A song of magic sounds leads to nine worries, when will the mandarin ducks be rested, and there will be love and hate parting from time to time, why spend the spring and autumn in a panic!

Foolish people look forward to a long time, the sky also looks at the moon and goes upstairs, a love in exchange for a hundred years of suffering, let go of the torrent of persistence and laughter!

The ghost mother-in-law of the Nine Yin Palace, hated because of love, became crazy because of hate, and a generation of pink beauties became the devil of troubled times. Leng Wushuang has the heart to help her, but she is too persistent, her hatred has entered her bones, and her heart has fallen into demons. In her eyes, everything others do for her is the original that deepens hatred. Leng Wushuang showed helplessness, although he had already entered the peak of martial arts, but the feelings in the world, even the sky was helpless, how could a mere martial ancestor be able to resolve it. The two saints of Buddhism and Taoism are unparalleled roles since the beginning of the world, with top transcendent wisdom, moral Tianzun teaches the world to do nothing, and Shakyamuni teaches the world to be pure and let go. After thousands of years, has there been a change in this world? Demons are born from the heart, and the demons in the heart are the avenue of heaven and earth, beyond the reach of human beings. Unless you have extraordinary perseverance and wisdom, you can get rid of your demons. As the saying goes, my life is up to heaven, and my heart is up to me!

The blood mist was pervasive, covering the entire mountaintop, Leng Wushuang was motionless in the blood mist, his eyes were closed, and the yuan force ran around his body, injecting into the acupoints on his head. With the last battle, he has experience in cracking illusion techniques, and the magic sound of the ghost mother-in-law is originally an attack of sound waves and illusions. The only one who dared to release the blood mist on the top of this mountain was the hall master of the Blood Demon Palace. This is the Blood Demon Temple's stunt Phantom Blood Mist. People in the fog will be bewitched by illusions, produce all kinds of illusions, and finally destroy their own spirit at the mercy of others. Or even become a puppet.

At this moment, there were figures flashing in all directions, and eight people surrounded Leng Wushuang in it, and the cultivation realm of these eight people was a martial ancestor!

Leng Wushuang stepped on the Nine Palaces Flying Star Step, and his figure shuttled through the blood mist to avoid the other party's sneak attack. Yuan Li urged, and the disgusting bloody aura became even more violent, and Leng Wushuang staggered and almost fell. Leng Wushuang was shocked in his heart, this blood mist was not just a psychedelic effect, it actually corroded the Yuan Force.

He had been besieged by the Nine Nether Ghosts when he was fighting the Blackwater Palace, and at that time, he also felt that he was certain to die. He tried his best to rush all the dantian yuan power to the twelve canons and the eight veins of the strange scriptures, but he didn't expect to be blessed by misfortune and stimulate his own potential, and he actually practiced a Xuanyu body that was invulnerable to all poisons. Leng Wushuang's Yuan Force frantically poured into the Eight Veins of the Qi Sutra, the Twelve Righteous Meridians, scattered all over his body, and his entire body turned white jade. The white vitality on the surface of the body lingers. Entangled with the blood demon and hovered each other, emitting bursts of roaring sounds.

Speaking slowly, in fact, this is the time of a few breaths, and Leng Wushuang once again urged the Nine Palace Flying Star Footwork, which was more than ten times faster than before. Leng Wushuang's figure flickered, discerning the location of the eight Martial Ancestors, they were all a Martial Ancestor, but they didn't look like living people, their eyes were empty, and they were puppets.

The eight great martial ancestors had already moved, launching an attack on Leng Wushuang, each with its own martial arts, not a family's martial arts path. A Martial Ancestor rushed over, and that Martial Ancestor raised his palm and came over. Leng Wushuang lifted the steel spear and stabbed towards the palm. With a thud, a big hole was pierced in the hand block, and Leng Wushuang was startled, although he had fought countless battles, when had he seen such a bloody scene of a gun piercing a meat shield, he couldn't help but gause.

But just when he was surprised, something even more surprising happened. His Martial Ancestor didn't feel any pain, his face was expressionless, and the red mist on his palm surged, and he continued to shoot towards Leng Wushuang's body along the steel spear.

Leng Wushuang hurriedly withdrew the steel spear and retreated towards the rear. I didn't even have a blood stain when I grabbed it. This Blood Demon Temple is also ruthless enough, and it actually refines people into puppets alive. Leng Wushuang's eyes revealed murderous intent. But at this moment, the wind behind me remembered, and someone attacked again. Taichu hurriedly dodged, and at the same time a rifle was stabbed right in the lower abdomen of the puppet. A large hole was pierced in the body, and the blood mist was filled.

But the puppet was unaffected, and the attack continued. Leng Wushuang cast the Nine Palaces Flying Star Step and retreated. Secret Dao: How is this good, these people are not afraid of attacks at all, do you want to blow them up? I don't know if these puppets are dead or alive? Is there any salvation? Leng Wushuang didn't want to kill more, he could only use a gun as a stick, and suddenly, the stick was like a swimming dragon, hovering around his body. The strength of these martial ancestors is not weak, and they all have their own special skills, which are all characters who once shocked the martial arts. Leng Wushuang is a smirking boy sleeping on a cool kang, all with firepower. After half a cup of tea, the eight martial ancestors were all shot out.

A sharp and gloomy laugh came: "Leng Wushuang, even if you can defeat the eight Martial Ancestors, you won't be able to get out of my blood mist maze." Hee-hee-hee... Hahaha... "That laughter is creepy! neither male nor female, sharp and poignant, like a ghost crying wolf.

Leng Wushuang said: "Don't be too confident, how big is this mountain, at most I will blow up this mountain with one punch!" Leng Wushuang wanted to determine the other party's position through his voice.

"You can try, hehehe... Hahaha... The voice came and went, and it was hard to discern the direction.

Leng Wushuang cast the Nine Palaces Flying Star Step to gallop in the blood mist for a cup of tea, but he really didn't get out of this blood mist. Although he didn't have illusions, he was trapped in a maze and couldn't get out with all his strength.

He has some research on formations, but they are all basic theories and ordinary formations, and the formation books that can be bought from Tang Wucheng's bookstore, and the formation arrangement is still somewhat useful, and the top powerhouses in these five continents are no different from each other. But you can't sit still, Leng Wushuang secretly thinks, the formation is divided into killing, confusion, sleepiness, and illusion. But I was really confused about this blood mist maze, and I didn't know where to start. He simply sat still, closing his eyes and pranayama.

"Huh, you've given up, admit defeat!" the voice came again. Although Leng Wushuang couldn't get out of the formation, the Blood Demon Hall Lord Yin Ghost couldn't do anything about him. He knew that Leng Wushuang was powerful, and he didn't even dare to sneak attack.

Leng Wushuang ignored him and thought quietly, it was completely unfavorable for his side to be trapped like this, and he had to break the formation. All formations have formation eyes, where is the formation eye of this blood mist maze formation? That formation seems to have been formed in an instant, the top of the mountain is flat and empty, how did he break the formation in an instant? Leng Wushuang was puzzled.

"My puppets are immortal, it won't do you any good if they go down, they can sneak up on you in the shadows at any time!

Wasn't the puppet sent flying by itself? Is it still in this fog? Puppet! To the puppet! That array of eyes is a puppet! Leng Wushuang's heart suddenly dawned, and his face was happy. But where are the puppets hiding? It seems that we must wait for the puppets to attack, and then blow up those puppets, and the blood mist maze will naturally be broken. Now it's up to you to see who is the first to be impatient.

After a full quarter of an hour, the Yin ghost finally became impatient: "Do you want to sit like this until next year? Although Martial Ancestor is psychic, you will lose your physical strength if you don't eat for a month. "This Yin ghost is right, although Wu Zu eats less, but after all, they are not immortals, they are still mortal fetuses, and they still need food to supplement the necessary nutrients for their bodies.

It's not that Leng Wushuang doesn't want to fight, he is helpless, but he can't show it, and he sneered: "Your mist needs the support of Yuan Force, I'm afraid you will dry up before me!" This sentence really said to the sore spot of the Yin Ghost. After a wicked laugh, the eight Martial Ancestors reappeared.

Leng Wushuang took a closer look at these puppets again. These golems have hollow eyes and are full of red blood. Even the hair is red and fluffy. The figures are different, the robes on the bodies are different, and the martial arts are completely different, so they should be from different sects. One thing is indeed exactly the same, and that is that their Yuan Force is all red. The red power continued to rise from their bodies, like a blood mist. I'm afraid it's these Yuan forces that are supporting the Blood Mist Maze.

If it is too cruel to break their corpses, and they will end up as puppets, and their souls cannot be reincarnated, and then their corpses will be broken, I cannot afford this sin.

Ordinary martial arts practitioners' Yuan Li is all accumulated in the dantian, and the puppet's Yuan Li center must also be in the dantian, perhaps piercing their dantian, the Yuan Li will naturally collapse, that is, destroying the energy source of the array eye.

Thinking of this, Leng Wushuang's steel spear trembled, stepped on the flying star, and opened the cold Wushuang of the Xuanyu body, although the consumption of yuan power was huge, but the Nine Palace Flying Star Step was not the same as before, what did he want to do, how could a heavy martial ancestor resist. A white light flashed, and a shot pierced into the martial ancestor's dantian. The tip of the spear stirred, shattering the dantian yuanli. A thick mist of blood spread out, and screams were heard. The scream was not from the puppet, but from the ghost hidden in the shadows.

Sure enough, it worked, I don't know if I could break the formation, but breaking their dantian seemed to have an impact on Yin Ghost. Thinking of this, his movements were faster, his figure flickered, and the second puppet was pierced through the dantian again. There was another scream, even more terrible, and the puppet fell to the ground. Leng Wushuang said secretly, his luck is really good, this puppet's photo door turned out to be in the dantian. Otherwise, I would have been trapped in it today.

After a few flickers, all eight puppets fell to the ground with their dantian pierced. The thick blood mist dissipated, and the eight people returned to their original appearance, their skin was shriveled, like dead tree bark, they were already dry, and they couldn't see their appearance. Looking at the situation, I don't know how many decades have passed.

The blood mist slowly dissipated, and Ghost Yin revealed his figure on the side of the mountain, he knelt on the ground, holding the ground with one hand, and seemed to be seriously injured. It turned out that those puppets were all driven by his Yuan Force. The dantian of the eight puppets is equal to a part of his dantian. He was not lightly injured.

Leng Wushuang said: "I'm afraid that Senior Yin Ghost doesn't have the ability to fight anymore, right?" He had no intention of attacking again, and the enemy had already been defeated.

"You're too happy too early, do you think I have only one blood mist maze in my dignified Blood Demon Palace?" As he spoke, the blood mist rose all over his body, and the figure disappeared, reappeared, disappeared, and reappeared. Displayed the Blood Demon Palace's body martial arts--- Blood Mist Floating Soul. flickering towards Leng Wushuang. When he was still three meters away from Leng Wushuang, his claws were exposed. His cold voice said, "Blood Demon Soul Eater!" I saw that the blood mist on the palm of his hand was filled, forming a huge blood-red skeleton, and his empty eyes were staring at Leng Wushuang. Leng Wushuang only felt a buzz in his head, a burst of dizziness, and almost fell down. It turned out to be a divine soul attack.

Leng Wushuang hurriedly fused Yuan Force into the acupoints on his head to resist, and at the same time, the steel spear injected Yuan Qi and stabbed at the blood-red skeleton. The Blood Skull didn't dodge or dodge, and pounced straight at the short spear.

In an instant, the short spear completely pierced the blood skeleton, and even the palm of the hand did not enter the skeleton. Leng Wushuang said: "It's so vulnerable!" But at this moment, a hideous smile appeared on the face of the Blood Demon Yin Ghost, and Leng Wushuang's thoughts were fragmented for a while, and he felt that his consciousness was immediately controlled by others. He hurriedly urged Yuan Li to rush towards his head, his mind became clear, he violently pulled back the short gun, and retreated more than ten meters. Secret Passage: It's dangerous, it's dangerous!

"Your strength is really strong, and you have broken the tactile illusion of my five senses illusion in such a short time. Before the words fell, the blood skeleton began to grow into a complete body, and there was an extra flute in its hand, and the sound of the flute was melodious, making people unconsciously fall into thoughts and couldn't bear to interrupt.

Leng Wushuang thought of the days when he and Li Qiushui got along in the mountains, the two lived and lived together, wandered the historic sites together, traveled the mountains and rivers together, went home together, and finally arrived in the country of wood and met Qin Weiyang... In the end, Qin Weiyang and Li Qiushui loved each other and killed Leng Wushuang together. Leng Wushuang let out a terrible scream and fell to the ground. His steel spear landed on the ground with a clattering sound. A sharp claw grabbed at his throat, and it was only an inch away that the claw could pierce his throat.

A hideous smile appeared on Ghost Yin's face, and Leng Wushuang's empty eyes told him that Leng Wushuang had no power to return to the sky, so he could only wait for death.

A lifetime of fluttering, blood splattering, and then a scream. Leng Wushuang woke up suddenly, touched his throat and was unscathed, as if he had a blue and yellow breath. One of the Yin ghosts' fingers was broken, and his ten fingers were connected to his heart, and the pain was unbearable, his face kept twitching, and sweat slipped down his face one by one.

Leng Wushuang hurriedly used his Yuan Force to resist the illusion and retreated a few meters. This is exactly the auditory illusion of the five senses. Leng Wushuang also had a little more fear in his heart, it seemed that he couldn't keep him, and he didn't know what weird moves there were in the future.

The five senses of the Yin ghost are divided into: visual illusion, auditory illusion, olfactory illusion, taste illusion, and tactile illusion. Frequent and endless, if it is a five-illusion, it is impossible to prevent it. Leng Wushuang didn't know anything about him, so he inevitably said. His Nine Palaces Flying Star stepped on the stage, and his figure flickered. Yuan Li did not dare to interrupt any longer, and continued to spread all over the body, and the Xuanyu body operated again. At the same time, the five fingers picked up the steel spear with all their strength, and shot it out like a ghost. He didn't dare to touch the Yin Ghost with his body again.

The Yin ghost flashed, and Leng Wushuang actually came with the gun, holding the handle of the gun, the head of the gun turned around, and stabbed Yin Ghost's left waist again. Leng Wushuang used the strength of the Triple Martial Ancestor, and the Yin Ghost couldn't keep up with his movements and footwork at all. Leng Wushuang, who opened the Xuanyu body, had a speed like an instantaneous technique, which was not something that Yin Ghost and the others could compete with, and the steel spear pierced his left waist hard, submerging half of the spear head. Ghost Yin let out a terrible scream, this really matched his name, just like a ghost crying wolf in the underworld! Blood spurted out, and the blood mist on Ghost Yin's body also dissipated. Leng Wushuang didn't want to kill him, so he slapped out with a palm, hitting Yin Ghost in the back, and Yin Ghost flew out like an arrow from the string. You can't die, you just don't know where to fly.

Leng Wushuang hadn't come out of the fear just now, he shivered, and said secretly: This illusion really can't be underestimated, he almost let this Yin ghost calculate, it's really dangerous.