In the small courtyard in the mountains, Yao Lao was sharpening his knife.

He received news from Qiu Zhiheng that all thirteen mourners had died.

The lives of the thirteen mourning cultivators will make the bad luck of the mourning array reach the extreme, and the mourning array will bring a catastrophe to the medicine kinggou.

Where did the Holocaust begin?

Don't ask, start with the god of the earth.

The Mourning Star will bring the calamity of the formation to Yao Lao first.

He will also bring all the unjust souls of those mourned cultivators to Yao Lao.

In Yao's old family, under normal circumstances, the mourning star did not dare to shoot head-on.

Concentrate all the bad luck in Yao's house, and now he dares to make a move.

"Old dog, you're coming!" Yao Lao tried the edge of the three-pointed two-edged knife.

He was going to capture the Mourning Gate Star alive, and then force the formation laid by the Mourning Gate Star to come out.

If you put this old life on the line, you have to break the mourning array!

As long as this old life is still there, no one can touch the medicine Wanggou.

Yao Lao drank enough wine and waited for the mourning star to come to the door.

Crash~

There were hundreds of wine jars piled up at the base of the wall, and the top one slowly slipped down and was about to fall to the ground.

Yao Lao waved his long knife, and the wine jar returned to its original position.

These wines are Yao Lao's combat power, and they have been piled up at the root of the wall for an unknown number of years, but something happened at this time.

Bad luck.

The Dead Star is coming.

A point of alcohol, resist a point of bad luck.

Yao Lao tried to suppress the bad luck with the wine gas, but the mourning array was too strong, and the difference between the wine and the bad luck was very large.

A gust of wind swayed, and five green flames entered the courtyard and rampaged.

This is the soul of the bereaved cultivator, who has come to take the lead and wants to destroy the trap in the courtyard.

Yao Lao picked up a wine jar with a long knife and threw it in the air, the wine spilled down, and the dead soul roared and wailed, turning into smoke and dust in a blink of an eye.

"Turtle son!" Yao Lao took a sip, "Master waited for you for so long, and you will deal with me with these stinky fish and rotten shrimp?"

Before the words fell, hundreds of souls rushed into the courtyard, and without making a move, they lingered back and forth around Yao Lao.

Is this all mourning?

How can there be so many mourning?

These are not all mourning cultivators, but also the souls who have been entangled to death by mourning cultivators, which have been collected by Mourning Star for decades, and in his hands, these souls are all blades full of bad luck.

Yao Lao waved the long knife again, and hundreds of wine jars flew up under the wall, splashing wine, and the wine rain poured down.

Originally, relying on the rain of wine, this group of revenants could be wiped out.

Coincidentally, a gust of wind blew and blew the mouth of the jar, and the wine was scattered, and it was scattered quickly, and it was scattered in a blink of an eye.

This is the power of the Mourning Array.

The rain of wine was blown away by the strong wind, and the souls of the dead were still lingering around, Yao Lao touched the handle of the knife, and the three-pointed two-edged knife flew out, the handle of the knife stretched out for more than ten zhang, and the string of sugar gourds was like a string of dozens of dead souls, and the blade was stirred, and dozens of dead souls turned into flying ashes together.

The long knife returned to his hand steadily, and the remaining souls were hiding in the distance, not daring to step forward, Yao Lao yawned and said, "Old dog, you are almost asleep!"

With so many souls lost, didn't the Mourning Star get anything?

These souls turned into ashes, but the ashes did not disperse, and they were still lingering on Old Man Yao's head.

The ashes gathered silently, and Yao Lao seemed to be unaware.

This is a big bad luck, if you really take this blow, Veteran Yao will not be able to dodge the next blow, because no matter where you dodge, an accident will happen.

The ashes fell quickly, and Yao Lao was still defenseless.

Seeing the ashes fall on top of his head, Yao Lao suddenly drew the carved bow from behind him.

At the same time, the four flags flew up, fluttering and flying, dispersing the dust on their heads.

The feather arrow was wound, Yao Lao pulled out the carved bow, turned around suddenly, and shot an arrow behind him.

Dog thief, you have calculated that you are going to make a move.

Yao Lao knew that there was one on his head

Bad luck is approaching, and if he dodges, he will be attacked by the Dead Star.

If you don't dodge, you will be hit by this bad luck, and you will be hit hard.

It is precisely because of the accurate calculation of the opponent's tactics that Yao Lao also calculated the opponent's position.

The arrow slashed through the air, but unfortunately missed.

It's normal to miss a hit, no matter how good the archery is, there is a probability, and under such a thick bad luck, there is no possibility of an arrow hit.

Yao Lao fired another arrow, but he still missed.

With experience, Yao Lao changed direction and fired five arrows in a row, and finally one of the arrows stopped in mid-air.

Hit!

Yao Lao spewed a ball of flame at the arrow, and in the wail, a figure emerged.

The Dead Star has appeared!

The four sides were surrounded by flags, surrounded by four sides, crossed and shuttled, and nailed the figure to the ground.

"Dog thief, die!" Yao Lao carried a three-pointed two-edged knife and stabbed off the head of the Dead Gate Star.

In order to prevent the resurrection of the Mourning Star, Yao Lao took out the wine jug and sprinkled half a pot of wine on the Mourning Star's neck.

The scorching smoke was filled, and it was indeed the other party who was dead, and Yao Lao let out a sigh of relief.

The mourning star is dead, but it is also troublesome, how can this mourning array be cracked?

Yao Lao wanted to take a sip of wine and calm his mind, but the corpse on the ground suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke and dust and fell on Yao Lao's face.

Bad luck is coming!

This is the corpse of the Dead Star?

No, this is not a mourning star, the one who was nailed to the ground just now is still a mourning soul.

How could I be wrong?

How can I not tell the difference between the dead star and the revenant?

Dreamland!

Yao Lao was dragged into a dream.

All perceptions and judgments are distorted by dreams.

When did you enter the dream?

Yao Lao knew that the Mourning Star had the means to cultivate dreams, and he had also taken precautions before.

He was so focused that it was impossible for him to fall into a dream.

Could it be that you were distracted before?

Anything can happen under the bad luck.

It was useless to think too much, Yao Lao spewed a ball of flame into his palm, and between the burns, Yao Lao came to his senses.

I didn't see the dead soul in front of me, nor did I see the mourning star, and it seemed that I had stepped on something under my feet.

It looks like some scattered sake lees.

Not good, it's a trap.

Yao Lao stepped on the trap he had arranged.

There is a big difference between the mansion in the dream and the real mansion, when Yao Lao was chasing the Dead Gate Star in the dream, his footsteps were distorted, and he walked into his own trap.

Hanging from the barn

The medicine jar broke, and the medicine powder spilled Yao Lao's body.

It's unfortunate to get to this point.

This is the poison he has carefully configured, and it is all on him at this moment.

The poison immediately penetrated into the skin, and Yao Lao's body stiffened, and the smell of wine on his body dissipated most of it in a blink of an eye.

This wine is an important barrier for Yao Lao to resist bad luck, Yao Lao raised the wine jug, wanting to use the wine to wash away the poison.

I don't know if there is sweat in my palm, but there is still wine, and the wine jug slipped, accidentally got out of my hand, and fell to the ground.

Yao Lao leaned over to pick up the flask, and two revenants pounced on him from behind.

The three-pointed two-edged knife, driven by Yao Lao's thoughts, went to parry behind him.

Coincidentally, the poison suddenly attacked violently at this time, Yao Lao was in severe pain, his mind was relaxed, his technique was unbalanced, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife went out of control and stabbed Yao Lao in the heart.

This stab was ruthless and accurate, directly penetrating Yao Lao's chest.

Yao Lao pulled out the three-pointed two-edged knife, his feet were unstable, and between staggering, he stepped on the mechanism he had laid again, and a can of spirits fell, spilling his whole body.

Can this jar of spirits wash away the poison?

No.

There is a lot of wine in the courtyard, which can wash away the poison, but this can can't, this can of wine is specially used by Yao Lao to aggravate the toxicity.

Covered in toxic attacks

, Yao Lao's skin fell off, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he stood in place, with difficulty in moving.

The revenant spirit stepped forward to besiege with all kinds of blades in his hand, and it was difficult to drive away from the four banners, and Yao Lao's wine was about to run out, and he couldn't even rely on the flags.

Yao Lao heard the voice of the Mourning Star: "Look at you like this, what do you think you are?"

Mourning words.

The Mourning Star suddenly appeared, passed through the banner, picked up the weak Yao Lao, and threw it to another Mourning Star as if playing.

Why is there another mourning star?

Mourning Star carried Yao Lao and said with a smile: "Just you, a wine Mengzi, are also worthy of the head god of the earth? I don't have to kill you myself, just call a few lonely ghosts and kill you."

Driven by the mourning words, Yao Lao had no intention of fighting.

The three revenants raised their three-pointed two-edged knives and stabbed them into Yao Lao's chest.

Mourning Star said, "Are you the one who wants face? If you really can still take care of this old face and kill yourself quickly, I am doing this for your own good, the earth god really died at the hands of lonely souls and wild ghosts, wouldn't it become a laughing stock in the world?"

It's easy to die.

But what about Yaowanggou?

The mourning star thought about it for Yao Lao: "The living people of Yaowanggou, I will keep half of it, and I will give you the remaining half as a burial.

What are you waiting for, are you reluctant to die, you are really ashamed to live at this age!"

Kill half?

Eight lambs, you try!

Yao Lao suddenly regained the three-pointed two-edged knife and slashed towards the Mourning Star.

The big knife was waved in the air, and at this time, Yao Lao had a ringing in his ears, and he slashed in the wrong direction with a knife, and he didn't hit the Mourning Star, and was kicked to the ground by another Mourning Star.

A point of alcohol can resist a point of bad luck.

Take a sip of wine, take a sip of wine and you can relax!

There were still a few jars of wine at the root of the wall, and Yao Lao struggled to get up, wanting to call the wine jar at the root of the wall.

The wind blew, the alcohol on his body completely dissipated, and the technique was ineffective.

Yao Lao rushed to the wine jar at the base of the wall, and the mourning star reappeared, kicking Yao Lao in the heart, kicking Yao Lao out of the distance.

Yao Lao didn't wait to get up, and another mourning star appeared next to him, turning the bad luck into a long sword and stabbing Yao Lao in the heart.

Yao Lao was able to dodge, and another mourning star turned the bad luck into a hammer and smashed it on Yao Lao's face.

This hammer smashed Yao Lao's skull, and the bad luck was infused, and Yao Lao's vision dimmed, and he could only vaguely see some outlines.

Why are there so many dead stars?

Dreamland?

Yao Lao was sure that he was not asleep.

This should be a doppelganger.

How could the doppelganger of the Dead Star be so strong?

This is also the spell that Neizhou gave him?

Yao Lao struggled to get up, and before he could stand firmly, several mourning stars came forward with a group of dead souls to besiege him.

Wine, a sip of wine can still rival him.

After a few difficult supports, Yao Lao finally got a wine jar, the wine never touched his lips, and the wine jar was smashed with a hammer by the doppelganger of the mourning star, and Yao Lao was also slapped on the wall with a hammer.

The wall collapsed, and Yao Lao got up from the rubble and stood against the side of the bed.

Next to the bed was a clockwork record player sent by Li Banfeng.

He knew what the record player was for, and he knew where it came from.

Listen to it?

No face to listen.

I was ashamed of her back then, and I don't have the face to see her today.

This battle was fought coldly, and so far, Yao Lao has not even seen the true body of the Mourning Star.

What the mourning star said is right, my old face is really out of the way.

Yao Lao saw the wine vat in the house, this was the last chance, and it was the only one who could use it at the moment.

But he knew in his heart that with the current battle situation and fortune, he rushed directly to the wine vat, and he might not be able to touch a drop of wine.

If you can't touch it, you have to try it.

Yao Lao just took a step towards the wine tank, his knees were improper, and suddenly he was dislocated up and down, and Yao Lao's whole person collapsed on the ground.

He supported his body with his hands and crawled towards the vat.

The two revenants stepped forward and trampled Yao Lao to the ground, Yao Lao struggled to get up and knocked away the two revenants, and one revenant staggered and hit the record player at the bedside.

According to the current fortune, the record player should have been damaged now.

But instead of breaking the record player, the ghost touched the switch of the record player.

Snort~

There was a slight noise coming from the turntable.

In the house, all the mourning souls will not move.

Yao Lao's heart tightened, he didn't know what he would hear.

He didn't know what the marshal would say to him.

Bang long ~ The gongs and drums rang out.

A group of doppelgangers of the Mourning Star were shocked by the sound of gongs and drums.

Is this record player a magic weapon?

Mourning Star immediately manipulated the clone to destroy the record player, and after the singing sounded, Mourning Star's true body was unstable, and he was forced to retreat several feet along with his real body.

"This epistle came at a good time,

God helps Huang Zhong to succeed in labor,

Standing at the gate of the camp and preaching the number of the camp,

Listen to the roots!"

It's "Dingjun Mountain".

Yao Lao's eyes widened.

It's the marshal!

be

She!

When she went out on the expedition that year, she sang "Dingjun Mountain" to the soldiers.

She remembers me as an old thing!

The two doppelgangers of the Dead Star rushed to the record player again.

His true form lay in ambush next to the vat.

According to the speculation of the mourning star, Lao Yao will rush to the wine vat desperately, and then he will destroy the record player, and then use his real body to deal with Lao Yao, and win the battle.

didn't expect Lao Yao to go to the wine vat, he desperately protected the record player.

The mourning star was secretly shocked: This old thing is a wine repair, and what is needed most now is wine, is this record player more important than wine?

Then you can't keep it.

Mourning Xingjia sent five doppelgangers to besiege Lao Yao.

In the middle of the round, Lao Yao was knocked to the ground by the clone and knocked over the table behind him.

The top of the table overturned the cabinet, and the cabinet overturned and smashed into the vat.

I really can't say anything about Yundao.

It stands to reason that this is bad luck to get home.

Unexpectedly, Yao Lao poured, the wine vat was broken, and the vat of wine was just right, and it was all spilled on Yao Lao.

The mourning star was startled and sensed that something was not quite right.

Is this old thing lucky?

Under the extreme prosperity of the mourning array, how could he be lucky?

……

Whew, whew~

Inside, Li Banfeng lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Whew, whew~

Wherever he lived, he gasped with Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng rubbed his crotch: "One foot in the door, one foot outside the door, it's too tiring to dig like this."

The walls trembled, and Li Banfeng heard the voice of the carry-on house: "Four railroad tracks, back and forth, aren't you tired of me?"

Looking at the bloody soil in the sack, Li Banfeng suddenly laughed out loud: "Hahahaha!"

The whistle sounded, and the portable man seemed to be laughing with Li Banfeng.

Whew~Whew~

The ladies cheered continuously, and the drums rumbled.

The mourning array is broken!

……

Bang! Bang! Thundered!

In Yao Lao's courtyard, the bad luck dissipated with the sound of war drums.

The record player is still playing "Dingjun Mountain".

The drums were loud, and the hearts of the mourning stars were terrified.

word by word, frightened the souls of the dead and shrank their heads.

"The head is drummed, and the war rice is made!"

The wine flowing on the ground disappeared and was drunk by Yao Lao along with the mud and sand.

"Two-way drums,

Tighten your robes!"

Yao Lao stood up, straightened his clothes, flew up on all sides, and plugged back into his back.

"Three-way drum, knife out of sheath!"

The three-pointed two-edged knife returned to Yao Lao's palm.

"Four drums, hand over the soldiers!"

The Mourning Star summoned the revenant to resist Yao Lao, and in the singing of the record player, the revenant had long lost the ability to act.

Yao Lao brandished a long knife, and the blade passed by, and the wine mist in the room was steaming, and it was permeating all around.

Hundreds of dead souls were reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

I don't know if it was because of his leg injury, or if he was drunk, Yao Lao staggered towards the Mourning Star, the knife flashed, the wind moved, and the Mourning Star was broken into two.

It's a doppelganger.

Where is the real body?

Yao Lao couldn't see clearly.

"I can't see it clearly, I've cut it all down!" Yao Lao smiled, and the wine mist instantly enveloped the entire courtyard, and the spicy wine made the mourning star unable to open his eyes.

Between the flashes of the sword, more than a dozen doppelgangers turned into stumps and broken bones all over the ground.

The mourning array was cracked, and the bad luck was gradually drowned by the smell of alcohol, and seeing that the situation was not good, the mourning star controlled a clone to fly towards the outside of the courtyard.

Yao Lao threw out a three-pointed two-edged knife, and the long knife went to chase after the clone.

The true body of the Mourning Star took the opportunity to escape, and between the movement of his body, a slight breeze was raised, and the wine mist moved with it.

The flag behind him trembled in the fog, and Yao Lao judged the location of the Mourning Star.

"Dog thief, where to go!" Yao Lao stretched out his hand at the wine mist and grabbed the skull of the Mourning Star.

It's hard to get out of the skull after being caught in the brain!

The Mourning Star turned the bad luck into a short knife and stabbed and slashed at Yao Lao's arm.

Yao Lao didn't seem to know the pain, grabbed the head of the dead door star and rushed forward.

Mourning Star manipulated all the remaining clones to besiege Yao Lao.

The four sides flew by the flag, helping Yao Lao parry.

If you can stand it, you can stand it, and if you can't stand it, you can carry it!

Yao Lao didn't care how many knives he had received, grabbed the head of the dead star, and just rushed forward.

The mourning star dragged Yao Lao into a dream.

Yao Lao's footsteps were distorted by dreams, but he was still rushing forward.

Is he dreaming or awake now?

The mourning star couldn't tell it, and Yao Lao himself didn't bother to distinguish it.

How is it to be awake?

What about dreaming?

Just rush forward!

After killing the clone, the three-pointed two-edged knife flew back and waited for Yao Lao in the courtyard.

"Everyone will be rewarded when they come forward, and it is inevitable to eat a knife when they retreat, and all the generals will return to the camp with the master!"

The old general roared angrily, grabbed the head of the dead star, and poked it on the blade!

Yaowanggou, the bad luck dissipated.

The mourning star, the wailing continues.

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