Hua Lingnon was horrified, and immediately put an embroidery needle and pulled out 99,999 red embroidery threads.

She was really lucky, threaded the needle and thread, and weaved nine red embroidery thread people with no flesh and blood, no desire and no thoughts.

The nine embroidery threads blew through the incense wind and looked straight at the female corpse in the coffin. Hua Lingnon was single-minded, and asked the monster to shut up.

The embroidery man swept out ten zhang away, and was entangled in the flower stem that broke through the ground.

Hua Lingnon had long expected that the monster would have this defense, so she put the embroidery needle in her hand from a distance, and scattered the nine embroidery threads with a snap of her fingers, and when the incense wind blew, it was 99,999 embroidery threads.

Those flower stems have not been able to be prevented, and they have been cut off by the sharp embroidery thread, and it is difficult to form again.

It was another wisp of incense, and the 99,999 embroidery threads were re-woven into nine embroidery thread figures, still violent, and went straight forward.

This "Hongchen Concubine Smile" is a Shura Taoist technique, once generated, it is divided and combined freely, and it changes in thousands of ways, and in the eyes of everyone on the cliff, it is also a constant amazement.

The nine embroidery thread men finally arrived in the sky above the coffin, and Hua Lingnon's luck urged one of the embroidery thread men to go down and carry out the female corpse in the coffin.

I saw that although the female corpse was wearing a bronze mask, her body shape and length were all very similar to Hua Lingnon.

Hua Lingnon watched from afar, and felt terrified in her heart.

She faintly had a sense of ominousness, and her heart was very angry, so she immediately moved her hand, and as soon as the incense wind blew, the nine embroidery threads each released a killing move, only to hear two clicks, and nine embroidery threads as sharp as blades came out, and in a blink of an eye, they penetrated the body of the female corpse.

Almost at the moment of penetration, a woman's laughter echoed in the air.

Hua Lingnong was frightened, and when she looked around, she didn't see anyone, but she heard a smile:

"How many years have passed, why have you aged like this-"

Hua Lingnon shouted, "Who are you?"

She looked at the piercing corpse and saw that it was nothing more than an empty shroud!

There is a wind and yin coming, picking up the red shroud on the embroidery thread to swing over, and swing over, know how to be more intense, like a hanging bride, kicking the stool, Wu Zi there to do kicking, again and again, after the wind, in the end, there is no air, this is hanging down.

"Who am I? Don't you know?"

In just a moment, Hua Lingnong had no movement.

She could feel it so badly, and there was a cold breath behind her neck - someone was standing behind her!

In the distance, she heard someone exclaiming from the cliff.

Hua Lingnong knew that she must not act rashly at this time, so she immediately returned home with luck, accepted the "Hongchen Concubine Smile", and secretly hid a wisp of incense in her palm.

It was her unique secret "cuckoo crying blood", which was extremely poisonous, and once contaminated, the impermanence of the ghost would also be extinguished in the turn of breath.

She measured it well, but she couldn't. A cold hand grabbed her wrist, and before she could respond, a voice from behind her neck said:

"You want to hurt me with this?"

With a force on his wrist, he actually pinched her incense.

At this time, Hua Lingnon only felt a tightness around her waist, and when she looked down, she saw that it was a vine entangled in her.

Suddenly, she had already pulled out the vine, and at once pulled it out ten feet away, and looked directly at the cliff.

When I got closer, I saw that it was the handwriting of Li Congcong, the master of the magic pen. With a stroke of his brush, he drew a cloud, and the flower fell on the cloud, and the force of the fall was cut off as soon as he landed.

She returned to the cliff safely.

"It's hard work, leave it to us next!" Li Congcong said to her.

Hua Lingnong looked around, Tang Shang and Xiong Jingyu were still unconscious, and Miao Jiang's Gu Witch was taking care of them on the side.

Bai Chaosheng and Ji Changfeng stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the female corpse that had taken off their shrouds, with a vigilant expression.

Hua Lingnong stood up, looked at Bai Chaosheng's back, and said, "Bai Gongzi, that female corpse ••••••"

"I know it's not you. Bai Chao said, "I'm wondering too." ”

Ji Changfeng said: "Could it be that the monster is deliberately camouflaged?" ”

"Probably not. He even has the same tricks as the owner of the water club, and it is expected that he must have a lot of connections with the master of the water playhouse. ”

Listening to Bai Chaosheng's words, Hua Lingnong was even more terrified.

Her mind turned back and forth, and she wanted to come up with a solution, and the deeper she thought, the more headaches she had, and the more headaches she had, the more she thought about them, and finally a few images passed in front of her eyes one by one—

The battlefield, the neighing of horses, human blood, the crying of babies, the chanting of women•••••• she finally couldn't support it, hugged her head and lost her voice: "No-"

After the roar, some memories slowly woke up in her mind.