The yellow label's eyes were dark and sinking, like hell.

At the end of the day, he's just an ordinary person.

The swirling black qi and the bursting green tendons tortured the body of this big boy who used to be very arrogant.

Yuan Zhenzi hurriedly pinched the trick, chanted the mantra, and stepped up.

"Seven spirits and eight gods, eight wishes and four Chen...... Bloody ghosts wandering corpses, filthy and long-lasting ......"

The Emperor made a soul and cut down the corpse curse, and made the soul and cut down three corpses.

Listening to the complex syllable spell in Yuan Zhenzi's mouth, Li Mengkai, Uncle Du and others all changed color.

Not to mention whether this technique could be useful to Yang Chengfeng's gathered three souls, but Huang Biao's already fragile soul was unbearable.

Leng Qimazi's face was already dark red, but the two of them almost simultaneously shouted at Yuan Zhenzi with all their might: "Stop!" ”

A trace of hesitation flashed on Yuan Zhenzi's face, and finally he resolutely closed his eyes, and his feet kept walking.

"Moto-Mako, I'll tell you again...... Stop it! ”

Leng Qi was furious and spoke sharply.

A trace of unhappiness also flashed on Yuan Zhenzi's face, and he looked at Leng Qi with hatred: "The dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know the hearts of good people, and it is difficult for him to be so indecisive!" ”

Leng Qi's expression was complicated, and he hissed: "Stop, I'd rather die than hurt him......"

As he spoke, Leng Qi choked up, looked at Huang Biao with an unfamiliar look, and complained, but his words were incomplete: "I told you a long time ago, I didn't let you get involved, you have to listen...... Idiot...... Do you know how much I want you to live a stable life, I always want to drink you and Amu's wedding wine...... But what about you......"

"He is now Yang Chengfeng, what's the use of saying this! Leng Qi, when is it, are you still stupid! ”

Yuan Zhenzi seemed to hold her anger and scolded angrily.

As if he hadn't heard Yuan Zhenzi's scolding, Leng Qi looked at the bottomless abyss-like eyes of Huang Biao Hei, let go of his hands in a dejected manner, and squeezed out a miserable laugh: "You won...... Yang Chengfeng, it doesn't matter if I'm Qiye or Leng Qi, you won, and from the moment you found the mark, I lost...... There are already many people in the world who have lost to love, and it doesn't hurt to have one more of me! No shame! ”

Leng Qi's words were not high, but many people lowered their heads, as if they had been stabbed in the heart by a thorn.

The anger on Yuan Zhenzi's face gradually turned into a face full of bitterness, and he gritted his teeth and stopped.

If he had heard such words before, Yuan Zhenzi would definitely laugh at Leng Qi fiercely, but at this moment, Yuan Zhenzi couldn't laugh at all.

Huang Biao's mouth let out a wolf-like howl, and black blood stains flowed out between his teeth, and his expression flickered brightly and darkly.

Seeing this, the person who practiced the corpse faintly felt that something was wrong, and the chanting in his mouth became faster and faster.

Zhang Jixiang snorted angrily, kept a calm face, and ran over like a dagger upside down.

The snow-bright dagger fell on the black-robed man who practiced corpses in the dim miserable green light, bringing a cold glow.

"Dangchang~"

The sound of gold and stone intersecting, Zhang Jixiang was shocked, the tiger's mouth trembled, he retreated, and the dagger in his hand buzzed and trembled.

"It turns out that the corpse practice is a group of corpse demons who have lived for thousands of years by borrowing corpses!"

Zhang Jixiang's eyes were uncertain, and his face was ugly.

The person who recited the mantra suddenly stopped his movements and laughed: "We practice corpses, practice human corpses, live souls, immortality, immortality, ”

"Phew, it's better to die!"

Zhang Jixiang sneered.

Regarding Zhang Jixiang's words, the person who practiced the corpse line said sarcastically and whispered: "Don't give me a tongue, kill Leng Qi, and then clean you up, I have the twelve ancestral witches, and I have no fear of practicing the corpse!" ”

But when they looked at Leng Qi again, they let out an exclamation in disbelief.

At this moment, Huang Biao was struggling, clenching the hand around Leng Qimazi's neck, and slowly letting go, such a simple action, but Huang Biao's hands seemed to weigh 10,000 catties.

A terrible roar sounded from Huang Biao's mouth again, and the pain contained in it sent chills down people's backs.

The hand was released.

Leng Qi and Ma Zi staggered and were held up by Li Mengkai and Liuqing, gasping for breath.

"Old Seven...... Mazi, kill me...... Please, kill me...... I'm uncomfortable...... I'm long dead...... If you don't do it, I won't be able to live, I can't fight the person in my head, it's painful...... Dude, kill me! ”

Huang Biao held his head in his hands and knelt on the ground, his face contorted, crying.

Leng Qi and Ma Zi trembled, Leng Qi looked up to the sky and roared, his intestines broke violently, and blood dripped from the corners of his eyes.

The corpse practitioner danced like a madman, and once again chanted strange syllables in his mouth.

Huang Biao was even more painful, and roared: "Do it......"

Just three words.

Ma Zi and Leng Qi broke free from Li Mengkai and Liuqing's stubbornly dragged hands, staggered to Huang Biao, hugged each other, and the thirty-year-old man cried like a child.

Huang Biao used his last strength to push the two of them away, and then the monstrous evil qi rolled down!

The crowd panicked and retreated.

Some people with ghosts shouted: "Let's go together, get rid of these people first......"

But when most people saw the black-and-white impermanence ghost with a cold face, as well as Liu Yuanqing, they all stopped, and some retreated.

Leng Qi gritted his teeth, his knuckles turned white, and the pain in Huang Biao's voice was like a knife slashing at his heart.

The moment Leng Qi stood up, Li Mengkai, Liu Yuanqing and the others couldn't bear to close their eyes.

There is no bliss in the world, but there is sorrow! Sadness, righteousness, and righteousness are difficult to conclude as extremely sad......

Leng Qi looked at Huang Biao blankly for a while, laughed miserably, and raised his hand: "The Taishang ordered me to do it, the heavenly thunder soul lamp, the five emperors of the five directions protect me, and the six dings and six armors are my soldiers, dare to disobey my order, Zhener Taizhong!" ”

Leng Qiyi was stunned, and every word seemed to be able to calm people's hearts.

The black and white impermanence ghost not far away looked at Leng Qi's eyes, and suddenly a different color flashed, and he said in a low voice: "This kid, after all, he still has some skills!" ”

But the crowd exploded.

Yuan Zhenzi muttered in disbelief: "Is this the fourth technique, or the first technique...... Cold Seven ......"

Before Yuan Zhenzi's words fell, the entire space trembled slightly.

Behind Leng Qi, the phantom of Mount Tai, the head of the five mountains, slowly emerged, and the top of Mount Tai was surrounded by thundersnakes.

The person who practiced the corpse looked at it with fear, and bowed to the ground, as if performing some kind of ritual.

Huang Biao's face was hideous, and he let out a sneer when he looked at Leng Qi, and the monstrous aura behind him turned into a big net and swept towards Leng Qi overwhelmingly.

There were innocent people who were caught in the big net formed by the evil qi, and the speed visible to the naked eye was black, and finally turned into pus and blood like ink.

Leng Qi took a step, and with this step, everyone couldn't be calm anymore.

Every time Leng Qi took a step, a black shadow appeared behind him, with different expressions and extremely conspicuous.

Liuding Liujia.

The black and white devil's face changed, and he arched his hand with the phantom of Liuding Liujia.

But before the arched hand fell, Leng Qi's side once again surged out of monstrous power.

The black and white devil bent down again in shock, and bowed respectfully, the five emperors of the five directions, even if it was just a few phantoms, still made them awe.

And when they looked at Leng Qi again, the black and white brothers had already set off a storm in their hearts and glanced at each other.

"He Leng Qi is still like this today, you and my brother have never seen it with their own eyes about Seven Nights back then, but now it seems that it is worthy of the name!"

"But isn't it, you just have to think about how much of a disturbance one of Yang Chengfeng's remnant souls made in my Netherworld Division at the beginning, and you can understand seven or eight points! Don't forget, at his peak, he was defeated by the hand of the Seven Nights......"

The black and white impermanence ghost said, his expression unusually complicated.