The puppy completed the task and lay aside to watch the show with great interest. Suffering Xingzhen and Pu Gongling, although they controlled the soul of the evil dog, it had just absorbed the essence and blood of eight people. Its bloody aura is so thick that it is like a layer of copper and iron walls.

Blood Qi is different from Blood Qi, don't look at the difference between this word, the morphological attributes are diametrically opposite. The blood evil qi originates from the blood of others after being tempered, and it is extremely tyrannical and unstable. The blood qi comes from the vast breath of one's own blood, which is yang, fierce and violent and kills hard.

The chill of the bloody aura would invade others, and even the three bronze armor wrestlers became sluggish as time dragged on.

Xing Zhen and Pu Gongling didn't dare to be careless, and attacked with all their might while fighting against the cold breath. The consumption of internal force is extremely serious, but the two of them dare not have the slightest neglect.

After shattering all the bloody breath and killing Cerberus. The three wrestlers were immediately shattered after relaxing, and they had reached the limit of their endurance.

Xing Zhen and Pu Gongling are not much better, and they seem to be a sure winner. At the end of the day, the two of them were hollowed out, panting and lying on the ground in a large shape.

Fortunately, the puppy cub has been watching the excitement and did not participate in the battle, otherwise there would be a slightly more robust ruffian hooligan at this time. It can also be easy to take the lives of Xing Zhen and Pu Gongling.

Yang Shan, who knelt on his legs, glanced painfully at the bodies of the two brothers on the ground. Moved his legs to rub the ground close to Xingzhen, and thanked him: "Thank you two young heroes for your help......"

The back was nothing more than some polite words, and Xingzhen waved his hand to interrupt them. Apologetically: "Brother Pu and I don't have the strength to get up, and I ask the eldest prince for forgiveness if there are rudeness." ”

"The two young heroes are too polite, and their lives are almost gone, so why bother with etiquette. If it weren't for my inexhaustible strength, even if I didn't care about filial piety, I would carry the two back home to rest first. ”

"It is said that it is useless to be a scholar, and it will only be on paper. Now it seems that it is not false at all, it is really useless to get home. ”

Pu Gongling gasped and returned: "The eldest prince is polite, I have a meal with my brother and I have slept in the open." I can't stand those fine clothes and food. If Childe doesn't mind, it would be better to allow Xing Zhen and me to have two sips of wine to suppress the shock. ”

Yang Shan did not object at all, and immediately agreed: "No problem, I'll go and take the wine left by Yang Lin to the two of you." ”

Xing Zhen said to stop and quipped: "There is no need for the eldest prince to bother, Brother Pu and I dare not drink their wine, and there may be a lot of poison in it." “

Weakly untied the small gourd around his waist, shook it twice, and there was a gurgling sound from inside. Xing Zhen smiled: "We bring our own." ”

Xing Zhen and Pu Gongling have entered one after another, and the people of the rivers and lakes have wine, and the joy is that it is sad, and the gathering is that it is scattered or it.

Yang Shan is a weak scholar, and he can't feel this kind of heroic drinking. Looking at Xing Zhen and Pu Gongling's actions, he was full of doubts and puzzlement.

The whirring sound came, and the main hall of Wencheng Temple was flooded with gusts of wind. Xing Zhen and Pu Gongling were strong warriors, and they felt a burst of coolness that instantly dried their sweat.

Falling on Yang Shan's body, the chill was cold all over. The weak body was excited, and he subconsciously wrapped his hands around his chest and tightened his clothes.

"Why is it suddenly blowing a cold and cool breeze, I'll go outside and take a look. After Yang Shan was puzzled, he got up and walked outside the main hall.

After the eldest prince left, Pu Gongling finally expressed his doubts in his heart: "How can Yangshan's body and bones be so bad, it stands to reason that his family is well-off and he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and he doesn't have a stubborn disease, so it shouldn't be like this." But why does it seem that he is weaker than the scholars of the Han clan now? ”

Xing Zhen replied: "I don't understand, Yangshan's weakness is beyond reason. It gives a sense of unreality. ”

Pu Gongling woke up suddenly, remembering the strength of Yangshan when he pulled himself back that day. The doubts in my heart were even worse, so I wanted to tell the truth of the sentence.

At this time, he went to the mountain and returned, panting as if he had returned from the mountains. "The moon turned red, red as blood, and the temperature outside was as cold as winter. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see the legendary Blood Moon, and I saw it in a book. The blood moon is the light of the great evil, and every time the blood moon shines within the range, the blood of ordinary people is irritable and short-tempered. The number of violations of law and discipline is a thousand times greater than that of normal days. Looking at today's posture, I don't know how many innocent people have suffered. ”

When Xing Zhen caught the ghost baby, he saw a blood moon once, and Xiao Nian'er was by his side that day, and he didn't feel too much. Today is different, as Yang Shan said, even the Three Realms martial artists still feel the blood in their bodies agitated, as if they resonate with the red roulette.

Pu Gongling felt almost nothing, but at this time he had no intention of feeling the negative effects. Completely silent, sense the negative emotions brought by the blood moon, and wait for the personal experience to be written into the notes in the future.

A "bang" sounded suddenly, and the pitch-black coffin was torn apart. Wood debris splattered in all directions, and a powerful opportunity erupted in the coffin.

The aura rippled out, ravaging the space inside the main hall. Xing Zhen, Pu Gongling and Yang Shan, as well as the puppies, were lifted away at the same time like a kite with a broken string.

The cold laughter of "Jie Ji" came out, and the smoke and dust that filled the exploded coffin dissipated. I saw a thin little old man appearing, holding a dying woman in his hand.

Yang Shan, who fell to the ground, shouted excitedly: "Father, fourth sister!"

The thin little old man glanced at Yangshan, his eyes full of disdain. Then he didn't pay attention to his "eldest son", but lowered his head and glared at the fourth Yang Rong in his hand.

Without warning, a slap was slapped on the cheek of the unconscious Yang Rong, and then scolded angrily: "You dare to knock on the coffin to warn, if you don't have to live, you will not be allowed to breathe until now."

The thin old man ignored Xing Zhen and the others on the ground, and carried Yang Rong straight to the Great Confucian Chengyan enshrined in the center of the main hall.

Lifting the woman in her hand, her fingers slid and the cold light burst out, cutting Yang Rong's wrist in an instant. Hot blood spilled out, trickling down to the center of the temple's eyebrows.

The frightened Yang Shan swooped out after getting up with difficulty, shouting loudly: "Dad, that's your favorite fourth sister." Stop it, otherwise it will cost the fourth sister's life. ”

The thin old man paid full attention to the statue, and replied coldly to Yang Shan's reminder: "Noise." ”

The aura around the body seemed to be gushing out like a substance, enveloping the whole body an inch. Yang Mountain, who flew two times, crashed straight into the torrent of spiritual energy. It was like hitting an iron plate, and the figure flew upside down in an instant. Then it fell heavily to the ground, and the stone slab cracked into pieces.

The thin old man muttered in a low voice, "Huh, the body is actually intact." ”

Xing Zhen also saw it clearly, and turned his head to look at Pu Gongling. The latter said helplessly: "I can't take care of it, the land lord is attached to the leap earth." It seems that a blood sacrifice will be performed on the night of the blood moon. I don't know what he wants to do, but it's certainly not a good thing, and you and I have to stop it. ”

Xing Zhen was much calmer, and said indifferently: "You are right. ”

The young man with the negative sword suddenly burst out, and the opening style of the real fist came out at the same time. Only advance and not retreat, fearless and strong enemies are played to the extreme, and his dark face is full of perseverance. Even if you're strong, I'll still dare to punch.

followed by Pu Gongling, with the black and white bell of the puppy. The punishment of separation is really one left and one right, and the companions are not afraid of themselves and are not afraid.

Yang Yantu, who was possessed by the Lord of the Land, did not look at the other people in the hall from beginning to end. understated and sneered: "Hehe, do young people nowadays like to hide their clumsiness?"

On the lowered head, the eyes were suddenly as black as ink. The whites of the eyes were not visible at all, like a dark lake with deep and rippling water.

The aura around the body surged, and the ripples rose and fell one after another. The aura has also changed from being transparent like flowing water to being as black as ink blocking light.

Between the surges, three broken fists roared out. Bombarded with Xingzhen, Pu Gongling and the black and white bell respectively. The aura fist was as fast as lightning, killing the three of them in the blink of an eye.

The pugong age and the black and white bell are on par with the Reiki fist. However, there are only three realms of punishment, and one blow collision is the most difficult.

The confrontation between breaths is overwhelming, and he has made up his mind to only advance and not retreat. The fist deflects to avoid it, and the chest is used to withstand the blow of the aura fist.

With the protection of the inner armor, the criminal is really safe and sound. The figure paused for a moment to attack again, still using the real fist style and the Kaishan style together, and the young man with the negative sword continued to rush forward.

The thin old man was even more surprised, looked at the ancestral statue stained red by virgin blood, nodded with satisfaction and said, "You are in a catastrophe today, so you are not in a hurry at this time." Sooner or later, the gall is mine, and if you eat your gall, the guy in the apricot tree can also be caught. “

Putting down the statue in front of him, he was finally willing to raise his head and look at Xing Zhen and the others. He praised it: "Yes, it's a bit interesting." Since you insist on obstructing it, it will be done for you. “

The thin old man looked around the hall condescendingly, and he didn't know when Yangshan's figure disappeared. The ants didn't have to worry too much, but it still made the old man lose his patience.

The face was slightly hideous, and the pitch-black aura around him was surging more and more violently. There was a rolling roar between the shocks, and it swirled around the empty hall.

Thousands of pitch-black fists appeared one after another, flickering slightly and then shooting out like arrows. A wave of transmission was densely packed, and the large worship hall seemed to be occupied by pitch-black fists.

The thin old man was bent on killing Xing Zhen and the others first, ignoring the statue at his feet. Covered in bright red blood, faint golden spots of light appeared.

Xing Zhen saw it clearly and shouted: "Little puppy, use the black and white bell to protect you and Brother Pu." Leave me alone. ”

The puppy obeyed Xingzhen's words, and drove the half-black, half-white bell to fall violently. Shroud the dangong and himself.

I could only hear the jingling of the bell, and the rain was dense. The black and white bell is as stable as Mount Tai with perseverance, and I am majestic in the wind and rain.

Looking at the true punishment of the young man with the negative sword, he did not retreat but advanced with his fists. It is no longer courageous, but the fist is calm and unwavering.

The real fist style and the Zhenhai style are used together, and the superimposed fist power has not been released. The young man with the sword is like a light leaf in the wind, swaying left and right.

The punishment is only to move forward, and if it can be resisted, it will be resisted. The fist can't be hard and dodge, and the sword is no longer drunk, and the sword is not available. But without delaying the pace of using the drunken sword, it seemed that he would fall at any time, but he avoided the pitch-black fist again and again.

Coupled with the protection of the inner armor, there is a sword and a teenager who does not need to raise his fist to kill. In the dense bombardment like raindrops, he moved forward slowly.

Yang Runtu, who was possessed by the land lord, paid more and more attention to this unattractive young man. So much so that he ignored the statue at his feet, and thought that it would be better to kill this person first.

looked down and glanced at Yang Rong, whose face was as white as paper, and fainted. He threw it on the statue and scolded: "Waste, poor with little essence and blood." “

Ignoring the waste in his eyes, he took out a copper-colored Shenyong Body-Measuring Armor in his arms. The golden-red little figure was enlarged after decomposing, and the fragments were attached to the body of Yang Runtu.

The thin old man was transformed into a man in armor. The pitch-black aura poured all over his body, and the golden-red armor became pitch-black as ink.

The last long knife was held in his hand, and it was completely dark. Yang Yantu stretched his body, his bones moving and rattling, and his face was full of pleasant comfort.

The long knife slashed out, and when it slashed out again, more than a hundred pitch-black fists appeared. The third slash was slashed, and the hurricane wrinkled.

There was a stabbing sound, and Xingzhen's clothes shattered instantly. After the pitch-black inner armor sparkled, a crack was found.

Xing Zhen twitched the corners of his mouth, and forced himself to suppress the blood that was surging up due to the vibration of his viscera. Raise your fists and bombard, and weave through the boxing forest.