"What a miserable little one."

"Fortunately, the soul is still there, and I can still ask for a good price."

In a flash, the white-shirted boy fell in the bloody mountains and forests.

"I'm here for all the dirty work, but this old boy went to a hero to save the United States."

Looking at the blurred mass of flesh and blood in the dead branches and leaves, Qi Tu said helplessly.

Out of nowhere, he took out a blue-skinned thread-bound book, only to see him carefully turn the pages, and the book revealed that it seemed to come from the desolate ancient era, and the flesh and blood mixed with the dead branches and leaves slowly separated, turning into the existence of a thin stream of water and entering the pages of the book against the current.

"There's a little one."

Qi Tu helplessly glanced at the distance, scattered between the green leaves of the grass and trees with a little glittering golden gravel, which was the last ember of the burning soul of the night watchman Bai Mei.

"That's going to be a tough one."

"That's all there is left of the soul."

"It's okay, it's not completely gone."

"It's hard, it's hard."

Frowning, Qi Tu carefully picked up the scattered gold sand.

"This time, I have to add money."

"Plus the previous two, well, there are already four."

"No matter how you say it, they are all for the sake of that kid of the Xu family, so my wave of painstaking conjuring spirits will at least have to work for a few lifetimes."

"Well, you get what you pay for, it's very reasonable."

"Oh, by the way, there are a few half-dead unlucky people on the other side of the mountain."

"Xu Anchuan, it's not me who is black-hearted. If you want to blame it, blame your ancestors for selling you. ”

"After all, that's a bunch of scoundrels who can even mortgage their ancestors."

The mountain breeze blew, and the boy who was talking to himself slowly disappeared in the chatter of teasing......

"Dongying, hum!"

"Everything has to be mixed in one hand."

"The ambitious people of the wolf really can't settle down on an island."

"It seems that the lessons of the year are still not profound enough, and we have to toss a resurgence."

The white-haired old man walked through the moonlight, dressed in a black casual Tang suit, like a goshawk under the moon, galloping at an unimaginable speed. Although he is old, his eyebrows and eyes are full of iron-blooded military spirit.

"Old friend, we're going to meet again."

"I don't know, now you can have some new surprises besides that ancestral rag."

"Still."

"With the intervention of such an unknown and powerful existence, I don't know how much I can compare with An Weidong."

"I hope it's a friend and not an enemy."

Looking at the valley in the distance with a complicated expression, feeling the new information sent back by the paper man, An Weidong couldn't help but speed up......

Sanskrit sound is curling, and the wild monk is under the tree.

A lonely tree in the wasteland, an oil lamp, and a candlelight flickering, a monk dials the Bodhi rosary in his hand, closes his eyes and recites the scriptures.

"The law of victory can go against the flow of life and death, which is very deep and subtle and rare.

There are sentient beings, blindness, greed, and greed, and the audience suffers from not seeing it. ”

"Smack."

The rosary in his hand was scattered all over the ground, and after a pause, the monk slowly opened his ruthless and godless indifferent eyes. Leaned over and slowly picked up the bodhi seeds on the ground one by one.

"I have a deep desire, I don't see the sorrow of the world, I only want to complete myself."

"Selfishness, disregard for the monarchy."

"Abe-kun, you're in love."

Putting away the rosary, the monk carefully blew off the lamp, wiped the oil off the lotus lampholder, and put it in the brown robe bag on his chest.

The night wind and waves are fierce, the green leaves are flying, and the fallen leaves are like rain.

After arranging the garnia yellow cardigan, the monk smiled kindly, chanted the Golden Light Sutra, and walked slowly to the valley, one hundred feet in one step, shrinking the ground into inches......

The red moon faded, and the black clouds covered the sky, only the scarlet moonlight was faintly reflected, and the night was misty and red, like the sunset and red glow.

The wind was even louder, and the streams that flowed out of the valley were also flooded with white spray, and the waves were wrapped in the wind and the broken branches and leaves were blown off and rushed to the water!

Lightning scurried in the sea of clouds, like thousands of arrows tearing at the sea of clouds. The massive sea of clouds finally tore apart, and the rioting white-purple thunder snake shot into the earth from the thick clouds that had piled up.

Thunder roared, the night sky trembled, and dark clouds seemed to burn. The wind and rain are urgent, the rain falls like a bead hitting the jade plate, falling to the ground in the sky, smashing the leaves, thousands of waterfalls fall from the trees, and blowing up and down in the wind!

Under the trees, the rain pooled into a murky river, carrying a lot of floating soil and rotten leaves.

Among the bushes, Zhang Laodao finally recovered a little bit of Yuan Qi, he picked up the dying Qin Yuandong one by one, and placed them smoothly among the old branches of the ancient tree. Listening to the rolling thunder that seemed to be blowing in his ears, he carefully laid out a small lightning protection formation.

He glanced at the oddly shaped phone, silently staring at the reply to the message for help.

"I, An Weidong, am coming, save my life!"

Letting go of his tight heart slightly, Zhang Laodao put away his mobile phone, closed his eyes and continued to recover Yuan Qi. Suddenly, a white light crept around him......

Gazing at the valley, staring at the huge white cocoon hanging under the groves of the valley, tiny cracks slowly emerged.

The storm was kept out of an invisible barrier, and the thunder light came and went on that indifferent face.

Koichiro Abe listened quietly to the heavy breath of Shikigami Yamata, who was shrouded in black air on his left shoulder. The pair of terrifying eyes with no whites of the eyes, only pitch black, and no waves.

"Don't rush."

"Yatsumata, we'll get it."

Black gas entangled Abe, like thousands of swimming black snakes. He walked into the valley, step by step, through the muddy river of the torrential rain. The plain white slender hunting clothes did not get a drop of water, as if the pilgrimage approached the long-awaited cocoon of the moth......

In the belly of the karmic moth, the sea of blood is churning.

The unconscious Prometheus Eagle died silently at some point, and its huge body gradually dissolved into a sea of blood. On the eagle's back, the silver-white phosphorescence became more and more and brighter. In this bloody and dim world of moth belly, the converging phosphorescence is like the Milky Way in the night sky, and in addition to beauty, there is infinite reverie.

Xu Anchuan's eyes gradually closed, and a little phosphorescent light in the huge hole in his chest was injected like a stream of water, and a trace of new flesh sprouted gradually.

In Xu Anchuan's sea of knowledge, the lonely soul was silent, and continued to climb the seemingly endless ladder step by step.

The great power of the inheritance transformed the body of the karma moth little by little, but the originally quiet inheritance was shattered by the fluctuations of the battle in the outside world, the stable state of mind of the karma moth was broken, and the madness in the bottom of the heart was re-hooked. The two newborn moth heads that slowly shape on either side of the moth head twist mercilessly.

In the storm, the huge white cocoon slowly shattered. The crazy side of the splinter and tyrannical side that has been imprisoned for a hundred years and split is finally going to return again.

An Xia pulled Wu Xi to stand quietly in the protection of Xu He's tall and thin back, and the paper man sacrificed the Fang Tian painting halberd and stood cautiously beside An Xia.

Xu He just stood quietly in front of the valley, looking at the karmic moth that was about to break out of the cocoon with complicated eyes, and let the rain pass through his body.

An Xia looked at Xu He's body that slowly became more and more illusory and ghostly for some reason. She was smart and didn't speak, and the gradually solemn momentum on Xu He's body made her understand that this was not a good time to answer questions and solve them.

The white light flashed, and the white-hearted boy suddenly appeared in front of the valley. He gave a gentle smile to Anxia and the three of them, and his strange eyes stayed on the cowering Wu Xi for a moment.

Qi Tu waved his hand, and Zhang Laodao staggered down from the sky.

"I wonder where Your Excellency has taken your old friend?"

"Don't worry, they're fine."

Qi Tu smiled, patted Zhang Lao Dao on the shoulder, and then approached Xu He and stood side by side.

Zhang Laodao secretly looked at Qi Tu, this seemingly harmless ordinary boy had just suddenly appeared beside him, and with a wave of his hand, he transferred Qin Yuandong and the three of them without a trace. Then he forcibly wrapped himself up and came here, in front of this bloody valley.

Sighing helplessly, Zhang Laodao silently walked towards An Xia, shook his head lightly at the confused and anxious two, and made a silent gesture. A few people just stood silently behind Xu He and the two, looking at the valley from a distance, and Abe Genichiro, who was gradually approaching the giant cocoon.

"She's coming out."

Qi Tu looked at the giant cocoon and said with a smile.

"Hmm."

Xu He replied with an inexplicable expression.

"This time, you're really leaving."

Qi Tu blew the dust that didn't exist on his hands.

"Hmm."

"When he inherits the eye that sees through the fog, it's time for me to go, with her."

The body became more and more illusory, and the rain penetrated Xu He's body unscrupulously, he looked at Qi Tu beside him, as if he had let go of the burden he had carried on his shoulders for many years, and replied with a relaxed smile.

"But she doesn't want to go with you."

"For so many years, I have always thought that the people of your Xu family are all the same selfish, the same cold-blooded, and the same scoundrels."

Qi Tu shook his head, looking at the giant cocoon's expression inexplicably calm.

"Perhaps."

"Still, it looks like it's going to be a little more lively tonight."

The Holy Light arrives, and the rod reaches the sky!

Xu He laughed, rose to the sky, and caught the shocking blow.

The bishop dressed in bright red was late, and under the dark clouds, the old face flashed with thunder in addition to the grief of bereavement, as well as the anger that rushed to the sky. In the wind, Leonard straightened his rickety body and waved the bishop's scepter in his hand, which had been silent for many years, as a crutch!

The holy light was like the sun rising in the night, illuminating half of the night sky in an instant, and Abe's footsteps in the illuminated valley paused and slowly continued to walk. Anxia Zhang Laodao's face unconsciously showed horror.

The strongest man in Turington, the top combat power of the glorious Holy See, Leonard Mores, the famous silver staff saint in the West, after ten years of silence like stagnant water, burst out in a rage on the night of bereavement, and struck with all his strength, shaking the sky!

Xu He smiled, and the long package behind him was windless and automatic, breaking through the shackles and falling into Xu He's hands.

It was a piano, a sycamore guqin!

The piano has seven strings and a slight scorch mark on the tail.

The holy light roared, and the thunder roared. In the thunderstorm and torrential rain, Xu He laughed loudly and fell into the valley of the torrent and white waves, with his back to the giant cocoon, and sang wildly!

"Return, return, the elders do not mourn their deaths, but worry about their incompetence in the future!"

The sound of the piano is like a knife, and the knife pierces the wall of holy light!

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!"

The sound of the piano is like an order, attracting thousands of heroes and righteousness in the world, and the invisible sergeants gather in the clouds, the military is as powerful as the sea, and the anger is in the sky!

After all, the holy light can't resist the sound of the piano, and the silver rod can't stop the army of all people!

Blood gushed from Leonard's mouth, and he took a hundred steps back, and his cloudy old eyes flashed with madness.

"Old, old! It's so unbearable! ”

"Still, Draenip, grandson, grandpa won't let you down!"

"Sacrifice!"

The holy light gathered into a long sword, and the light flickered, and in the surprise of the viewers, Leonard did not hesitate to swing his sword and cut off the right hand that only had three fingers, and immediately blood gushed like a waterfall.

The only remaining left hand trembled and raised the black jade cross on his chest, and Leonard roared almost heartbreakingly and shouted out that sentence!

"With the authority of the Bishop of Turington, with the blood of the Mores family, sacrifice the holy relics of the Great Lord!"

Xu He's piano sound was like the scythe of death, and he quickly rushed towards the crazy old bishop!

Holy light rushed out of the sanctuary of the church in Turington, and the dazzling light that illuminated the night sky tore through the thick sea of dark clouds in the night sky, and descended on the earth with an unrivalled force of heaven!

Under the holy light, a restless bloody aura enveloped the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, the whole of Turlington was like daylight, and countless sleeping ordinary people in the diocese instantly burst into blood foam in their dreams, and those praying believers knelt on the ground one by one, struggling under the breath of great majesty, and they were in pain!

Xu He's body was as illusory as a thin smoke, and the seven strings of the guqin trembled, playing that gorgeous movement!

"It seems like I've gone too far."

"There's something else in this world."

"It's a pity that this image remnant can't bear the power."

Xu He muttered.

Qi Tu just watched silently, allowing Anxia beside him to pull his arm and shake wildly.

"Ancestor, since you are with Senior Xu, can you save him!"

Looking at the girl with slightly red eyes and anxious eyes, Qi Tu smiled slightly.

Unexpectedly, this old boy saved the beauty heroically and also became a peach blossom debt. However, this guy is not a good person, he is affectionate and selfish. A dry bone that has been dead for a long time, and he will do these things when he is coming.

"Little girl, my Penglaidang principle is only a penny for a penny."

"Friendship is friendship, business is business."

"If you want me to make a move, the price is not low, I'm afraid you can't afford it."

Shaking his head and withdrawing his hand, Qi Tu glanced at the seemingly dying cupper Xu He in the valley.

"At what cost? I'm okay with that! ”

Looking at the man who was still struggling to support, afraid that the oil would run out, An Xia's heart tightened, and his eyes were full of pleading and urgency when he looked at Qi Tu.

In such a critical situation, only this equally unfathomable teenager can alleviate one or two.

"No, you can't afford it."

"Just watch the show honestly."

Qi Tu shook his head and refused An Xia's request unkindly.

Looking at the unmoved, indifferent and ruthless teenager, An Xia reluctantly withdrew his hand.

She looked at Xu He quietly, her clenched palms dripping with blood......

"Familiar moves."

"It's that blood sacrifice rag again."

"A rag lasts a lifetime."

"It seems that my old fellow hasn't changed at all over the years."

An Weidong, who was galloping quickly, looked at the huge offensive in the night sky that seemed to be a curse, sighed with emotion, and accelerated his speed again.

"Amitabha."

"Donor, stay!"

A sudden sound stopped An Weidong, and he looked at the uninvited guest he met behind him, a high-ranking monk with a strong treasure.

"Poor monk Kukai, I have seen the benefactor."