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Using the evil of the world to break through the red dust is barely relevant, so small problems are just small problems, not effective attacks, just annoying.

The camouflage attached to those people seemed to be full of flaws in Wei Zhao's eyes, and the flaws were not enough to describe their clumsiness. Let's put it this way, Wei Zhao would rather be more reliable, so that it can still be eye-catching. What now? The surroundings were full of Gongliangzhi, and Wei Zhao stood in it, but he felt that his blood pressure was rising, and the roots of his teeth were itchy.

The black-clothed Gongliangzhi hugged the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy Gongliangzhi, but the disguise did not erase the flesh and feet of the Dinglu boy. The face of the young Gong Liangzhi occasionally showed the smile that Wei Zhao remembered, but his lower body was still like a snail, slowly carrying the two of them forward. The black-clothed Gongliang was not so strange, there was nothing wrong with him at first glance, but his face occasionally seemed to fade, revealing a piece of old man's skin.

Gongliangzhi on Luo's upper body hugged Gongliangzhi who was wearing tulle, if the disguise was exquisite, Wei Zhao would have accepted it as a strange benefit. However, the flat chest exposed in the tulle will suddenly reveal a pair of meat balls when you take a few steps, and put them together with the faces of Gongliang to the point of not being feminine, creating a terrifying visual effect. In the same way, his head flashed from time to time, and a shiny, scarred scalp appeared in his jet-black hair. The scary thing is that when this kind

No, it's all here, and you can't suddenly burst out and kill people. In such a dangerous place, you can't close your eyes, let alone insert your own eyes.

Wei Zhao's hand couldn't help but increase his strength, until the Gongliang Zhi in his arms was pinched and snorted. Wei Zhao reluctantly withdrew a little strength, listened to the beast in his heart, buried his head in Gongliang's neck socket and took a deep breath, wanting to get a little comfort.

Gongliangzhi had a little soaphorn smell on his body, as well as his own smell, which made Wei Zhao think of it...... Thinking of Gongliangzhi. Yes, it's so uncreative, not to mention that "Gongliangzhi" is already a separate label in Wei Zhao's heart, he will feel that "that person's eyes are a bit like Gongliangzhi", or "this flower blooms like Gongliangzhi is smiling", "Today's spring breeze is a bit Gongliangzhi", but he doesn't often feel that Gongliangzhi looks like anything.

It's a pity that the flowers and the spring breeze ignore him, and the genuine Gongliang is silent, staring straight ahead, staring in one direction. Gongliang didn't mind seeing the pile of people in front of him, but he didn't look at Wei Zhao, as if he had become a monster who would kill at a glance. Wei Zhao knew that "small problems" also happened to Gongliangzhi, and after a little contemplation, he could guess who he was in his eyes.

Also, he thought, he saw that he was full of fakes and good, and he wanted to tear their faces. Thinking about it with his heart, Gongliang Zhi saw his fake, and his heart was naturally very upset.

"The second battle is coming!" The old ghost of Yunjiao suddenly shouted.

Before he finished speaking, the quiet passage just now suddenly became lively.

A huge turquoise tree rose from the ground, and countless vines with the thick mouth of the bowl flew in all directions, full of spikes. Hundreds of extremely sharp sword phantoms covered the passage ahead, ready to attack at any time. Bright red flames rose from the ground, and the air twisted in the heat. Yellow sand falls from the sky, and the gravel is overwhelming, which can cover the nose of the mouth. There was also a large black water pouring in from one side of the passage, and the road through it made a strange creaking sound, instantly corroding and blackening marks.

The five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth gathered together, and there was no obstacle between each other, and they did not restrain each other. The old ghost in the front of the cloud horn faced the cyan giant tree, and the body of the snail boy in his arms was flattened, blocking the two whips, and the body deflated like plasticine. The old ghost of Yunjiao puffed out his mouth, spat out a mouthful of white flames, burned several branches that were drawn towards him in one fell swoop, and also rushed up the giant tree along the branches. However, as soon as the flame touched the trunk of the tree, it disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, two more vines grew from the trunk.

Several other demon cultivators also showed their own magical powers, but Wei Zhao didn't fight with these visions from the beginning, and the black feather took a few attacks, and flew towards the loess that attacked the Yellow Armor Venerable. The black mist came out in unison, rolling the yellow sand upwards upwards, revealing a chestnut passage two people wide in the middle. Wei Zhao was about to take Gongliang to the fit and pounced, and a sudden change occurred.

The yellow sand was like an angry creature, closing back several times faster than expected. The sand and dust stabbed at Wei Zhao and the two like knives, and at the same time, the passage actually shook to the side, swallowing the Huangjia Venerable and Qing Meiniang, who were originally not far away. The two disappeared into thin air, and the passage closed.

The five elements of the great array are accompanied by each other, and the visions in them are inexhaustible, and only by finding the passage in them can we pass through this array. Wei Zhao frowned, but she didn't expect that the road that Qing Meiniang had walked in the original book would still make her go again. The levels behind each passage are different, and he originally planned to replace the two of them step by step, but now it seems that he can't take this trick.

As soon as the passage behind the yellow sand disappeared, the sand and dust in the sky were like a fierce horse without reins, and it became even more violent. The other demon cultivators not far away also saw the doorway, and they all only defended and did not attack, trying to find the passage after the attack. The more the passage disappeared, the more powerful the remaining Five Elements attacks here became, Wei Zhao no longer picked, and simply turned his head and rushed towards the black water not far away.

They plunged headlong into it.

The navy blue passage was like a bubble, clinging to their body. Wei Zhao only felt as if he was being stuffed into a tube, going around and around countless pathways. I don't know how long it took, but my eyes lit up again.

There is no water under your feet, stepping on the solid ground, there is no black tower in the sky, only an endless sky. Wei Zhao and Gongliangzhi stood in the water town with blue tiles and white walls, and saw two figures in front of them.

One person was dressed as a scholar, with a scarf on his head and a white cloth coat, and grabbed the other's hand and did not let go. The other was dressed in a red wedding dress, uncovered with a hijab, with his head bowed, shaking his head in disobedience. The two seemed to be talking fiercely, not softly, but the onlookers couldn't understand a word. It's like lying on the table in the shadow theater to take a nap, half-asleep and half-awake, the narration in the background turns into an incomprehensible white noise.

It's really a shadow puppet show.

At first glance, the two figures looked like ordinary people, but when you looked closely, you could find that whether it was a scholar or a bride, all of them had no faces.

Wei Zhao looked at the whiteboard-like faces of the two people, and said in his heart Sure enough, it is not the same as the level that Qing Meiniang experienced.

Gongliang took out the array plate with his hand that was not grabbed, and it didn't take long for him to frown. "A plausible puppet array." He said, "I can't find the eyes." ”

"Let's keep looking." Wei Zhao pouted at the stand-like wooden board under their feet, and stretched out the handle of the knife, which was blocked by the invisible wall, "I'm afraid I can't get out now." ”

Gongliang snorted, looked up at the two of them, and didn't turn his head from beginning to end.

At this moment, the two men had finished talking, the scholar brushed his sleeves away, and the bride hid her face and wept—of course, that is, she wiped her bare face with her sleeve, and it was as pompous as a singing. Then the scene turned, and the bride put on her hijab and sat down on a flat boat.

The effect of the scene transition is also quite bizarre, as if to remind them of the drama, the two people in the audience do not move, the background in front of them rolls like a curtain, and a river turns in front of them. Outside the plank, there were dense figures, all faceless. Wei Zhao and Gongliangzhi stood in the first row and saw the boat in which the bride was sitting being pushed towards the center of the river.

The surface of the water gradually rolled up, and a large, ominous reflection of the blue blue of the river appeared, and the bride in the boat slowly floated towards it. The people around them knelt down and danced with joy in their tones. Suddenly, a man squeezed through the crowd and rushed into the river.

It was the scholar at the beginning, with two large planks tied to his feet, and he didn't sink all at once when he ran up the river. The bride's boat drifted not far away, and the scholar caught up with it in a few steps, jumped on the boat, picked the bride up, and threw her to the shore.

All those who had fallen to their knees stood up and shook their fists angrily, as if to throw the bride down again. The shadows in the center of the river are already boiling, and something is about to burst out of the water. I saw that the scholar shouted something, turned his head, and swam to the center of the river.

He swam not long before he sank, and the river returned to its tranquility. The agitated crowd fell silent, looked at each other, and soon dispersed, leaving the bride to weep at the water's edge.

"It's moving!" Gongliangzhi looked at the array and whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene suddenly changed. The light dimmed and brightened, like a curtain hanging down and then opened, and when they could see things clearly, there were scholars and brides pulling and pulling in front of them, the same as at the beginning.

"And now?" Wei Zhao asked Gong Liangzhi.

"It's not moving again, it's exactly the same as before." Gongliang to dignified.

"So what does that mean? Light for us to watch the play? Wei Zhao said, "You can't just look at it and not move." ”

As he spoke, a wisp of black gas hooked outward, and this time it successfully stretched out, and the vase on the background was knocked to the ground by the black gas and shattered. The scholar and the bride jumped up in shock, looked left and right, couldn't find the initiator, and hurriedly separated.

"This formation is not complete, I'm afraid that some conditions will have to be triggered to show the formation eyes or birth doors." Gongliang groaned, "Isn't it to stop the tragedy? ”

In the blink of an eye, they were at the river again, and the crowd was about to push the boat. Wei Zhao glanced at them a few times, and the black qi rushed out in an instant.

Different from the wisp used for the test just now, this time the black fog covered the sky and the sun, and simply caged everyone on the shore. There was only a clattering sound, and everyone's wooden heads were crushed.

"You!" Gongliang was shocked, turned his head to look at Wei Zhao, and as soon as his gaze met him, he reflexively shifted, as if he had been caught by fire. When it was fixed on Wei Zhao's face again, Gongliang regained his composure and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing?" ”

"Stop the tragedy." Wei Zhao said as a matter of course, "Kill them, don't you have to worry." ”

The surviving bride couldn't wait for someone to push the boat, so she took off her hijab and looked at it, covered her mouth and began to scream. The scholar rushed out, frightened by the corpses all over the ground. When he got up tremblingly, he looked left and right for a moment, but still rushed to the bride, held her hand and ran away.

"Look, isn't that a good ending?" Wei Zhao said with a smile.

"More than 300 people died!" Gong Liangzhi said, "The things in the river are still unscathed, and there may be more victims in the future, what is the good ending!" ”

"A lover will eventually become a family, the best ending." Wei Zhao said nonchalantly, "Things like the river god marrying a wife are more hateful than the river god water ghost who wants to eat meat when he is hungry, and the person who throws his compatriots into the river in exchange for a good harvest." What about three hundred? 330,000 seeds, the same can be killed. Besides, isn't it a puppet? ”

"But I forgot the name of the ghost call." Gongliangzhi laughed at himself, "Is there anyone still alive in Wangjia Village?" ”

"It's gone." Wei Zhao said frankly, "I'm too lazy to convince the Dao Chief, and the Dao Leader can't convince me." ”

"It's a pity that it's the owner of the secret realm here who has to be 'convinced' now." Gongliangzhi raised the array.

The array disc moved slightly.

After the light was dimmed, Yiqiē reset again, and even the vase stayed where it was. Wei Zhao lowered his face, and Gongliang pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "It seems that the master of the secret realm doesn't listen to Your Excellency's this. ”