Tang Long strode away and walked towards the crowd, the blood veins in his body "boomed", like a flood through a canyon, full of vitality. Step on the gray and white demon qi, and swing out the black demon qi in one step.

"Shepherd, hand over the Calamity Chronicle. Tang Long looked at Tang Shui indifferently, and a powerful demonic aura erupted instantly, heading straight for the thunderclouds. The thunderclouds are like the sea, setting off waves one after another, with clear layers and stretching in all directions.

Hissing, countless days of thunder, like rain, poured down. In an instant, the whole world was white.

"Ahhh......h

This fright, those banshees couldn't help but puff out more demonic energy, just for the ethereal sense of security.

Tang Shui looked back at the crowd, Dao Mu with a stunned face, and Hu Mengying in a panic. Then, contrary to the norm, he slowly stood up, a momentum that was not inferior to Tang Long, and instantly dispersed, dividing the world equally.

Tang Shui's eyes were as bright as a sword, his right hand pinched the sword finger, pointed directly at Tang Long, glared and angrily reprimanded, "Tang Long, are you crazy?

Tang Long was unmoved, but the others retreated one after another. If you are not afraid of what happens, you are afraid of harming the fish in the pond.

"You shouldn't have killed me in the first place. Tang Long's right hand grabbed his wrinkled scalp violently, as if tearing off his clothes, and ripped off a layer of human skin.

A hideous-looking humanoid praying mantis, revealing in front of everyone, with disproportionately large black eyes, a mouth that occupies the lower half of the face, dark teeth, and sharp blades.

"Now, I'm back and I'm breaking through. And you, like a dead wood that has fallen to the ground, how can you compare with me?" Speaking of excitement, the hand sickle that was as sharp as a divine weapon unfolded, pointing directly at Hu Mengying, coldly measured, "If you don't hand over the Calamity Chronicle, don't blame me for being ruthless under the knife." ”

"Brother Tang Shui, he seems to regard Hu Mengying as my adoptive mother...... Dao Mu leaned forward slightly, covered half of his face with one hand, and whispered, "Your godfather seems to have eaten something wrong, and now he has heartless delusion." If you give him a book at will, how can he tell the truth from the fake. ”

When Tang Shui heard this, he turned his head and saw Dao Mu's sincere red eyes. His expression immediately became complicated and strange, and he sighed for a short time.

So, he turned his head, took out a book, and snorted coldly, "For you!" The words fell and threw them at Tang Long.

Tang Long took the ancient book, there was no text on the book cover, and it was reflected in Tang Long's eyes, but it completely changed its appearance, an out-and-out "Calamity Chronicle". Hmm, Tang Long turned more than a dozen pages of study, and then he believed it, and his face was full of bright sunshine.

Bang, Tang Long closed the ancient book and was satisfied with the Sumeru ring. Bright smiling faces, smug out. Finally, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh wildly, Tang Long was still crazy, and pointed at Tang Shui with his sickle, "You Mucang also has today!" "Do you think I will be the same as you were back then?!"

Suddenly, Tang Long's smile disappeared in an instant, and the whole person was as quiet as a dead thing. A stronger and more mysterious aura spread from Tang Long's body. Those disproportionate pure black eyes were so cold that they didn't dare to look directly, or even glance at them.

Tang Shui was shocked, as Tang Long's symbiotic master, he didn't know what kind of madness Tang Long was doing. Everyone else is fine, the most honest in the land, the deepest in the city, but something went wrong.

"Demon outbreak?"

Tang Shui lost his mind, but after about two or three breaths, Tang Long was already ready to go, and the two scythes swallowed the cold mang, and the surrounding time and space were like swamps, and they tended to condense into ice.

"Death!" Tang Long spat out a word, and then his body trembled, and the phantom clone was gone, and in an instant, countless people were gone.

Hu Mengying didn't react, and a phantom clone came with a scythe, and the blades were like white rainbows intertwined into butterflies. Hu Mengying didn't have time to scream, and the body had been broken up. The knife edge on the corpse is neat and tidy, like a mirror.

Tang Long was not an ordinary Heaven Realm powerhouse, and his attack was as fast as lightning. In the entire courtyard, only Tang Shui had the strength to resist and was unscathed.

Others were not spared, and Pastor Dao was no exception. feces and urine are scattered and mixed with red and white brains, and it is impossible to tell who is who.

"Roar!" Tang Shui saw that his companion was killed, not to mention, along with the banshee spirit he had worked so hard to find, and Hu Mengying, who had just fallen in love, was also killed, and his eyes were red, "Tang Long, you are dying!"

When the words fell, the sword moved, and in an instant, the sword light and sickle shadow, "Qiang Qiang" collided, bursting out of the galaxy.

"Boom ......" the house slid down the incision, flew and collapsed. The vines were broken, the juice splattered everywhere with the shadow of the sword, and the branches and leaves flew with the sawdust and dust.

The green and astringent smell of vine juice, the smell of feces and urine in the intestines, the sweet smell of blood and brain, the smell of wine scattered all over the ground, the smell of barbecue that has never gone away, the smell of dust and fish from the collapse of houses, and the smell of rotting wood.

In the rhythmic sound of fighting, the collision of weapons, the sound of scolding, in the collision of splendid spells, the exchange of swordsmanship, all kinds of flavors are like the spices in the hot pot, converging into an extremely disgusting soup.

It has a smell that is difficult to describe in any words, and no new scent can be masked, or diluted.

Tang Shui and Tang Dragons are all Heavenly Realms, and because Tang Long is a symbiotic spirit beast of Tang Shui. Tang Shui is obviously stronger than Tang Long, but where he dares to make a dead move, it is mostly defense-oriented. During the fierce battle, Tang Shui did not forget to try various methods to make Tang Long sober up.

As a result, the two sides have been stuck for a long time, and neither can take advantage of the other party.

"Mu Cang!" Tang Long drank coldly, spit out green air in his mouth, and only pounced on Tang Shui's surface door. "I can't imagine that you can still have this achievement if you abandon herding and practice swords. Much stronger than my stupid fellow master. "The left hand scythe slashed, and the right hand scythe was raised, wanting to cut off Tang Shui's hands. "You're just a human being, so principled that it restricts your future!"

"Tang Long, keep your dog's eyes open. Tang Shui trembled with anger, his eyes were wide with anger, and his hair stood on end like a steel needle. With a hook of the sword, the big hand fell, and the flying sword poured down from the sky, knocking Tang Long back, "I am Tang Shui, your symbiosis master!"

"Drink! Mucang, you are still so humble. Tang Long replied to the question, his body bowed slightly, and the sickle in his right hand swung out a tornado, and ten thousand swords did not invade his body. "Your beloved woman is dead at my hands. At this moment, no matter how sad and angry you are in your heart. Still unwilling to break the oath and step on the bottom line. ”

As he spoke, Tang Long looked at Tang Shui's eyes as if he was looking at a terminally ill old man. But the next moment, Tang Long was like crazy, "Your kindness that is almost hypocritical should be eliminated!"

Tang Shui swung his sword to fight back, angry and ruined, but there was nothing he could do. This feeling of powerlessness is like the shepherds they slaughtered in the first place.

Escape?

Where to flee?

Tang Long could quickly find his traces through the subtle sense of the symbiosis contract. When Tang Shui lost his mind, the offensive was not weak but strong, and Tang Long did not retreat, but bullied himself.

At this moment, a fresh breeze suddenly came from the air, and brought a touch of golden sand, brushing Tang Shui's face.

"Ahhh......h

didn't give Tang Shui any chance to react, and the black and rich demonic aura shrouded Tang Shui.

"Mucang, you shouldn't ask the Lord to forcibly dissolve the symbiotic contract between you and me. Tang Long's hand sickle spat out white gas, and Tang Shui stepped into the footsteps of others, and the corpses were scattered all over the ground. "At the beginning, everything I did was for your good! Only I can make you stronger!"

After speaking, phew, Tang Long spat at Tang Shui's corpse pile, and then turned to leave. One step and three turns, the devil-like face is distorted, and the yin owl and the sorrow are mutually exclusive and merging.

He didn't even realize that his body was like ice and snow, constantly melting. The black liquid flowing from his body, the yellow sand condensed all over the ground, didn't feel any pain.

He hadn't walked more than ten zhang before Tang Long stopped abruptly.

I saw Hu Mengying and Dao Mu walking towards them. "Papapa......" Dao Mu looked indifferent, and applauded Tang Long with both hands. The enemy who destroyed the door was in front of him, but he was so calm that Hu Mengying beside him was frightened.

"You...... You...... You ......" Tang Long's upright body twitched violently for a while, and then wilted.

I felt like a deflated ball, my whole body was exhausted, and I couldn't even stand on my feet, swaying, like a drunkard who drank too much.

Tang Long shook his head vigorously, raised his hands and patted his head, just like chiseling a stone, black liquid splashed with bone blood. After a while, he chiseled off a small half of his skull. But he woke up, and the scenes reappeared in his mind very clearly.

Looking back at the Shura field behind him, which was full of corpses, his black eyes, which were already disproportionately large, were about to fall out of his sockets.

Tang Long took out the ancient book he had just gotten again, trembling all over, and a large amount of black liquid flowed down the river, like a candle shedding tears, freezing Tang Long in place.

"You...... You...... You ......"

Tang Long only felt that he had a nightmare, how could he accept this fact. Looking down at the body that was constantly melting, black liquid flowed out of the brain hole. It flowed all over his face, flowing into the disproportionately large eyes, and he didn't notice it, and the strange face became even more hideous.

"Fate is wonderful. The corners of Dao Mu's mouth rose, and his blood-colored starry eyes rarely showed pleasure.

Hu Mengying pouted on the side, making a gesture of "poof!". Tang Long burst into a large pool of black liquid in response, touched the yellow sand on the ground, and immediately solidified into lava.

Dao Mu stepped on a black mixture, didn't look at it, and walked towards the courtyard where there were no houses anymore, and it was a mess.

The fence wall was gone, but the gate was still standing. Under the guise of the word "black shop", the wind is waving, and "hunting" is endless. Inside the courtyard gate, there is a miserable Shura field.

Dao Mu stood in front of the courtyard gate, looking at the Shura field, standing in place in a daze, reluctant to enter.