The night breeze was cool and blew away a lot of things. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the half-dead middle-aged man who was smoked by Leng Qi looked embarrassed and said this sentence with a vicious expression, Yuan Zhenzi was still in a state of shock.

The 36-character Tiangang mantra of Daomen, although it is still left in some inheritances, is already empty, and the corresponding truly complete Tiangang 36 methods, and the 72 techniques of earth evil, have long been annihilated in the long history of disasters again and again.

The three caves of the Daomen already mean the purest inheritance in the world, and Yuan Zhenzi, who is one of the descendants, knows this very well.

But the person in front of him, who was not in his eyes in the first place, how could he use such a complete thirty-six-character Tiangang spell, and even rely only on Dao Yin to lead down the heavenly thunder and disperse the evil qi aroused by Fanzhi.

Yuan Zhenzi couldn't figure it out, and he even doubted the truth of all this in front of him for a while!

Full of questions, Yuan Zhenzi's face kept changing, looking at Leng Qi's eyes, indescribably complicated.

He was a proud man in his bones, but he never seemed to be truly proud.

Leng Qi and Bai Chengyu in the past, and now the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, made him proud.

Moto's thoughts were quickly interrupted because the atmosphere was very wrong.

After the embarrassed middle-aged man shouted: "His name is ...... Qiye", the atmosphere changed wrong.

When the cloaked witches heard this, their steps seemed to be stumbled by something.

The cloak obscured their faces, so it was hard to see their expressions.

But the leader of the witches seemed to be trembling all over.

A group of Miao people who know about the twelve ancestors naturally also know some secrets that have been passed down from generation to generation from ancient ancestors.

Including a Taoist book that was erased, but it was handed down in Miaojiang for generations, a Central Plains Taoist turmoil.

The old witch at the head was silently reciting the name Seven Nights over and over again, as if to confirm something.

"Lord Wu, kill him to vent my anger...... Worship the Witch! ”

The middle-aged man didn't notice anything wrong, and was still shouting in a hurry.

"Get out! Bastard, shut up! ”

For some reason, the old witch suddenly said such a sentence.

The embarrassed middle-aged man's face stiffened, and he didn't know why.

It was not only him who was at a loss, but also Lao Song, and Yuan Zhenzi, who was even more confused.

Fan Zhi looked at Leng Qi's figure with fear.

Leng Qi naturally doesn't care about these.

just lowered his head and carefully carried Li Mengkai on his back.

After doing all this silently, Leng Qi couldn't see the slightest emotional fluctuation on his face.

"Stop!"

Seeing that Leng Qi was leaving, several witches unexpectedly lost their voices.

Leng Qimu turned his head, coldly glanced at the figure with a cloak under the moonlight, and said, "The humiliation suffered by Li Mengkai has been recorded in the seventh night!" ”

The cloaked old witch's tone changed drastically, and he pointed at Leng Qi: "Impossible...... You're not Seven Nights! Who are you? ”

Leng Qi smiled: "I am me, I can't fake it!" ”

The old witch suddenly took off his cloak, revealing an extremely old face, with a hideous expression but a little panic: "That person died a thousand years ago!" Who the hell are you, it must be you who used this person's name in order to get the whereabouts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches! Do you think you're the only one who knows the secret? Hahaha...... You miscalculated. ”

Leng Qi smiled sarcastically: "You are wrong, I was not interested in those twelve ancestral witches before, and I am not interested in them now!" Li Mengkai and I are out of the same door, although my mountain gate is defeated, but it is not a few of you old mongrels who say that they are bullied. I said, I'll settle this account! ”

The old witch suddenly shivered, and his back was numb, but he still gritted his teeth: "Pretend, old man, I will definitely let you show your true form today, so that none of you can leave." ”

"Back then, the world's Taoist sects said that I was with the demon, I was worthy of the word love, worthy of heaven and earth, but the world was vicious, the mountain gate was broken because of me, I gave the love to the world, but what did the world give me? Today, you stop me, I'll wait for someone! ”

Leng Qi glanced at Li Mengkai, who was dying behind him, and suddenly felt a little bitter.

When Leng Qi said this, Yuan Zhenzi, who had been frowning, didn't know what he thought, grew his mouth, covered his chest, and looked at Leng Qi blankly.

At this point, Gen Mako finally remembered where and who had mentioned the name Nanaya.

The cold sweat on her forehead soon wet the placket of Moto's clothes.

The old witch's wrinkled old face like dead bark suddenly swelled with a touch of madness, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "Whether he is seven nights or not, you must not let him go!" No matter who he is, he has a great relationship with the Twelve Ancestral Witches! ”

As soon as the old witch whispered, the people wearing cloaks behind him all took out a carved extremely strange bone whistle from their sleeves (it may also be called a Gu whistle here, I checked the information, but I didn't find it.) Come on.

A mysterious whistle sounded, and Leng Qi suddenly changed color.

Yuan Zhenzi also realized something, and rushed out of the store with a pale Hu Sanjin.

Hu Sanjin's gold shop was accompanied by the sound of a whistle, and gradually there was a rustling sound like silkworms eating mulberry leaves.

Immediately, countless black Gu worms poured out of it.

Leng Qi heard it right, those Gu worms were able to emit a terrible laugh that only a powerful ghost could make.

When the first Gu worm gradually turned into a figure with a pale face, black lips, and blood-gled forehead with a few witch worshippers slicing through the palms, Leng Qi finally understood where the ghost Shura came from that day!

Every Gu worm here is a ghost Shura who has been trained by these Miao people with Gu techniques.

Yuan Zhenzi panicked, pinched his fingers with a gloomy face, and some complicated lines loomed all over his body.

This is the talisman of the cave god's lineage, but Yuan Zhenzi is still gray.

Everyone changed color, and Lao Song's face was even more ugly, making people retreat again and again.

Such a situation has been out of control, and Lao Song believes that even if he asks his superiors for help at this time, he still can't control the situation in front of him.

Since Liu Yuanqing's death, there are few people who can borrow the power of the Daomen.

Lao Song knew this very well, that is, at this time, Lao Song faintly regretted it, maybe he shouldn't have treated Leng Qi in the first place......

For the first time in his life, Lao Song felt that he was so humble and powerless.

In Hu Sanjin's gold shop, resentment is constantly accumulating, and even covering the original bright moonlight in the sky.

"Catch him...... At all costs, if you die, you will detain his soul...... Liu Yuanqing's master and apprentice are dead, the veins of the mountain are withering, and the coffin door has long been empty, I think this kid has the great ability to dare to take on this ridiculous name......"

The old witch went crazy and drew a spell on his hand.

The resentment is even stronger, and the depressed people are breathless.

"Hey~ said that there was no one at my coffin door, and the old Taoist survived to this day, it was the first time I heard such words......"

An earth-shattering sentence.

In the night, a rickety figure, carrying a large wine gourd, walked in front of everyone step by step.

The old man walked to Hu Sanjin's shop casually, unscrewed the gourd, took a sip of wine, sprayed it out, gestured twice in the air, and flicked his fingers over, the group of pale-faced ghost Shura actually cowered and retreated, and the evil spirit in the night sky was also dissipating.

Hu Sanjin staggered and knelt down in front of Lao Dao: "Old man, it's you...... Help me...... Your eyes ......"

Lao Dao's shriveled eyes gently glanced at Hu Sanjin, who was paralyzed on the ground, shook his head and sighed and said, "Wealth is just frost on the grass, you can't be greedy!" Back then, you didn't make a career, every day wine and meat to me, I read your grace, only to bear the cause and effect of the leakage of heaven to save your life, change the number of people's lives, bear the disaster of people, I don't have a second pair of eyes to save you, after today, the blessings and disasters are known! ”

Leng Qi stood on the spot in a daze, looking at the old face on the side of the old road.

At this moment, some of the things he had been avoiding in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and they completely surged into his heart.

Mixed feelings, mixed tastes.

Under everyone's incredulous gaze, Leng Qi gently put down Li Mengkai, knelt in front of Lao Dao with trembling hands, and rested his forehead on the ground.

The first sounded his head, and Leng Qi was still able to calm himself.

The second sounded, and the ground became wet.

The third sounded his head, and Leng Qi whimpered.

After the three rings, Leng Qi's voice was hoarse, his eyes were blurred with tears, and he shouted out to Lao Dao with all his strength: "Master...... ...... Uncle"

Lao Dao's back froze......