Chapter 112: Cloud Tribulation Moon

On the night of the City of Innocence, the night was as thick as an inkstone, so deep that it could not be dissolved. A thundercloud drifted out of nowhere, and the sound of thunder was more terrifying than that of the hyenas in the wilderness, and the outer city was almost unheard. The dark clouds dissolved the ink, and even the blood moon that appeared in the sky in the second half of the night was obscured.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the thick night is just enough to hide many things.

Outside the city of innocence, a group of people visited overnight, led by a man in his early twenties, who was furious. On this cold winter night, he wore only a sleeveless shirt, and a copper ring on each of his forearms, with raised buckles on the copper rings, and several finger-thick iron cables extending outward. One of the iron ropes was full of more than a dozen people, and although there were many people among them who were more fierce than this leader, they did not dare to make the slightest action against this person.

The man in the lead raised his head and said in a lazy tone, as if he had just woken up, "Hiss...... The Blood Moon is here, what is the sign in the book? It seems that the last time it appeared was in the era of the King of the Four Phases, right?"

The man rubbed his chin, and his sleepy-eyed pupils suddenly startled.

"It's a coincidence, my thundercloud has robbed this month again, and the person the old guys were looking for more than ten years ago turned out to be here. Hawkers, my task is not here, let the old man deal with this mess, I don't know if they see the right expression? But it's okay to go and take a look. ”

The man turned to the prisoners behind him, who were trembling slightly in the cold wind, and said, "I have something to deal with, so you are waiting here for me to come back." ”

The man said lightly, and everyone in front of him nodded in a pecking manner, not daring to have any complaints. After the man finished speaking, his figure turned into a ray of lightning and disappeared at the gate of the innocence.

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Compared with the poinsettia, the Yuelai Inn opposite looked much more deserted, and in one room, the guests did not sleep or light candles, but drank the slightly cool tea in the cup by the moonlight and the reddened charcoal glimmer in the darkness.

"Don't drink this herbal tea if you're cold. ”

One of the guests pressed the hand of the guest opposite him, and the guest who was touched by his hand felt only a wisp of silk slid over the back of his hand. If it weren't for the fact that both of them knew that both of them were men, I am afraid that in this dimly lit room, if they were unaware, they would be afraid that they would be touched by this touch.

Qin Shoucheng nodded, withdrew the hand holding the cup, stretched out his mouth and exhaled a breath of hot air, rubbing against each other, and his palms became a little warm. His brow furrowed suddenly, and the scarlet rays of the moonlight cast in the sky were caught in his eyes.

"Qingsha woke up?" said Xue Dingde's voice from the opposite side of Qin Shoucheng.

"Well, I woke up, much earlier, and he used the Buddha's ...... He also used up the butterflies I left in his body. Qin Shoucheng paused and said.

After the moonlight threw that wisp of scarlet into Qin Shoucheng's eyes for only a breath, it disappeared behind a dark cloud, and the night instantly became thick as ink.

"Hmm, there's a terrible person here, I don't know why he came?" Qin Shoucheng looked at the thunderclouds in the sky that were so low that they were almost pressed down, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Tianji Camp?"

"Heavenly Destiny ......"

"That's really unbelievable, I can't let the three little ones come around, I'm going to bring the children back. ”

Qin Shoucheng flew out of a ghostly butterfly in his hand, soaring up to nine heavens, and the moment he entered the thunderclouds, a ray of thunder was like a dragon king in the sky who used clouds and rain, destroying the ghostly butterfly. A trace of worry rose in Qin Shoucheng's heart.

"You go, of course, it's the most reassuring, pay attention. ”

Xue Ding smiled charmingly, cast Qin Shoucheng with a clear look, and the footsteps gradually disappeared into the corridor. When he walked out of the Yuelai Inn, his unparalleled face was already hidden by a hideous rakshasa mask.

Of course, he knew the real meaning of Qin Shoucheng's words, asking him to "pay attention" was not to pay attention to safety, if even Xue Ding needed to pay attention to safety, then it was a situation that required all the ten annihilations in this inn to be dispatched together. "Attention" is to remind Xue Ding that the person who came was very and disguised his identity.

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The crematorium, tonight's incinerator burned extraordinarily vigorously, the fire spread from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, until the inner city Xingtang came to check the fire, but did not find out, the person who took care of the incinerator was not negligent in his duties, but before the fire spread, he was taken out of the heart by a sharp claw. This fire, along with this thundercloud, has buried many hidden secrets of tonight in the world.

Under the fire, the bones were intertwined in a clearing, and only a pitch-black figure frantically threw the wind blade in his hand into the black smoke in front of him.

He had two wolf heads, more than eight feet long, every black burr was as sharp as a needle, and his claws were as sharp as a sword, but the pupils of such a revered monster were filled with instinctive fear. He didn't hesitate to use the true qi in his body, frantically condensed the Dao Dao Wind Blade, and frantically threw it in the direction of the perception that gave him so much fear.

It turns out that there is another life in this crematorium. In the black smoke, a figure ran wildly, and every wind blade, when it was still half a foot away from him, was actually avoided by him to the limit. This figure seems to be stacked with two shadows, below it is a thin figure, and above it seems to be a squatting behemoth, this behemoth also seems not very real, it seems to be a real shadow.

"The wind came from the left, and the left leg was bleeding. A heavy and indifferent voice sounded, and the small figure at the lower end of the two figures responded, the calf of the left foot suddenly bulged, and a strong force suddenly burst out from the calf, and the two shadows quickly flew away to the right, and a wind blade slashed at the original position of the shadow's left foot.

"Qingsha, it turns out that the soul that has always been stored in my body is actually a big cat. The voice of the small figure contrasted sharply with the other voices, and it seemed crisp and immature.

"Lean over and burn blood! These vile human blood can barely be used temporarily. An indifferent voice came from the larger figure, ignoring the disrespect for the so-called humble human being in the small figure's words.

"Why did you get into my body? Don't you have a body? Are you dead? Are you an undead? Are you a male and female?"

"Do you want to die?" the indifferent voice also brought a hint of irritation, "I will mention this later, now you only have to do what I say, otherwise it will be a shame to be planted in the hands of such a humble person." ”

"Isn't it a loss of cat?"

"Roar!"

The two figures stacked up walked over the pile of corpses, and the little figures spilled a little blood on their bodies, and when they fell on these corpses, these corpses seemed to be ignited, and the blood in their bodies that had not yet cooled became active as if they obeyed the order.

"In the realm of desire, we not only control the weakness of human nature, this is desire, but also the master of blood, this is killing. Using your blood as a medium, you can assimilate your blood and use it for your use, or you can invade other people's bodies, killing people invisibly. Clotted blood as soldiers. The Great Phantom shouted, his words full of undoubted majesty, and as soon as he spoke, he was as majestic as commanding the ruler of the world.

In such a dialogue between words and words, listening and doing, just like a teacher teaching children word by word, one person teaches on the spot, and one person learns and sells now, and the original broken body of the small figure is actually forced to deal with the wind wolf for more than ten breaths.

The little figure felt the guidance from the "cat" on his shoulder, and gradually mastered the so-called "assimilation" blood, and in his white eyes, there seemed to be endless blood on the dead corpses of the leopard gang, as if floating in the wind, and they had a trace of connection with themselves because of the black blood they had low.

The flames on the mountainside are raging, and the corpses are on the hill below, and the blood-colored demon flames are also burning. The blood-colored flames gradually became condensed, and the corpses quickly dried up, turning into white bones. And those blood qi also condensed into a five-meter-long blood spear.

The wind wolf looked around for the kid who had been trampled under his feet but had accidentally escaped, and suddenly a red light and shadow flew from the smoke. The wind wolf subconsciously stretched out his claws to block it, but he never expected that the blood spear would be unimaginably big. He was like a mantis blocking a car, and he was knocked out by a shot.

At this moment, the large and small figures in the stealth and smoke also drilled out the smoke, it was a white-eyed young man, and on his shoulder was a tiger sitting in the air like an ink painting.

That person was Su Bai, Su Bai's palm was weak, and his left hand was pointing at the throat of the wind wolf, and the tiger behind him also made the same action, but it really held a five-meter spear in its claws.