The gray sky is lit up with white light, the hazy morning light is hidden in the smoke willows, the sleeping birds sing softly, the flowers dance, there is brick and stone rubble, and here is full of life.

Old man Chu glanced at the remaining liquor, beckoned to the dark with a smile, and ordered: "Keep an eye on him, don't let him go out tonight, everything is moderate, it's always bad to go too far." ”

The beautiful woman walked out of the back kitchen, with three points of laziness, mixed with a little dignified and noble, a few traces of dusk flame light on the maple-like red dress, outlining the charming and graceful figure to look at the long-lost ghost face, took out a rope, thought about it and took out a paintbrush, cunning as a fox.

Tie Luoyang, before the pen is started, the beautiful woman felt that the old man Cha Chu was calling for a ghost face, and hurriedly stepped forward, the black hair that was scattered on her shoulders at will was lightly raised, and she dodged in front of the old man Chu, opened her lotus arms, and blocked the door, her eyebrows and eyes were full of nervousness, her eyes were full of fear, her fists were clenched very tightly, and her body was beating with a terrifying flow of grimaces.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll be back soon, don't be petty!"

The beautiful woman thought about it and stepped forward, wanting to kiss her sweetheart on the forehead and give her own mark.

Old man Chu avoided it quietly, the beautiful woman's eyebrows tightened, she stomped her foot angrily, a burst of pale flame light floated in her autumn-like eyes, and a thrilling ghost cry came from the surrounding dark environment.

"Azusa Painting! Don't ......"

Old man Chu frowned, and the follow-up scolding was drowned out in the veins of tenderness.

On the top of the stargazing building, Xu is the same sex repulsion, the lonely wind is very dislike the emperor with white temples, looking at the two eyes from afar, and the two eyes are far away.

Old man Chu climbed to the top of the building briskly, looked at the lonely back of Emperor Yan, stretched out his palm with a smile, and the lion opened his mouth widely, unceremoniously.

"Is there a Dao technique that is faster than the Instant Shadow Step, hand it over to me. ”

Emperor Yan raised his eyebrows, turned to look at the old man he hadn't seen for a long time, and said coldly: "You are a cultivator who wants to mess around here, and the thousand machines are on the list, although the instantaneous shadow step is the seventeenth ranking body technique in the Six Realms, it is also the most suitable Dao technique for him at present, and the others, if you have to say that there are only illusion techniques, but I don't feel very useful." ”

"Hand it over, if you want the horse to run and don't give the horse grazing, how can there be such a good thing?"

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you, and I'll talk about it together, I'm in a good mood tonight, in the words of the human race, that is, there will be no such shop in this village after this village. ”

Emperor Yan flipped over and took out a jade slip, and threw it to the old man Chu casually, with a smile on his face, his eyes were indeed as sharp as a knife, full of warnings.

Old man Chu steadily used the jade talisman to pout, pouted disdainfully, turned around and went downstairs, and said as he walked, "Scrooge!

"Chu Xiao, you get out of Lao Tzu, get out of the distance!"

Emperor Yan was exposed, and with a roll of the sleeves of his robe, he threw Chu Xiao high into the dome and poured it into the ruins.

Chu Xiao didn't dodge or avoid, he fled when he was close to the ruins, stood at the door of the hall triumphantly, pushed the door into the house, and seven or eight jars of old wine were scattered in the hall, and the smell of wine was pungent.

Luoyang was hung on the beams of the house, Zihua lifted the pen and painted lightly, and the plain white fireworks burned on the tip of the pen, repeatedly outlining the light lines on Luoyang's body.

"Don't draw, it's useless, his sword is too strong, if you want to keep the ghost pattern, you can only draw Yama into his soul, there is no other way. ”

The old man Chu threw up the jade slip, out of thin air, and reflected the Taoism into Luoyang's sea of knowledge, and the flames rose in Zihua's eyes, and the pen was empty, scattering Luoyang's full of Taoist lines, and the ghost faces of Yama fell one after another.

Zihua looked at the face of the young man with the bundle of hair, thought about it slightly, threw away the ink pen, and kept gesturing to the old man Chu.

"I know he may die, but he needs the Nine Shadows and the Yama Ghost Face even more, otherwise that secret will be exposed, and he will still have to die, and it will not be a good death!"

The old man Chu transformed into a young man, his body shone with bright light, and he sucked up the ink pen with his hand, ready to paint the soul of Luoyang in person.

Zihua misses the body, doesn't want to see the painful appearance of Luoyang, paints the skin, paints the bones, paints the soul, one to one is true, one is more painful than the other, if you have to compare it, the severe pain of the skin is a hundred times better than that of a woman giving birth!

The ink pen burning with pale flames failed to get close to Luoyang, and was shattered by a vast sword qi, Luoyang opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and he swept through the small shop, and said: "Don't draw, we don't need these disguises, we can only cultivate swords, these are insignificant!"

"Ridiculous! You don't know what he's carrying? Without the ghost face of Yama, he won't live for a moment or three moments when he leaves the underworld!"

"I said I don't need to draw, naturally I don't need to draw, Nine Shadow Sword, we either can't, or it's a little troublesome to take it out, I need you to help me. ”

After that, the black-clothed Luoyang escaped into the pure bamboo, looked at Chen Yu, who was practicing with his eyes closed, and said, "Help me release the Nine Shadows Sword." ”

Chen Yu opened his eyes, looked at the brilliant light, and simply attracted the pure bamboo, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was enduring unbearable pain.

"You'd better hurry, Ten Breaths!"

"It won't be long, we have the seeds. ”

The sound fell, the old man Chu fell, the thick ink seduced, an ink mark was drawn into the Luoyang Zhihai, the shallow Nine Shadows Daoist stood out under the starry sky, and the hidden sword under the Zhihai was buzzing into the air, and the sword light broke the ink, directly to the nine heavens.

The pure bamboo fell, Chen Yu's figure was a lot illusory, and he rested for a long time, and said, "It's really heavy enough ......"

The black-clothed Luoyang nodded, looked at the plain white brilliance, and said, "Can it not be heavy? This causal relationship can be related to a realm of beings!"

The ghost face of Yama, who was silent on the ground, flew into the air, covering Luoyang's face, and the strong spiritual power surged through the meridians, dispelling the smell of alcohol, and the intoxicated Luoyang woke up slowly, grinning at Zihua, perceiving the stars on the dome of the sea of knowledge, his heart moved, the figures were exchanged, and he appeared behind the old man Chu with a chuckle.

"The sword plays the way of heaven, it's amazing, it's amazing!"

Old man Chu muttered in a low voice, looking at Luoyang with admiration and unwillingness to fail in his plan, as long as the soul painting is successful, it is a matter of time before Luoyang is reincarnated as a ghost.

If Luoyang is a ghost, maybe the underworld has been unified a long time ago, damn Kunlun, where does the luck come from?

"Sister Zihua, seven jars of old wine, 100 catties of beef, I want to take it away. ”

Zihua nodded with a smile, took out a ring and threw it to Luoyang, constantly gesturing with his hands, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of confidence.

"Hahaha, I'll make a note of it all, let's go!"

Luoyang slapped open the old wine mud seal, laughed and walked into the ghost door, appeared on the roof of Tao Ranju, looked at the young man who had been waiting all night, and threw out a jar of wine.

"Tuoba is dead, Tuuci is also dead, but he still didn't catch Butterfly Zimo, and the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book has to wait. ”

"Don't worry, there are many good things, most of the things that are generally not easy to do have a very good result, what conditions did Butterfly Zimo put forward with you? If I guessed correctly, I must have asked you to open the Luo Tian Secret Realm." ”