The disciple of the Qiao family somehow broke an arm, and the blood was ticking down his shoulder, but his eyes were full of wild gaze. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThere were two corpses lying horizontally in front of him, this was originally a person, but he didn't know what sharp blade was split from the head, and it was smoothly turned into two pieces, and in the environment of dozens of degrees below zero in the north, it didn't take five minutes to freeze through. Before the dark red blood could slip far, it was frozen on the ground, and then large snowflakes covered it.

"Tenryu Babu? It's such a strange name, it's all dead, it's really hypocritical. The disciple of the Qiao family turned around and walked to the military vehicle parked in the same place, looked at the soldiers who died in the cab, and turned out the walkie-talkie in the car to ask if there were any people around who could still come to work.

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Compared with the Qiao family, the disciples of the Hu family are much more miserable, they are not good at fighting, but when they have to fight to the death, the courage and wisdom that burst out also allowed him to barely escape a death catastrophe. But on the other hand, there are a lot of wounds on the body.

In addition, the Hu family's escort was not livestock, but a number of prisoner carts. The people in the car, including the driver, were unconscious on the side of the road, and there was a scantily clad woman lying not far in front of the Hu family's disciples, but at this time she had already turned into an ice lump, covered with bloody eyes the thickness of toothpicks, and she was frozen like a sugar gourd with syrup, dyed very evenly. Only Hu Jiadi's body was also covered with blood, and there was still a trace of blood when he coughed. But the eyes have never been brighter, and the kind of soul refinement brought about by the experience of killing is a rare experience.

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Yin Dongmei sat almost naked in the snow, and every breath was swallowing out a thick white mist in front of her, and there was a small child floating in front of the white fog, but her voice was like that of an adult: "How do you feel?" ”

Yin Dongmei took a deep breath and let the cold breath fill her chest, with a slight sense of satisfaction on her face: "Very good, really good." But master, I can't move at all. ”

"Cherish it, child, I have a feeling. Soon this world will no longer fit our existence, and you have to work hard to learn to be an ordinary person. ”

Yin Dongmei didn't seem surprised, and said, "Okay, I'm studying hard." Sister Zihan doesn't need help there? ”

"Let's go, the road to the future is getting closer and closer, and the door will be opened. Everyone has their own way, and if they can't go through, it's fate, go their own way, kid. ”

"Good. Lend me my divine power to help me! Please ask the master to come up. Yin Dongmei's voice echoed in this world full of ice and snow.

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"Isn't it Tenryu Babu? How are there only seven kinds? Zhao Zihan said intermittently, and the whole person looked a little sluggish.

"Hehe, how can the high white department be in the same column as us? That's not where people are supposed to be, and you don't know much. The stupid monk of Akabe is dead, and if it weren't for the suppression of Blue and Aobe, it would have been swallowed up a long time ago. The law of the jungle, you know? The real place of existence is not the jungle, but between people, as it is now, and the winner is king. ”

"There's no useful news, it seems that you are really tight-lipped." Zhao Zihan smiled contemptuously, as if the wound was involved, making her smile a little distorted.

"What do you want to know? There's an enchantment here, and it's impossible for you to get the word out. I've always been generous to a dead man. The woman squatted in front of Zhao Zihan, stretched out her hand to pull her hair, and even picked up the clean snow next to her with it, and used it to wipe the blood stains on the corner of Zhao Zihan's mouth.

"Are you so sure I'm going to die?" Zhao Zihan asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, the sad sword wheel is something that hurts yourself first and then others. So how can you live if your heart is broken? I'm a kind person, well, always have. The woman said lightly.

"It seems that you are not from the red, blue, and green departments, right?"

"Giggles, giggles~~" The woman covered her nose and chuckled: "How could it be?" Sure enough, you still don't know too much. Tianlong Babu, the white department is high, the green department has few friends with the woman's self-respecting character, and the blue department is a group of scientific madmen. Only Akabe, who has good combat effectiveness, can't raise his head by a burden. ”

"What do yellow, green, orange, and purple mean?"

"You want to know?"

"Hmm."

"Hee-hee, why should I tell a dead man? Anyway, I'll drain your soul, so I won't tell you. Obedient ...... Die! The woman was still smiling lightly in front of her, but when the dead word came out, her face became extremely hideous.

Zhao Zihan looked at her coldly.

Watching her hands grasp her Heavenly Spirit Gai like claws.

Will it die?

No!

The people of the Zhao family would never die so aggrieved!

"You forgot one thing! Sad sword wheel, go! Suddenly, three sword lights appeared out of thin air in the middle of the two people, each of which was ten times more condensed than just now, like real iron, piercing into the woman's eyebrows.

"Impossible!" The woman shouted loudly, but it was too late. Her hand almost touched Zhao Zihan's forehead.

Zhao Zihan turned over, poured out a breath of turbid air on his back to the sky, looked at the suspended shocking drum with his eyes, and said softly: "Thank you." ”

"Don't you know that there is a saying in this world that uses the power of magic weapons? Silly is stupid, but I still understand something. It seems that the matter of C City is not something that is planned by the white department. This is a matter of competing for merit, well, it may have something to do with some guys who are not human beings in her mouth, but it is definitely not what Ye Yi and Yang Guang said. Is this a coincidence? Will it be that simple? Zhao Zihan was lying on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

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"These people are puppets! Be careful, don't fight hard! Uncle Wine repelled his opponent again and retreated.

Uncle Jiu, the four living half-immortals, and the Yin mother-in-law cautiously resisted every attack, narrowing the scope to the door of the warehouse. The pressure in the sky is increasing, and the thunder is getting more and more intense.

No one knows what is fighting with the masters, but without thinking, they can be sure that it is definitely the best kind in the world.

But in the circle of Huaxia, such people or creatures are cultivating or retreating, so are they foreign enemies? A foreign enemy who understands the history of Chinese civilization, or is it not one?

Who said clearly?

Wen Yi clenched her palm, and in her palm there were three ancient coins left by Xiaoqi Xiaoyu when she was ascending, which were her magic weapons, which could be attacked without mana, but each ancient coin was a one-time consumable that only had one chance. It was Xiao Qi and Xiao Yu who left Wen Yi to use for protection.

Now these three ancient coins are stained with the blood of Wen Yi's fingernails piercing the palms, and each one exudes a slight fluorescence.

How long is it left? Wen Yi didn't dare to look back at Yang Guang, it was about to get dark outside, but the sacrifices did not come, and even the door was blocked by some strange people, along with masters like Granny Yin and Uncle Jiu, they seemed to be helpless.

Wen Yi wants to kill! The urge to kill everyone to save Yang Guang.

Like a devil, tearing at her heart.

Biting the corner of his mouth, the scarlet blood, with a fishy smell, flowed back into his body down his throat, making Wen Yi endure it again and again, believe them! Be sure to trust them!

If...... Only...... That's all there is to it.

Rumble!!!

Just as Wen Yi was thinking, suddenly there was a loud bang on the roof, like an explosion, and the iron roof shook and trembled.

Then, the aura of the great immortals was pressed down like a huge grinding disc.

A weak voice appeared in Wen Yi's head: "Little girl, are you ready?" ”

"Ready." Wen Yi hurriedly replied, her eyes looking around, trying to find out where these great immortals were.

"They're coming. Adjust your mindset. ”

"Yes. I know. Wen Yi nodded solemnly and sat cross-legged beside Yang Guang again.

Outside the warehouse door, the things that originally entangled Uncle Jiu and the others began to retreat, and then as if they had never appeared, leaving only a mess on the ground, as if to prove it.

After about ten minutes, the first car appeared in the warehouse's field of vision. Zhang Lu, who had been hiding in the warehouse, shouted loudly when he saw it: "I'm back!" They're back! ”

Uncle Jiu and the others hurriedly walked out. It was Yin Dongmei, and she rushed back with the convoy first.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zihan, the disciples of the Qiao family, and the people of the Hu family also dared to come over. Everyone had wounds on their bodies, and the exhaustion and embarrassment of their bodies proved that they were not having a good time either.

Wen Yi didn't have the heart to comfort them, and quickly assigned the work.

The soldiers, leaders, and wounded were all mobilized, and the Dharma platform was quickly built, and the great immortals urged their divine power to move Yang Guang to the center of the altar. A large number of livestock were brought into the warehouse.

The prisoners in the cart were also driven to one end of the warehouse, chained together, and they did not understand what they were doing and why they were here. But as death row inmates, they seem to know that they are going to be terminated here.

"All the men, all the men around the altar, and all the women except me went out. The female prisoners also went outside for the time being. Wen Yi said.

Everyone followed Wen Yi's instructions, and the leaders also wanted to go out, but Wen Yi stopped them: "You are also standing on the edge of the altar." ”

"You! We are not involved in these things. The chief of public security spoke.

Wen Yi looked at him coldly, and then said lightly: "How can such a thing be done without you?" I need your official and national fortunes. ”

Mayor Sun patted the public security chief on the shoulder and said, "Stay, maybe this is the only responsibility we can take at this time." ”

The Hu family, the Qiao family, Uncle Jiu, and the four living half-immortals, each holding a sharp knife soaked in cinnabar, began to slaughter the living creatures according to Wen Yi's arrangement, and a large amount of blood flowed into the center of the altar along the pipe laid before the altar, and there was more and more blood under Yang Guang's body.

Wen Yi swayed her body, and what she was holding in her hand was the amazing drum in Zhao Zihan's hand, dancing strangely with the sound of the drum.

Each drum beat made the blood in the center of the altar jump once. Strangely, on such a cold day, the blood showed no signs of clotting, as if it was flowing in the veins, and the center of the altar was like a huge heart, beating with the beat of the drum.

For a moment, it gives the illusion that the entire altar has come to life.