Luo Da crawled out of the hole, and the horse did not know where it went, and he did not pay much attention to it, and walked straight forward.

Along the way, he saw the silent guards and numb villagers again, but he didn't do anything more.

There are so many of them, and everyone is enslaved, including the guards with whips, who are not a kind of puppet.

He followed the post road and finally stepped into the village.

Along the way, the walls were ruined, the houses collapsed, and it was impossible to live at all.

At the end of the village, there is a high platform, and it seems that someone is doing it.

"Taicang has died, and the thick soil is the mainstay."

"Huang Liang wakes up from a dream, bad omen New Territories!"

Each of the four corners has a color of flame burning, black, red, blue, and blue, and each has four people in corresponding clothes dancing around, and they dance very strangely.

The arms are bent, the head is facing back, the legs are half-bent, in short, it is as awkward as it is. Even so, he still kept jumping like crazy.

The corners of everyone's eyes were filled with a Dao symbol, as if they were shoehorned in, and almost squeezed their eyeballs into the corners. They don't have pain, they don't feel, they look like ghosts.

But compared to what is in the center of the altar, these people don't seem to be strange.

In the very middle of the table, there was a huge basin sprinkled with rune paper, and in it sat a fat thing, or rather, a man?

Fat shoulders, dancing whips, about a dozen arms; The fat head is like a millstone, the eyes are narrowed into a slit, and the elder has three mouths, constantly devouring the ancient iron powder; The entire front body is bare, the skin is piled together, and the fat is simply a wave.

The ugly ground shouted loudly, as if to command the people, and the whip hit the air as if it had hit a slave, and his face was full of cruelty and greed.

The person in this plate is not so fat that he has no joints, but every subtle place is sewn together with thin threads, not ordinary wool, but thick tendons, interspersed in the flesh and skin, sewn back and forth, and the whole person is a strange suture.

Luo Da slowly climbed the steps, his long knife unsheathed, and his eyes fixed on the monster.

Obviously, the other party is already an inhuman existence, and the breath is very strange, with the effect of bad omen, but it doesn't seem to be exactly the cold and terrifying weird aura of bad omen, but more like a crazy and crazy existence.

But it doesn't matter, with the long knife in hand, Luo Da has only one thought in his heart.

"Test it out!"

The body gradually became lighter, like a piece of paper held up by the wind, fluttering, and instantly arrived in front of the stitching monster, and the long knife slashed out.

There were no accidents, and there were no obstacles, the tip of the knife slipped on the outside of the fat, and the fat was obviously soft, but it was so hard that it couldn't be pierced at all. Only the dark green solution on the blade of the knife is corrosive, scalding the tender five flowers out of a big hole.

Luo Da saw that it had an effect, and just wanted to continue chopping, but the stitching monster found him, staring down with a pair of fine eyes, and the whip in his hand was fiercely whipped, pulling him out for a long distance.

Not only that, but the fire in the four furnaces around burned towards the center of the platform, and those beating four-colored people also turned to Luo Da in unison and leaned over step by step.

If ordinary people saw this kind of scene, they would have been frightened and scattered. Ke Luo is so big, there is no superfluous mental fluctuations, just muttering, "Temptation!" ”

First, the man in black stepped forward and surrounded Luo Datuan, and his body gradually became thick and swollen, as if something was filled inside. I knew that Luo Da's whole person was surrounded and covered tightly, and I couldn't see a single gap.

Squeezing like this, not to mention flesh and blood, even steel will be crushed.

Seeing that the swelling man in black was about to close, he suddenly slashed out with a steel knife, and the blade was flowing with ink and dark green, which was the broken leaves of the human face after fusing the ancient iron, and at this time it actually had an incomparably strong erosive effect.

The body of the man in black was cut, and black soil kept gushing out of it, with a slight fishy smell, but Luo Da didn't care, and turned around and got out of his body.

Seeing that the man in black didn't help him, the stitching monster on the altar in the distance waved his whip again, and this time it was the man in red who stepped forward.

As they walked, their heads, bodies, arms, and legs spread apart, like piles of drifting flames, burning with their flesh and blood, and kept approaching Luoda.

Luo Da still used the long knife to resist, this time the effect of the dark green blade was a little worse, but it was still able to stop the spread of the fire, but it was the black solution made of ancient iron, which resisted the flames one after another.

But there were so many people on the other side that a long knife could not withstand all the flames, and some of the flames lit by hands and feet fell on Luo Da and burned violently.

The strange thing is that the flames burned Luo Da, and his body was obviously burning, but there was no blurred flesh and blood, but his body kept getting lighter, as if it was fading. The legs and feet are almost gone, but they are still there.

In the distance, there was another whip swinging, the man in Tsing Yi floated like the wind, his sleeves flew, the fire became stronger and stronger, and the steel knife stretched out by Luo Da could not hold it steady, and could only barely support it.

All over his body were wrapped in flames, only his head had not yet been lit, and a pair of eyes were staring at the altar, as if he wanted to imprint the appearance of the other party in his mind.

Lan Yiren also came close, and they didn't go up to besiege it, but grabbed Luo Da's head and tore it off.

There is no so-called flesh and bones, there is just a light piece of skin, thin yellow paper under the skin, embellished with various colors.

At this moment, the stitching monster in the altar, the fat belly suddenly opened a pair of eyes, which were vertical pupils, yellow, the same as the Dao Fu, full of danger and weirdness.

"Who sent you? Paper Man! ”

Its voice was very dark, but it was full of demagogy, it sounded like a stern rebuke, but it was full of inquiry, as if someone close to it was asking the heart.

Luo Da's head trembled violently, and the corners of his mouth kept shaking.

"Luoda! Luoda! I'm Luoda! ”

"I'm from ......"

"Bang!"

The human skin exploded violently, flying in flames, and the paper body was also burned out, leaving only a layer of ash, nothing left, and naturally there was no information.

After the ashes disappeared, there was still a pair of human skin paper left in the yellow paper pupils, printed in it, no longer Luo Da's figure, but the vague figure of a woman, just looking at the figure is amazingly beautiful, but hazy, unable to see the specific face.

The eyes then retracted into their bellies, and the kiln village was quiet again.

The four piles of flames on the altar burned upright again, and out of nowhere came the four-colored people and began to dance strangely.

In the green tea field, the white paper paintings placed in the open space burned violently, turned into ashes, and drifted away with the wind.

Liu Ruhua's body shook, a lot more gloomy, as if it was stained with some water stains, and kept shaking.

Li He put his hand on her shoulder to slowly stop her trembling, and when he stared at her eyes again, he saw a pair of golden pupils flashing in them.

The way of Rui Xi operated, and an ominous aura lingered around Li He's body, completely enveloping Liu Ruhua, and after a long time, they dispersed one after another.

At this moment, Liu Ruhua's beautiful eyes have returned to normal, but there is a lot of blood in them, as if they are overworked, the gloomy atmosphere is still the same, and even the agility of the past has been lost, and it is very dead.

It seems that Liu Ruhua is going to recuperate in the tea field for a while.

Although Li He thought of the danger of the kiln village, he didn't expect that those golden pupils could directly affect the owner of the source through the medium.

This is a pure erosion of consciousness, fortunately it is far away, and there is no more medium, otherwise the other party would even be able to erode with Luo Da's human skin.

Of course, weird is a little weird, but it's hard to say how powerful it is.

If you really dare to run to Liu Ruhua's body, the essence of her doppelganger is the two bad omen suppressed in the catalog, and now there is the symbiotic nourishment of human face tea, no matter where it is, it will not escape death.

As for this investigation, the first is to determine the situation of the kiln village.

There were almost no people left, just people corrupted by bad omens, toiling like slaves, digging ancient iron, and in a sense, the neighbor was destroyed.

The altar and the warlock, containing the earth's fire and feng shui, especially fire and water, were very restrained by the paper figures, almost burning Luo Da to ashes, and eroding the paper body, lifting the head out.

This is not an ordinary confrontation, but restraint between the Dao and the Law. But is the force behind the altar really so strong? If they possess these four elephants, who will be able to oppose them?

However, the biggest gain is the solution of human face tea, which is very powerful, especially after mixing ancient iron, it can actually crack most of the other party's Dao methods.

The stitch in the center of the altar is more like a symbol, and its wielding whips, fat, and lines all represent some kind of meaning.

If you want to break the kiln village, I'm afraid it will have to fall on this suture.

And the one who can kill and injure the other party is right in front of you!

Looking at the green noodle tea, Li He fell into deep thought.

……

The post road in Rye Ridge is full of flesh and blood, and dozens of people have been separated from each other.

However, the eight strange yellow-clothed people also turned into a puddle of mud, pasted with a few pieces of yellow paper, and fell softly.

There was only one person left at the scene, and that was the mansion master Mo Rushi.

At this moment, he was surrounded by black rhizomes, and there was a strange face on his chest, constantly opening his mouth to devour something, as if an extremely special piece of yellow paper had been bitten and chewed down.

At the same time, the flesh around the chest was also squeezed into the mouth, and the flesh was blurred.

It was as painful as the ninja, and his eyes were extremely angry.

Although this life is constantly strange, he has not used the bad omen of control for a long time. Every time he used it, the bad omen would devour some of his flesh, but luckily there was a rye auspicious refill, otherwise the bad omen would have devoured his entire internal organs when he was hungry.

"Broken mouth!"

This is the bad omen of the nine grades of its fusion, and the crippled mouth is the most hungry and needs countless nutrients to replenish. These nutrients can be flesh and blood, vegetation, internal organs, in short, all living things, the most suitable.

And rye auspicious is stimulated by the black soil, and the amount is full, but it balances with this bad omen.

Sometimes it's not that he's unwilling to increase the yield of Rye Ridge, but that he has to feed himself first or else he will be swallowed up by it one day, and what balance is there to talk about.

At this time, several guards came running from a very long distance, almost frightened.

Mo Rushi commanded.

"Go and collect refined rye and grind it into a solution, I'll be of great use!"

"Quick!"

The guards shook their bodies and left in a hurry.

Mo Rushi stared at the Dao Fu that fell to the ground, wrapped in a black rhizome, and already had a judgment in his heart.

"This omen is a bit of a fear of spiritual plants!"