Surabaya is foggy, the fog is spirity, resentful, ghostly, and evil.

The sound of the piano rings in the ears, the sound of the piano is raised in the soul, the spirit is resentful, the ghosts gather, and the five hundred miles of dark fog are like being forgiven.

Faces, bodies, tentacles, tentacles, claws and whiptails, complete mutilated, fierce and dark, resentful and miserable, wisps and clusters, tumbling in unison.

There is a direction, there is a purpose.

East, south, west, and north, if there are clearly assigned soldiers in the dark fog, each in its place, each in its own form, in an orderly manner, surging in the same direction.

In all directions, a deep dark fog squeezed in, in the heavens and on the ground, a faint voice containing compassion fell on the head, like an oracle.

"The blood of the troll, the medium touches the yin and yang, the brilliant Haotian, the reincarnation of the family, I play the eight desolations with eight strings, open the door of life, and judge!"

The blood light surged, rising and gathering from the air and water, and the four turned into symbols, converging, and slowly turning into a bright red door.

"The voice of yin and peace, summoning the ghost of resentment in the West. "The eight notes play in unison, smooth and soft, like a loving mother calling for a weak child.

The sound moved, tumbling and rolling, turning into a pitch-black python, endless, roaring and screaming.

The sound of the piano turns sharply, the killing is intense, and the vitality is high, like the summer sun, magnificent and sprinkled.

"The voice of Yangping, gather in the east to bury the soul of Yang. ”

The clouds and mist moved again, like waves and waves, turning into a dragon in the tumbling, obviously dark and fierce and gorgeous, but also a bright and brilliant meaning.

The sound of the piano changes again, the autumn is bleak, the winter is slaughtered, and the four seasons turn in an instant.

"Autumn and winter are coming, and the north and south go up and down, and the gate of blood and evil can pass through the underworld. ”

The words are followed, one side is red and dazzling, and the other side is silver, differentiating a three-legged firebird and an ice-breaking mountain turtle.

The north and the south are two heavens, ice and fire. The difference is the body type, the same is the observance, and the goal.

They want that door, they want to enter the path of reincarnation, and then they want to enter yin and yang.

In all directions, Mei Shuai's voice was slightly tired. Slightly complacent.

"Destroy that boat, kill that man, and you will get the right result. ”

Gathering five hundred miles of demon spirits, incarnating into four beasts, known as the wild troll clan in the alien planet, he actually wants to imitate the monks of the Sect and surpass these wandering undead who are difficult to enter reincarnation!

Absurd?

How many powers regard the underworld as fire and water, and a few immortals avoid it, it is the ghost cultivating the soul. The picture is also their fierce and fierce, how can they pay attention to their "death" and "life"?

At that moment, everyone on the battlefield felt a sense of emotion in their hearts, as if they had witnessed a holy sacrifice and wanted to bow down to the ground.

Is it fake? That door can't be fake, and the demon spirit's sense can't be wrong.

The consequences of deceiving the spirits are serious, very serious. No one dared to try.

"Green wolf Daoyou, have you descended?" With a hint of persuasion and compassion, countless trolls around him chanted in unison, like the sound of thousands of monks chanting.

The handsome figure slowly emerged, holding the piano cross-legged, with red hair fluttering, indescribably chic and leisurely, although its expression could not hide its tiredness and haggardness. The spirit is a little excited, as if he is proud of his achievements. The four demons around gathered, each of them releasing a strong aura comparable to that of the Great Monk, and they were closely vigilant around them.

The four beasts roared in unison, roaring and roaring. Swept by the body of tens of thousands of demon spirits, the surrounding dark fog was gone, and the starry sky was bright, where was the well above the battleship comparable to the sky.

On the ship, more than a thousand wolf clans had distorted expressions, and their bodies were undulating and swaying, as if they were experiencing extreme suffering in the world.

"Ignorant child, look for death!" Tu Man hissed angrily, but the meaning contained in the voice was not as firm as the sound, and there was a hidden horror and unwillingness.

The starlight suddenly dispersed, and a thousand or hundreds of phantom shadows floated from the bow of the ship, and in an instant turned into the body of a giant hundreds of feet tall with faces all over his body;

Far beyond the gods!

Below, all the wolf clans possessed by the phantom were bleeding, and their bodies were tilted to the side like a drained sack. A wind blew, and a body floated away, all of which turned to ashes.

What is needed is voluntary, and the first is the sacrificer.

"The old man destroyed this door, look at how you command all the ghosts!"

In the roar, Tu Man rushed towards the blood-red gate like crazy, he knew that the other party's cultivation was not worth mentioning in front of him, but the supernatural power like a summoning was too weird, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't compete with the liliang accumulated by the five hundred miles of demon spirits, and only by destroying that door could he get a glimmer of life.

"Bang!"

"Jusheng Gong?" Mei Shuai looked solemn, and shook his head after taking a closer look: "It's just imitation." ”

"It's enough to kill you!" Tu Man roared, waving his mallet.

A clear ripple of arrows burst out from the horizontal, shooting straight at the red door.

"Roar!" the mountain turtle flickered at a speed disproportionate to its bloated size, clapping its palms in unison.

Boom! Tu Man's body was reversed, and the gaze of the mountain turtle was suddenly dull, and the body as big as a small mountain froze in the air, and after a while, it collapsed with a bang. The other three beasts had red eyes at the same time, rushed up with a whistling sound, and under the urging of the sound of the piano, they all pounced on Tu Man.

Tu Man wiped a handful of bloodshot on his lips, daxiao: "Haha, the imitation spirit treasure is also a spirit treasure, a child from the outer land, you can"

The light flickered, the mist regathered, and the mountain turtle reappeared, although its size was slightly reduced, but its eyes were more vicious.

"The treasures are good, the supernatural powers are good, but it's a pity that the cultivation is fake. After all, forbidden art is forbidden art, although it has been improved, although they have been deceived by you, and they are willing to give everything to you, there are still troubles. ”

Mei Shuai looked slightly mocking and said, "Come down, otherwise you can only die." ”

"You're dreaming!" Tu Man roared, and went up again.

The roar sounded, the fog rolled, both sides were virtual bodies, but the magic power set off was real, and the fierce flames were surging within 10,000 meters, and no one could stand on them.

"Then die. Mei Shuai shook his head helplessly, and casually ordered: "A team of 100 people, round battles." ”

The surrounding trolls suddenly agreed, divided into teams of more than two dozen hundreds, and rushed forward alternately.

Round Storm, naked Wheel Storm! Five hundred miles of dark fog demons and two thousand trolls fought together.

There were also four demon guards who were comparable to the Great Monks, who did not participate in the siege and were firmly guarding around Mei Shuai.

As soon as the red door moved, Mei Shuai's mind was almost all on it, and if he lost all his defensive power, the four personal demon guards did not dare to ignore it. The three of them stared at Tu Man, and one looked at the people on the boat.

Looking at Thirteen Lang and so on

"You're the guy pretending to be the young master of the Fire Spirit?

Mei Shuai didn't seem to care much about the battle on that side, stroked the strings casually, and after a skimming look, he turned his head and said with interest: "Nan Nan is actually mixed with you, and she has two hands." ”

"Poof!" Carmen was vomiting blood again. I thought to myself what was going on today, and I ran into a bunch of neurotics.

"That's a good name, worthy of the name. Big Ash shook his head and glanced at the Yellow Flower Girl with his eyes.

"Get out!" the yellow flower girl shouted angrily.

Mei Shuai obviously misunderstood, and said with a smile: "It's an acquaintance, don't scold!"

The sound of the piano was suddenly chaotic, the battle situation changed suddenly, and the four beasts lost their minds at the same time, and they were slaughtered and seized the opportunity to attack several times. The trolls were killed and injured in an instant, and the red door was crumbling.

"Ahh

Mei Shuai woke up, and a hurried sound popped out, and the four beasts reappeared their ferocious nature, and slaughtered them alive. The beautiful handsome here still couldn't stop being amazed, and shouted: "You actually gave him the natal flower!"

"The dog is about your!" "The goddess of yellow flowers was sad and angry, and scolded.

"Uh" Seven or eight sighs sounded at the same time, and most of the beautiful handsome people felt pity. The people here have a lot of speculation, and the big gray is inexplicable. Sanka thought to himself, what kind of heart flower seems to be a bit mysterious, a little rare.

Thirteen Lang glanced back at the yellow flower girl, and he couldn't say anything about the taste.

Surprised, pity, complaining, aggrieved?

In short, it's complicated.

Mei Shuai is a smart person, and he saw the clue in an instant, and after realizing it, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing again and again.

"The heart can't bloom. Why bother? ”

"The old lady is willing, the red-haired ghost, it's your business!" The yellow flower girl still scolded, scolding until she just wanted to cry.

"Okay, okay, it's none of my business. What do you say, that's good. ”

Meishuai is very honest and obedient, and after sighing, she no longer mentions this thing, and says: "However, today's matter needs to be explained clearly." You know, Ben Shuai is not in a very good situation now, and he has to do something if he has a penny, but this ahem of yours, he killed so many of my subordinates, give me an explanation. ”

After saying that, Mei Shuai looked down freely, and Zhizhu was in his hand. The following few people stared at each other, Sanka looked at the beautiful handsome from time to time, and then looked at the yellow flower girl, only absurdity in his heart, and he couldn't afford to fight at all.

To be fair, if you compare Thirteen Lang and Mei Shuai together

The difference in identity is thousands of miles, the difference in cultivation is thousands of miles, and the knowledge of the divine channel is not as good as that.

There are four overhaul guards in the subordinate family, thousands of trolls are dead, and there is a large star field behind them; what about the thirteen langs? a few big-headed soldiers, who are both humans and beasts, and there are many races behind them, and there are intrigues and intrigues, and none of them are worry-free.

The most important thing is that the attitude towards the yellow flower girl has just been scolded wildly, and then look at the beauty and handsomeness of others, tsk

looks like half a catty, and people have extra red hair fluttering, which is not the mainstream. From any point of view, Mei Shuai is 10,000 times stronger than Shisanlang. Why did the yellow flower girl go crazy, and that precious heart flower was not given to him?

Not to mention that people have known each other for many years, they meet in Pingshui here, even if they make Da Ash think, the choice is obvious.

It is conceivable that if that is the case, most of this red-haired young man is like a treasure, holding it in his hand for fear of falling, and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting

Oh yes, people really know how to play the piano.

"Play the piano, talk about love, talk about love! If you miss it, you won't come again." "The big gray entertained himself out of tune, sighed for the passage of time, and mourned for the impermanence of life.

"Confession? Thirteen Lang seemed to understand something, and slowly raised his head.

"Mei Shuai, come down. ”

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