"Don't trust him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoDon't forget our agreement! The white-robed man saw the excitement in the eyes of the green-bodied ghost boy. For some reason, the white-robed man moved and stood beside the green-bodied ghost boy. The pure sword in his hand broke away from the palm of the white-robed man's hand, and swayed up and down around the white-robed man's body in the air.

Where the white pure Jun sword passed, it left a string of afterimages. In a trance, those white shadows completely surrounded the white-robed man, reflecting him extremely ethereal. It seems that he is really an immortal who has been born into the world, out of the mud and unstained, and he is indescribably holy. The only flaw was the scar on his face.

Before the green ghost boy could react, the palm of the white-robed man hanging at his side raised a finger. The straight and slender fingers drew circles in the air, and the irregular pure Jun sword that was originally flying rotated with the fingers of the white-robed man with his fingers.

The dense shadow of the sword stretched for a long time, and from the direction of the underworld, there were some dragon shapes!

"It is worthy of being destroyed by the underworld. It's really scary. The underworld looked solemnly at the sword shadow in front of the white-robed man, and groaned for a moment, his body slowly jumped up in Zhou Ming's astonishment, standing side by side with the waste.

"It's a little hard to deal with, but it's not enough to be afraid of." The underworld seemed to be talking to himself, but his wasted gaze kept staring at the Chunjun Sword, and his face showed a bit of thought.

"I've seen this sword." The voice of the void was a little frightened, and the sole of the foot that stepped on the void jumped twice, and the big iron fan in his hand leaned against the side of his face and waved it rapidly. What I want to fan is not the heat, but the fear that can't help but rise in my heart.

As we all know, in the Tang Dynasty, he wasted the things that he had stolen from Tang Xuanzong, and was almost killed by Zhong Kui. And before that, there were not a few emperors who stole in vain. I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet?

In 478 BC, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, when Gou Jian led the army to attack Wu again, and successively achieved good news, Wu Guofu was almost unwilling to be defeated by a person who had bowed his head to himself, so he found a secret method, and when the moon was full, he killed 10,000 people in front of the palace, artificially created a place of extreme yin, and placed thousands of rare treasures in the center of the blood of 10,000 people, so as to attract the waste of stealing people's property and happiness.

The husband had seen it on a book of ghost bamboo slips, and what wasting actually stole was not the joy of people, but the life span of mortals!

He wanted to use the power of ghosts and gods to kill Gou Jian invisibly.

In the middle of the night, when the husband was about to endure the hardship, a strange blood-red figure flashed from his side.

The original tiredness disappeared in an instant. The husband stared and looked around for a week, but he couldn't see anything red.

"Could it be that the widow is dazzled?" Fucha rubbed his eyes, and when his fingers touched the jade beads on the jade crown in front of his forehead, he made a series of crisp banging sounds.

"You're not a little bold." The sound of yin and yang suddenly reached Fucha's second middle school, making him shiver all over. With both hands, he pulled out the bronze sword he was wearing from his side, and before he could determine whether there was a figure in front of him, he slashed out.

Feeling that the bronze sword in his hand was not obstructed, the husband glared angrily at a pair of tiger eyes. Holding the sword in front of him, the husband saw clearly that all the officials and soldiers who had been accompanying him were stunned on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

And because he knew that what he was doing today was harmful to heavenly principles, the husband had already drunk those guards and retreated. I thought that with dozens of people would be enough to deter the waste caused by the residence, but at this moment, the husband realized how naïve his thoughts were.

Mortals are mortals, and no matter how many they are, they can't compete with the power of ghosts and gods.

When he raised his eyes, he saw a blood-red body, as if he had come out of the eighteenth layer of hell. Looking at his huge bull nose and his palms the size of a fan, Fu Cha endured the panic in his heart. He silently put away the bronze sword in his hand, and then sank into the dantian, raised his head and shouted at the waste.

"The widow summoned you to help me kill the thief. I wish the widow a helping hand, and all the treasures of the world will be yours in the future. The husband was arrogantly erected, and he was calm, even in the face of the ethereal ghosts, he couldn't see the slightest cowardice.

The floating body of Wasted jumped forward in the air, and the strange body disappeared in an instant.

The husband was stunned, and all the treasures that were placed among the blood of 10,000 people were gone. Then, in the next moment, Fucha was horrified to find that out of the dried blood that had stained the ground black-brown, skulls with a heavy aura flew out. The moment the skulls flew out, their empty eyes all looked towards Fucha.

There are tens of thousands of dense skulls. Fucha was surrounded by a group of skulls in the center, and the pores on his body opened in an instant, and cold air swished into his body.

"Husband, taste me and wait for my life."

"Husband, you can't die well!"

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Those skulls grinned with their mouths that were about to break, and a terrible cry came out of the mouths of those skeletons, all the ghosts howled together, and the voices converged together, and the husband only felt as if he had fallen into a sea full of resentment, unable to advance or retreat, and his body became extremely stiff unconsciously, and the only thing he could do was to stare at his eyes open, as if he wanted to use his eyes to scare the ghosts around him.

"Widows are right. The widow is the chosen son of heaven in this heaven and earth, and it is your honor to kill you! You dare to be disrespectful to the widow, you are the real damned! Suddenly, the husband held one hand on the bronze hilt of the sword at his waist, and in a flash of cold light, the azure bronze sword slashed straight through the dozens of skulls.

The skulls turned into a reddish mist when they touched the bronze sword in Fucha's hand, and when the bronze sword disappeared, the mist gathered again into skulls. They watched as they were about to collapse, and one by one they let out a sharp laugh as if they were a madman wielding a bronze sword.

"A group of imps dare to make noise." Wasted reappeared, standing among tens of thousands of skulls, pulling out the large iron fan he was carrying behind him.

As soon as he inhaled from the tip of his nose, the skull beside him that couldn't escape was directly inhaled into his body by Waste, following the flow of air. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he not only did not feel uncomfortable, but instead showed a look of enjoyment.

"Let me all in!" The red iron fan held in the wasted hand suddenly flashed red. The tens of thousands of skulls seemed to sense something for a moment, and they no longer bothered to laugh at their husbands, and scattered one by one screaming. The entire sky, in just a moment, was covered in a dense mass of skulls.

"Want to escape? Give me back. Become the revenant of my Dead Soul Fan! Watching all the ghosts flee together, he casually threw the iron fan in his hand into the air, and the iron fan also gushed out countless red lights like silk threads. The moment those skulls were stained with red light, they were horrified to find that they couldn't move, but flew back towards the iron fan behind them!