The boy put his hand on the sword, but did not draw it. I felt a chill, and I took it back in an instant. The white-clothed young man turned and walked towards the inner sanctum, and the bull's other hand fell, followed by the woman's robe, and finally the little demon's wings and fork. "Get out, tell your master, this place is covered by Wind Dance Snow!" Hearing the name of Wind Dance Snow, there should be no one who doesn't know, the highest-level swordsman of the orthodox swordsman, the divine dragon sees the head and does not see the tail, let alone a bull head, and another regiment of bull heads is not enough to kill!

Niu Tou snorted coldly: "This account, we will definitely settle it with you!" The little devil couldn't find the point at all, "You look so beautiful without clothes!" The woman still squinted her eyes and smiled with her hands covering her face, not knowing joy or sorrow. "Then let's do the math. Before anyone heard it, a red tassel came first, and then another boy fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the bull's head and the wind and snow. The ground centered on the boy and cracked open, revealing a large crater. The boy was half-crouched in the pit, one hand in front of him and one behind him. He wears a fighting vest, fighting shorts on the bottom, and a red thread on his head and left and right arms.

"Who are you!" the bull's eyes lit up until he couldn't come. The young man stood up, turned his back to the bull's head, and looked at Feng Wuxue, "You beat my little brother like this, and you still ask who I am?" Feng Wuxue saw the young man coming, and threw Lei Chu over, "Don't look for me next time for such a boring thing, I'm very busy!" The young man smiled at Feng Wuxue and scolded: "Okay, okay, it's not just a little thing, you can play, and I'll do the rest!"

Feng Wuxue smiled, turned around and left, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you don't leave now, it's too late!" The young man jumped into the inner hall in one step, put Lei Chu away, and came out again, and it took less than five seconds to go back and forth. "Let's go!" the bull head turned and beckoned the two of them together. "Where do you want to go?" said the boy playfully, touching his chin with his hand. "You're not letting us go?" said the bull head, holding back. "I told you to leave before, but when I came back, you were still in front of me, why, do you despise me?" The bull head can also see it, so it can only be seen.

"Don't say that I'll give you face, listen up, Lao Tzu is a martial saint and Wuling Xiu, Feng Wuxue will explain your things, you can't do it. "Meaning, none of you want to get out of here alive. "Hmph, that's a big breath. "How can Niu Tou say that he is also a person who wanders on the edge of death all the year round, how can he be afraid of this threat, and besides, they say that they know the name of Feng Wuxue, but Martial Saint Wuling Xiu He really hasn't heard of it, what is the strength, I only know after fighting, but it is estimated that he is not a good stubble.

As soon as the words fell, Wu Lingxiu stepped on the red brick, and instantly kicked the bull head in the chest. The bull head felt that his breath was not smooth, his chest was like Mount Tai pressing, and the whole person hit the wall, and he didn't stop after breaking the wall, and the bull head directly hit through the palace with one kick and fell to the night cry mountain. The woman changed her clothes, and the little devil also regained wings, but she still had no chance of winning in the face of the Martial Saint Wu Ling Xiu.

At that time, Mo Yi was happily hunting on the night crying mountain. Mo Yi was crawling in the grass, in front of him was a group of big buffaloes, if he was caught, it would be enough for many people to eat, it would be the largest group of prey Mo Yi had encountered, and as long as they didn't run around, it was easy to catch, and Mo Yi couldn't fight now, but when it came to hunting, he really had a hand. Since he was a child, he followed his father to catch game to eat, and his father was also a good hand at junglers, teaching Mo Yi a lot of hunting skills.

Mo Yi had already seen the opportunity, grabbed the trembling light behind him with his hand, and jumped out of the grass. Just as Mo Yi looked proud, the ground shook violently, and an unknown thing fell from the sky and happened to hit the buffalo herd. Buffalo is the most unfrightened and will give birth to calves as soon as fertilized. Forehead...... No, when frightened, they will scatter in all directions, and they can't stop it.

"Damn, something has fallen!" Mo Yi was very unhappy in his heart, but he was also curious about what had fallen, if he dropped a meteorite and used it to cast a Heavenly Sword or a Dragon Slayer Knife or something, the rivers and lakes would be bloody again. Mo Yi ran over with a look of anticipation, and when he walked in, his face was pulled down. Mo Yi remembered that the thing in the pit was the cow that met with Lei Chu, so how did he come here, and even his hands were cut off, could it be that there was a fourth party force?

Mo Yi decided to get something out of the bull's mouth, and pulled the bull's head out of the pit. As soon as Mo Yi's hand touched the skin of the bull's head, he felt deeply sucked by the bull's head. Mo Yi secretly scolded: "Didn't the teacher say that the same sex repels each other? I don't read many books, don't lie to me!" Mo Yi's hand was stuck to the bull's head, and a tearing pain began to spread from the palm of his hand. Mo Yi grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and pulled it back hard, only to tear it apart. The pain in his hand was getting worse and worse, and blood was already bursting from the tiger's mouth. Mo Yi raised his head and let out a long roar, and the green tendons all over his body burst out, pulling with all the strength of his body. "Ahh~~~~~h

The skin of this bull's head is so powerful, the person who removed his two hands is unfathomable. Mo Yi tore off a corner of his clothes and bandaged the wound in pain. Although this bull's head was injured like this, once he woke up, Mo Yi had no way to deal with him, only to control him now.

Peng Hou got out of Mo Yi's clothes, Mo Yi walked to the pit, pointed to the bull head with his left hand and said, "This bull head is very powerful, is there any way to tie him up!" Peng Hou recognized this bull head, and the cow head that had passed out did not dare to look directly. Hurriedly shook his head, and went back into Mo Yi's sleeve.

If you have read the previous article, you know that Peng Hou is one of the hundred ghosts, and since he is a ghost, he will more or less come into contact with the characters in the underworld. When Peng Hou died, it was no different, the head of the ox and the head of the horse hooked the soul, and he followed. Because Peng Hou is a monkey, he is naturally lively and active, but the bull head saw Peng Hou jumping up and down, very unhappy, and when he returned to the underworld, he began to torture Peng Hou.

At that time, Peng Hou didn't know what he had done wrong, and he was locked in a corner by the bull head. At first, he thought that the underworld was like this, and it would be good to get used to it. But Peng Hou came back and found that the bull head was actually deliberately targeting himself. Other ghosts have active time, but he doesn't. The other ghosts had food, but he didn't. Other ghosts don't have to suffer too much, but Peng Hou has suffered from the sin of the oil pot, the suffering of the knife mountain, and has been tortured by the bull head for decades, and the fear of the bull head has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. But the bull head is really not particularly aimed at Peng Hou, and his heart is twisted, taking the pain of others as his own happiness. Although Peng Hou has fled the underworld for hundreds of years, that kind of pain is a wound that he will linger for the rest of his life.

Once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of grass ropes for ten years, and Peng Hou's performance was also a matter of course. Mo Yi didn't know much, but he knew that Peng Hou was afraid of bull heads. If you can't control the bull's head, then get out of here quickly. Mo Yi didn't hesitate and left the place immediately.

The prey had almost been caught, and before Sima Jun and Chuyun came over, Mo Yi's heart began to pray, hoping that nothing would go wrong.

But in fact, they did have an accident, or something serious. It was not by chance that Martial Saint Wuling Xiu fell from the sky, but he threw a wave of chasing soldiers to come down from the sky. This wave of pursuers is not so easy to deal with, they are all the search and arrest teams of the Lord God of Everything. "Who's coming!" shouted the armored man who walked in front of him.

Chuyun is also unhappy, what does it have to do with them when I fly in the sky, and I didn't invade their territory, it's the same as anything. However, more things are better than less things, Sima Jun laughed together, "I'm going to hunt in the mountains, passing through here, if you have any offense, please bear with me!" The general who took the lead snorted coldly, "Arrest me!" "You don't understand people's words, do you!" It's really shameless, what the hell is it, thieves don't have such arrogance, special.

Sima Jun quietly told Fanyun to run as soon as he had the opportunity and not to clash with them head-on. Chuyun can also see the situation clearly, and will not be entangled with them. The person who came doesn't seem to be a character to mess with, and it's hard to say whether he can run away. Mo Yi is still waiting, something happened here, and the situation on Mo Yi's side is not very optimistic, it is really a disaster.

"Do you want to fight?!" Sima Jun pulled up a smile and looked at the three-person team in front of him playfully: "Is it really okay if your mission is not carried out?" The general who took the lead turned pale with a pale face, "What do you know?!" Sima Jun helped his long beard, "I don't know anything." "He really didn't know anything, but he pretended to know everything. The leader of the lead moved over instantly, and a spear was pressed against Sima Jun's neck, spilling blood. Sima Jun didn't care at all, but turned his head arrogantly. Chuyun didn't speak, and his description of Sima Jun was cheap, but he knew what Sima Jun was thinking, and acting was to play a full set.

Chuyun fled quickly, leaving no strength left. Of course, he knew that they could keep up completely, and it would be fake to spare his strength. As expected, in just a moment, the two were surrounded by an encirclement. The general who took the lead stabbed into Chuan Yun's body with a shot, and Chuan Yun suffered pain, but he didn't dare to move, if he messed up the plan, neither of them would be able to leave. "Don't move, I say!" Sima Jun's eyes showed a look of horror, and he stroked the head of the clouds, which can be described as vivid, like a mount on which the master feels sorry for himself. "Say!" The leading general didn't have any expression, and his entourage also picked up and grabbed Sima Jun and turned to the clouds. Sima Jun shrank his head and pointed to the guide, "They went that way." ”

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