The wind got up in an instant, and it was quite big, and it pressed up.

The whole world was weighed down. At first, I struggled a little, but it was cloudy and sunny for a while, and it seemed that it could still start to work.

However, the wind will not work with a little bit of strength - the seven orifices of the entire heaven and earth will be sealed with a snap, and the sand and stones will not have time to jump out, so they will be stuffed in it, whimpering, like a dead fetus in the womb of a pregnant woman, without words, only dumb.

In an instant, the wind and clouds covered the sun, changing the heavens, such a handwriting, except for the Grand Master of Cloud Gate, no one could reach it on the spot.

This kung fu is called "Six Dust into Concentration", and the beast Dao practice technique will be generated, and the spirit will be summoned from the underworld to drive the spellcaster.

The elf's name is "Wind Zen", colorless, tasteless, formless and shadowless, no way to capture, and no sound for life.

The cold stove smoke knew the power of this move, and immediately opened the eyes of the sky, pointed his toes, and looked at Xiong Jing Yu anxiously.

When he got closer, he first startled the Chengdu woman - he saw that her eyebrows and eyes were panicked, but her body was stiff, and she didn't move, and she couldn't see the slightest intention of escaping.

Look at her again, densely mixed, a lot of wind Zen -

The green dragonfly wings, the white boy body, all the size of a grain of rice, hugged each other in groups.

From a distance, it is a mountain flower that blooms at the wrong time, but when I look closely, I see that it is the fat maggots in the woman's scalp, which go into the wind and take root, and give birth to tender shoots little by little, so that people can't bear to look closely.

The wind Zenzi hugged one place, and he was about to hit Xiong Jing Yu's body.

The smoke of the cold stove just arrived, and seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven moonflower silk were pulled out with a snap of his fingers, and when the wind blew, one zhang and one zhang were born, and immediately became a jade-colored net, separating the wind Zen outside.

This moon Hua Si is also a beast Taoist technique, taken from the synaesthesia elf "Silkworm Palace" of cold furnace smoke, which is the personal weapon of cold furnace smoke.

With his free hand, the cold stove smoke immediately turned around and wanted to scold the person behind him: "What are you doing?

Xiong Jingyu was at a loss: "Hide, hide what?"

"You didn't open the eyes of heaven?"

"Sky Eye?"

The smoke of the cold stove was clear at the moment, and he was about to reply, when he suddenly felt his true anger and hurriedly looked back, only to realize that his net had called Feng Zenzi to hit a hole!

Looking out through the hole, a monk under the dark clouds was silent, and the difference was only ten steps away - the Great Brahma had made a move!

As soon as the hole came out, it could no longer stop the offensive of Feng Zenzi, and as soon as the wind blew, it drilled straight into it, and the speed was extremely fast, and without waiting for the cold stove smoke to finish the trick, he had already turned around and hugged the people behind him.

This can make the owner of Yushu Mansion feel ashamed: he knew that his skills were not as good as others, but he didn't expect to be so embarrassed——

At the moment, he didn't make a detailed study, but he was ruthless, biting his lips and tongue, and a mouthful of bloody wind Zen sprayed in the air-

"Three thousand troubles—"

As soon as this trick came out, three thousand three hundred moons of silk came out, and in a moment they made thirty-three pieces of silk in the wind, one horse after another, layer by layer, and surrounded the wind Zen that took the road away.

Leaving another hand, he finished the trick, only to hear the cold stove smoke "Om", thirty-three silk horses immediately tightened, and the thousands of winds and Zen in the middle of it could not escape, and it turned into a breath of fresh air with a snap of his fingers-

But he couldn't stop, and with another pinch of the cold stove smoke, another seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven Yuehua silks ejected out, making a cocoon and enveloping Xiong Jingyu in it.

After these few hands, the cold stove smoke was a little exhaled, and when she heard the movement of the person in the cocoon, she was only tired and asked not to move.

"Yushu Mansion, what does this mean?"

The wind had subsided, and the sky was still dark, and quietly, as if tired, and rested a little—

However, it doesn't give people a very real feeling, as if it's just the big guy holding his breath, who can't help but let out the anger first, and then it's going to make more noise.

The smoke of the cold stove turned around, facing the great Brahma. He said, "Please allow the Grand Master to leave her to me." ”

"I can't tolerate it. ”

The cold stove was silent.

"What does she have to do with you?"

"It's not a relative. ”

"Why bother?"

Cold Stove Smoke leaned slightly and glanced at the cocoon behind him.

The cocoon moved so violently that it seemed to hear a conversation outside, and the people inside were in a hurry to refute, but they couldn't—

The cocoon is there, you can get something in, but nothing can come out.

The cold stove smoke settled down, turned back again, and looked straight at the monk ten steps away: "She is my maid." I'll protect her. ”