"Dewen!"

The old man watched the sky drift away, and when he stomped his feet, the earth hummed endlessly, as if it came from a bottomless abyss.

"Ding...... Dingding ......"

In the sound of wind and rain, the feminine piano sound floated in, faintly, the old man's ears moved slightly, and he snorted softly: "The left side of the door!"

The old man's body shook, he quickly rose high, and in an instant, he only saw that he grew taller, but he did not grow fat, and he was a bamboo pole!

"Buzz!"

When the old man was about to touch the firmament, the sky was as big as a bucket, outlined by purple lines, and slowly moving.

The old man squinted at the broken purple text like maggots attached to the bones, and the corners of his mouth squirmed: "It's difficult, it's really difficult!"

The mouth is difficult, but the shot is unusually spicy.

The old man turned over his palm, the palm print fell off, and the purple thunder remnant text was pasted, the old man's palm print, born from nature, cultivated the day after tomorrow, the pattern of a palm, shrunk all things, the palm print was shocked, the residual text shrank, and fell into the old man's palm.

As soon as the remnants fell, Lei Wei disappeared, and the old vine on the old man Qingyun was instantly energetic and bravely climbed the high sky.

"Broken!"

A green vine pierces the sky.

"Boom!"

The night is frightening, and the rain is clear.

Shi Ji appeared, stroking the piano with low eyebrows.

"There's nowhere to hide, right?"

The old man smiled, and the green clouds above his head unfolded, dividing the heavens and the earth.

"Come, all things are in my hands!"

The old man turned his hand into a palm, as thin as the palm pattern of a cicada's wings, spread his wings and flew high to catch his prey.

Shi Ji was unmoved, dedicated to stroking the qin, at this time the qin into the trick, its sound dove, its sound whining, like a curse, like a ghost crying grave, the magic sound chatter, the ghost sound endlessly, for the sky is not allowed, for the earth does not receive.

The old man palpitated inexplicably, and shouted in a low voice: "Evil obstacle!"

The sound of the piano was endless, and the old man's heart palpitations accelerated.

"Close!"

The old man drank lowly.

The vein-like palm prints of the leaves were pasted on the stone rock, and the stone rock shrank and fell into the old man's hand.

The sound of the piano whimpered, tossed and turned, the heavens were angry and resentful, all souls wept, its sound was sad, its sound was earnest, and it was sad and sad.

"Stop!"

The old man drank in a frenzied rage.

Shi Ji, who had entered his palm, played the piano for him closely, only for him, and he heard it more clearly.

The old man only felt that his old eyes were dazzled, and the ghost appeared, disappeared, and reappeared.

"Look for death!"

The old man shook it hard.

Shi Ji only felt that the palm pattern was like a knife, the five fingers were like a mountain, and the knife mountain was all together, either dead or disabled.

"Let's go!"

"Lower Nine!"

Nine-character text, the upper nine have been used, and the lower nine hidden dragons.

A streamer, Shi Ji's body is full of nine texts, and he has disappeared without a shadow.

Diving into the abyss, the sound of the piano is endless.

"Damn it!"

The old man's eyes protruded, his pupils were changing, one would lengthen, one would shorten, one would lengthen and shorten, and finally split from the middle, split into two, and the world was divided into two, but none of them were real, what he saw was what he wanted to see, and it was infinitely magnified.

The vision is chaotic, the distracting thoughts are numerous, the truth is difficult to distinguish, the old man pinched his thighs, his nails entered the flesh, not only did not hurt, but there was a strange pleasure, and every thought was clamoring for comfort!

Pinch, pinch, pinch, harder!

With one thought and two hands, the old man harmed himself, and the pleasure of self-harm made him want to stop.

Dripping blood mixed with rain stained the ground red.

The blood of the great supernatural is very red and fresh!

"Is the old man crazy?"

Xuan Yu pointed at Fuji Lao gloating.

Kuafu's father muttered as if he had entered a demon barrier: "Thirteen Demon Pupils...... Thirteen Demon Pupils ......"

"What?!"

"Thirteen Demon Pupils!!"

The witch's heart was beating wildly, each ear was erected, and the sound of the piano could be faintly heard.

"Doesn't sound like much, is it the Thirteen Demon Pupils?"

Xuan Yu looked at Kua's father with suspicion.

He's the only one who's heard about it, so maybe he'll remember it!

One by one, the big witches intentionally or unintentionally aimed at Kuafu.

Father Kua sighed faintly and said, "The Thirteen Demon Pupils are only for one person, you look at Vine Lao!

Fuji Lao's eyes and eyes were terrifying.

The self-harm of Fuji Lao's hands is extremely weird.

A powerful person can't control himself.

The witches only felt a chill crawling up from the tail vertebrae, and their bodies were cold and creepy.

"Points...... Divide...... Divided ......"

Xuan Yu pointed to the eyes of the old vine and shouted tremblingly: "Eight ...... Eight!"

The boy could no longer tell whether he was frightened or excited, maybe both.

Fuji Lao glanced at eight eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in pieces:

"Demonic thoughts...... Demon Thoughts......"

"Evil obstacles, disturb my mind, and you will not die well!"

As soon as the old man's eyes were closed, the roots took root under his feet, and the two taproots broke the ice into the ground, and the taproots split and spread rapidly.

I don't know how long it took, the old man's ears moved, and he stepped on it fiercely: "Break it for me!"

"Click!"

The ice broke out, and the sound of the piano gradually closed.

The text is broken, and there is no trace of it.

"Good calculation!"

The old man's old voice rubbed.

“...... Zheng!"

Pressing the last note, Shi Ji spoke: "Pass the prize!"

"It's a pity!"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, one eye at a time, and the ancient well did not wave.

Shi Ji smiled lightly and said, "The seniors haven't answered me yet, did the emperor ask the seniors to catch the juniors?"

The old man snorted lightly and said in a low voice, "Does it still make sense to say this now?"

"Yes. ”

Shi Ji said that he was on his back the beginning.

But the old man had no intention of answering.

The old man raised his hand, and Shi Ji also raised his hand.

The old man turned his palm, and the stone rock bent his fingers.

The palm print is vertical and horizontal, and the finger knife is sharp.

A congenital leaf vein.

Two congenital murderous texts.

"Go!" the old man snorted.

"He!" Ishiji ordered.

A fierce gray-haired head with a delicate face.

Xuanyu opened his mouth wide: "Master?"

The big witches are dumbfounded, so fierce!

"Give it to me!"

"Swallow me!"

The palm-patterned leaf vein net is very large, but the woman's mouth is wider, and the woman swallows the big net in one gulp.

The old man's face changed, his five fingers changed, and he pinched the trick and recited the mantra: "Come back!"

The gray-haired murderer's head was pulled and flew towards the old man's palm.

Shi Ji's face sank, her eyes were cold, she was ruthless, and she opened her mouth and sucked hard.

"Whoosh!"

The gray-haired head was swallowed by her.

"Huh?"

"Ahh

Not only did the great witches not react, but even the vine elders were stunned.

The danger factor of Shiji in the hearts of all witches has reached another level, a person who swallows his eyes without blinking, ruthless!

Fuji Lao sneered: "Hehe, dare to swallow the palm print of the old decaying supernatural power?"

Shi Ji smiled lightly: "Elder give, don't dare to resign!"

"Okay, old man, let's see if you're blessed?"

The old vine moved his hands in unison, and he pinched and chanted the mantra for a while.

"Come out!"

"Come out!"

"Come back!"

"Come back!"

The old man pointed to Shi Ji's stomach and called countless sounds, but his stomach did not move.

"Come back!"

"Come back!"

"Senior, don't call it, the younger generation is deeply blessed, this pattern is related to me!" Shi Jimian sincerely persuaded him.

"You fart!"

The old man's mouth was crooked, "The old man's palm print is related to you?"

"Senior, it used to be your palm print, but now it's your junior!"

"You...... You...... You fart!"

The old man who was not good at words was angry.

"Don't believe it, you call it!"

"You call it, does it say yes?"