The weeping echoed, there was only one sound left in the huge quiet room, and there seemed to be only one person left in the heaven and earth, venting the fire that had long been uncontrollable and heroic.

The four people next to him were silent, all a little worried.

She didn't know what had happened between the old man and her father in front of her, and she didn't understand why her father was more sad than when she was sad, she only felt worried, worried that if she continued like this, her father would not cry badly.

I didn't know what to do, Xiao Budian stood up quietly, walked around Gu Xi's body to his father's side, half-squatted and leaned on his shoulder, and then took one of his father's hands with two small hands and hugged him tightly in his arms.

"Forty-seven, it should be big, right?" With these thoughts in his heart, Xiao Budian accompanied his father seriously and silently conveyed warmth.

A cry and a hammer, the hammer smashed on the heart, and the originally quiet, comfortable, and aura of the ashram turned into hell because of the cry, and every minute and every moment was so difficult.

"When is the head?"

Looking at the undulating back from behind, Mo Shi's face was pale and reluctant. He silently thought in his heart, it's a pity that this place can't be used for cultivation in the future, and he will have nightmares.

It seemed like a second, it seemed like a year, and it seemed like a lifetime, and the cry stopped without warning, and it seemed extremely abrupt and resolute.

"Hmm"

Although he was a little uneasy due to the accident, Master Mo still had to stand up, take half a step forward, lean his body slightly, raise his hand and clench his fists, and give a flat salute.

"Sir, apprentice"

"Come out for me!"

Suddenly, he broke off. It was like a spring thunder breaking through the ice, covering up the crisp click, and everyone in the room was startled except for the small one. When everyone calmed down and set their eyes on Thirteen Lang again, they found that he was unexpectedly

"Daddy!" said Xiao Bu nodded.

Thirteen Lang broke his fingers. And it's the thumb.

Half of the thumb was left with only a layer of skin connected to the palm, and the white bone ballast shimmered with silver light, which looked particularly dazzling, and the vigorous blood sprayed out, and the already sticky and even dry ground became red again, dots and stars, as if it had life.

The next moment, the ghost fog covered the eyes, and everyone's vision was chaotic. An angry roar immediately sounded in his mind, and a cloud of black qi came out of nowhere, instantly permeating the entire heaven and earth. After that, the spirit seemed to be stuffed into a small box, and the majestic power of heaven descended with a bang, and everyone was surrounded by huge force, unable to straighten their waists and unable to stand up to their chests. Not even out of breath.

"Oh my God!"

The exclamation of the black-faced god drowned in the sea of tides, and the figure of the flower of eternity swayed. Master Mo sat down on the ground, his eyes wide and wide, and he couldn't see anything.

That's not a power that the world can have, absolutely not!

"Fool, madman!"

Two roars in succession suppressed the cries of thousands of ghosts. Like a mountain and a piece of sky, it pressed down on everyone's heads, and in an invisible hole in the air, a red-haired giant burst out of the hole, with a three-zhang body draped in a robe and a sword, and a certain double-winged official hat on his head.

With his appearance, the house full of ghosts returned to the sect. Like a tidal wave, the giant's body poured in, and in an instant, the vast chamber was clear again, as if nothing had happened.

There was only one more giant, who was strangely dressed, powerful, and unpretty.

"Are you dreaming?" Looking at the red-haired man who looked like a military general on the stage, the black-faced god pinched his thigh hard, and it hurt.

"Judge's robe, judge of the underworld!" the flower of eternity recognized the origin of the robe, and changed color in a panic.

A ghost is a ghost, no matter how powerful he is, he can't hide his ghostly spirit, and he doesn't want to hide it; the beautiful handsome ghost who regained his true body is strong, and in the eyes of the living, it is like cotton in a coal heap, and it is difficult to know it.

"Hell yes, hell hell"

Mo Shi's vision was restored, but he didn't seem to believe it, and desperately rubbed, squeezed, and pinched his eyes, eager to pull out the eyeballs. If it were possible, he would rather be blind and not see, and never see, what is happening in front of him.

The body moved freely, the mana was unhindered, and it looked the same as usual, but for some reason, everyone clearly realized that if they did something that they didn't like the giant, or even just a thought that they didn't like, then everything they had now would be gone.

Life and death are not up to oneself, and every thought is in the eyes of the other party, and the feeling of being dominated is so clear and powerful that it cannot be questioned by anyone.

"Ben Shuai told you that it will take at least three hundred years to recover your vitality, and it will only be a few days, only a few days!"

The giant strode forward, one step at a time, every step as if it were walking on people's hearts, and Mo Shi's clean and handsome face twisted on all sides, and the corners of his mouth twitched up and down at both ends, revealing a look of horror and despair for the first time.

He saw that when the giant first came, he was angry, and he looked like he wanted to eat people, and after walking a few steps, his expression slowly relaxed, and then he was a little puzzled and then relieved, until he came to the side of Thirteen Lang, he was

"You can't be resurrected from the dead. ”

Without asking anything, the three-zhang giant bent down and patted Thirteen Lang's shoulders and said with relief: "The festival mourns and changes." ”

Although they were prepared, everyone was still stunned by this scene, and their thoughts were almost frozen.

No wonder he dared to say something like that. Before thinking about it, the black-faced god's expression was gloomy, as if he had aged by dozens of years all at once.

"Even Yin and Yang, through the judge" The flower of eternity muttered to herself in her heart, her eyes were extremely complicated.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" Mo Shi's face suddenly became ruddy, red, and purple, until finally, every pore on his face seemed to be dripping blood, and thousands of voices shouted in his heart, desperately reminding him not to regret it, and to hurry up and find a way.

He didn't want to die, he had to do something to keep himself from dying.

When the thirteen soul sealing chains were added, Meerkat Luo was able to resist thousands of monks, including Thirteen Lang, with only the Three Zhangs Divine Domain, and among them, there were seven or eight avatars. Now that Meishuai has taken off his shackles and is supported by official robes, how can there be any strength in the world to get him.

What can be done in the face of that kind of storage?

My heart was a mess, and there seemed to be a thousand people arguing in my head. Master Mo tried his best to think, trying to find a glimmer of light in the darkness.

He did, though not really.

After a moment of silence, Master Mo raised one hand, bent three fingers and stretched out two fingers, facing in front of him. His eyes stared at them in a daze, his expression dazed.

Abundant but not fat. With even bones and skin as clear as jade, Grandmaster Dan Dao has a habit of cleanliness and is good at maintenance, especially his hands, no matter when, where, or under any circumstances, he protects them with all his heart and does not allow the slightest problem to occur.

It was a hand full of magic, and it had refined countless high-grade and even top-grade elixirs, and was called the Holy Hand.

Mo Shi looked at the hand. I don't know why, but what I saw was a blood-red patch, and my eyes hurt.

After a while, Master Mo's expression became resolute, and he said silently to himself: "I will tell everything, give everything, and I will abide by the agreement I said before." ”

With that, Mo Shi's hand swung out like lightning. Gouge out your eyes.

"Shhh

Seeing this scene, the black-faced god gasped.

Yelian also saw this scene. His expression was slightly grim.

Grabbing two bloody eyeballs in his hands, Mo Shi turned his head in the direction of Thirteen Lang and said, "I will repay one qiē, but I don't want to die." ”

No one responded. Whether it was Thirteen Lang or Mei Shuai, no one even looked back, including Xiao Budian.

Master Mo waited silently for a while. It didn't seem to be a surprise, just a little disappointed.

"It's better to say than to do, and I'll continue. ”

After saying that, Master Mo began to chew his tongue

"I don't want to think that Ben Shuai's promise is worthless, and I can't do it so badly. ”

Relief is just a word. Mei Shuai quickly became angry again, and said: "Three summons were used in a row, and you deliberately broke your finger, what do you want to do to scare me?"

Thirteen Lang seemed to have regained his composure and replied, "The matter is urgent, I am afraid that you will not hear the call after the retreat, so I have to urge." ”

But the art of summoning, not every time can be successful, to see if there is a mistake in casting, there is a sacrifice depends on whether the sacrifice is rich enough, in addition, there are few magical powers that can force the summoned strong, so it also depends on whether the summoned object is willing.

For example, Mei Shuai, if he is delayed because of something, or is in a bad mood and does not want to come, Thirteen Lang has no way at all. The call of the severed finger is nothing more than to tell him: no matter what, you must come, come quickly.

As he spoke, Jusan Lang pinched his fingers and pressed them back to their original positions, carefully aligning the stubble to prevent it from growing in the wrong place. On the side, Xiao Budian hurriedly took out a strip of cloth, intending to bandage his father's wounds.

"Pretend, pretend!"

Although he felt that this scene was a bit tough, compared to what the person behind him was doing, what Jusan Lang did was not worth mentioning. Mei Shuai didn't know how this qiē happened in front of him, and he didn't bother to ask, but said: "It's just such a small thing, Ben Shuai really can't help it if you don't believe it." ”

Shisanlang shook his head and said, "If it's a battle, I won't trouble you, these two things are different, you have to do it." ”

"Two pieces?" Mei Shuai was a little puzzled.

Thirteen Lang hummed, motioned to Mei Shuai to look at Gu Xi, and said, "Just died, don't tell me that you can't find it like this." ”

Mei Shuai frowned and said, "What are you going to do?"

Thirteen Lang corrected, "It's not me, it's you." ”

Mei Shuai said in a condensed voice: "Yin Si is not as messy as the mortal world, you let me favoritism?"

Thirteen Lang said indifferently: "There is no need for favoritism. It's dead, it's a hundred, the old man is so tired, it's better to die. ”

Mei Shuai said suspiciously, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I'd like to ask you to help you be accommodating, just a little bit. ”

Thirteen Lang said: "I heard that the dead have to pass the hall, the old man has a bad temper, and when he goes down, if he offends someone, there is something that must be passed and very sad, such as going down the oil pot and going up the knife mountain"

After a pause, Shisanlang lowered his head and said silently: "Please stuff a red envelope and a little word for the person who is the main punishment, and ask them to do it lightly." ”

(To be continued......)