When Yan Buli pierced the throat of the female demon with a sword, his neck suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he immediately understood why Jiang Mochou was laughing so weirdly.

The Ghost Sect's reversal of the universe* is at the cost of burning the soul, transferring all the damage to the other party.

His unexpected blow was tantamount to a hole in his neck.

Sunlight poured down from the top of a cliff thousands of feet high, through a huge stone screen like a honeycomb full of karmines, and turned into thousands of white stars on the rock wall behind him.

With a tremble in his hand, the Qingxuan Sword fell to the ground, and the crisp sound echoed in the depths of the grotto for a long time. The hot bubbling liquid gushes out of the neck veins, making it dizzy.

The moment he fell, Yan Buli choked up and scolded: "My surname Jiang is your mother"

Jianghu Express, the disciples of Zhengyang Palace and the female demon of the ghost gate fought at the bottom of the Nine Dragons Cave. The two fought desperately for three days and two nights, and finally both died.

The news that Yan Buli and Jiang Mochou had died together spread as soon as possible, and the old and young masters who were guarding the largest gambling house in Zhongzhou Cheng were all dumbfounded.

Okay, after waiting for three days, both of them are dead, who loses and who wins?

Buy Yan said: "Yan Shaoxia hit the female devil's death hole with a sword, and his skills are superior. ”

Zhu Jiang Mo said with no sorrow: "Jiang Shouzun reversed the universe and attacked the other party, and his skills are profound. ”

"Yan Shaoxia sacrificed his life and forgot death, eliminated evil and promoted good, supported the right path, and should be a model of martial arts!"

"Jiang Shouzun knows how to repay kindness, attaches great importance to love and righteousness, and is loyal to defend the religion, and he is really a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes!"

The two groups of gamblers insisted on their own words, fighting for thick necks, red faces, and foaming at the mouth, seeing that the gambling halls of the four seas were about to be flooded by the surging tide of saliva.

Some people fight with each other, and some people watch the excitement.

Leaning on the door, a young man in blue with a full moon double knife on his shoulders smiled at the person next to him: "Sure enough, Li Ling Zhi is dizzy, and a few baht of gambling money can teach people to be shameless to such a point." ”

The brocade boy next to him lazily played a black bone mud gold fan, and said casually: "A decent hooligan, a demon girl, you have to laugh when you die, and you have to set off firecrackers when you die." ”

"Hahaha, brother Ren still understands me! Let's go, listen to the spring rain and have a drink, and celebrate and celebrate" The two hooked their shoulders and walked out.

There is an old beggar squatting at the door of the gambling hall all the year round. He has a professional white chow chow head, a standard vicissitudes of bitter gourd face, a broken pottery bowl in his left hand, a yellow bamboo pole in his right hand, and a begging license issued by the Yamen around his neck. Seeing the joy on their faces, the old beggar immediately leaned over and kowtowed: "Uncle, give some!" You will win every time you gamble, and you will have a lot of money! ”

"Yes, I'm happy to be here today, I'll reward you" A broken silver of a white flower was thrown into the bowl, dripping and turning temptingly.

Biting the silver with the only two remaining molars, the old beggar bent his back and smiled into a brilliant chrysanthemum: "Thank you, thank you!" You go slowly! ”

It's three dollars of silver, enough to sell wine for several days. It's really not possible to mix some water in the wine or some wine in the water, and you can make do with it in half a month.

Carrying his newfound possessions in his arms, he hurried to the tavern, his front feet sticking to the outside of the threshold as soon as he stepped in.

By the way, I don't know if my daughter-in-law is dead? If you die, you have to buy some rations to keep it in store.

After a fierce ideological struggle in his mind, the old beggar turned back with a stick. After begging for a bowl of hot porridge from a familiar restaurant, he turned a few dark alleys and walked into a dilapidated temple in disrepair.

This temple is older than him, and the Buddha hall is covered with cobwebs and dust, and it is impossible to distinguish which statue of the god is offered in the temple. In the corner to the west, the beggars were covered with layers of thick thatch, and the straw mats were covered with dirty bedding, and a pale face was revealed in the yellowed quilt.

The old beggar put the bowl of porridge on the ground and silently looked at the sleeping woman.

"It's fucking beautiful." After holding it for a long time, I held back such a word.

The old beggar rubbed his hands, this girl is better looking than Li Daya in Peach Blossom Village! Back then, that woman didn't look down on herself, but God opened her eyes and sent me such a flower-like little lady to the old man, hehe, I envy the gang of deflated people in Nancheng!

Yan Buli only felt that his brain was groggy, and he had a sharp pain like molting all over his body. It was as if the whole person was thrown into the oil pan and fried, and a layer of chili powder was brushed from head to toe and half a catty of brine salt was sprinkled. That taste, Mo Dao No*, is worse than death.

Is it really to hell? It's so dark, Lord Hades, can you light a lamp?

A faint wheat fragrance came into his nose, and Yan Buli suddenly felt hungry, and subconsciously opened his mouth to drink.

Well, Meng Po soup tastes good, but it's a little thinner.

"Hehe, daughter-in-law, are you awake?" An old, obscene voice came from the darkness.

"Poof-" Yan Buli squirted out a mouthful of porridge.

Nima, Lord Yama has such a bad taste?!

The old beggar silently wiped the porridge on his face and grinned with a leaky mouth: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." ”

Yan Buli blinked, still unable to see anything.

What a fluke, he's still alive. It hurts, but he is blind.

"Daughter-in-law, drink porridge."

"Who's your daughter-in-law?! Lao Tzu is a man! Yan Buli roared, but he was stunned after the roar.

It's not his voice, and it's familiar

Nine Dragon Caves, Black Water Pool.

The figure on the wall, the voice is like a falling pearl: "Mo Chou is also sorrow, and sorrow turns into a river." ”

"Damn, won't you?!" Yan Buli let out a wail, but his tone was clear. Who is Jiang Mochou, who is not the female devil?

"Daughter-in-law, don't talk nonsense. How can you be a man? The old beggar looked at the woman's beautiful face and slender figure, licked his lips, and said with a red face, "Even if it is a man, I will marry!" ”

Yan Buli swallowed a mouthful of old blood: "Uncle, you are really cold." ”

The other party smiled honestly: "Hehe, let's ask for food, how can you still be picky eaters!" ”

Yan Buli burst into tears: "God, you still let me die!" ”

The old beggar hurriedly coaxed: "Eh, daughter-in-law, don't say stupid things, you are young and so beautiful, why can't you get over it." ”

A certain daughter-in-law covered her face miserably: "Perverted this hurdle, I really can't get over it"

The moon in the Yellow Spring Pond, the heart of the Biluo River is unique. Ning Shang Yan Luo Palace, Mo saw clothes like snow.

The Jiang Mochou he possessed, the people of the rivers and lakes called the ghost sorrowful.

This female demon master came out of the Biluo Valley Ghost Sect, ranking first among the four * respects, and she is full of evil skills and ghosts. She has a face like Qionghua and likes to wear white clothes, she seems to be pure and good as snow, but in fact, she is cold and ruthless, and she has killed more people than she has ever seen.

It is said that there is too much blood and visual fatigue, so it is often killed with closed eyes. ==

However, in terms of appearance alone, this Jiang Mochou is a stunning beauty. Yan Buli has a rare chivalrous name, and has read countless women, but he was still in a trance at the first sight of her.

If it weren't for a life-and-death duel, he would never be willing to destroy flowers. Who would have thought that this flower was poisonous, and death did not let him live well.

After drinking a bowl of porridge melancholy, Yan Daxia held his cheeks and fell into deep thought.

Reversing the universe is a unique secret technique of the Ghost Sect, and no disciple who is not the sect master is allowed to practice it. To be honest, no one is willing to learn such a shady martial arts, unless they come to the end of the road, no one will choose to die with others.

So Yan Buli doesn't understand what kind of grudge this female devil has with herself, obviously she just had a fight with each other at the invitation of the rivers and lakes, are you so serious and skillful?!

As the young master of the Yan family and the chief disciple of Zhengyang Palace, he has great ambitions and a bright future, his own road is still very long, and he wants to try to walk the path of others. Such a decent appearance and a debauched *-type scoundrel in his heart, he has never had a desperate plan, thinking that he can't run away, and he has the ability to let her chase it, and if he catches up, hehehe

I didn't expect Jiang Mochou to fight hard, and he was completely tired of the old lady's life, and you accompanied the old lady Huang Quanshuang to fly for a seven-day tour.

Yan Buli said that he was very innocent. He didn't expect that the sword would really stab, nor did he expect the other party to use the reversal, let alone that after he died, his soul would be attached to Jiang Mochou's body.

Now it's a good thing, she has become a woman, and she has no internal strength, she is blind, she was picked up by a beggar as a daughter-in-law, and she still lives in a dilapidated house with leaky wind.

"Well, old man, where is this?" Yan Buli asked.

"Hehe, Zhongzhou City, Huang Temple." The old beggar squatted aside, looking at the beautiful daughter-in-law stupidly, drooling all over the place.

"Where did you save me?"

"Mass graves on the outskirts of the city. You were swept up in a straw mat and thrown in the grave, and I carried it back with a breath. Were you kicked out by your husband's house? Why did you throw it away before you died? He didn't even give a coffin. ”

Yan Buli is a little strange, Zhongzhou is not short away from Jiulong Cave, someone must come to the rescue. But if Jiang Mochou still had a breath at that time, she had already been killed by the righteous path people, if the people from the ghost gate saved her, why did she abandon her in the mass grave?

And why did he possess Jiang Mochou? Is there something wrong with the reversal?

There are too many questions in my mind that need to be solved, but the top priority is to restore my skills and find someone else to find a solution.

The woman in the quilt crawled out neatly, sat cross-legged in the ruined temple, and began to vomit calmly

The old beggar didn't dare to disturb and squatted quietly beside him. The saliva is silent, and the years are quiet.

After a stick of incense, Yan Buli collapsed.

The Demon Gate's mental method is different from the righteous path, and the way the true qi operates is also very different, he hit several southern walls only to find that Jiang Mochou actually sealed half of his acupoints!

That is to say, on the day of the duel in the Nine Dragon Caves, this female demon only used half of her strength to deal with herself, and she refused to break the seal until she died, but chose the forbidden secret technique. In the end, he went against the grain and his soul was scattered

- "Mo Chou is also sorrow, sorrow turns into a river." Jiang is constantly worried, and those who break will not worry. ”

Jiang Mochou, the one who broke it.

Yan Buli opened his eyes, cold sweat on his forehead.

It turned out that on the day of the duel at the bottom of the Nine Dragons Cave, Jiang Mochou was not here to fight.

She killed herself.