Turning around and waving their hands, those who were rolling on the ground and screaming suddenly lost their sense of pain and fell silent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"Tonight, the Huangfu chicken dog will not stay. The eerie words came out of his mouth, and the temperature seemed to drop to freezing in an instant. "If anyone dares to run away, search for blood, within a thousand miles, and raze the three tribes. The second sentence is like the judgment of death, which cannot be changed.

The Huangfu family hurriedly carried the blind young man and the housekeeper on his back and fled in the wilderness. In Zhang's mansion, the scene is dilapidated and desolate, exceeding Zhang Qi's imagination. All the valuable furnishings were gone, the doors and windows were broken, the roofs were full of holes, and the paths were obscured by bleak grass.

In the empty hall, there are only a few tables and chairs left. Zhang Desheng wiped old tears and told everything that happened. At the beginning of the troubled times, Zhang's mansion was impacted, but it could barely protect itself. However, Qingzhou Mansion is located in a key border area, and the Great Liang Dynasty can let go of such a good opportunity and send troops to attack from time to time. The surname Bai in Qingzhou Mansion began to resist desperately with the same enemy as in the past, but the Yu Dynasty was in civil strife, the people could not see hope, and the people's hearts gradually dispersed. The Liang army attacked the heart and siege the city at the same time, and the soldiers and civilians of Qingzhou Mansion finally gave up resistance and chose to return to the Great Liang Dynasty.

Dynasties attack each other, human nature seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, and the emergence of surrendered state capitals is inevitable. But it was a disaster for Zhangfu, because Zhangfu was a staunch main battle faction, contributing money and people, and in the end, there would be no good fruits. Moreover, the people of Zhangfu, seeing that the building was about to collapse, swept up the money in the family one after another, and said goodbye without saying goodbye. When the catastrophe comes, they fly separately. Only Zhang Desheng, Aunt Li and a few old servants who had nowhere to go, as well as more than a dozen children who were orphaned in the war.

In the past few years, Zhang Desheng has endured humiliation and adhered to Zhang's mansion. In addition to the belief in my heart that I swore to protect my ancestral industry, there was also a trace of expectation, hoping that the children of Zhang Fu in Xianmen would come back to rescue. But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and the Zhang Mansion seemed to be completely forgotten by the clansmen.

When the flowers bloom and fall, there is no long-lasting family in the world. Zhang sighed in his heart, but there was not much sadness. Find a time to persuade grandpa, let go when it's time to let go, go to Chaojing to seek another development, doesn't the old saying say, the tree is dead, and the person is alive.

Zhang Qi listened quietly, and before he could open his mouth to consol, a loud Buddha horn sounded in Zhang's mansion. "Ah Mi Tu Buddha, which donor is the main one of the three tribes? When Zhang Desheng heard this, he collapsed on the chair and turned blue. "Late Qing, run away, run away! It was these Buddhas who killed their ancestors back then. Zhang Desheng anxiously shouted to Zhang Qi. "Don't worry, grandpa, I'm also a monk, I'll deal with it. He smiled comfortingly.

Outside the door, a monk in a big red robe sat cross-legged on a chariot carried by four people, and a small monk behind him supported him with a Dharma building, which was very magnificent. Looking at each other, the monks were a little surprised, and more disdainful. "Ah Mi Tu Buddha, a qi practitioner, speaks wildly, and sins are heavy. "How can a monk see through Zhang Qi's cultivation and still play prestige there.

Seeing that Zhang Qi still ignored him and just looked at him coldly, the monk was annoyed. "Arrest this fang, and go into the pool of hell blood. The monk ordered in a deep voice. Another monk, standing next to him, swelled his robe, leaped over, and slapped it with one palm. A blood-glittering swastika pattern burst out of his palm, and his chest was opened.

Zhang Qi raised his leg slightly, and in front of the monk, a huge footprint appeared and kicked straight at him. There was a loud bang, and the monk didn't even have time to scream, and it exploded into a piece of flesh and blood and spilled it on the ground. Everything happened in an instant, the monk sitting on the chariot, his face changed wildly, he flew up in the air, the red light of his robe flashed to protect his body, and a pair of golden cymbals were held in his hands.

"The poor monk Red Lotus Temple's disciples are clear, what sect does the donor come from, why bother Fan? The monk asked. "You don't deserve to ask about my business, get out!" Zhang Qi said coldly, unwilling to stick to right and wrong, and made a warning. But such a warning is an insult to Tongming.

Although he knew that his opponent was terrible, it was impossible for him to flee without a fight. As a disciple of the Red Lotus Temple, it was not easy for him to win the beauty of teaching and practicing in Qingzhou Mansion. Compared to the desolate prairie and Qingzhou Mansion, the offerings of mortals are much richer. Since he is the Huang Mansion, he will always come forward to help him do those shady things, which has made him improve a lot in his cultivation in recent years.

The opponent is just a qi practitioner, although the mana is weird, but he has many magic weapons, and it is not difficult to win. Tongming has been blinded by hatred, and directly sacrifices the golden cymbal, and slams it abruptly. There was no loud noise as expected, but between the air fluctuations, a visible pillar of sound waves was formed, and it slammed into it.

Zhang frowned slightly, he couldn't dodge, otherwise the gate behind him would be completely destroyed. Raising his hand at the rushing sonic pillar, he pointed out, and the mana condensed into a small mountain, blocking in front of him. This is the magic technique contained in the "Tianshu Sign": Lianshan Jue, Zhang Qi practiced in the Tuling Palace, and has Xiaocheng.

The pillar of sound crashed against the small mountain and disappeared into invisibility. At this point, if Tongming had knowledge, he should have turned around and fled a long time ago, and he could still pick up a life, let alone cause a catastrophe for the Red Lotus Temple. Seeing that the golden cymbal magic weapon was useless, Tong Ming's heart was ruthless, and he took a red wire ring from his neck, and there was only one thing tied to the coil, a blood skull the size of a thumb.

Zhang Qi felt a little evil, but he still endured and didn't take the first shot, so it was best for the other party to retreat in the face of difficulties. Tongming bit the tip of his tongue, spurted blood on the skull, dragged it in his palm, and recited scriptures. After a dozen breaths, Tongming spread his palm, and a piercing laugh came out of the skull.

A skull the size of a thumb floats in the air like a bug. "I'm hungry, I'm hungry—" The milky cry made people shudder. Tongming's finger opened, the skull disappeared instantly, and when it reappeared, it was already attached to Zhangqi's neck and gnawed.

This magic weapon was obtained by chance in a Jedi called the secret realm of the Cold Forest. After the sacrifice, it was found to be terrifying, able to devour flesh and blood, devour spiritual power, and devour the soul of the gods. Once awakened, he did not return without eating or drinking, and the master had sternly warned him to use it with caution and be careful of backlash.

According to the past situation, the blood skeleton should have already penetrated the other party's body, but I saw that the person ripped off the blood skeleton and pinched it in his palm. Tongming was dumbfounded, and finally scared, but it was too late. Zhang Qi's expression was solemn, he almost suffered a big loss by accident, this blood skeleton is very terrifying, even if it is pinched in the palm, it is still gnawing on the skin, and it is extremely hard, no matter how much spiritual power is used, it cannot be broken.

The fist was opened, and a layer of starlight appeared. The Blood Skull may be attached to it.、Evil and powerful remnant will、Starlight power is just right to purify.。 Sure enough, the blood skeleton in his palm screamed miserably, and also conveyed to Zhang Qi a desire to beg for mercy and surrender. In less than half a moment, he opened his palm, and there was a little gray powder in his palm, which drifted away in the wind. At the same time, he waved at Tongming, who was in the air and had not yet reacted.

With a scream, Tong Ming fell from the air with his head in his hands, rolled a few times, and no more movement. Under the Xuan Ming slash that Zhang Qi inflicted with anger, a person of Tongming's level has the possibility of survival.

Deep in the grassland, there is a sacred lake, and the lake is surrounded by snow-capped mountains. The water of the sacred lake is blue and wide, but the herders do not know that the bottom of the lake is blood-colored. In the depths of the lake, there are caves, and in one of them there is a large cave where many oil lamps are lit. An oil lamp flickered a few times and then went out suddenly. An elderly monk suddenly appeared in front of the lamp, staring at the green smoke rising from the lamp, and then disappeared after a few breaths.