Boom!

The heavy jar shattered into pieces, and the spilled wine washed the blood all over the ground.

In the environment where the needle fell audibly, there was a scream like a golden crack.

dared to run from the empire to the Japanese area as a broker, Zhang Yu's drunken temperament was also a little decisive and ruthless, and he fainted when the wine jar was shattered.

"The method of making the sorghum host into a human shape has long been played by those bald donkeys who have been rumored, but you still dare to take out such a blatant pick-up, but you have a little boldness."

Concubine Yuan Ming glanced around and said with a smile: "I'll say one last thing, if you continue to pretend to be dead, I will kill all the people in your shop, and see how you explain to Wise Qingxiu." ”

The moment Concubine Yuan Mingfei's words landed, the musician who was originally stunned by Zhang Yu's drunken and tragic self-harm spoke again, but the singing tone was not the previous Wu Nong's soft language, but the strange tone of the Japanese ballad.

The 'thin horse' on the stage put down his slender arms raised high, stood in place like a puppet, and stared at Concubine Yuan Ming with a pair of black and white eyes.

Whether it is on or off the stage, whether it is a benefactor hugging left and right or a prostitute with wide clothes and unties, there are not a few people who look the same.

Sluggish, stiff, cold, dead.

The light emitted by the red lantern was no longer ambiguous, but replaced by a terrifying weirdness.

Naked hostility hit like a tide, as if in this flower pavilion, there was only one living person, Concubine Yuan Ming.

"Heh, it seems that there are still a lot of Huangliang hosts hidden in this 'computer room'."

"If you don't want to die, just get out, you only have three breaths."

A cold voice without the slightest emotion sounded from the side.

Concubine Yuan Ming turned her head to look, and Zhang Yudrunk, who had already passed out, stood up again, but her standing posture was slightly strange, and the blood color was particularly dazzling.

"Snatching? Looks like you're from the Wise Family? ”

'Zhang Yudrunk' said expressionlessly: "One breath." ”

"Take us to find Wise Qingxiu, you don't have to go to prison to suffer."

"Two breaths."

"You should know what it means that we can find it. You don't have to have any unrealistic illusions, only cooperation is the only way out. ”

"Three breaths."

Bang!

'Zhang Yudrunk' suddenly rolled backwards and flew upside down, overturning a table and chairs.

"It's really endless, it's really easy for me to talk when you're my wife, right?"

Concubine Yuan Ming's thin eyebrows were upside down, and she said coldly: "If you want to be a loyal dog, there is a place in the old lady's Buddha country for you to play loyal!" ”

Airplanes.

All the sorghum hosts opened their mouths in unison, and an audio sound that was enough to make people's heads explode stirred.

Boom!

The heavy wooden gate of the Flower Pavilion was kicked out of the frame, breaking the bones and tendons of several stunned hosts.

The fractured wound revealed a complex metal structure within, sparkling with sparks.

The flying fish suit is worn on the body, and the embroidered spring knife is on the shoulder.

Fan Wuyi, who was full of anger, lowered his head and took a sip, and said with a cruel smile: "I said it a long time ago It's useless, Sister Yuan, you still have to toss like this." The consistent urine of these widows is that they don't cry when they don't see the coffin! ”

'Zhang Yudrunk', who was paralyzed in the wreckage, had a bloody face, kept blinking his eyes, and his expression suddenly turned iron-blue.

"You want to run away from the cage? It's late. Dare to drill into a shell when you meet it, you are really bold as a yellow sorghum rat. ”

Concubine Yuan Ming smiled, leaned back slightly against the table, and reached out to pick up a wine cup.

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, a bitter wind rushed towards her.

Concubine Yuan Ming was unconscious, still standing still, staring at the clear wine in the jar with her eyes down.

Poof!

The sound of flesh tearing was like a crack, and a severed limb was thrown high.

A long knife pierced through 'Zhang Yudrunk's chest, and the remaining left hand clutched the blade of the knife, and bright red blood continued to drip down the blade.

In front of him, Fan Wuyi grabbed the knife with one arm and looked contemptuous.

"Run?"

'Zhang Yudrunk's eyes were empty, and he seemed to smile: "Why should I run away?" ”

Suddenly, the calm liquid surface in the wine cup held by Concubine Yuan Ming rippled.

The hum of the machinery was like a tidal wave that had climbed to its apex, and the loud sound engulfed her and Fan Wuyi.

The loud noise was fleeting, and the scene in front of him did not change at all, except that the puppet-like Huangliang host from before seemed to have left his soul and returned to his body, his expression was no longer sluggish, and his fierce appearance was revealed, surrounded from all sides.

The strange tone of the Japanese ballad wafted in the air, making it seem like an infernal hell at the moment.

Concubine Yuan Ming said to herself: "The level of dream-making is really clumsy, far worse than Zou Sijiu." ”

"Sister Yuan, I don't have an opinion, but is it really necessary to make me look like this fucked?"

Fan Wuji was wearing a red robe at this moment, his left shoulder was exposed, the covered skin was missing, and his naked body was engraved with scarlet Sanskrit scriptures.

The embroidered spring knife in his right hand is still the same, but in his left hand he is holding a golden demon-slaying pestle.

"You should follow the local customs, besides, don't you think it's very appropriate for the Buddha Gate King Kong to fight the hellish demons?"

Sting

The sharp edge scraped across the smooth scalp, and Fan Wuyi smacked his lips: "This taste is not as good as the Yellow Turban Lux." ”

Rumble!

The tip of the demon slaying pestle exploded with dazzling fire, and a bullet engraved with the pattern of demon slaying penetrated into the eye socket of 'Zhang Yudrunk', blasting the cage that had completed the task into a sky full of blood.

Looking at Fan Wuyi, who rushed into the 'evil ghost' group and killed all directions, Concubine Yuan Ming raised her head and drank all the wine in the cup, with a smile on her face.

"With so many permissions, I don't know how much computing power I can exchange?"

Rumble!

Orange flames and billowing smoke swirled through the narrow passage.

Gunshots, screams, screams, the howl of breaking through the air, and the sound of flesh tearing were mixed in.

Call!

A figure crashed out of gunsmoke, and a black sword light followed, sweeping through the air, directly slashing the figure into a rain of blood.

The flying sword 'hit the abyss' and let out a high-pitched sword groan, flew backwards, hovering beside Shi Shiran as he walked out of the black smoke.

"Fire!"

At the end of the passage was a dense muzzle of gun, and a group of heavily armed members of the Wasteland family pulled the trigger without hesitation the moment they saw the Taoist.

Goo-dong.

Chen Qisheng's throat rolled, and a genetically modified pill was swallowed into his abdomen.

There was almost no delay, and the heat wave set off by the effect of the drug swept through the whole body.

Three golden seals floated into the air, flying around the body, and collided with the oncoming rain of bullets to create dazzling sparks.

Chen Qisheng folded his fingers and flicked lightly on the sword body of the 'Crashing Abyss', and the fine lines instantly spread to the pitch-black sword body!

With a bang, the 'Crashing Abyss' scattered into countless flying swords as small as needles.

"Go!"

Chen Qisheng's chin was raised, and the sword rain instantly swarmed forward.

The rain of bullets and swords was like two fierce cavalry armies charging head-on, and the deafening collision sound was as dense as noisy beans.

Defeated bullet casings strewn corpses all over the passageway, and the scattered remnants of the army carved countless bullet holes into the surrounding walls.

Chen Qisheng walked leisurely, and the soles of his shoes made a tooth-aching twisting sound when he stepped on the bullet casings that were still warm.

The victorious sword rain regrouped into a flying sword 'crashing into the abyss', and a drop of bright red blood slowly dripped down the tip of the sword.

"Sure enough, having money is a broad road to eternal life."

Chen Qisheng stroked the flying sword beside him that had been reborn in the treasure of thousands of households, and his face was emotional.

The Taoist stepped over the stumps and severed arms scattered all over the ground, and at the end of the passage, his vision suddenly opened up.

In a wide factory building with a width of hundreds of feet, hundreds of humanoid sorghum hosts are hung in the air, and no matter how the eyeballs tremble, they can never open their eyelids.

Chen Qisheng looked around and saw that there was no change, so he whispered to himself: "God stick, it's your turn." ”

"Leave it to me."

Zou Sijiu's voice suddenly sounded, reverberating in the empty room, one after another, and finally like a thunderbolt, deafening.

Hundreds of tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the word 'Zou' slowly emerged from the depths of the pupils.

Boom.. Boom.. Boom.. Boom.

The Huangliang host who broke free from the shackles fell to the ground like a dumpling, knelt on his knees, and threw himself at Chen Qisheng's five bodies.

"Meet Master Daozu."

"Can you do less of all this work?"

Chen Qisheng sighed helplessly at the air in front of him: "And it's better for you to call me Dao Ancestor than to call me Earth Immortal, so that I may be a little happier." ”

"To be a man, you have to have dreams, is it enough for you to be satisfied with an earth immortal?"

Chen Qisheng was too lazy to talk to Zou Sijiu, pointed to the group of humanoid hosts in front of him and asked, "How to deal with these things?" ”

"Lao Li said, how much to catch this time depends on our luck."

Zou Sijiu said with a smile: "If you kill someone, take sixty percent." I'll wrap up the right and take forty percent. Fair, right? ”

"Yes."

Chen Qisheng sat down cross-legged on the spot, and the humanoid host in front of him sat cross-legged, and the scene was somewhat similar to the Taoist preface.

"Divine stick, you said that Huang Shilie is a sect martial order, and Huangliang's authority has no effect on him at all, why should he help Zhizhi Qingxiu do this kind of thing?"

Chen Qisheng, who was waiting for Zou Sijiu to strip off his authority, was bored and suddenly asked.

"How do I know that?"

Zou Sijiu seemed to grit his teeth and speak, obviously it was a bit difficult for him to strip so many sorghum hosts at one time.

"But that's all there is to men and women, otherwise what else could there be?"

Chen Qisheng sneered: "So Huang Shilie is still a lover? ”

"Chong Guan is angry and red-faced, it is something that their martial arts order does."

"Then why did Akechi Qingxiu divide Gao Tianyuan into so many humanoid sorghum hosts?"

"It's hidden."

Zou Sijiu said without hesitation: "Even if it is discovered, it will not lose too much." It's like being concentrated in one place, and when someone else serves it, there's nothing. How could you not even know this, haven't you built the Huangliang Cave Heaven? ”

Chen Qisheng didn't have his words, the flying sword beside him trembled, and the whole person was like a great enemy.

A kneeling host suddenly stood up, the word 'Zou' disappeared under his eyes, and he made a fist salute to Chen Qisheng.

"We're meeting again, Senior Brother Yang Xuan."

The tone that came from the humanoid host was heroic, and Chen Qisheng instantly recognized the identity of the other party.

Dragon Tiger Mountain's 'Formation' Heavenly Master, Yang Long!

(End of chapter)

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