There are too many difficult things to understand in the world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A pair of eyes saw that they were full of understanding.

Because I didn't understand, someone asked.

"Why are you helping him?"

The sky is cloudy, the clouds are conniving at the wind, the wind is howling and the rain is asking, and in this question, all the peace and harmony that had been here have been obliterated and disappeared.

Gone.

Even if you decide to 'kill,' then why keep the false tranquility?

Is it used to mock oneself, or is it used to mock oneself?

As the most primitive and pure place in the world, it wakes up the fastest, it knows how to abandon and release the most essential temper together, and it is furious.

And now?

The confusion about what he saw made it even more puzzled.

It's anger.

Then what you see now can almost be understood as unpleasant to the eye, and Qi Neng can endure the question, which already means that he has a lot of content and a lot of cultivation.

Wait.

The sky is dark and the clouds have been waiting for a long time.

The dark clouds and the wind have been waiting for a long time.

The wind and rain have been waiting for a long time.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughing vocals.

After waiting for a long time, Qi finally didn't wait in vain, a self-deprecating chuckle sounded, and a cold voice flowed in the lightness, and she whispered, "I want to go out." ”

One word.

A reason.

Just after that, the voice disappeared, just as the man who spoke also disappeared.

"Boom~~. ”

The sky is long, and the thunder explodes.

Hearing the fearful man's timid reason, the thunder roared in the air, which undoubtedly made his heart grow angry, but he was not out of order.

Whisper.

Sizzle.

"Is that all?"

Not satisfied, it's too easy to explain your doubts in one sentence, not to mention that in Qi's opinion, someone who should be very rational would make such a stupid decision, which is really incredible.

The man was timid and afraid.

In the dark clouds in the air, except for the wind and rain, thunder and lightning, there was no other sound, no other color, as if the cowardly had really disappeared.

Have it?

The voice is timid, but the man will not regret it.

Although the guy didn't say anything, the man must still be hearing, and Kai is very sure of that.

"Hehe~~. ”

She laughed self-deprecatingly again.

Soft smile and sneer, after waiting for a long time, it was Qi's coldness, and his voice couldn't help but sound slightly: "Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Consequence?

Know?

What are the consequences, and what should people know?

The man is still there.

The people here must have their own reasons, even if they are selfish, that is also a reason, Qing Li's voice was rising, and she said: "They can't live a few anymore." ”

Reason?

I'm afraid that's what makes people who want to go crazy decide to go crazy.

Because you can't live a few, you just decide.

"Haha~. ”

This reason fell on Qi's ears, and he almost went crazy, laughed, and roared, "But it's better than being enslaved." ”

Sound break.

This time there was no waiting.

"I just wanted to get out. ”

Bang.

A woman's voice, this is the voice of determination.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind is gentle, and everything is quiet.

Silence, enlightenment silence.

The dark clouds are silent, the wind is silent, the rain is silent, the thunder is silent, and although the world is quiet, everything that should continue is still going on quietly.

"Hey~~. ”

Sighs, helpless sighs full of helplessness.

"I can't stop you. ”

Kai's words, Kai is more like talking to himself.

Silently weird, everything continued as usual, Qi talked to himself again, and said: "Dead is dead, this world is not good, and other places are also not allowed, even if you detain his most original things from me, but the cycle of life and death, you can't block it, let alone change it." ”

Sound.

Earnestly teach.

But the man really felt as if he had left, and there was no response.

She may have gone far.

"Hehe~~. ”

Kai laughed alone.

Crazy women are the most terrible, especially women after sadness and despair, this terrible can be described as multiplied, multiplied, and the infatuated goddess of Weishan is such a typical example.

She may not have gone away, but she was hearing.

Whispering in silence: 'How do you know without trying.' ’

But give it a try.

The flying silk thread in the sky is faintly red, it is a trace of red, this red is like the light of the sky, the moment it appears, it instantly captures everyone's attention.

No. 1 in the world.

Sheng Sushuang, his eyes fell on the red line, his face sank half, his heart was half hot, and he smiled in his heart: "No. 1 in the world, I'm afraid it's the No. 1 in the world." ”

The human eye is obsessed.

Yingdu Palace, Moon Emperor, Chu Xin.

She had seen that red thread, and she was no stranger to this red thread.

Red line.

There are stunned, but among them the red is more angry.

These angry eyes came from a Zen monk, and at the moment when the red thread appeared, at the moment when the red thread wandered into the Buddha's light.

The power of the Buddha is as if you have fallen into a quagmire.

The Buddha's light is like a turtle, squeezing inch by inch, climbing minute by minute, and when the Buddha's light climbs to the squeeze, the world will basically be swallowed by Gu Jun and them.

"Hmph~~. ”

Buddhism is benevolent, how can such a thing happen?

A Zen monk snorted coldly in his mouth, the Jiuxi Demon Pestle was slightly raised, the secret scriptures in his mouth continued, and the whole body of the Demon Pestle was surrounded by gorgeous and holy Buddha light, and suddenly the Buddha light suppressed by the red line rose back and struggled, although it was still very slow, but there was hope.

Although there is little hope.

But people work hard.

"Whew~~. ”

A person's stubbornness is so lonely, a Zen monk is too thin in loneliness in front of this red line, and the Buddha light scattered by himself is trying to climb and squeeze, but what about the red line?

Swing around.

It's gone.

Swing around.

It appeared.

It's so amazing and terrifying, it appears directly in front of the eyes of a Zen monk, this is not a good sign, the monk frowned, and immediately freed a pair of palms the size of a fan and slapped it towards the red line.

The trapped beast is still fighting.

Dying.

How did the red thread grasp, the empty shadow under the palm of the hand, which had no other color except its own flesh white, where did it go.

"Hum~~. ”

The trembling of the Buddha.

The sorrow of the Buddha.

This waiver did not come from anywhere else, but it was precisely the Jiuxi Demon Pestle that appeared in a Zen monk, where it was an important reliance for the monk to save the world.

Buddha dyes red threads.

Not a good sign.

This really doesn't bode well.

It can be seen that at the moment when the red line was wrapped around the Jiuxi Demon Pestle, the Buddha light struck out by the monk suddenly withered and softened.

The Buddha's light dimmed every minute, and all of them were imprisoned and subdued by the turtle.

"Amitabha. ”

People are helpless, so they chant Buddha.

The priest is chanting the Buddha.

And he must know very well that the Buddha is too busy and too helpless, and the Buddha at this moment can't take care of the world, and he can't take care of himself.

"Haha~~. ”

Happy, happy.

Madness helps to indulge in happiness.

Gu Jun laughed wildly, a pair of eyes fell on the gray face of a Zen monk in triumph and scorn, and roared in his mouth: "Bald donkey, I said you couldn't stop me, now, you better go and bury the world you care about, you go to die first, and they will arrive later." ”

Proud.

Furious.

In Gu Jun's view, a Zen monk is undoubtedly a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh, and his appearance is undoubtedly to grab his own prestige, and he is even more here to rob his own name as the first in the world.

So how do you tolerate him?

When Gu Jun laughed out loud, the eight formations of minions he had evolved were already waiting for an opportunity.

"Whew~~. ”

Like a serpent, the color of greed.

The faceless head, with only rows of teeth like mosquito needles, was showing off its might, shaking its arrogance and ugliness in the gale.

But it cannot be denied.

Those needle-like teeth are real.

The moment it rushed out of the ground, it flew towards the face of the monk and the whole body of a Zen, like a snake and a ghost.

"Amitabha. ”

The Buddha is decadent.

The Buddha is frustrated.

The person who recites the Buddha has slowly closed his eyes in the continuous Buddha name in his mouth.

Instead of watching the world die, it is better to take the lead in them, enter Huangquan Road, take care of everything, and let them go on the road with peace of mind.

Monk.

A monk of great compassion.

"Die. ”

Gu Jun's roar, Gu Jun's anger.

In his roar, the mosquito needle tentacles had already rushed to the front of the monk with their teeth and claws, the teeth had been deployed, and the probes were erected.

Target, skull.

The goal, the body.

"Hiss~~. ”

Pounce.

Piece by piece, piece by piece, so big piece by piece.

Wide-eyed.

Surprised face.

Gu Jun was not mistaken, those pieces were the tentacles that he was proud of stealing the world, they broke their wings in the wind, and they were cut into 'them by a trace of red light in the air. ’

The monk closed his eyes and waited for death.

This is not his method, this is precisely the method of the Red Line Heavenly Maiden.

Gu Jun's thought is not the wish of the red line.

"Giggle~~. ”

Holding back, even if there is anger in his heart, then Gu Jun has to learn to hold back, he has no other way out, he only has this way out, there is no doubt that his honor, the red line does not allow him to touch the monks, and he does not want him to touch Yingdu City.

Heaven and earth are so big.

I don't want it here.

Those tentacles inserted into the ground are more than one, and the roots are like rain, but they are also greedy mosquitoes, they set out from the ground, explore all the desires of their masters.

Greedy.

Bihua leaves, shining butterfly shadows, dewdrops into the dripping hanging tips.

Be quiet.

"Poof~~. ”

The sound of flapping its wings is the sound of a butterfly flapping its wings and leaving in the wet jungle, but its departure is indeed not startled, and the dew drops that want to hang on the tips fall and break into the dirt.

"Hiss~~. ”

Visible sound.

The sound of the fluttering butterfly was in its sight, and in this small sound, it saw the dew strangely being swallowed back into the blue leaves.

What we see now is just the beginning.

Magnify.

I saw the dew return into the leaves, I saw the leaves scorched gray, I saw the branches withered, and I saw the trees withered and yellow.

Terrible.

The butterfly that fluttered its wings felt deeply frightened, and quickly raised its eyes, and instantly found that it was not the tragic state of a tree, but the magnified wail of the entire forest.

Afraid.

"Whew~~. ”

Butterfly vibration.

"Whew~~~. ”

The scared butterfly, non-stop, striving, flapping its wings with all its strength.

Run, run, hide.

"Hey~~. ”

Death sneered and said, "Come down, you can't hide, I have emptied a hell for you, waiting for your arrival from afar." ”

Hell is everything.

Demonic tentacles don't do anything.

Life is enough.

Person?

Life is enough.

The eyes are pale, the cheeks are pale, and all the eyes are black, withered black, burnt black, the only color, and the paleness sees the only black.

"Giggle~~. ”

His teeth trembled, and his knuckles were white: "My country?"