The red fan is like a bottomless pit, and as soon as the skulls touch the iron fan, they are directly sucked into it, and it is difficult to see it again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is only a little, and the seemingly overwhelming skulls are completely gone. Tens of thousands of ghosts, all of them were absorbed by the wasted iron fan, and even half of them could not escape.

The husband was stunned and watched as he recalled the iron fan back into his hand. Without the coercion of the ten thousand ghosts, Fucha's tense body instantly relaxed, and the long-term tension made him directly collapse and bend down, only with a bronze sword on the ground, he did not fall to the ground.

Satisfied, he weighed the wide iron fan, and pinned it back behind him. The sole foot that fell to the ground first bent, and then took advantage of the momentum to kick, and the whole body rushed directly into the air.

Fucha has been following the flicker of waste's eyes, and then opened them, and in his sight, the figure of wasted can no longer be found.

The tired body trembled, and the whole person was like a peerless sword, exuding supreme sharpness. Gone? After taking his countless treasures and wasting the lives of tens of thousands of his soldiers, he ran away like a scoundrel?

The fire was accumulating and swelling in the chest. The bronze sword in his hand pointed at the sky, and a mouthful of depressed blood spurted out of his mouth, and a little blood beads were sprinkled in the air, showing an inexplicable desolation. "Ghosts and gods can bully widows!" The husband raised his head to the sky and shouted angrily, his eyes were bloodshot, and before he could spit out a breath in his throat, his body like a mountain fell straight back and fell to the ground.

"Bang." There was a muffled sound, and there was no one standing in the huge palace square.

"I took my husband's things, and when I was about to tell him that I would go on a trip to the country for him, he lost consciousness." Wasted looked at the underworld beside him, and his tone was a little helpless. He didn't take the money and not eliminate the disaster with others as his husband thought, but because he was narrow-minded, the husband couldn't hear it.

In the middle of the night of the second day, when he entered Yue Jun Goujian's room while it was dark, he was thinking of stealing a few years of Goujian's lifespan, so that he was out of tune with yin and yang, and he was depressed and retreated from the idea of eliminating Wu Guo, and the waste hidden in the dark inexplicably produced a sense of crisis.

When he looked around the room and couldn't find anything that could threaten him, he blamed himself for the not-so-strong sense of crisis. After all, in this world, people have always been afraid of ghosts and gods, how can ghosts and gods be afraid of people?

The sole of a foot pinned to his waist was carefully withdrawn. The soles of both feet hit the ground, creating a faint layer of mist floating on the outside of his body. But it was this fog that made the body of a person with a high level of exhaustion appear extremely blurry. Where the wasted place stood, only a hazy red figure could be seen. If you don't look closely, the red figure will inevitably be easily overlooked.

With both feet on the ground, I couldn't find half a point of scruples on my wasted face. Since his birth, wastefulness has made stealing his life's work. This source of self-confidence, the ball of his foot can be regarded as the best.

One foot in the void, two feet into the heavens and the earth. This is the most rebellious ability of waste. Of course, this entry into heaven and earth does not mean that it can be integrated with this heaven and earth, but only shows that he can hide his figure so that others can find it.

Striding towards the sleeping Gou Jian, a pair of eyes as small as rice beads had already swept back and forth in Gou Jian's room. Since you came, you can't come in vain. There are good things that don't come into your own arms, and that's never a wasteful style.

In folk rumors, wasted is a terrible ghost who does all kinds of evil. But the truth is very different. From a certain point of view, waste only steals people's belongings and lifespans, but does not directly kill a single person. If it is a terrible ghost, I am afraid that the mortals who died in his hands will not be able to count tens of thousands of toes.

"Hey, hey. If you run into me, count it as your bad luck. Standing in front of Goujian's bed, which was sleeping leaningly, he slowly pressed one palm to Goujian's forehead.

The head is the place where the Lord is born. The essence of a person's whole body, that is, the length of life, almost all depends on the strength of the essence in the brain.

There are several important acupuncture points on the head. Such as Shangxing, Baihui, Naohu, Qianding, Jade Pillow, etc., in modern medicine, acupuncture and moxibustion can prevent and treat diseases. Although the massage of these acupuncture points is not as strong as acupuncture, the massage area is large, the action is gentle, and it can also activate the meridians and play a role in preventing neurasthenia, headache, insomnia, senile dementia, and forgetfulness. This kind of statement, in fact, is to make the essence in the brain dredge, so as to achieve the result of prolonging life.

looked at Gou Jian, who was close at hand, and smiled proudly. Just as he was about to absorb Gou Jian's essence in the air, under the jade pillow he was resting on, a scorching white light suddenly erupted. The white light completely covered Gou Jian's body in it.

The waste reaction was not in time, and was hit by a white streamer, and when the palm of the outstretched hand was contaminated by the white light, it was like a drop of water falling into the blazing iron plate roasted by the flame, making a piercing "Boom" sound, and with the thought of the sound, wisps of red smoke flew around.

"Huh." The anomaly in the palm of his hand prompted Wasted to let out a scream of pain.

In the silent night sky, that scream was like a huge rock crashing into the calm water, stirring up thousands of waves.

"There are assassins!" Countless messy footsteps sounded from outside Gou Jian's room. The sound of the clash of the armor made the waste of energy ruined. He shook his palm, and was about to force his way through the door as best he could to steal some essence before the soldier rushed through the door.

But when you look up, you are dumbfounded.

Gou Jian, who was originally sleeping like a sea wave, had already put on the armor of the battle. In his hand, he held a white lightsaber that bloomed with holy qi and made Waste's heart tremble.

"Even the little ghosts dare to come out and go wild." Gou Jian was visibly taken aback when he saw the waste at first glance. But after reacting, Gou Jian was not afraid, but instead held the lightsaber and walked two steps towards waste.

Gou Jian's abnormal behavior fell in the eyes of Waste, and he was directly frightened and jumped backwards a few times. As the soles of his feet jumped, one of his legs reflexively hooked around his waist. The figure, which was originally quite vague, was completely exposed in front of Gou Jian's eyes in an instant.

"It turned out to be you. Waste, the legendary evil spirit who steals people's belongings and lifespan. Hmph, if you dare to steal the widow's head today, you deserve your life here! If it weren't for this pure sword, I'm afraid you would really succeed! ”

Thinking that his lifespan was almost a few years, or even decades shorter, just now, Gou Jian's anger erupted directly.

Holding the Chunjun sword, Gou Jian no longer talked nonsense, and directly raised the sword and slashed towards the waste.

A dragon-like creature of white light howled in the sky, engulfing him before he could react. When the white dragon disappeared, thousands of soldiers outside the house rushed into the house with spears to surround Gou Jian, and the wasted figure disappeared for no reason.

"Killed?" Gou Jian watched the Chunjun Sword in his hand dim again, and his face calmed down a little.

"How did you escape?" Hearing the end, Hades couldn't help but wonder. Looking at the waste that had palpitations on the side, Hades moved the corners of his lower lip meaningfully.

Because he felt that the white-robed man not far away was already a little impatient and ready to make a move!