The youth landed and sank into the earth.

The Lord of the Land returned to the Divine Mansion, possessed the central statue of the Earth God, and responded to the call of all sentient beings.

All the people of the Ram City will be protected by the Lord of the Land.

The divine light of the land appeared in response to the sound, and the earthy yellow divine light turned into a light barrier, or sheltered an old, or a child, or a man, or a woman.

The incense in the underground land god mansion is curling, the white light is around, the land god is sacred and majestic, the mouth recites the name, divides thousands of divine lights, and the wisps flow out, flying into the people's homes in waves.

The young land lord was busy and dazed. The good wish that he had planned to free his hands to kill the black robe again after exercising his duties as a god became a dream bubble.

The black-robed old man was not too surprised by the sudden departure of the land.

God is not the Lord, but it makes sense.

God, there are all kinds of restrictions, it is difficult to get out of the realm of gods in eternal life, and incense is concerned for a lifetime.

God, who enjoys the people's incense offerings on weekdays, naturally has to fulfill the heavy responsibility of protecting the people's livelihood in times of crisis, and there is no free lunch in the world.

To put it in layman's terms, it means that people raise gods and gods protect the people, and the two are the relationship between the people and the officials, the relationship between the people and the soldiers, and the provision and protection.

Losing the roadblock of the land, the old man in the black robe walked unimpeded, watching the wind and scenery to the Ram's.

The black robe walked all the way, seeing the evil spirits devouring and killing, flesh and blood flying, red and black infecting the earth, and the old man had a smile on his face, very good, very good.

It was the most laughing night in his long life, hundreds of years of patience, once released, how happy, he was now going to do the last thing, to destroy the demon barrier in his heart.

There is no one dead in front of the gate of the Ram clan, only a carriage, but there is no spirit horse, there is a statue of a god standing next to the carriage, exuding an ancient atmosphere, and an old man in a brocade robe is kneeling in front of the stone statue.

The noisy evil spirit suddenly became quiet, and the dead heart of the old man in brocade jumped wildly.

The sound of gentle footsteps came from far and near, and the old man suddenly shouted loudly: "Welcome to the old ancestor!"

The black-robed old man slowly walked up to the old man, his toes against the old man's forehead, and the old man's eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a dead thing.

The corners of the old man's mouth were hooked, there was no smile but cruelty, he was examining this waste snack, and the old man finally decided to eat this stupid thing that was a little clever.

He thought about it for a while, and didn't think of any reason why he needed to stay, it was useless, useless at all.

The body of the old man in brocade who was crawling on the ground trembled violently, he felt the killing intent, the killing intent became heavier and heavier, the brocade clothes kowtowed desperately, knock knock!

"The ancestor spares his life, the ancestor spares his life, the child greets the late, the ancestor forgives the sin, the child desperately snatches a statue for the ancestor, the ancestor uses it, I will go and kill the ram Chen, the ancestor, you wait a while. ”

The black-robed old man split the statue with a sword, and pulled out the silver soul, the soul cursed and cursed, and finally turned into a terrible scream, this time the old man chewed slowly, and tasted the taste of the eight-grade soul.

When the old man swallowed the last trace of his soul, there was a trace of warmth in his cold and piercing old eyes, although there was only a trace of it, but there was life.

"Let's go!"

The old man thought of a reason to keep the waste snack alive for the time being, at least he could block the sword.

The Dragon Sword has always been the shadow in his heart.

The old man in brocade rushed into the Ram Clan's mansion with a rolling belt, and in order to live at the moment, he had to fight hard.

......

The water is hot, this is the current situation of the Ram clan, except for the women and children who were sent to the temple, everyone is fighting, fighting for their lives.

Roars and screams are intertwined, roars and screams are intertwined, blood and fire are the main theme of the night.

The elderly, the young, and the children are all baptized with blood and fire, killing or being killed, and there are trade-offs between life and death.

An old and strong old man rushed to kill on the front line, they were gray-haired, the old sword was spicy, the old spicy long sword harvested batches of evil spirits, an old man fell, an old man blocked, generously went to righteousness, no regrets, just for a 'love' word, they were guarding their sons, grandsons, their bloodline.

Even the gatekeeper Lao Chen is dancing with a long sword, the old man's waist is straight, his face is fearless, his life is seventy years old, he is already eighty-eight.

The old people are on the periphery, middle-aged people in the middle, teenagers in the middle, and children of eight or nine years old in the center, they are not descendants of the family, and they are not qualified to enter the temple, but they are not desperate, because there is one person who does not go to the temple like them.

"Kill with me, Jianchen Courtyard is almost here, the young master is there!"

"Kill! Jianchen Courtyard has arrived, there is a young master, how can these miscellaneous pieces be worried!"

Lao Chen thought of that young man, his heart was on fire, he believed that there was hope, and all the people believed that they would kill all the way, even if there were more people who died, everyone did not despair.

"Look!

The shining bronze bird platform exudes a holy white light, and the beauty is not like the world.

More than a hundred and ten people burst into tears in an instant, and the old and young roared loudly: "Young master!

Tongque Taizhong, peaceful and peaceful, like a paradise, the evil spirits dare not have the slightest intrusion outside, just because of the two women, Chen Mo and Qiu Ju, Chen Mo's Shenhui, Qiu Ju's Fu Seal.

In Tongque Taichung, there are already hundreds of people, and the first to arrive are musicians.

When they heard that the evil spirit catastrophe was coming, these servants who were as humble as grass mustard, after being frightened, thought of the only way to survive was Tongquetai.

Without hesitation, they rushed to Tongquetai and asked to be taken in.

Tongquetai is very large, so let's stay!

The teenager in a strong suit replied to them.

At that moment, their hesitant hearts calmed down, fearless, as if this was home.

The second group of people who came to avoid the disaster were a family of nine, grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, uncle, aunt, three children, one with pigtails, one with missing front teeth, one with a flowing mouth, and the three little ones were frequent visitors to Tongquetai.

Then batch after batch, and then batch after batch, almost all the people around came.

Now someone is coming again.

The two doors opened, the little girl Xiaohuan muttered in front of her, Zhan Tai Feiyun and Zhuang Yang supported behind, and the three of them were temporarily responsible for answering.

The little girl glared at the dense evil spirits, and scolded angrily: "Disgusting things, they are all about to die of the gods! Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, how many times have this been." ”

The little girl walked by, and the evil spirit receded like a tide, and she was afraid to avoid it. There are those who are slow to retreat, or they are burned into ashes by the white light on Xiaohuan's body, or they are chopped clean by the two swordsmen.

The two sides connected, Xiaohuan turned around, led the way in front, and there were no two words, a hundred or so people nodded and moved, followed closely behind, Zhan Tai Feiyun was protecting Xiaohuan.

After Zhuang Yang broke off, he killed while walking, and a group of people climbed to Tongque Terrace.

Suddenly, a sword came from the east, and boom! Zhuang Yang was even flying out with a sword.

"Grandpa!"

"Father!"

"Lao Chen!"

The old man turned around, smiled and waved at the children.