Wild Deer Village

This used to be a village for herding red deer, but later because of the soaring price list of deer antlers, red deer were often poached, and the people in the village gradually moved out of here, and over time it became an empty village.

Now, the long-abandoned Yeluzhuang has quietly welcomed more than a dozen rare guests.

Dressed in a hooded black robe and hooded, this group of guests haunting the Wild Deer Village was exactly dressed like the Silver Sect members who had intended to sacrifice to Xiadu City before.

The black-robed people walked in the Yelu Village, and it was pitch black in the abandoned village, but these people seemed to have the ability to see at night, their steps were light and almost they could not hear the sound of footsteps, and they walked freely, skillfully avoiding the obstacles in front of them.

Walking all the way to the courtyard where red deer were originally slaughtered in Zhuangzi, these dozen black-robed people stood silently in the courtyard, without saying a word, quiet like statues.

After waiting silently for a long time, the medicine mother bishop with a black cat in his arms appeared.

"I've seen Lord Bishop!"

As soon as the medicine mother appeared, the black-robed people present pressed their hands on their eyebrows and saluted her respectfully.

Yin Hong's gaze swept over the black-robed man in front of him, and the medicine mother said softly: "What about the burial wood?"

"Back to the bishop, the bishop of the burial wood has urgent matters to do, and it is estimated that it will be there later. One of the black-robed people stepped out and answered the medicine mother's question in a low voice.

"It's all this time, and what urgent matter could be more important than retrieving the holy relics. Could it be that he wanted the archbishop to invite him personally?" stroking the black cat in her arms, the medicine mother spoke coldly, and seemed to have a lot of opinions about this burial wood bishop.

Before the medicine mother's voice fell, a slender man suddenly appeared on the eaves on the left.

A little bit of his feet jumped down from the eaves, and the man rubbed an inch-long jade-handled carving knife in his hand, his face was plain, but his eyes shone with a striking edge.

"Hua Yanluo, this bishop is just a little late, so he won't make you so dissatisfied. The inch-long carving knife swirled in his hand, and the bishop named Burial Wood looked at the Medicine Mother with a sneer.

The black cat in his arms made a threatening sound at the burial wood, and the medicine mother caressed it: "This time to recapture the holy relics is a task ordered by the sect leader, if something goes wrong, you should know what the consequences are." ”

"You don't use the sect leader to press me, Hua Yanluo, you are no longer the archbishop, so don't put the archbishop's score here.

This time to recapture the holy relics is under the personal command of the empty elder, you and I have to listen to his old man, his old man has not spoken, what is the matter with you. In his words, it was revealed that the Medicine Mother had been the archbishop.

After stroking the black cat's hand, the medicine mother's breath surged slightly, the skirt of the red wedding dress on her body began to shake, and the surrounding area was even more colorful miasma rising for some reason.

"Let's do it, okay, let me see how much foundation the former medicine king Yama still has. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the miasma around him, and he smiled, and took off the black gloves on his hands, revealing the back of his hand engraved with the mark of the ghost's head with long hair covering his face.

Seeing that the two bishops were about to make a move, the black-robed sectarians on the side cried out in distress, wanting to stay away from here, but they were afraid of the colored miasma around them.

"Yin Sacrifice Method: Cold Coffin!"

The three fingers each lit up a Yin Sacrifice pattern, and the burial wood took out a piece of wood the thickness of a finger from the beginning, and the carving knife in his hand turned into an afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, a mini and delicate coffin lay quietly in the palm of the funeral wood.

"I wish you a good dream~" smiled at the evil intention of the medicine mother, and threw the small coffin in his hand to the ground with a flip of his palm.

Clicks–

The ground shook, and a coffin exuding a strong cold feeling suddenly squeezed out of the ground, and the coffin was closed on all sides, and the medicine mother was about to be sealed in the coffin and buried alive.

Indifferently looking at the coffin lid that was about to close completely, a drop of blood gushed out from the medicine mother's fingertips and was about to be fed into the black cat's mouth.

Boom –

A loud bang rang out suddenly, and a terrifying and huge figure brutally smashed through the wall and rushed into the courtyard.

smashed the cold coffin that was about to be sealed with one palm, and the terrifying figure stretched out his big hand, grabbed the carving knife in the hand of the burial wood, and forcibly took it off from his hand!

"Controlled knives, confiscated!"

"You...... I ......"

Looking at his right hand in amazement, the burial wood face was angry, and the long hair on the back of his hand covered his face as if he had come to life, slowly twisting his neck.

With the surging blessing of the powerful force, the body of the burial wood began to swell, and in the blink of an eye, it skyrocketed to more than five meters high.

But when he looked up, the person who had snatched his carving knife was still taller than him!

Grinning and revealing snow-white fangs, Xiang Yuan smiled gently, suppressed his still swollen body and said, "It's okay, you continue, I'll wait for you." ”

"You ......" his expression was completely gloomy, and the ghost head on the back of the burial wood hand had moved to the center of his eyebrows at some point.

"Enough!"

Just as a big battle was about to start, an old voice calmed down the angry burial wood.

The old man who was still wearing the hat and the fish basket hanging from his waist and his face hidden in the shadow of the hat slowly walked out of the corner.

"Yanluo, this is the helper you are looking for?"

Slightly raising his head and glancing at Xiang Yuan, the old man turned sideways and asked Yao Yuan.

"Yes. The Medicine Mother replied.

"Welcoming the holy relics is our first priority, and the matter between you will be welcomed back to the holy relics, and you can toss whatever you want. His gaze stayed on Xiang Yuan and Fu Mu for a moment, and the old man said, "But if something happens because of you, then don't blame the old man for not being merciful." ”

Thunder flashed in the sky, and in an instant of white light, a terrifying ghost face that almost obscured half of the sky looked down at everyone in the courtyard.

Feeling a chill, everyone did not dare to make a sound.

The old man left, and the tense and stagnant atmosphere eased a little.

Squinting at Yao Mu and Xiang Yuan on the other side, Fu Mu asked for his carving knife in a deep voice: "Give me back my knife!"

"Okay. ”

Readily agreed, Xiang Yuan held the carving knife and handed it to the burial wood.

Staring at the carving knife handed to him, Fumu reached out to take it, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he met the pair of eyes that contained a rolling red black light.

"Take it. ”

Holding the carving knife to death, Xiang Yuan's body was full of airflow, and his body was also expanding unconsciously, and the muscles of his body were wrapped with transparent power.

Looking at Xiang Yuan, whose face was blue and black, the burial wood was as heavy as water, and he looked at the carving knife in front of him and suddenly jumped onto the roof: "It seems that the face of the archbishop, I will not fight with you today." ”

Put the knife in your place first, and when this is over, I will come and get it myself!"

"You don't want it. He took the carving knife back and looked at it carefully, this carving knife was quite finely made, the blade was full of white frost, and the jade of the handle was delicate.

When he didn't practice martial arts as a child, he also learned carving for a while, but then he didn't have time to practice martial arts, so he never touched it again.

Now that I have such a good carving knife, I can pick up this interest again when I go back.

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