This thing is evil, it is similar to the dragon vein, the world is big, and what is important is a momentum.

In ancient times, there was a saying that if you get the dragon vein, you will get the world, and there are also people who have the spirit of the sky, and they say that there is no dragon vein, whether there is a human spirit or not, and now it is impossible to assert it at all.

I didn't know what the old man was going through now, and I wanted to shout at him for help, but the old man who was holding a breath was distracted, and when he saw me like that, he fell directly to the ground.

I saw that the old man couldn't come, and when Wang Qianqian's hand came over, a mouthful of my blood spurted up, and I beat the drum excitedly in my heart.

The widow of the king who was on the upper body really didn't move, and she was trembling, although the tip of my tongue hurt, but I couldn't help but spurt a mouthful of blood again.

"Stop! What the are you doing! You want to kill Grandpa Neen and me! Suddenly I heard the old man crying out angrily.

The widow took my hand around my neck as if it had been stung by something, and then threw me down and ran after me.

I touched my neck and coughed violently a few times, ran over to pick up the peachwood sword, and saw the old man trembling in that windy clothes lying there still, shouting: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, she is afraid of my blood, I will kill her!" ”

The old man was trembling, his eyes were bloodshot, and he scolded me in a panic: "Don't don't, don't be blind, don't fool yourself, you forgot about the Yang family's paper beauty, your blood is a great supplement for her, you will only be more fierce if you get her, you get out, I will kill you to death!" ”

I saw the widow of the king, who had been covered, now running to the dark coffin and rubbing it with her hand.

The blue coffin, where it rubbed against my hand, turned into a piece of blood red, red and green, piercing and weird, although I don't know what happened, but I feel that my blood seems to have become a tonic?!

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What's wrong with this style of painting, isn't my blood supposed to work?

I asked the old man what was going on, and the old man shouted at me, "Go kill that rooster, splash that coffin, hurry!" ”

I grabbed the rooster, the rooster is the most yang, but now they are all wilting, let alone calling, the cockscomb is drooping down, the old man shouted in a panic Let the rooster crow, let the rooster crow, such a rooster is useless.

I changed five or six in a row, and when it came to the last one, the rooster trembled and made a dumb crook, and as soon as he crowed, I felt a black overhead on my head, and when I looked up, I found that the cemetery was covered with dark clouds.

I took out the peachwood sword, which was not as sharp as the blade, but it also had a sharp edge, and wiped the rooster's neck directly, and then threw it at the widow and the green coffin.

Illustrious!

The widow of the king, who was covered by the ghost, rolled her eyes and began to scream, and the blood of the rooster was more effective than mine, and it was poured on the green coffin as if the fire had been watered.

The smoke sneered, and I was overjoyed, and I wanted to look for the rooster, but after a while, the raindrops of beans in the sky began to fall.

The coffin, which was still smoking, was now poured on the ground with blood on it, and it became a pool of blood.

This rain is so evil that it is almost the size of our palm.

Seeing that the chicken blood spilled on the coffin had an effect, and it was washed away by the rain and flowed down the coffin, I looked at the situation and secretly said in my heart that it must be broken.

"Mother, you said that you didn't even want your life for me." Widow Chen muttered to herself, her figure looming in the rain.

There was a click, like a dry branch had broken, and the tooth-sore sound came from the widow.