The golden dragon of luck was eyeing and exuding endless coercion of luck, it had no intelligence, everything was instinctive, because it felt threatened, that fear that was enough to be destroyed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dongcheng District, a simple and dilapidated courtyard, blue-gray bricks and stones vicissitudes and old, at the entrance of the courtyard, a pair of stone lions washed by the rain became blurred, grinning teeth, violent, like a guard that has not changed for thousands of years.

At the gate, on the almost top of the door frame where the red paint fell, a plaque hung on it, the plaque was square, and the words on it were clearly visible.

"Infinite An"

This is a temple, and its name seems to be a Taoist temple.

"How is it?" Li Mingyang looked at Guo Tian anxiously at them, it was obvious that they could do something in ten minutes, but they were delayed for nearly half an hour, if they continued like this, they would be discovered by the capable people in Wuhan City sooner or later.

Guo Tian looked as usual, but there were huge waves in their hearts, they thought that this was just an ordinary task, but no one expected that this was a decisive battle related to life and death.

When they heard that the target they were going to deal with was not people, but luck, they were already stunned, what was luck, ethereal, difficult to catch, if it wasn't for Liu Meng here, they really thought that Li Mingyang had lost his mind.

They are also monks, although their cultivation is not high, but they are not ignorant, but at this moment, right in front of their eyes, a formation map is real, and they are arranging the formation.

"There's one last direction left. Guo Tian looked at the formation diagram, pondered for a moment, and said.

"Hurry up, we're running out of time. ”

Li Mingyang was about to speak, but Liu Meng, who had been sitting in the courtyard, suddenly spoke, revealing a solemn expression.

So, Li Mingyang urged again and again, Guo Tian and the others were not refutating, and their hands moved a little faster.

"It's done!"

Finally, after a few minutes, Guo Tian and the others breathed a deep sigh of relief, looking at the horizontal and vertical trajectory lines on the ground, and the starting point of each pattern had a crystal stone as a hub, connecting the various inflection points.

Not far away, Liu Meng's slightly closed eyes opened suddenly, and the two eyes pierced the void like sharp swords, and the momentum was amazing.

Under the gaze of everyone, I saw Liu Meng flick his fingers with both hands, and a streamer flew out from his fingertips and rushed towards the formation.

"Blood!" Li Mingyang and the others exclaimed in surprise, quickly shut up, didn't dare to make a sound, they saw clearly, it was a drop of blood, the blood drops were crystal clear, like the most brilliant ruby, exuding a little bit of luminescence.

In the face of this drop of crystal blood, Li Mingyang's eyes showed fanaticism, although it was only a drop of blood, it made them feel the restless spiritual power fluctuations in their bodies.

This is a drop of essence blood, which belongs to the blood of the monks who have cultivated to the above level, and it is also the most precious essence blood, which is very important for a monk.

After a long period of practice, a small number of people go through all kinds of dangers and become congenital monks, congenital, congenital, and have the spiritual power of heaven and earth to quench the body, squeeze out the impurities in the human body, wash the marrow and exchange blood, and recreate the body.

After being promoted to the congenital, the whole person will be flawless, full of vitality, life expectancy, pure blood, and the human body is comparable to an elixir.

It is precisely because of the congenital strong that although there are many acquired monks in this world, there are very few people who can jump into the dragon gate and become congenital strong, which can be called rare.

From this point of view, from the fact that the Nanjing Nationalist Government sent Liu Meng to personally command this mission, we can see how important this mission is, and if it fails, the consequences will be very painful.

Li Mingyang and others also understood this, so when they knew that this mission was personally led by Section Chief Liu Meng, their hearts were already hanging by a thread.

That drop of essence blood was as bright as jade, clear and flawless, and it seemed to be a streamer in the air, and it fell in the middle of the formation in an instant.

"Ten thousand evil arrays, get up!"

Liu Meng shouted, raised his hands towards the void, and saw that the crystal stones on the ground emitted a cloud of ghostly light, and then, the moment the cloud of ghostly light appeared, it shot out a black mang, and instantly densely covered the formation pattern.

When the last formation pattern was completely covered by the black glow, all of a sudden, I saw a violent wind suddenly rising in the courtyard, rolling up countless dust leaves, and dark clouds covering the sky, blocking the rising sun.

In the sky, dark clouds and strong winds covered the sky and the sun, as if a storm was coming, making the heavens and the earth feel a sense of oppression.

In the city of Wuhan, countless people are looking up at the sky, dark, whistling, just cloudless sky, but at this moment it has become black clouds covering the sky, stretching out their hands and it is difficult to see the five fingers, the scene is shocking.

The black clouds overpowered the city, and everything could not be seen, so everyone hurried to return to their homes, closing their doors and waiting for this coming storm.

On an unknown road leading to Wuliang'an, Nie Yun stopped, looking at the sky with a somewhat solemn expression, the dark sky, low and depressed, the evil qi of the Dao Dao was condensed in the black clouds, huge and incomparable, very terrifying, it can be said that these dark clouds are actually evil qi.

"Good means. Nie Yun frowned, then grinned and said, "However, it's getting more and more fun." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure appeared in place again, disappearing into the night.

In the city of Wuhan, in an unknown courtyard, an old man looked indifferent, took a sip of tea, looked carefully, when he put down the cup, the tea in the cup did not move, and the old man did not move, as if time and space were still.

"Old acquaintance?" for a long time, the old man whispered, and the ancient well was silent.

In the west of the city, in the Yanming Martial Arts Hall, a middle-aged man who was sitting firmly on the high hall was not angry but mighty, and when the black clouds suddenly rose, he suddenly raised his head and looked out the window, revealing a dignified look.

In the Wuhan National Government, in a hidden building, several old men frowned, looked at the paper map of mountains and rivers in front of them, muttered to themselves, and showed trembling voices.

"Chaos," an old man muttered to himself.

"Reborn from destruction!" another old man whispered.

"One mountain can't accommodate two tigers, one will die, one will die!" An old man with silver hair said in a trembling voice.

“……”

Inside the Wuliang Nunnery, Liu Meng's expression was calm, looking at the madness of the Ten Thousand Evil Arrays that swept the heavens and the earth, he didn't speak, just silently watched all these changes.

Suddenly, there was a low groan from the Ten Thousand Evil Array in front of him, and a vague figure gradually appeared, flickering and dimming, very unstable, like a broken candle in the wind, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

"The grace of nurturing, if you don't report it at this time, when will you wait!" Liu Meng shouted, his eyes suddenly looked at the dozen teenagers, his eyes were full of coldness and ruthlessness.

Li Mingyang and the others were shocked, they didn't know why, they didn't know what Liu Meng was talking about, they had been shocked by Liu Meng's series of methods.

However, just when everyone was puzzled, they saw Liu Meng's gaze sweep, and the eyes of the dozen or so teenagers froze instantly, and bursts of drums sounded, making everyone uneasy.

Poof!

Blood poured out like rain, spurting out from the chests of those teenagers, turning into lines of blood, converging into one strand, and injecting into the Ten Thousand Evil Arrays that emitted ghostly light.

Under the eyes of everyone, a bloody hole was broken in the chest of the teenagers, and the beating hearts continued to burst out of warm blood, which directly made Zhang Yufei and the two women pale, and Li Mingyang and Guo Tian were also frightened, and their eyes towards Liu Meng became more respectful.

More than ten teenagers are dying!