"Don't be proud, today will be your death!"

The Elder Regiment brought a dozen elites, and Qianglu lay dead in the streets among the ashes. Despite their grief and resentment, they still retain a little faith and hope. This feeling seems to come from *** or something.

“ofts？ylds？efings？ea？ena？rvatum！”

Finally, the six-pointed star on the ground was drawn, and layers of darkness appeared. The old man recited an ancient incantation, "Come out, screaming banshee!"

"Ouch......"

A strange voice rang out, like a man and a woman, like fire and ice, like crying and crying, and the six-pointed star shone like a whirlpool. Then, two slender, near-perfect ankles were exposed.

And with the ankles down, there are two slender and full thighs, and the roots of the legs are covered with green cloth skirts... Immediately after that, Ying Ying grabbed her slender waist, her towering chest, and the face of a woman who was known as yùwàng.

It just hung upside down, as if it were attached to some kind of torture instrument and jumped out of the six-pointed star.

As mentioned earlier, the Taylorma Society's practice is to communicate with their guardian angels. This angel is a void energy. It's hard to really open up your consciousness and communicate with it.

So several old men invented a kind of guardian angel that could be visualized based on the code left by Crowley. Its original form comes from the mourning banshee of Irish legend. Every cry brings a message of death to humanity.

"Oh?"

Gucci looked at her curiously. The woman's face is beautiful, with long green hair and no xiéè feeling. Instead, she looks like a beautiful green elf.

But the next second, he overturned his judgment.

"Ouch......"

The woman made another strange sound, opened her mouth, and the top layers were stacked on top of each other, covered with jagged teeth as sharp as wild animals. Then her eyes turned red and her feet had frog-like bands.

"Whew... Woo......"

"Ouch......"

The sound is getting louder, sharper, and the drive is getting stronger. Gucci only felt the air masses around him being stirred, and he felt very uneasy, just as he had before the storm warning.

"Whew!"

Finally, the woman let out a shrill howl, and the whole street was empty, and time seemed to stand still for a second.

Boom. ！！

Then suddenly the shots were fired, and a huge wave in the air was launched, trees snapped, and vehicles flew around.

The asphalt pavement was directly crushed into powder, and the roadbed below turned into a random building block, like a folded space, and a whole piece shattered past, engulfing Menggu in an instant.

"Whew!"

The woman let out a second howl, and the waves were violent, reaching hundreds of meters away. The crowds at both ends of the street were washed away and could not stand.

The light ones are unconscious, the heavy ones are crazy, and even shoot at their companions.

"Whew!"

Then, a third howl rang out again.

This sound is different from the previous energy fluctuations, but a regular coercion. The Irish Mourning Banshee is a proclamation of death! magic or witchcraft, and its appearance represents "death".

As the saying goes in the East, when the word "death" is spoken, you will definitely die. Of course, the AA is not strong, and the rules themselves are not strong, but that's about it.

And at this moment, the thinking at both ends of the crowd paused, without any warning, and three or four people fell down with a plop, without any interest.

"Screaming Banshee!"

Ehud, Ernest, and others who hurried here ignored the others for fear of losing face. They rushed to keep people away from the affected areas.

"How's it going?"

"I didn't know, the kids were in there, nothing happened!"

"Hahaha!"

They were chatting outside, and the elders were more satisfied with their laughter. The man across the street was buried deep in the rotting wall. He didn't move half a circle, apparently dead.

"Xia Guoren, no matter how strong you are, you can't resist our sect. Master Crowley's legacy is... What the

The Great Elder's arrogance and pride froze instantly, and he saw that the smoke was filled, and a tall, thin, and calm figure could be faintly seen.

And then...

"Sword!"

These two words, like a breeze diving into the night, swept clearly in my ears. The seven elders were dumbfounded, and felt a powerful pressure rise from the dust in disbelief.

There is also a little bit of golden light, which contains a huge amount of energy, like the origin of the universe.

Boom. ！！

A golden flame erupted in midair. "Death!"

"Whew!"

The woman was frightened and opened her mouth again and howled.

The sound wave instantly exploded into a circle of ripples on the golden flame, like the streamer of golden snow, thinning into silk. The banshee's long hair was scattered, her skirt was torn, and her fair and tender skin looked like broken eggshells, cracked layer by layer.

Thick green blood flowed down the cracks, and the six-pointed stars on the ground twinkled wildly and crumbled.

"Woman, the banshee is hurt!"

"I'm hurt!"

The respected Elder Corps was torn to shreds, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"Not dead? Funny ......"

Wen Gu was also surprised, looking at the banshee, her breath was still fluctuating. "Then pick me up again!"

Boom. ！！

Chiyang is a demon, talk about Journey to the West!

Jin Huoguang's light magnified in an instant, the left was infinitely long, the right was infinitely long, the top was infinitely high, and the bottom was infinitely deep, almost forming a large flowing sea of flames, filling any space on Vic Street.

"Ahh

The woman finally stopped screaming, but exclaimed, the cracked skin became more and more broken, and green blood gushed out wildly, and soon it was overwhelmed by the flames.

The rough and gentle waves rose ten feet high and rushed straight over. Three or four meters wide streets simply can't withstand it. The whole street was almost vaporized. The canyon was deep and washed away.

The 500-year-old street, at this moment, dissipates in a new inscription.

"Shouting ......"

Gucci closed his sword and stood motionless for a moment, killing all the backbones of the AA Association at once, but without any joy, he became even more agitated.

He paced out of the dust, the impulse in his body unabated. Instead, he drank a pot of strong tea on an empty stomach and connected all his internal organs.

"Just a little, just a little!"

He made his way to the end of Vic Street, stepped over a large pile of ruins, and looked at the crowd around him. There are mystical powers from different countries, including shamans, yin-yang teachers, alchemists, and even African shamans.

"I was going to be promoted, but I just needed to find a place to retreat, slowly digest the energy in my body, and stabilize my mind. It so happened that you me off. I can't hold back. I can only seize the opportunity to be reborn. ”

Gucci's face was slightly red, as if he was drunk, and he fell into a very vague state of crisis. He looked at all of them with a hint of impulse and disgust.

"No, no, no, I'm not one of them!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Spare me, spare me!"

Those people were so frightened that they couldn't raise any sense of confrontation when they first saw this magical sword.

"Calm down, kids!"

Ehud and the others rushed in front of him and found that he was not in the right state. They cast spells immediately and release a large amount of meditation magic for free.

"Oh, Ehud, Ernest, Cohen......"

Gucci's confused consciousness regained a little, recognized several people in front of him, and then couldn't suppress the feeling.

"You ......"

He was about to speak, when he suddenly ate a meal and turned his head to look at the strange peaks in the south. On that gray mountain, there was clearly a huge wave.

"Hah!

Wen Gu laughed and suddenly said, "I said they are not báichī. Where did they come from? It's you, I'll stay here for a while!"

As he spoke, his body turned into a cloud and went away. Wow, that's fun!

It is difficult to say whether the story of Emperor Wenjian is true or false. First of all, it should be thrown aside. Since the Song Dynasty, so many Taoist priests have traveled from Bashu to this remote town and then to this low mountain in the pipe, what kind of spirit is this?

It's a spirit that clearly tells future generations that I'm doing things!

Wen Gu felt a faint clue and asked, "What else is left of those Zen temples?"

"Well, there is a tomb at the foot of Fish Mountain, which is said to belong to him. ”

This Wen Gu didn't pay attention, immediately lifted the ban, and said with a smile: "You know very well, how about going to Yushan with me?"

"This ......"

You Yu hesitated. He is very good at entertaining. The county's leaders are very respectful and well appointed. He was busy: "If he went, he would, but his face was small and he wasn't too embarrassed!"

"Brother, you'll be transferred to another hospital soon. I have to take care of you. "Fish Rain Island.

"All for you!"

However, Xiaozhai ignored his death and did not answer.

Exercise. Wen Gu was frustrated: You have a score, but I don't. I don't want to play like this!

Hey!

After all, Zhang Ziliang had a bit of a temper and did not have a seizure. He asked, "Who are you?"

"Maoshan Mountain, Tide Hole Diagram."

"Okay! Unless you defeat the Heavenly Master's Mansion and take justice, I won't fight with you. It depends on what you look like. “

"You, in charge of Zhengyi?"

Zhao Kongtu looked surprised and didn't come back right away. The other party doesn't look stupid, but where does he have the confidence to say that?

"Patient?ha!"

When Zhang Ziliang heard this, he couldn't help but laugh secretly. Because Xia Guo would never admit that there are ghosts, and ghosts are the basis of zhèngfǔ, how could he know very clearly, collectively referred to as "patients" in caliber.

However, the leader spoke for a while in plain English, probably because he thanked all of you for your efforts. zhèngfǔ will definitely give back to the society and establish friendly relations in the future.

“......“

Zhao Kongtu was drowsy. He would rather wipe ten cans of soap bubbles than sit here and listen to officials talk nonsense for a minute.

Fortunately, after a while, the man called the meeting to order.

Zhao Kongtu took the lead and stood up and fled. Halfway through, he suddenly turned his head and saw that Zhang Ziliang and a few disciples had not moved at all and were very safe. 21