With the command of Cao Bing, the Yin soldiers in the sky immediately wrapped Uncle He Zhou tightly up and down. The encirclement became smaller and smaller, like a cloth bag to be pierced, gradually closing, swallowing Uncle He in it.

Inside the encirclement, the blue flames were rampant, and although they were bounced off before they could reach Uncle He's body, those flames continued to launch more and more fierce and crazy attacks.

When the last ray of light refracted by Uncle He's silver-gray hair in the dark night was about to be swallowed, his faint summons came from the wind: It's time to eat, Six Holy Beasts!

But the faint voice was immediately drowned in the shouting and killing of the Yin soldiers, and Uncle He had been completely swallowed by the thick black smoke, which was tight and impermeable, as if he had disappeared into the boundless dark night.

In an instant, the whole heaven and earth fell silent, and even the breath condensed into ice, and the breath of any living person could be heard, but there was no breath.

Yes, there are no living people left, only Cao Bing's miserable shriek at this time, like a sharp dagger, pierced the dark sky and echoed in this cold long night.

"I don't know what is alive or dead" The scream of the Yin Po piercing her eardrums sounded again, "You don't walk in heaven, you don't have a door to hell, you should be given some time, let you leave some last words."

A few blue flames flying in the cold night illuminated Cao Bingqiu's body, Rao was such a thick fat, and her lips were still a little purple from the yin qi she had summoned.

Suddenly, the sound of knives and guns came from the dark fog in front of him, mixed with the howl of ghosts and wolves, Cao Bing listened attentively, this sound, booming, getting closer and closer, more and more clear.

Suddenly, the black qi that had originally condensed in front of him exploded like a ripe impatiens bulb, and six white rays of light flew out of it.

These six white lights were ejected, quickly stopped in the air, and immediately turned their heads again, surrounded on six sides, and rushed towards the black qi, which was originally condensed to one place, since the explosion just now, it has been scattered one by one, accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves.

Those six white lights, how could they give up, rushing left and right to inhale these black gases into their stomachs, like a long whale sucking a hundred rivers, along with the cold below the freezing point around them, they were sucked away together.

Until the last black gas was left, six white lights fought in the sound of the Yin soldiers crying for mercy and begging for mercy, and they vaguely heard: It's my turn to eat, it's my turn to eat, I haven't eaten yet... The sound of quarrels.

Uncle He seemed to have walked back from the end of the world where the light was swallowed up, step by step, appeared on the originally empty wilderness, looked at Cao Bing's shocked expression, smiled a very good-looking squint, and said: Sorry, my pet, it looks too ugly.

Yes, squinting, it's all monsters.

Uncle He launched a wind flash at the speed of lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he passed the distance of about two hundred meters between him and Cao Bing, and appeared in front of her close to Cao Bing.

A wall knock, the left hand supported the air behind Cao Bing, as if there was an invisible wall behind Cao Bing, and the right hand pinched something, lifting it to a height as if to caress Cao Bing's hair. Still smiling, he asked:

Do you know why, chopsticks should be used together?

Cao Bing had been frightened by the screams of the Yin soldiers at this time—if the Yuan Shen had a soul. He couldn't say a word, he wanted to take a step back, but he found that he was nailed to the ground, unable to move his feet, or even his eyes.

Under the huge spiritual pressure of Uncle He's liberation of the materialization of the Six Holy Beasts, it is normal for the Yin Po to be unable to move.

Uncle He smiled lightly and crushed the thing in his right hand, which turned out to be a grain of foreign membrane. Uncle He still squinted and smiled: Because chopsticks represent one yin and one yang, there must be yin and yang, and strong yin must be yang. Thank you for your hospitality.

Putting the primordial spirit of Cao Bing, who walked the Yin Po, into the door of the different membrane, Uncle He raised his head and shouted to the six holy beasts: Have you eaten enough, go back.

The six white lights in the air replied in unison: No!

Uncle He shook his head helplessly, there was nothing he could do.

I won't mention it here.

Uncle Mu gave an order to arrest Cao Bing, and the SWAT team members captured Cao Bing, because Cao Bing used the Yuan Shen Out of Body Spirit, the sister-in-law asked Uncle He to chase Cao Bing, and he divided his troops into two ways, took me to use the detached mirror, and landed on the roof of You Fuwen's neighbor's house, which had been circling with black gas.

The task of arresting Cao Bing over there has been completed, the SWAT team members have returned to the bureau, and the sister-in-law has begun to exert her power, lifting the tiles on the roof of the neighbor's house one by one, and smashing them in the yard, smashing them while reading:

said that the cross talk feast, the singing drama are all here, the gongs and drums are all on the ground, and the rich Wang Ba sits on the table, with the lid of watermelon peel, do you say it is not unusual?

I didn't know what my sister-in-law was going to do, and I couldn't read the nursery rhyme, so I had to help tear down the tiles and throw them into the yard.

Old man Zhong, playing with fireballs, scalding his ass and applying sesame oil. Zhong Lao ghost, drinking cold water, bought a wife to steal wild ghosts. Daddy Zhong, like to be a father, the neighbors are united.

My sister-in-law was playing on the roof, spinning, jumping, closing her eyes, clapping her hands and reciting nursery rhymes, and was about to continue to make up. A loud voice rang out in the courtyard downstairs:

Villain, shameless.

The sister-in-law glanced into the courtyard and laughed: "Hey, old man Zhong, are you out?"

The people in the courtyard were trembling all over their bodies, their heads were bald, their faces were a standard oval, and the flesh on their faces was loose but evenly distributed, and they were standard egg-shaped. And he saw him, and pointed with his hand:

Who are you, report your name.

My sister-in-law said: I am Yue Chuyun, the onmyoji of this city, you old Wang Ba are not good at cultivating and disturbing Hongchen, so I specially came to teach you a lesson.

Before the sister-in-law finished speaking, Old Man Zhong spat on the ground: Phew, impostor, there are not 10,000 but thousands of onmyoji I have seen.

The sister-in-law was angry and funny, and said: Who are you, how many onmyoji have you seen? Why do you say I'm an impostor, I don't even know you!

Old man Zhong sneered: Hehe, you don't even know me, which shows that you Yue Chuyun is an impostor!

The sister-in-law knew how to scold when she saw that the goods below were pointing fingers and not saying human words, and she was also anxious, picked up a tile and flew out towards him, "open your mind" and smashed the old man's head with blood.

This guy, not to mention anything else, has to go to the hospital for stitches, take a taxi to the hospital to treat brain damage, and stay for another night, how can you say that it doesn't cost 2,000 yuan? I saw my sister-in-law say proudly: I'll let you know how expensive it is to scold me!

Old man Zhong angrily pointed at his sister-in-law and scolded the street, but the funny thing is that he scolded the street by name just now, and he would only dare to use you and you to replace the sister-in-law's name, and he didn't dare to mention it again.

My sister-in-law was very satisfied and asked him: Who are you?

Hearing his sister-in-law ask him like this, Old Man Zhong was proud, pouting his catfish mouth, holding his head high, looking down on everyone:

You have to ask who I am, I am the helmsman of the immortal cultivation world, the head of the fantasy chapter, the shrimp soldiers and crabs will see me and have to call me father, and the carp and yellow eel have to shout Uncle when they meet me, I am the third-in-command of the Pai River Crystal Palace, and the old turtle Zhong is prime minister.