The house was bright red as blood, and the raised corners on the eaves looked like a pair of strange ears.

The old monk Lingyu, Chen Zhu, and Wang Hua were tied under the eaves at this moment.

They were seriously injured, and they were pierced by several strange black needles, and they couldn't even run a trace of true qi.

The three of them had the illusion that they were like three pieces of bacon being dried.

Chen Zhu's face was like ashes, and he said with emotion: "I think that the most snow-white and handsome existence among the three generations of disciples of my Chen Zhu Artifact Sect has been plotted by a shameless villain, and he is about to die." ”

Wang Hua said pitifully: "Senior brother, people don't want to die yet." ”

The old monk Lingyu muttered: "Amitabha, I'm afraid Ji Shaoxia will not be able to escape this catastrophe, it was the old man who harmed him." ”

Hearing this, the three of them sighed together.

At this moment, the purple-robed woman came out of it and couldn't help but let out a mocking sneer.

The old monk Lingyu, who originally had high hopes for Ji Que, has now accepted his fate.

He thinks that Ji Que can wrestle with the finger of the god, provided that Ji Que is prepared and can face off with the finger openly.

It's a pity that this finger is not only powerful, but also very good at playing yin.

Wang Hua couldn't escape, and her fingers pretended to be her, and they could basically predict the ending of Ji Que.

It's just an extra piece of "bacon" next to it.

They are still alive because the wild god wants to eat alive, and it is not yet time to sacrifice.

For a while, all three of them were a little disheartened.

Of course, it's more of a grievance.

Especially Chen Zhu and Wang Hua, the two brothers and sisters, were so aggrieved.

was killed without even using his real skills, which is even more uncomfortable than being forcibly fed.

At this time, the purple-robed woman had already walked over.

Wang Hua and Chen Zhu suddenly became nervous, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Half of the purple-robed woman's face was extremely beautiful, and the other half of her face was covered with terrible sores, and from time to time flies wandered around her rotten face, which looked quite terrifying.

The reason why Wang Hua and Chen Zhu trembled was because this woman's heart was not much better than her half of her rotten face.

She likes to take pleasure in torturing people.

Chen Zhu saw the other party walking towards his junior sister, and couldn't help but say: "There is a kind of rushing to Lao Tzu, why should women be embarrassed by women." ”

Wang Hua hurriedly said: "My senior brother is right, you torture him, don't embarrass me." ”

The Lingyu monk spoke: "What is there to rush to the old monk, and it is not a skill to see the child in general. ”

"I'll come." Chen Zhu said busily.

"I'll come." The Lingyu monk spoke.

For a while, the two scrambled to be the first, and those who didn't know thought that the two were being rewarded.

The next moment, the woman in purple grabbed a black needle in Chen Zhu's chest, and twisted it, and Chen Zhu's face suddenly twisted in pain.

"Are you so positive that you like it?" The woman in purple said like a cat playing with a mouse.

Chen Zhu was tied there, and suddenly felt that his whole body was being cut by a thousand knives, snot and tears flowed down, and his throat was hoarse: "No, you better go and get the master, I can't do it." ”

The old monk Lingyu sighed and said, "Xiao Chen can't stand it anymore, let the old monk come." ”

The woman in purple laughed, showed her white teeth, and said, "Don't worry, you can be together." ”

As she spoke, she pressed her right hand on a black needle on the old monk's shoulder, and twisted together.

The old monk's face turned crimson all of a sudden, as if he was about to drip blood, but he still gritted his teeth and did not scream.

On the other hand, Chen Zhu really couldn't stand it.

Seeing this, Wang Hua shouted, "Let go of my senior brother and come at me!" ”

"Don't worry, so will you."

At this time, the woman in purple stretched out her feet, clamped a black needle on Wang Hua's towering chest with her toes, and writhed.

At this moment, Wang Hua burst into tears of pain.

Looking at the painful expressions on the faces of the three of them, the woman in purple couldn't help but smile happily.

A few flies buzzed over and landed on her rotten face.

She ignored it, and her expression became more and more pleasant.

It's as if there's nothing more enjoyable than that.

Chen Zhu's whole face was distorted and deformed in pain, and he wanted to faint, but he couldn't.

His bottom line is not to pull in the crotch of his pants in pain.

Men, you still have to have face.

But he felt that he could not hold on.

"It's a pleasure to see you like this." The woman in purple mocked.

As a result, at this moment, the barren grass in the distance suddenly moved, and a spherical thing flew coldly, bringing a terrible sound of breaking the air.

The woman in purple, who was in pleasure, turned her head, and her pupils shrank into two pitch-black dots in an instant.

There was a bang, as if a muffled thunder had fallen to the ground.

The spherical thing roared and slammed into the purple's legs, causing a clear sound of flesh and bones shattering.

The change was so abrupt that the mouths of the three Lingyu monks opened wide, and their saliva flowed down like silk.

In their sight, the woman in purple was suddenly attacked, and her legs were visibly broken, bent, and shattered, making an extremely unpleasant sound.

Then she spun violently in the air like a stinking raft, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The woman in purple had her legs completely smashed and fell to the ground, screaming in pain while vomiting blood and screaming with extreme horror.

It was only then that she could see what had hit her.

That's a person, but it's hard to call it a human.

The man's neck and waist should have been broken raw, his head stuck in his crotch, and his hands and feet were stirred together, looking like a keju made of meat.

Seeing the head stuck in the crotch, the face of the woman in purple couldn't help but tremble violently, and the flies were out of her face.

She recognized that face, that God had three faces, and that was the most vicious of all.

But now the most vicious divine envoy was made into a meat bow, and he flew violently to smash her and seriously injured her?

The great vitality of the god made the great life force of the lord become a burden at this time, because even so, he was not completely dead, and his face was full of pain and despair.

The woman in purple was about to stop breathing.

Since she was a child, she has done a lot of things to make children stop crying, such as cutting off the hands and feet of her parents and younger brother who abandoned her, cutting them into sticks, and throwing them at home to starve to death.

But this time, it was she who was afraid.

At this time, a figure dressed in a scholar's robe appeared in sight.

Even if it is separated by a distance, you can still see the handsomeness that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

The woman in purple felt a huge fear, and the three Lingyu monks who watched this scene were so excited that they burst into tears.

"Master, are you alright?"

Ji Que looked at the old monk hanging there like an old piece of bacon and asked.

"Amitabha, the old monk is fine."

"My mother, Ji Lacks Xia and kills back, and she looks so handsome!" Wang Hua's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth hung with saliva.

Chen Zhu's face turned green, and he said, "Senior sister, although this is your true feelings, you may not be able to show it in front of me, which makes me very uncomfortable." ”

Immediately, he drooled, looked at Ji Que, and said excitedly: "Ji Quexia, I like you!" ”

At this time, Ji Que had already walked over and replied, "I'm sorry brother, I don't like men very much for the time being." ”

"Master, what should I do?"

"Shaoxia, just pull out the black needles on our bodies."

At this time, the woman in purple had long lost any fighting spirit, grabbed the ground with both hands, dragged her soft legs, walked like flying, and wanted to escape.

Chen Zhu and the three of them had already pulled out the black needle and put it down.

Wang Hua said excitedly: "Ji lacks a hero, that woman wants to escape!" ”

Ji Que was about to take steps to chase after him, but Chen Zhu jumped out suddenly and said excitedly: "Shaoxia, let me do this kind of trivial matter!" ”

As he spoke, he staggered into the room, and then stepped on a coffin board and rushed out.

So in the eyes of everyone, the woman in purple, who walked with her hands like flying, was hit by a galloping coffin board in an instant, and flew into the grass screaming.

"Dead eight women, take your life!"

Chen Zhu jumped down, like a fierce tiger, and pounced on it.

The grass shook for a while, the grass fell, and then Chen Zhu's cry for help came—"Ah! My sister helped me, she bit my toes! ”。

Ji Vacancy: "......"

Lingyu Monk: "......"

Wang Hua clutched her chest and said angrily: "Senior brother, can you not be so embarrassed!" ”

As she spoke, she also stepped on a "coffin board" and rushed over.

Ji Que looked at this scene and couldn't help asking, "Master, are your two friends selling coffins?" ”