After listening to Uncle Li's words, the fat man and I also looked up in surprise and found that large snowflakes had fallen from the roof of the room. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the influence of the yin wind, some snowflakes hit our faces and bodies like sand, but because we are now extremely yin physique, our bodies do not have the body temperature of ordinary people, so those snowflakes do not melt into water droplets, but accumulate thicker and thicker on our faces and shoulders, making us look like Santa Claus.

After the fat man and I stayed for a while, we looked at Uncle Li in a daze: "Uncle, are we dazzled, or are we hallucinating, this snow, what's the matter." ”

Uncle Li didn't answer us immediately, just looked at the white ghosts that were still wriggling with his eyes, and after a while, Uncle Li sighed and said: "Alas, in fact, those ghosts are also victims, they were turned into walking dead ghosts by the old man with evil methods, although the consciousness is lost, but the resentment that accumulated in the soul before has not dissipated, but accumulated more and more in the soul, just now I was burned by my bubble of Huilong liquid with the pure yang qi of the five thunder oil pool fire charms, and the resentment in the body leaked out, And condensed together, there will be this weird weather similar to June snow, it seems, I shot too hard. ”

"Uncle, you don't have to feel guilty, these ghosts have no consciousness and reason, even if you don't take action to abolish them, under the manipulation of that JB Su master, they will continue to harm people, you say yes." I saw that Uncle Li felt a little guilty, so I persuaded him.

"Damn, it's all your sins, the thief, I'm going to kill you today, I'm with your last name,." Uncle Li was depressed in his mind, and when he looked up, he just saw that the old man had lowered his arm, and the hunting yin wind had weakened.

Master Su seemed to be accustomed to Uncle Li's abuse, and did not show too much anger or shame, but just looked coldly at the white ghosts that had begun to melt for a while, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and then he took off the Taoist robe on his body, unfolded it in the wind, and covered the white ghosts who had become powerless to struggle.

Uncle Li, the fat man, and I didn't know what this old man wanted to do, so we didn't act rashly, wanting to see what tricks this cruel and cruel bastard was up to.

After waiting for a few minutes, he floated to the top of the couch, picked up the robe, and draped it over his body, and then saw that the pile of white ghosts that were still twisted together just now were gone, not even a little pus left, and disappeared without a trace like gas.

However, about 10 centimeters above the yellow brocade laid on the couch, a milky white bead the size of a pigeon's egg appeared, which was round in color and had a mist like water vapor, which looked like a treasure.

Master Su's right hand was bent into a claw, and as soon as he grabbed the bead void, the bead was sucked into Master Su's hand, Master Su looked at the bead, smiled, and immediately tilted his neck and swallowed the bead.

"This old calf is really pee (Northeast dialect: Niu B), he swallowed the Neidan that he cultivated, the reason why he raised Neidan in the souls of those ghosts is that he wants Neidan to absorb the yin spirit qi of the ghosts, and secondly, he wants Neidan to stimulate the potential of the ghosts, so that they have stronger attack power, which is also a kind of cultivation method of mutual aid and symbiosis, but it is too vicious and not advocated by the famous Taoist sect." Uncle Li knew that the fat man and I were confused about Master Su's actions, so he explained softly.

"Hehe, you know a lot, I underestimated you." Although Uncle Li spoke in a very soft voice, Master Su still heard every word that Uncle Li said, and couldn't help but look at Uncle Li with a little surprise and said.

"Well, the Maonan Taoist sect originated from Miaojiang, and it is not a branch of the local Taoism in the Central Plains, and my cultivation belongs to Taiyi, which originated in the Jin Dynasty, and the so-called Quanzhen, Zhengyi and other Taoist sects in the Central Plains are not the same as each other.

"Fuck off, don't fucking be close to me, who is the same as you, you are too much to practice together are all harmful ghosts, and our Maonan mixed yuan faction is to save people and help the world as their own responsibility, this difference is one in the sky and one underground, you really dare to fucking nag, fuck." Uncle Li didn't appreciate the "kindness" of Master Su's release at all, and spoke ill of each other.

"You self-proclaimed decent people are always like this, you think you are good at everything, always right, but that's just your wishful thinking, just like just now, you burned those ghosts beyond recognition, miserable, is this what you call saving people and helping the world, if you are really kind, you should send them to the judge to help them reincarnate as soon as possible, but you didn't do this, so you are not any different from us in your bones, They are all using killing as a means to achieve their goals, but you like to hide the blood-stained butcher knife and show people with a sanctimonious hypocrisy, while we are real villains and not pretentious, so you say, which of us is more real. Master Su looked at Uncle Li, not in a hurry or annoyed, and said sarcastically.

"Alright, don't grind around here, you can't sell tickets." Regarding Master Su's strong words and secretly changing concepts, Uncle Li was really too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he said lazily: "Haven't you heard a word of before, when you can do it, try not to make noise, is it interesting to say so many salty and non-salty soups, I'll ask you, Lu Weihong, let go, or not." ”

"Whether it's a ghost or a thing, as long as you enter the house, then you will be my house for the rest of your life, and others don't want to get involved in it for a minute." Master Su squinted his triangular eyes and engaged in a psychological secret war with Uncle Li, and at the same time expressed his point of view very clearly, that is, he was resolute.

"In that case, then let's just eat popsicles and pull popsicles, and we won't (talk)." Uncle Li looked at Master Su with a smile, and flipped his two hands, and there was an extra Tianluo Net Talisman in each hand, which was a signal to make a move.

As soon as I saw Uncle Li'er send out a code, the fat man and I, who had been holding it for a long time, were like being amnestied, and the fat man stretched out his hand and held the two Xuantie swords in his hands, and intentionally knocked the two swords against each other, making a crisp sound.

Not to be outdone, as soon as my mind moved, my entire right arm was instantly shrouded in a layer of black smoke like a thin veil, coupled with the snowflakes that were still falling on the ceiling, white snow and black smoke, the contrast was strong, and the scene was weird.

Seeing me and the fat man struggling to get lucky, Master Su seemed to feel a little funny, but when he saw the faint red light emitted by the ghost pasture sealed in the body of the Xuantie Sword held by the fat man's right hand, and the black evil qi released from my right arm could actually melt the snowflakes into water, he couldn't help frowning, and it seemed that it was very incomprehensible that the fat man and I had mastered these two sharp weapons to cut off yin and yang at such a young age.

However, after a slight groan, the old man's face sank, as if he had made up his mind, and then he dragged half of his body, wearing an overly wide robe, like a strange bat, and walked freely among the snowflakes that were still flying, while constantly sprinkling some red powder in his hands.

"Oh no, he's going to trap us, quick, get him down and fix his limbs to the ground with silver needles." As soon as he saw the old man flying in the air, Uncle Li hurriedly beckoned me and the fat man to get the old man down.

The fat man and I followed the order, jumped up, and after jumping to the same height as the old man, the two of them attacked the old man at the same time: the fat man's left hand stabbed at the door of the old man's face, this was to divert the attention of the old man, and the right hand slashed the black iron sword sealed with the ghost herding road that was specially designed to restrain ghosts to the chest of the old man.

Seeing the fat man as the main attacker, I obediently went around to the back of Master Su, showed the sharp nails of my right hand, and went straight to the back of Master Su's heart, ready to give a black tiger to dig out my heart.

Although I cooperated skillfully with the fat man's movements, and the timing was just right, the old man was indeed not an idle person, and at this critical juncture, he was not in a hurry, and actually made a thousand pound fall, so that the half of the body that originally looked thin and withered was like a weighing stone thrown into the water, and fell to the ground with a swish.

As soon as the fat man and I saw that the front and back shots were missed, we didn't dare to slack off, and we hurriedly pressed down our bodies, wanting to continue to pester the old man and cut his head full of bags.

At first, I thought it was too much snow on the ground to make us feel like we were stepping on a carpet, but soon we both felt that something was wrong, because we both felt something on the ground trying to grab our trouser legs.

The fat man and I looked down, and we were almost so frightened that we screamed in fright, but we saw that the ground was full of pale, dirty, thin, fat, slender, or thick-jointed human hands, which reached out of the red cinnabar that had fallen on the ground at some point, and pulled at my and the fat man's pants with all their might, as if to pull us both into some hell below the underworld at once.

The fat man and I were shocked, and immediately kicked those endless human hands with our feet, but after kicking this one, we pounced on another one, which made the fat man very angry, and he didn't care about chasing and killing Master Su, but just used the dark iron sword in his hand to chop the hands of those people on the ground, which barely dispersed those human hands that appeared out of thin air.

Seeing that the fat man and I were gradually at a disadvantage, Uncle Li, who had been sweeping the formation next to him, stopped doing it, and as soon as he raised his legs, he was about to come over to help us, but suddenly fell to the ground after a "oops".

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