It's really dumb, Ze Ze can't speak, what is the relationship between the two of them? Murong thought in surprise.

She had fought with the black-faced youth twice, and she really didn't pay attention to the black-faced youth's silence.

The position of the black-faced young man is clear, the enemy of the enemy is a friend Murong Qingwu still understands, the most important thing in front of him is to capture Dean Chen alive and ask about the whereabouts of Peng Peng and the coward, as for the rest, find the coward and say, he is intellectually responsible, there will be a way.

"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh~"

The black-faced young man was angry, his feet were like iron ploughs ploughing, the green tendons at his wrists were bursting up, he leaned down and swung his hands forward and backward, the movement of the clouds and water brought a strong wind, and the silk threads and arrows with tricky trajectories flew in all directions like two green snake wings, and in an instant, the glass display cabinet was worn to pieces, and Dean Chen held the bleeding shoulders to hide XC, and fled in embarrassment.

Murong Qingwu did not show weakness, and the colorful thunder light spell bombarded the corners that the silk arrows could not reach, and for a while, the glass shards flew with the shattered human skin.

Murong Qingwu's righteousness and the black-faced youth's vicious cunning were perfectly matched, pressing step by step, Dean Chen was in a panic, he had no time to distract himself from using the Demon Buddha Confusion Heart Sutra, squatting and hiding behind the few glass display cases that had not yet been broken, panting, barely stabilizing his mind, and reciting a few verses of scripture softly.

The darkness that rose at the same time as the scriptures instantly ate all the light, sealing the sight of the two men.

Come to this set again, there is nothing new at all, Murong Qingwu has suffered losses, and accidentally injured Peng Peng in the dark, this time he didn't dare to act rashly, his palms were facing each other up and down, and the colorful thunder light in his palms was ready to go.

The black-faced young man had a cautious personality, and the silk arrows circling in the hall were nailed to the wall, and even the slightest sound from Dean Chen would immediately pierce his head.

In order to avoid accidental injury, the two had to stop moving.

"Old guy, don't play this game, come out!" Murong Qingwu shouted loudly in the dark.

"Hahahahaha" Dean Chen's creepy arrogant laughter came, he paused, and said in a low voice, "My years of hard work have been ruined like this, and you all have to pay the price!"

The artwork "doll" made by half a lifetime of hard work was destroyed in this way, and it can be heard from Dean Chen's voice that he is trying his best to suppress his emotions.

Dean Chen's voice fluttered, so that Murong Qingwu couldn't lock his position and didn't dare to make a rash move.

The black-faced young man's ears moved slightly, his two fingers exerted force angrily, the silk thread turned and circled, and he ripped off the whole piece of gravel in the wall, and swung it at Dean Chen's voice, without even noticing it, a pair of white hands silently touched his chest.

Suddenly, a strong wind struck, Murong Qingwu almost relied on instinct to dodge the smashed gravel, the multicolored thunder in her hand exploded and struck, blasting in the direction of the gravel, and an unknown whispering sound sounded in her ears, this voice seemed to have the magic power that swayed people's minds, and she ignited an inexplicable anger.

You want me to die!

The whites of Murong Qingwu's eyes turned red due to congestion, her eyes swelled, her reason was swallowed up by the monstrous anger, her hands were connected to the thunder bureau, the sword fingers, the knife was the three seals, and the footwork of stepping on Tiangang was skilled, and the movements were skillful, all in one go, for a while, the faint Taoist talisman appeared in the colorful thunder light, illuminating the scene beside her, she snorted softly, and the electric light flashed and roared out, which was quite like shattering the ground.

The black-faced young man's pupils and whites were replaced by pitch black, ghostly hands were still wrapped around his waist, he was not in a hurry, his body was bent in a strange posture to avoid the colorful thunder and lightning, the silk thread was nailed to the roof and slid in front of Murong Qingwu, his legs were strong and powerful, and he kicked out twenty-one times one after another in an instant, each leg passed by the girl, and it seemed that he was completely kicking in the air, but the whistling wind blew her cheeks hurt, and the sound of the air on her legs shook Murong Qingwu's brain swelled, dizzy, and the decline between the hands gradually appeared.

These twenty-one leg techniques were deliberately hidden by the black-faced youth, and now they were exposed after he lost his mind.

All of them are going to die!

There was only one thought left in the black-faced young man's heart, and the iron ring between his fingers turned around, and the silk arrow wrapped back into his hand, and the sharp angle on the arrow stabbed Murong Qingwu's eyebrows fiercely.

Murong Qingwu's one-handed thunder flashed, hitting the opponent's wrist directly, the black-faced young man's wrist was sore, and he took two steps back, Murong Qingwu took the opportunity to hit the purple thunder with both hands, which was dazzling.

At this time, the darkness has dissipated, Dean Chen recited the Sen Leng scriptures, the two people in the hall who were bewitched by the Demon Buddha's Heart Sutra fought for their lives, unable to extricate themselves, Murong Qing's dance party was mostly the art of exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil, compared to fist and foot kung fu, it was naturally not the opponent of the black-faced youth, only relying on the Taoist thunder technique to compete, after a few rounds, the black-faced youth who was beaten by the vicious black-faced youth was defeated and retreated, and the danger was repeated.

Almost.

Dean Chen's wrinkled face smiled and recited the third layer of the scriptures, and within a moment, both the man and the woman would die under the Confused Heart Sutra.

And he, still the director of the orphanage, can continue to adopt orphans, so that the children can become his permanent artwork, the art of life, and eternal beauty.

"Woo woo woo~"

Suddenly, the cries of children were everywhere, and countless dark green souls floated out of the ghost crying wolf howl, all of them in the form of children, and sang loudly and nerve-numbing ballads, "Ragdolls, ragdolls, ragdolls without a home, dumb dolls who can't speak." ”

The dark green soul surrounded Dean Chen, stretched out his little hand to pull his shirt, tearing the flesh and skin, Dean Chen let out a vague roar under the pain, and recited the Demon Buddha Confusion Heart Sutra to the fourth layer, instantly shattering all the souls, at this moment Murong Qingwu in the hall was cut through his arm by a silk arrow, and the attack of the black-faced youth became more and more fierce, and her life was in danger.

"Do you still want to rebel against you lonely souls and wild ghosts?" Dean Chen's face was hideous and distorted, completely devoid of the so-called cordiality and kindness.

He's more like a demon in the skin of a hypocrite, a demon crawling out of hell!

The dark green soul itself was transformed by the child when he died, he didn't have too strong spiritual power, and he was powerless to fight back after being shaken away, not to mention that he died in the hands of Dean Chen, even if he became a soul, he was still afraid of this ghost-like living person.

The situation is getting more and more critical, Murong Qingwu has many injuries, her strength is gradually exhausted, her eyes are red, and her behavior is becoming more and more crazy when she loses her mind, using her hands and feet together, regardless of life and death, she pounces on the black-faced young man regardless of life and death.

At the last moment, a golden light fell, and the wave of qi separated the two, the golden light dispersed, and what caught my eye was a yellow fortune-telling banner with three red eye-catching coats on the banner, eight does not count.

"Fu was born in the wilderness, carrying a single banner through China. Kick over the waves of the world with two feet, and bear the sorrows of the past and the present on one shoulder. ”

The melodious poem sounded, and an afterimage swept by, and before Dean Chen could react, a white young man with a three-point dusty temperament appeared, and his hands quickly sealed, revealing two golden gossip phantoms, sucking Murong Qingwu and the black-faced youth from the spot and floating into the air, enveloping the two of them in golden light.

"The Heavenly Stems and the Earthly Branch, the Five Elements of Yin and Yang, the Taoist, the Extraordinary Dao, the Famous, the Famous!" the white-haired young man chanted leisurely, the Bagua Phantom in his hand was like gold poured into an entity, and the light was shining, removing the influence of the Demon Buddha Confusion Heart Sutra for the two of them.

"What people!" Dean Chen said in horror.

"Dean Chen, calm, what are you panicking about?" a familiar voice sounded.

Dean Chen turned his head in disbelief and exclaimed, "Liu Chen, you're not dead. ”

The corners of Liu Chen's mouth rose, and his iconic tiger teeth showed a very yellow and violent smile and said, "Old thing, Lao Tzu, you dare to calculate, see if I don't waste your dog day today." ”