Jiuju is a mansion

He Cheng stepped on the white lime of the open corpse raising ground and looked at the small Japanese-style house after the war.

The double doors that were blown up, the badge of the Jiuju faction hanging crookedly on the wall, and the corpse qi overflowing uncontrollably.

"One step too late?"

He Cheng smacked his lips depressedly, and the tip of his tongue wrapped his teeth around the flower and puffed a thin wind.

Heaven does not fulfill the wish of the corpse, and there are always several layers of obstacles waiting for him to do things.

"Meow"

The white cat saw He Cheng from the roof, and his back hair exploded.

"Where are you?"

He was talking to the cat, and the scene was a little strange.

"Meow!"

The cat screamed and slammed into the lamppost, exploding a large pool of blood.

The red rope tied to the cat's feet came to life, dipped in blood and scribbled on the white lime floor.

Yau Tsim Mong District, Tai Kok Tsui

Residential areas, densely populated, the most active are the sound of mahjong coming from small apartments, and the hair salons with flashing red and blue lights on the streets are also the best time to open.

"Someone fights!"

I could smell a scorching mana in the air.

The woman who was smoking on the side of the road waved at He Cheng, spitting out smoke rings charmingly.

"Pretty boy, come to be cool"

He Cheng's legs tensed and rushed into the sky.

"me, it's amazing to fly!"

The woman standing on the street disdainfully flicked the cigarette butt, and after a few seconds, "Wow! He ran away crying and screaming, and shouted "I've hit a ghost"

Michiko is dressed in a ninja night outfit with two hemp ropes tied to her shoulders.

The cat crouched on the roof of the building.

During this time, her drug trafficking group was obstructed, and the police saw through the method of transporting drugs by the walking corpse, and she hired a high-ranking person somewhere.

Several times, more and more losses, today is the time for her to come to solve the trouble.

Eight large sheets of cloth form a formation, trapping her enemies inside.

Inside the formation is a very doorway old policeman!

"You and I don't interfere with the water of the well, why do you want to trouble me?"

"You have turned from the spirit to the demon path, and the demon subjugation and demon eradication is to do the way for the sky, and you use the walking corpse to transport drugs, as a policeman, I can't sit idly by!"

Uncle Feng was carrying a black suitcase, ready to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

Michiko threw out a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

The chrysanthemums fell to the ground, rotated without wind, and the petals fell and stuck to the square bricks paved on the roof.

Whoa!

The bricks that fell the chrysanthemums rose layer by layer, overwhelmingly smashing at Uncle Feng, Uncle Feng reacted and almost lost the black suitcase and stepped on his feet, raised his hand to catch the two floor tiles, and slashed left and right like a double knife, smashing the brick storm that rushed to his face. Pieces of gravel fell to the ground.

The chrysanthemum fell to the ground again, and Uncle Feng had not yet breathed and rested enough, and watched the bricks and stones sweeping all over the world!

"Phew!"

Uncle Feng turned around and kicked two or three slate bricks with his feet high, and rushed to Michiko against the stone bricks and opened his black box.

A mirror.

“！！” Inside the mirror, a divine bird flies out and knocks Michiko into the air!

The magic light shone out like a flashlight, and the burning Michiko made a "sizzle" sound all over her body.

As soon as Michiko was knocked over, the stone bricks that flew towards Uncle Feng were uncontrolled, and they all fell to the ground and shattered.

When she turned her head again, her face was withered, and she looked like a demon.

"I'm going to kill you!"

With a wave of his hand, a one-meter-high fireball exploded, rolling up a hot wave of fire and smashing towards Uncle Feng!

Women love to look like a skin the most, and it is no wonder that they have to work hard to ruin her face.

In He Cheng's eyes, there are no good and evil weapons in the world, and it is best to use them yourself.

Uncle Feng's magic mirror may kill himself by 800 before injuring the enemy by 1,000, but he is really afraid of his own weakness, and it is really useful to use against those chasing soldiers.

Evil zombies can also use Taoist treasures, and they can withstand damage in order to achieve high returns.

In his words: "Lao Tzu has always played with others!" ”

Rumble!

A ball of fire exploded in front of him, attracting He Cheng's attention.

He jumped lightly, like an ordinary zombie, but dozens of times higher than an ordinary zombie, and landed on the roof of the building, and on the roof of the building there were two men and a woman, looking at him with their mouths wide open.

"He jumped up from downstairs?"

"I know!"

"Immortals fight, you should get used to it" The two of them each had a gun in their hands, but they didn't dare to raise it.

"Are you also a master? My uncle is inside, can you please woo?"

The girl stood up a little timidly, but she wanted to ask He Cheng for help, but fortunately she was stopped by two men.

Friends and foes are unknown, and it is dangerous to talk without permission.

In the formation, the flames were scorching, and you could feel it a little bit when you stood outside.

Tearing open the standing cloth wall casually, He Chengcheng walked in so easily.

"Who?"

Uncle Feng's nerves tightened, he held the magic mirror to dodge the attack of the female demon, and turned his head to see a young boy tearing the cloth and walking in step by step.

Michiko screamed "ahh

He Cheng suddenly rushed forward to Uncle Feng, his heels were just a little on the ground, the crack on the roof had not spread, he had already killed Uncle Feng, pressed on his shoulder with one hand, and grabbed the magic mirror in his arms with the other hand.

The bird flew out and hit his palm, and the white smoke billowed into the sky!

Although He Cheng frowned, he had a smile on his face, and if he could hurt himself, he must be no less than a good baby with black and white impermanence handcuffs and shackles!

With a gentle force, the magic mirror suddenly took off Uncle Feng's arms.

"What a demon!"

The big killer weapon was taken away, Uncle Feng was in a hurry, and he was ready to drop He Cheng with a magic trick.

"Maoshan Taoism? You can't help me."

Raising his hand to block lightly, Uncle Feng's spell fell on his palm, sizzling, He Cheng was not injured at all, but Uncle Feng's fingers were burned off a layer of flesh and skin, and they did not bleed, and the belly of his fingers was black to the root of his hand in an instant, and it was drilled into his wrist along his veins!

"What a strong poison!"

Uncle Feng hurriedly withdrew his hand and retreated, and He Cheng, who had obtained the magic mirror, also let go of his hand and let him go.

Uncle Feng gritted his teeth, pinched a few tricks in a row before he clicked on his wrist, barely controlling the corpse poison to run upwards and penetrate his heart and lungs.

It's just that the heart can't help but sink to the bottom.

He Cheng made a casual move, and the suitcase fell into his hand, put the magic mirror into the box, carried the box, and came to Michiko, who was no longer human, dragged her by the back of her neck, and jumped away.

It's really chic to come and easy to go.

Uncle Feng held his wrists and trembled, looking at the torn formation hole, his heart was no longer stable.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle Feng!"

"Uncle!"

The three people outside the formation just took advantage of the gap that He Cheng tore open, and each rushed in with a guy.

"Uncle, are you alright?"

The girl saw Uncle Feng's face pale and fell to the ground, her fingers were black, and she quickly squatted down to help him, worried in her heart, and her tears fell down.

"I'm fine!"

"That female devil, you won't be killed, Uncle Feng!"

The other man was still patting his ass.

"That man just now is also very powerful, I guess he is a helper," the other person also analyzed.

Only Uncle Feng shuddered and muttered to himself, "How can there be such a cultivator in this world?" ”

The magic mirror is the ancestral treasure of his master, and the general demon shines until the soul that is about to be burned is scattered, and it has always been his biggest killer weapon, and the person who grasps it in his hand does not change color, how strong is it? Could it be that the thousand-year-old demon was born?

"No, find a helper!"