As soon as the wooden door of Zilou opened, it revealed a full aura, floating out of the afterglow in the sky above dozens of feet above the water surface, if it wasn't for the outcropping ghost demon to retract the small swollen head earlier, it would be slapped with blood, and the soul was scattered.

There are many evil things in the distance that are not convinced, and they swear to pull down the arrogant flying things above.

The scene when the old madman stepped on the cloth shoes and walked out can be regarded as making the frightened eyes of the monster who threw out the steel fork flutter and droop. You must know that this old man with a sinister face, a half-white beard, and a sloppy blue robe has countless magic weapons on hand, and the magic can be created with a pinch, not to mention the number of demons and demons he has killed.

However, this demon is like a newborn calf, and he doesn't know it.

The steel fork approached, and the old madman jumped up, the sound of twitching breath behind him resounded in his ears, crackling, surging wind, and there were ghost eyes swimming in the deep blue robe on his body. A long shadow of water vapor appeared in the middle of the loose sleeves, and the steel fork around the iron cable was grabbed by him. The black and white eyes looked around, turned his hand and threw back, and then the mark of the stone tower appeared behind him, the imprint undulated, and the speed completely surpassed and came forward.

The iron chain made of blue water in the rear directly dragged the monster into the sky, and listened to the roar continuously, and the steel fork had arrived.

Barb the flesh, pierce the chest, and fall into the sea and die.

Most of the ugly and evil people who visited the movement at sea still licked their tongues and stared at greed.

They muttered and didn't know what to say, for fear that they were guessing that there were a lot of delicious auras in the wooden pavilion, and that human flesh and blood were eaten, so it was up to them to seize a good time to leap up and assassinate the sloppy old man.

But their wisdom seems to stay in the constraints of eating and drinking, thinking up and down levels, and they don't have some simple learning skills.

Only those old evil creatures who have experienced the vicissitudes of life, still learn the clothes of the human race, the casting of spells, and the swaying fluctuations of some monks' magic weapons, which is very wonderful!

Even if they have the opportunity to imitate it, they can't resist the ravages and criticism of the years. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm of all things, and only a few demons and ghosts learn to use their own strength to hone their skills and understand the wisdom of the heavens.

In the areas explored by the ancestors and the monks of the peaks, most of them are in an uncivilized state, and once they are enlightened, they cannot be underestimated.

When the old madman was angry, he sat down in front of the wooden door, looked at the red paper decal, folded it and put it in his sleeve, walked two steps, and looked back at his disciple. The pattern that has turned into a three-star dot is bright and shaken, absorbing the surrounding sedimentary nebula, and it is necessary to wait for eight to appear and walk in a row before you can guess the shape of the bucket.

Returning to the Qing Dynasty, returning to tranquility, can calm one's anger and see one's own crisis clearly.

With the help of surveying and mapping the stars, it is very risky to introduce one's own mind and connect to the trajectory of other people's fate. If there is interference and devouring of other things, they will throw themselves away and wander in the unknown nebula. At that time, you could not see anything big or small, long or short, only darkness and blinking stars, until you were lost, and you could never go back.

The old madman has the blessing of the luck of the peaks, and it is possible to invisibly wrap his soul body, and it is okay to travel in the world, but not for too long, and of course not to go too far.

The demons who are about to move, the ghosts will not lose this opportunity.

When they saw such a serious old man, they still lowered their heads and touched their weapons, their eyes fluttering up and down, like a pendulum needle, and they looked at it and walked away.

Zilou just flew

More than ten miles away, the monstrous waves wet the paper window on the wooden pavilion of Zilou, melted with red pen and ink, and the tightly attached tail swinging dragon window flowers, paper-cut happy characters, sparrow pecking pictures, etc., all pressed out bubbles, folds, and became not very good-looking, and the one that was pasted was tight.

The blue glazed vase below is inserted with a few yellow chrysanthemums, the stamens have dried up, and it looks like the leisure of an old madman.

Unfortunately, the rain drifted to it, and then knocked over the vase and threw his chair, so that where would he have a place to lie in the future? The old madman only had the thin and closed eyes in his eyes, looking at the dark clouds coming from the pavement with a vicissitudes of life, and the red-eyed iron sword that stayed above his arm was grabbed by him, and he lightly tapped it a few times in his hand, kneading the edge inside, and gradually bursting out with a kind of evil aura that broke through all the constraints between heaven and earth.

The feminine man who had noticed him for a long time held a long sword in his hand, but the sword contained human blood, and even if it was soaked in water, it left traces that could not be erased, and the scratches seemed to vent his dissatisfaction. When he came out of the water, the demons and ghosts who were silently observing behind him all started to move, and they were all waiting for a force that was enough to attract them, and this point was concentrated in the man's hands.

When he vacated the sea, he threw out a number of steel forks from the rear again, with sharp edges, three pointed heads with curved hook barbs, which were difficult to get rid of when they stabbed the person, and together with the shaking of **, at least many pieces of flesh and blood would be torn off, and the pungent rancid smell on it could be smelled from a distance, and then killed into Zilou.

Gradually, more and more demons opened their deep black eyes, biting with rotten mouths, and dropping a drop of blue water.

The blue water droplets that seemed to be of little use fell on the light blue water surface and turned into chains around the demon's arm, throwing them fiercely, hooking on the steel fork, wanting to take advantage of the demon's strength to pull Zilou. But the old madman held the iron sword that was half a foot thick in one hand, three of the seven red eyes lit up, and the momentum of the rising momentum swept out, and with a light step on his footsteps, he pulled out a sword light.

The feminine man who jumped on had dark eyes, his arms were bent, and he led the water into his body, blocking the sword light, and he was ferocious, bouncing up in the air, and a blood-colored ghost claw stretched out behind him, climbed onto the long sword, and stopped from the hilt to the position of the sword body four or five inches, hissing and shouting, the old madman had resolute eyes, and scolded: "Get out! Who dares to stop me." ”

The feminine man's body slanted, the sword was stabbed and the sword was closed, the traces of the ghost claw of the sword handle dissipated, and he ran in front of the old madman, the three eyes of the iron sword exerted force, the red light flashed, the surrounding was empty, facing the air, the sword intent floated, and the ghost claw flew directly and fell to the sea.

"Skins. ”

The old madman pinched the iron sword in his hand and pressed it to the fourth open red eye on the sword surface, stepped out, and killed him, and the feminine man snorted and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." Let me see what you have to do to dominate the ancient sea of human titles!"

"I've swallowed your human flesh a long time ago, and this delicious taste really lingers me. Your words of mourning really touched my heart, and from time to time I dug out a piece of flesh from my chest and melted it in my mouth, and I thought it was good to see your call before you died. ”

The old madman frantically pressed his sword down, and more sword intent burst out, stabbing at the feminine man. The man deliberately rolled up the splash of water and sat on it to disturb the old madman's thinking, taking advantage of his surprise to use the simple technique of cleverly pinching and shaking his fingers, fusing a little afterimage that changed left and right to disperse the direction of the sword intent against the enemy, which seemed treacherous and unreasonable. When his sword missed, the feminine man picked up the long sword in his hand, jumped and swung it, and slashed to the corner of the door and window.

The old madman came back to his senses, retracted his steps, and yelled, "Get out of here." ”

The old madman sat in front of the door, snorted, and continued to integrate the aura to accelerate, and since then, the steel forks below have fallen a lot, only a few shots, pulling the monster to rush and surf. Seeing that the conspiracy had been discovered, the feminine man smiled and said, "Don't you wonder why I wore a monk's clothes?

The pungent smell of this sentence was strong, and after he finished speaking, he kicked out, leaving a few footprints hanging in the air, which gradually expanded.

Another powerful breath gushed out from the water, and a crystal blue mist rose up, wrapping around the legs and feet of the old madman, and the feminine man turned to raise his long sword and wiped it with his fingers, leaving a gloomy aura, and the strength behind him surged, and he stepped away.

The speed of Zilou seems to be limited, unable to get rid of the shackles of so many people, the old madman gritted his teeth and raised his sleeves to blow in the air, floating out of a large hand mark, his face suddenly turned pale, a blood-colored person appeared in front of him, pressed against the mark, when the old madman started, pressed it again, forming a double fold, which was engraved on the palm of his hand The mark is very clear.

When he took a step forward and faced the enemy, a huge wave surged in the rear. A curly-headed grinning monster, wearing a monk's thunder swallow texture black robe, crushed the water waves beside him, raised a steel fork, and inserted it directly into the old madman. The momentum of this pincer attack in the air made the old madman scatter the traces of the handprint he wanted to fold, divide it into two forces, and slap it at the feminine man and the grinning monster.

The handprints were scattered from the palms of his hands, and the life was two.

The lingering smell of blood and sweat was thick, and it slapped back the steel fork, and then pierced through the grinning monster's chest, revealing black blood, and fell into the sea. The feminine man's sword was pulled, coupled with the confusion of his steps, creating a trend of separating up and down, regressing left and right, after all, the old madman was a monster who had experienced a hundred battles, and he knew this human skin demon very well.

He roared, "Two, purple monster." ”

It turned out that a snake-shaped monster was climbing on his skin, popping out a small head, with only purple eyes, thick curled eyebrows up and down, a nose below that only had a breathing channel, and two fangs popping out of his mouth, jumping on the sword and pounced fiercely at the old madman.

The old madman raised his hand and grabbed his neck, and the iron sword slashed at his neck, leaving a gushing blood without hesitation, but the feminine man was alarmed and retreated, and the old madman rushed directly, picked up the iron sword in his hand and slashed at the air, because the iron sword absorbed the blood of the grinning monster who died just now, and it looked extremely gloomy.

The feminine man's legs and feet collapsed, turned into straws, and fell into the sea, and he was only left with a mutilated half of his body, which also turned into seawater, and watched the angry old madman leave with a smile, and said, "I will definitely kill you next time." ”

The old madman retreated to the door of the Zilou, and slashed at the steel fork that was clinging to the wooden building, and a bloody light flew out, breaking the blue chains, and the surf-like demons behind him were thrown into the sea.

At this time, about half an hour later, the old madman closed the door and sat in front of Li Shuishan, looking at his bloodless face with pain, and the stars behind him condensed his six, "Wait, I want to see if you live or die." ”

The man in the back of the wine pot roared angrily, and went directly into the sea, and when he jumped out, there was a sea of fire, and the person who stepped on the flying sword was silent, and his shot was a splash one after another, and he scolded one after another: "If you get in the way again, Lao Tzu will kill you all!"