilty of sinners? ”
Ink burning: "I only want you to talk about the public. If you really want to make this thing clear, you should send Xu Sulin and others to Tianyin Pavilion after the matter has subsided. The big sects have been discussing each other to make justice. Now that I am rushing up, I plan to smash a man who is not going to fight back. What is it?"
Description: "..."
Someone shouted: "What ten sects? Nine! Confucianism can still be a martial art?"
Yu Ming suddenly said: "It's eight." There was blood stain on his face. After wiping it for the teacher, he wiped his tears and left it on the face. The blood stains made him look very ugly and very stunned." It is eight sects....Bi Tan Zhuang is also without the Lord."
"Brothers..."
He did not care for the sorrows of the younger brothers, and turned his head slowly, watching the smoldering: "After the battle of the celestial division, the master said that the sorrow of death is still a fair sect. Now it seems that he is wrong. You guys."
Ink burning: "..."
Yan Ming asked: "Mr. Mo Zong, you must protect the two beasts of Confucianism today?"
If the ink burned has not yet been answered, I heard the Nangong hoarse and hoarse: "The ink burns, you go away."
The leaves are half-baked in the side of Nangong, and it is really difficult for her to help him. There is no crying, no help, but the voice is also dumb: "Mu Gongzi, go up the mountain, this matter has nothing to do with you."
On the side of the burning side: "When you worship my master, is it Baibai? Since it is my teacher, how can I have nothing to do with me?"
Nangong Temple: "You -"
The ink burned and turned to look at the face of Yan Ming. At this time, he was already more than the people of Bitanzhuang. The disciples of Jiang Dongtang also looked around.
Under the support of two female disciples, Huang Xiaoyue was stunned. He gasped, rolled his eyelids and scorned the ink. Then he left the two disciples, and the dead wood fingers slammed a little, saying: "The old man has been immersed in the justice of the upper class since childhood, so he can sit and watch!"
The ink burns cold and cold: "The ecliptic is really a model of the upper repairing world. It has just been lingering, and a scent of fragrant and kung fu is not enough. It can actually stand up and jump up and start to do the heavens. I admire."
"You - cough and cough!!" Huang Xiaoyue seems to be extremely angry and attacking his heart, coughing his chest and fainting. The play was very full, but the ink burned and even the eyes were too lazy to marry him.
The Tsing Yi of Bitanzhuang and the purple clothes of Jiangdong Hall made a group of three people together, step by step, but no one started. Everyone knows that this trick falls, it is difficult to cover the water.
Yan Ming said: "Mr. Mozong, I will finally ask you again. Do you really let it go?"
"what!!"
The ink burned yet to answer, and suddenly a sharp voice came from the front, and I didn’t know which woman was repairing it. Then a bunch of fuzzy black-grey mudstones rushed from the enchantment gap of Huangshan Mountain. Out.
Huang Xiaoyue said: "What? Landslide?"
The ink burns and narrows your eyes.
Not a landslide.
The crowd quickly became clear, and they all sighed.
From the crack, there is a wave of zombies burnt into coke! ! These zombie arms are glued to the arm, the flesh is sticking to the flesh, and they are still drinking thick water, barely able to see some of their faces.
"Wow--" Someone couldn’t stand it anymore, bowing and vomiting.
"This is also disgusting for his mother..."
"Is this something on the mountain?"
"How many dead bodies should there be?"
The smoldering was also a shock. At this time, a heavy muffled sound was heard in the sky. The enchantment that several elders had just torn apart, actually moved again at this moment, slowly, seemingly to close-
This enchantment is actually self-healing! Not long after the tearing, it will close again, preventing more people from entering it!
The ink burned anxiously: "Go up the mountain first, and then complain back. Xu Sulin is on the mountain. Isn’t this the culprit not to catch?"
The people in Bitanzhuang hesitated, but Huang Xiaoyue did not need to sneer and said: "The masters of the whole world are almost all on the hill, and they can't catch Xu Shuanglin. But the two small dolls of Confucianism are slippery, running with The mud is as fast as it is. If it is misplaced, there will be no chance in the future."
"...Huang Xiaoyue." The ink burned anger, the red light flashed in the hand, and the ghost was called out. "Are you enough?!"
More than a hundred people in front of him, see him summoning the gods, all pulled out the blade, lifted the weapon, and stared at him with extreme caution.
In this case, I can’t escape a fierce battle. I don’t have anything to do, but according to the thoughts of these people, I am afraid that I will count my own battle today into the gimmick of death...
However, at this time, he suddenly heard a cold voice behind his voice.
"Please go up the mountain, Nangong is waiting here, never flee."
Huang Xiaoyue said: "It’s easy to talk to a little doll. Why do you believe in it? If you can’t really make it to be a prisoner, if you don’t leave, you won’t leave?”
Nan Gongyi looked at him coldly and stood up from the ground. Then he raised his hand and then threw the leaves to the enchantment set by Chu Xiening.
"Auntie!"
This enchantment, only the people inside can go out, but the outside people can't get in.
Nangong Temple stood alone and slowly pulled out his own sword. The bright sword light, one inch and one inch, illuminates his face.
Chin, lips, nose tip.
Eyes.
Ye forgets that he has understood what he is going to do, hammering it on the enchantment and shouting, "Don't be fooled!"
"When the ancestors set up the school, they had the training: grievances, murder, murder and robbing, it is my Confucian gentleman who can't do it." Nangong said, "My father is not good, I have this training. But I am twenty-six years old." Although there is arrogance, I have never been tempted. These seven cannot be done, I am worthy of my heart."
With a bang, the sword is like a running water.
"No!"
The ink burned also knew what he was going to do. He tried to solve the enchantment set by Chu Yuning, but the enchantment was firm and it could not be eliminated for a while.
He muttered: "South Palace..."
Nangong Temple did not go to the leaves to forget the past, but also ignored the ink. He said: "Today, the kings refused to believe me, and I have no other way. Fortunately, I learned the technique of imprisonment. Therefore, please don't be innocent. I am in Nangong, painting the land as a prison, waiting for you to return."
"Namong!!"
The sound is not gone, the blood is arrogant.
The sword of Nangong Temple was nailed into the ground for a moment, and there was no soil.
At the same time being nailed to the ground, there is the left hand of Nangong Temple -
He actually nailed his hand, like a seven-inch snake, to the ground. The sword was on the thunder and the curse of the curse was turned around.
Ye forgets the time and she squats before the enchantment.
The blood of Nangong Temple ran down the hilt and stained the ground.
No one can see the expression of the leaves, she hung her face, only one hand clung to the enchantment of the brilliance of the brilliance, the knuckles roots pale, sly.
This is a cursed beast, a smashed ghost, and a curse of the animal. The masters of the upper revisions will be used by almost everyone, and everyone can know.
Nangong used this curse and nailed himself.
His painful lips were blue, and he couldn't stop, but he didn't cry. After a long time, he raised his face, his eyes were scarlet, and he had a word.
He said: "Go."
"..." There is very little time when the ink is burnt and cannot be said.
In the past, only the leaves have been done.
In this life, he saw the people who Yeh’s favorite.
He used to be confused about where Ye Zhongxi had liked Nangong, a girl who only wanted to look at her face, like a beautiful girl, and had no brains.
But at this moment, he saw another leaf forget.
Kneeling, insane, blood, but in the bones.
Nangong Temple.
"Go!" Nangong yelled. "What else is not at ease?! Want me to nail my legs to the ground! Go!!"
Yu Ming was the first to turn around.
He returned to the head of Li Wuxin's body, and organized the body of the head to be solemn, hugged, and went back.
"Brother!"
"Brother, don't you stay?"
"Sister? Are we leaving like this? Is it necessary to let them go like this?"
Yan Mingdao: "What are you going to do? I don't know how long I have to play on the mountain, so that the head is lying on the ground like this, even the individual face is not there, wait?!"
The disciples of Bitanzhuang looked at each other and they lowered their heads one by one, no longer snoring.
When Ming Ming walked to the side of the ink and burned his shoulders with the ink, he said, "Mr. Mozong, you remember what you said. After this war, we will see you."
"Fortunately. There is also Tianyin Pavilion in this world to be able to preside over justice." There is a red eye of the individual, which is the disciple who spit out the sorrow and sorrow, and he is behind the brothers, and there is no hate. Will act impartially, so that our teachers can pay attention."
"Ink burning, Nangong 驷... you wicked people, you are waiting! You will all have retribution. Let's die!"