As a metaphysician who arranges the life exchange technique, she will inevitably suffer a severe backlash.

Looking at the current situation, the dark clouds are thick, the thunder is rolling, the sky is thundering, there is no cultivation or a small matter, and it is difficult to say that Huangquan will die.

Ancestor Tong knew that his cultivation was not enough to resist the power of a heavenly thunder.

"Boom, boom—"

Three heavenly thunderbolts fell in unison and slammed overhead, and the entire ceiling shook.

Ancestor of Grandma Tong: "......"

She knew now that the thunder was coming for her life.

An old eye is full of panic and fear.

This day, the thunder can't be dodged now.

Unless......

She looked around, and the Yin Owl's gaze fell on the apprentice who had been with her for ten years.

"Mother-in-law! The thunder is too scary this day, and if we continue to smash it like this, we will all die! "The apprentice's own aura is insufficient, and his cultivation is not high.

Grandma Tong was her first master, and she did some work to make talismans in the first ten years.

At this moment, seeing the rolling thunder under dark clouds, her legs were weak and she lost her backbone for a while.

She can only ask Grandma Tong's ancestor for help now.

But I saw that the ancestor of Grandma Tong stretched out a thin hand and took out a stand-in talisman with him.

Before the apprentice could react, suddenly a thunderbolt split the crumbling ceiling.

"Mother-in-law!" This thunderbolt rushed straight down, directly splitting the apprentice into black charcoal.

In just a few seconds, the thunder dissipated, and the apprentice fell directly to the ground......

Outside the house, the thunder and lightning gradually stopped, and the dark clouds slowly dissipated.

Grandma Tong exhaled lightly, still scared in his heart.

Now in this world, she can break her life-swapping technique, and it will also attract heavenly thunder as punishment......

There shouldn't be many?

There is an old man with profound metaphysical attainments, who should still be in retreat.

Which metaphysical master had such a great hatred for her that he wanted to kill her.

Grandma Tong's ancestor gritted the back of her teeth with hatred, no matter who it was, she had to find out that person.

You have to give the other party a little bit of power first.

She crushed the bodies of her apprentices who had died for her and threw them all into the piranhas.

With his muscles moving, he opened the button on the wall, and a secret door slowly opened.

Wen Shu walked in.

The dark passage was long and narrow, and there were a few lights lit on the walls on both sides.

The flaming red lights illuminated the underground floor as if it could drip blood.

At the end of the dark passage, there is a magnificent and huge Buddha hall.

In the center, there is a half-human-high god Buddha, which is covered with a red cloth.

The ancestor of Grandma Tong reverently knelt in front of the evil gods and Buddhas, and there was a basin of black dog blood in front of him.

While shaking the bell, she chanted words in her mouth, and her yin and yang eyes gradually opened.

Yin Owl's cold eyes stared at the black dog's blood, just waiting to see which bastard dared to kill her.

However, in the blood of the black dog, a slender snow-white palm stretched out, and she gradually stretched out from the basin.

A slap was imprinted on the old face of Grandma Tong's ancestor.

Before the ancestor of Grandma Tong could react, he was slapped in the face.

However, that hand, as if he didn't understand what convergence was, raised his middle finger at the ancestor of Grandma Tong.

Grandma Tong angrily knocked over the black dog's blood, and this provocative hand dissipated like white smoke.

"It's a big deal! This metaphysical master is bent on going against me, so she'll wait for me! Grandma Tong angrily knocked over a basin of black dog blood.

Night Wind Garden, in a quiet study.

Wen Shu slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were like a knife mixed with blood, cold and silent.

"Anyway, they should all be the same person."

Grandma Tong wanted to shine a picture of Wen Shu through the blood of a black dog.

Wen Shu calculated the plan, divided a little spiritual sense, and followed the spell of the black dog's blood to see the true face of this evil cultivator.

Not only did she give the evil cultivator a slap in the face, but now the evil cultivator is estimated to be angry.

However, more importantly, she felt the ghost aura carried by the evil cultivator.

The ghost aura is very familiar.

It's like the ghost aura on Qin Susu's body at the beginning.

It seems that this evil cultivator may be an accomplice found by the little lady of Ye Changping.

Not only to deal with the night wind, but also to kill the old lady.

This evil cultivator did a lot of evil, took Yang Dashao's work, and killed five students with the life-swapping technique......

These things add up enough for her to do the right thing for heaven, abolish this scum of the Xuanmen, send her to hell after she dies, and then call the king of Yama, so that this scum will suffer all kinds of suffering.

Wen Shu's eyes turned cold.

It was she who turned on the heavenly thunder, and if she didn't kill the evil cultivators, she would always be able to disperse her cultivation.

But the other party didn't know what tricks he used, and he blinded the thunder.

Unless it's a stand-in......

But this stand-in is not easy to find, unless the character is like her, otherwise Tianlei can still be recognized.

This evil cultivator has harmed people a lot, and now he has another life in his hands.

Wen Shu took a deep breath, she used all her strength to prop up the ground and slowly get up.

Cracking a small life-swapping technique can really only be a piece of cake for her.

If it weren't for the fact that her current body was eroded by the cold, she would never give that evil cultivator a chance to breathe.

But it's much better now.

She glanced thoughtfully at Ye Linfeng sitting on the sofa, bent her arms and breathing steadily.

If it weren't for the night wind, I'm afraid she would be soaking wet now, and her breath was cold.

Directly tired and collapsed on the ground, at least I had to sleep for twenty-four hours to recover.

But today, her fatigue is not so heavy, and she is much better.

The night wind is her source of warmth, warming her body like an ice pick.

As long as she could be near him, she would be saved.

Wen Shu walked lightly towards the night wind, and her voice was very soft.

She was afraid of waking him up again, so she just squatted down slowly, looking at him quietly with a pair of beautiful eyes.

There was a very good smell on him, like the aroma of the warm winter sun baking on the precious sandalwood.

Far away.

Wen Shu leaned forward unconsciously, the tip of her nose gently leaned in front of the night wind, and a warmth came to her face.

She suddenly realized that this was the first time she had fallen asleep watching the night wind.

Night Linfeng is a dead pervert, with a bad temper and a rush.

When you are awake, do not enter the living, and when you get close, your life is gone.

It's good when I'm still asleep, there are no ice spikes on my body, but it's as warm as a spring breeze.

It's just a dark shadow under his eyes, revealing a little tiredness of him.

It was at this time that Wen Shu decided that the pervert of Ye Linfeng was also a mortal child.

It's just an ordinary person who can get tired.

Ye Linfeng didn't know what he saw in his dream, and his brows were furrowed.

Wen Shu slowly stretched out her hand, thinking about smoothing the traces of his eyebrows for him.

Night Linfeng suddenly opened her eyes, her fingertips were very cold, and a pair of big hands grabbed that hand tightly.

As soon as she turned over, the woman was crushed under her body.

And his other hand habitually touched the pistol hidden in the hidden compartment of the sofa.

The muzzle of the black hole was directly aimed at Wen Shu's temple.

The whole set of actions was completed almost instantaneously, without the slightest hesitation, which almost became instinctive......

What kind of experience can make a person in his sleep awake to what he is now?

Wen Shu looked at the bloodshot red in the night wind, and the scarlet stain in her eyes, which was full of cold vigilance and endless violence.

Even, with a hint of fear.

"Mr. Night, it's my ......"