The word "unification" was like thunder on the ground, and even I was shocked when I spit it out.

At this moment, I felt a thousand rays of light.

The head of this beautiful woman was like thunder, and a lot of black liquid burst out from all over her facial features. It let out a more terrible cry than the first, a sound that was almost beyond the range of sound that could be felt by a human ear, and I felt a sharp pain in my head like a pinprick in my head, which seemed to be so full that my skull was about to explode. Not only that, but the Golden Silkworm Gu that had been in my body finally began to become irritable.

As far as I know, a half-spirit body similar to the Golden Silkworm Gu is also the most taboo for high-frequency ultrasound.

The beauty's head stopped biting me and flew upwards, while I felt my ears bleed, and I couldn't help but cover my ears with my hands full of blood and flesh.

After it floated in the air, it stumbled like a mass of jellyfish, dragging its entrails and intestines along the way.

If you don't die, you will suffer from it, and there will be endless troubles in the future. Am I the one who appeases the adulterer, struggles to get up, sprints a hundred meters, and runs forward. The winter of '08 was particularly cold, and the wind roared in my ears, but it reduced the pain that had just eaten my bones, and my ears were ringing in the ears all the time, but at this moment it has also slowed down and become mild. Three packs of black dog blood were splashed, and then resonated with my mantra, the red mist around the beauty's head was already so thin that it was almost nothing, and flying at this moment was like a stupid duck that had just begun to try to fly, stumbling all the way and crumbling.

I strode after it, my hand already in the bag.

There are also two packets of black dog blood in it, and the last two packets. I adjusted my breathing and let my footsteps run to the rhythm of my heartbeat, imagining that I was Tanhualang Xiao Li's flying knife, imagining that I was Hou Yi who shot the sun, and imagining that I was the king of snipers and the "white death" of Denmark Seamohya...... For a moment, all sorts of great gods swirled in my mind, whoosh - I made a move, right in the middle of it.

A large area of blood splattered, and the beauty's head finally fell weakly, and on the ground, it looked like a puddle of rotten flesh from a distance.

I immediately ran, lifted my foot, nervous, and stomped on a string of internal organs under the neck of the skull, and with a sigh, it broke a lot unexpectedly. One was excited, the other was nervous and frightened, I stomped like crazy, trampled all the badly wounded rotten flesh into minced flesh, and then grabbed the guy's hair, like a meteor hammer, and after a few circular movements, slammed it to the ground.

The skull was like a basketball, bouncing high.

The cold wind blew, the palpitations receded like a tide, and I was covered in blood, cold, and shivering. At this time, a large truck came from the direction of Jiangcheng, with bright headlights and a long honking horn. I carried the charred head and gave way to the side of the road. The truck honked again, obviously very dissatisfied with my appearance on the highway, and then, perhaps seeing my pitiful appearance clearly, I felt the tail of the horn tremble, without a pause, and swished and ran towards the front.

I felt the ground tremble as the wheels of a heavy truck pressed against the road. This flying head in my hand is down, my mouth is still opening and closing, spitting bubbles.

It has red eyes and looks in the direction to the left.

I followed its line of sight, and saw a black shadow lying on the ground on the flat ground outside the highway guardrail. Obviously, I noticed, and the black shadow slowly stood up, stiffened, and looked up at me. My vision in the dark had improved considerably, and at a glance, I recognized the slightly strange face in its ugliness, and the horrible tattoo on the bare neck.

Pa Song, a descending master from Thailand, a man who appeared inexplicably and inexplicably opposed to me.

He stared at me, his eyes shining in the darkness, and I sensitively noticed that there was blood on the corners of his mouth and placket, and it was evident that the old man had vomited before I found him. Impressive...... A night owl's laughter rang out from the darkness, and he was wrapped in a cloak, and his thin body was wrapped in a black mantle, and a black mass moved towards me.

I asked him: Ba Song?

He nodded and said yes.

The head of the beauty in her hand actually moved again, is it a "ready to move" movement, or a "dying struggle" movement? I don't know, but as a frightened bird, I can only smash this thing in my hand against the guardrail of the highway, and smash it hard, and every time I hit the stone fence, blood is splashed. I was so hard that when I smashed it the fourth time, the silky hair finally broke out of my scalp, and the hair flew like a cannonball, "whoosh", flew to the middle of the highway, landed, and rolled like a ball.

Ba Song watched me go crazy coldly, neither stopping nor scolding, as if he were an outsider.

However, from his constantly trembling body, you can see the anger contained in his heart.

I threw away the corpse hair in my hand, then found a clean ground and wiped it, and then greeted the foreign friend in front of me cordially, saying good evening. He told me that he didn't expect His Excellency Lu Zuo to be such a powerful character.

I looked at him condescendingly, and said where, control the soul and the corpse...... Mr. Ba Song is really a thaumaturgy. However, there is a saying that I don't know if I should talk about it or not, the technique of descending the head is against the sky, and the emphasis is on a danger and opportunity in parallel, you can learn to control the corpse, and you must also have the thaumaturgy of flying head down. If you dare to grit your teeth and fight, if you have the conditions to fly up and down, and if you don't have the conditions, I'm afraid that you have become a big party, where will you be afraid of the blood of this black dog in the mortal world and encounter a backlash?

He shook his head and said that if it was before, he would naturally grit his teeth and practice, but now in this world, communication is developed, and transportation is convenient, so there are too many dangers. The fellow disciple he met with Xiu Fei's head descending, within ten fingers, only four could pass two stages, and only one could reach the blood-sucking man, and then on the fourth night of that stage, this person was burned alive with a flamethrower. What is cultivation? Just for immortality, to reach the other side, if the soul returns to the underworld at this moment, why not live in the world?

I rolled over and jumped off the protective fence of the highway, stood eight meters away from him, didn't talk nonsense to him, and asked me directly.

Who knew that he actually asked me a question that I couldn't have imagined.

He asked me if I had seen Wang Luohe?

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Under my surprised inquiry, I finally learned the origin of everything.

It was actually Wang Luohe's affair that was not over.

My vein Miao Gu, the above-mentioned generation to Luo Eighteen, is called Dunzhai Miao Gu. Dunzhai is located in the northwest of Dadunzi Town, all over the high mountains and wild mountains, is a place of poor mountains and bad waters, in ancient times, the miasma was numerous, ordinary people can not pass. However, Dadunzi Town, which is 40 miles away from the village, is a transportation hub that connects western Hunan to Guizhou and even southern Sichuan, and has been the place of logistics communication since ancient times. The flow of goods, the circulation of personnel, the Miao, Dong, Han, Tujia ethnic groups converge and live together, but there is nothing to do.

At that time, there was a Han family named Huazi, who wandered to the Miao family village in the deep mountains, and then for some reason, he followed the ancestor of the previous generation to start the inheritance of Miao Gu. This person is Luo Eighteen, during which the secret is no longer enough for outsiders, if you explore and elaborate in detail, it will inevitably be a play of "Yang Lu Zen Learning Art Chen Jiagou". I don't know how many trials and tribulations have been experienced, Luo 18 rose in a certain year, killing bandits, fighting bandits, town warlords, and fellow people in Hunan, Guizhou and Guizhou provinces, sitting at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, no one can take the limelight, and he has made a great reputation.

That is already a matter of the Republic of China, the name of the Han Gu King Luo Eighteen, is as far as Guidong in Xiangxi, and some people know it, it is Mr. Shen Congwen, and there is also a vague mention in the text, and it is a big name. Later, Luo 18 abandoned the view of the portal, and did not bring one by one like the predecessors of the goddess, passing on the bloodline, but widely accepted disciples, with a total of six disciples. Just when this vein was in a state of prosperity, Luo 18 and the three disciples went to Dongting Lake in central Hunan to explore the way, and inexplicably died in the dragon cave at the bottom of a lake, four people died, and only one was returned.

In the autumn of troubled times, warlords rose everywhere, the world was in chaos, human life was like mustard, the apprentice was silent, the banner fell, and the rest of the people turned into birds and scattered, and went their own way.

The apprentice who escaped death stayed in this Miao village, guarding the ancestors and ancestors with peace of mind, sacrificing and celebrating.

He is my master who died tragically in the ravine, and his intestines were plucked all over the ground by wild dogs. Wang Luohe's master, who was enthusiastic for a while, joined the national army, and then drifted away in troubled times and went to Burma. Pa Song's master, the seventh disciple of Luo 18, an outcast who was expelled from the wall, was also a person of outstanding talent for a day, and he was not angry with the master's conservatism, so he went south to seek the method of enlightenment, and then settled in Thailand and spread his branches. Because these two disciples are in the same domain, they also have contacts with each other, and the juniors are also familiar with each other, Wang Luohe and Ba Song are friends of life and death, and the last time he came to China, he handed over a wisp of his remnant soul to Ba Song with an amber rope.

After that, the heavens are dark, and Ba Song already knows a thing or two.

It's the first time I've known about these secrets, and I'm not interested in Chen Guzi's rotten pockmarks. So I didn't change my face, but just asked so much, what do you care about me? You came here to avenge Wang Luohe?

Ba Song smiled, he said that the side door is dangerous, the left road is difficult, and if you step in, this life does not belong to you, but depends on the will of heaven. God tells you to live more, and you live more. God lets you die, and you die, and you can't blame others. Besides, it is not his turn to take revenge, Wang Luo and his family also have their own inheritance, and there are many smart people, and they have their own sons and nephews to do it. But he came to me for something.

"What's the matter?"

"In the head-lowering technique, the flying head descending is the most mysterious and terrifying, and it is also the most terrifying and weird, ranking first; The technique of Gu poison, with the golden silkworm Gu is the most able to channel the spiritual world and harmonize with itself. Both are supreme paths, but the Tao and the Tao are different after all, and with the same name, there are thousands of methods. Natal Golden Silkworm Gu, in addition to the Miaojiang Voodoo Sect that was destroyed in the war, Miao Dong has thirty-six mountains, and only Han Gu King Luo Eighteen has a heritage. And Luo Eighteen is the only one who knows. ”

"So what?"

"Xu Banggui, the turtle son, is a rebel who kills the master, how can he enjoy the cultivation method of the natal golden silkworm Gu in his remaining veins, how can he enjoy the cultivation method of the natal golden silkworm Gu?" Ba Song suddenly shouted loudly: "You blessed stinky boy, what can you do to enjoy this golden silkworm Gu? I'm not convinced......"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and a handful of black sand was sprinkled on me, and the smell was unbearable, and the rain was like a waterfall.