Although the monk is a monk, he can't give up the past after all, but before Yanwa was surprised, the mandrill who had just risen turned his hand and closed his palm on his chest, "Amitabha, donor......"

Before the words came out, he was slapped to the side by Yanwa and lay on his stomach, "Get out"! A big scolding, Yanwa blocked the ghosts who split his head with one hand, where could the boy with one-armed strength withstand such an attack, he was immediately smashed and his knees were bent and knelt, and the huge impact force covered his head, the boy's neck was crooked, and the wound was moved to the shoulder, only to hear a bone rubbing, and the only remaining arm also softened.

The mandrill who was still in mercy watched the person in front of him be created in an instant, and he was still stunned, obviously he still didn't come back to his senses, until the dye cang over there yelled at this side, "Mandrill, I'll fuck your uncle!!" The old boy woke up suddenly, and instantly a heat wrapped in his hand hit the hideous ghost over there, but he saw a piece of dirty blood splashed, no matter how powerful the floating body of the drought man was, he was turned over and fell to the ground by the mandrill's palm.

The mandrill dragged up the person who was paralyzed on the ground, where could the kid with a broken arm and broken collarbone withstand his strength, he couldn't help but scream, the severe pain caused his eyes to burst red, looking at him like that, the mandrill knew how much he had been delayed by his stunned moments of a second, carrying the kid on his back, and thinking about getting out of this place, the old man who had not made a move appeared in front of them again.

Throwing away the purple-robed man's dyed cang, he rushed from there, protecting the two people behind him, and his righteous and courageous appearance made the old man in front of him smile.

Banyuanjun came over from there, stood on the old man's side, and looked at the person behind Ran Cang: "This is your old man?"

Of course, the old man was with him in the Burial Valley, and the Burial Valley glanced at the mandrill, "Little young son, why did the old man say it?" raised his hand and looked at the cloth bag in his hand, "However, it can be regarded as a Chinese person." ”

Seeing that the thing was taken back again, the mandrill couldn't help but scold "my day", and then felt that it was inappropriate, and closed his mouth, but he also looked at the old thing in front of him in surprise.

After wasting most of the day's effort, he didn't get anything in the end, and he broke another person on his side, Dye Cang was in a very bad mood, and looked at the two people in front of him and lowered his brows heavily, "Now that Corpse Nine has fallen into the Infinite Hell, don't you know how to repent?"

For such a preaching, of course, none of the burial valleys and Banyuanjun spoke, just looking at the young man in front of them with two indifferent faces.

Dye Cang also realized that saying this now was nothing more than a vain tongue to play the piano for the cow, so he sighed helplessly, and clenched the short knife in his hand tightly, "Believe it or not, Lao Tzu stabbed you to death?"

The mandrill in the back of the mandrill softened his legs, almost didn't kneel, and the baby lying on his back completely fainted, and for a moment of confusion, he smelled the smell of the people below, as if he had returned to a few years ago......

The wind and snow are endless, the sky is getting dark, a secluded snow valley, the cold wind is raging, the people standing in it can barely stabilize their feet, the mandrill with the baby on their back is the first to be blown away, and those things that want to sneak attack them behind are pounced, and then they are also blown away by the strong wind, although the dyed cangs can suppress their bodies, but in the end they are blown down, and the burial valley and Banyuanjun, who have been here for a long time, don't know why the wind is blowing so violently tonight, and the two of them can't stop their bodies for a while, they are blown swaying, and they lean to the side。

I don't know where that Fengbo is, and why he created such a raging wind, aren't you afraid of trouble with him that year?

When everything returned to silence, I don't know how long it took for Dye Cang and Mandrill to wake up from their fainting, and found themselves lying on a piece of ice, looking up in surprise, the previous vast snow valley did not have any earth-shaking changes, but the snow was a little smaller, the wind was lighter, and the snow that had covered the ground was blown by the strong wind to the surrounding cliffs, revealing the thick ice below, reflecting the blue light that came from nowhere.

You can see hundreds of corpses frozen inside, and the mandrill was frightened by the scene in front of him, "Amitabha", and turned his head to look for the baby.

Dye Cang got up from the ice, looked around the quiet surroundings, only the sound of snow falling on the ice, and for a while he couldn't remember how he fainted, was he blown out by the wind?

Just when his thoughts were confused, a miserable cry of a mandrill came from behind a snowy cliff over there, and he rushed over, and saw that the guy was holding the man with a bloody head in his arms and a frightened face.

In the previous chaos, Yanwa was separated from the protection of the mandrill, as for where the wind blew and hit it, there is no need to explore, just look at the wound torn on the forehead on the kid's head and the body that has hardened, the mandrill can no longer bear this tragic ending, I have thought about thousands of ways for this kid to die, but I never thought that in the end he was actually hit alive or in a fainting, I don't know how I died, who to complain to hell?

It was only said that the mandrill was holding the "corpse" in his arms and was so frightened that he couldn't even cry, Dye Cang walked over and probed the snort of the baby, and immediately slapped the monk's green scoop, "You're crying and mourning if you're not dead!"

The mandrill, who was beaten once, didn't fight back, only deflated an old face, "Are you still far from death like this?!"

While packing up the messy clothes of the baby, Dye Cang gritted his steel teeth, "Don't talk nonsense, take it out quickly!"

Shanxiao didn't dare to delay any longer, picked up the baby and stood up, but looked left and right back and forth, and finally could only look at the person in front of him, "Where are you going?"

Dye Cang was stunned by his question, his eyes turned in his sockets several times, and finally shook his head and scolded "Mother", and smashed the short knife that was still in his hand, "Can the still be trapped here?"

Shan Xiao knew that he didn't ask himself, and he didn't dare to touch his head at this time, but seeing that the person in his arms was not good, his feet below involuntarily stomped up, and just when Dye Cang wanted to scold him, he suddenly heard several young children's shouts in the distance.

Hearing the word "master", Shanxiao immediately replied with a loud voice, if it wasn't for his little apprentices, Shanshui Meng and Shanfeng Gu, who else could it be, looking at the two little beans when they were okay was useless, and they could still save people's lives at a critical moment.

Dye Cang ran in the direction of the monk's voice in front of him for a while, and then saw two little people with two little red lights turning around from the snow cliff, and when they saw their master, the two little beans ran over with a gust of wind, and pounced on the mandrill with two small faces, "Master, where have you been, we thought we would never see you again......"

Dye Cang was not in the mood to watch them sensational, just looked at the monkey following behind, carrying a stick and looking up with a tsundere face, I don't know what kind of breed it is......