Immortal Souls!

Hui An's box contained an undead soul, which was the last thought of Helian Chachacha who had fainted.

But Mao Zhenhuang didn't know what that thing was at all, he only knew that it made him feel uneasy, and he was even more resentful.

Anything that is related to resentment is not a good thing, even the monks of the Six Palaces who have a yin heart are afraid of it, and in addition, it can make Hui'an a great monk of the Jindan period pay so much attention to it, and when it is released, there will be no death, Mao Zhenhuang and Helian Na's grandson surname.

"Helian, you slut, don't let me die in it, I saved up for more than ten years to get a Tianyin and Earth Fire Talisman for more than ten years, and I will remember this hatred for a lifetime. ”

Mao Zhenhuang listened to the earth-shattering ghost roar coming from behind him, and turned his head to Shaotian Simen is cruel words.

Shao Tiansi should be gone!

Feeling the resentment of the sky behind him, he knew.

But I don't know how many people can come out of such a thick resentment.

But it's none of his business to get out of a few people, and there is no good person behind him at all, as long as he Mao Zhenhuang comes out alive.

Glancing at his feet again, the thick resentment seemed to be about to turn into a liquid state, and he didn't know how far it was to the ground.

Out of the door of Shaotiansi, Mao Zhenhuang knew why Hui'an, who went out yesterday, came back.

Shao Tianji has been moving!

From the wind blowing in his ears, he knew that looking at the thick resentment below, this magic weapon was flying in the sky.

Boom!

A loud noise was mixed with countless rotten wood splashes, and Mao Zhenhuang, who was standing hesitant on the edge of the sky, shrank his head.

A hideous demonic head broke through the dome of the Shaotian Division, and countless black resentful qi spread towards the heavens.

Mao Zhenhuang didn't hesitate when he looked at it, he took a breath and jumped down directly, he couldn't care so much at this time, he would die if he stayed here, and if he jumped, he might still have a chance to live.

I don't know how tall it is at all, only the wind blade that scrapes my face with pain proves that this is a falling movement, and I try my best to run the heart of the Guanlou Sect in my body to run around my body, in order to avoid the qi of resentment penetrating the body and becoming a puppet corpse that only knows how to kill.

The only thing he could hope for at this time was that there was a leafy tree below, otherwise he wouldn't be able to prevaricate his nearly 200-pound body at all.

Listening to the strong wind whistling by the ear bones, Mao Zhenhuang didn't know if he would fall into a meatloaf in the next second, and he felt that his life in this life was terrible, and he was born without a mother, only a drunkard cheap Lao Tzu, when he was five years old, he was this cheap Lao Tzu who also kicked his legs, and entered the Tao at the age of eight, and at the age of sixteen he was still a little spicy chicken with a triple life in Guanlou Sect, and he lived a dog's life, so he could only escape from that place to the northwest of Liang State.

Who would have thought that this rotten would be twelve years long, but fortunately, he survived and did not become one of the five monks who died in battle.

thought that he would rot to death here in this life, until one day when he was not paying attention on the battlefield, his head was cut off by Zhao Guoming Zhaozong and knotted this life.

But that was the idea three days ago!

Now he is tossing for his little life again, and he doesn't know how many times death has passed by him, and he doesn't know if he can get out of this place of life and death alive.

I have lived for a lifetime to the present year, and the first half of my life has been all about fighting for my life until now!

Fighting with the sky, fighting with others, and fighting with himself, only Mao Zhenhuang, who has experienced this, knows how difficult it is for him to survive, and it also makes him pay more attention to his life, which is very lowly in the eyes of others. (Yard ball: Uh! It's this hellish start, there's always hope for life, isn't it?) ）

When there is even a little hope of living, Mao Zhenhuang will not give up.

Just like in front of you!

There was a burst of golden light flickering beneath him, dyeing all the resentment around him golden.

But Mao Zhenhuang knows that where there is light, it may not be life-saving, and there must be life-saving things next to the light.

With this little light, which gradually decreased, he felt that there seemed to be a "round house" under his left side!

The house is good, although there is no big tree fork, but it can also be settled, Mao Zhenhuang, who is happy to see this, is a little excited to tremble, the sky is endless, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

At least this little life doesn't need to be explained in front of you, the remaining problem is to find a suitable position, and make a choice between landing safely and falling half-crippled.

And Mao Zhenhuang decided to use his belly down in this position!

Only this flesh is the thickest on the body, and his back is even more painful at this time.

In the sky, he couldn't see what was going on below, and when he was about to hit the ground, the fat man immediately regretted it, regretting not smashing it at the golden light.

Look real, there's a bald head at the golden light!

And the so-called "house" is a house of balls, not a house at all, to the point that it is like a fruit that he often nibbles - peaches.

And there is a peach with endless resentment, if it is like this, it will be forgotten, next to the spade there is also a two-headed demon demon holding a war knife, the war knife in his hand is about to catch up with the length of a mountain, and there is an endless black light walking on it.

Those two angry expressions were exactly the same as the ghostly faces that had broken through the Shaotian Division's building.

Didn't give Mao Zhenhuang any chance to think at all, the fat man fell from mid-air until he fell on top of the peach, his squinted eyes went from the top of the two-headed devil's head to the soles of his feet, and the two-headed devil also saw his own toes from eye level.

Boom!

The imaginary softness and smoothness trapped in the "fruit" juice splashing did not appear at all, Mao Zhenhuang only felt that his body was soft and then flicked, looking at the layer of resentment that he smashed on the spades, the pig's trotters grabbed towards a "rattan" below, regardless of the three-seven twenty-one, the consequences of such a bounce can be shot directly into the two-headed ghostly big mouth, the pure "meat bun" dog ending.

Fortunately, the "rattan" is strong, or it may be that when landing, it was a little off the ground with the two-headed ghostly eyes and small eyes, and only fell to the edge of the spade, dragging the "rattan" with the sound of a branch breaking, and Mao Zhenhuang fell to the ground so safely.

"Niangye~~~~"

Looking at the huge knife face inserted in front of him, his body was not as thick as the back of the knife, Mao Zhenhuang was almost scared to pee, screamed and grabbed the rattan that saved his life and rushed towards the bright place, and in the hurry, he dragged out Zhang Shenxing's yellow charm in his arms and pasted it on his thighs, and the potholed soil pit was even more flat on the pair of pig's trotters with charms, and he ran as fast as he could.

It is estimated that I have not learned other skills in the northwest of Liang Country for so many years, but this ability to escape is a first-class learning.

There was wind in the back of his head, and there was even more endless resentment, where did the frightened Mao Zhenhuang dare to look back, and ran madly, and he didn't have to think about what happened behind him, it must be the two-headed ghost who stood on the top of the sky and the earth to hold up the war knife like a high mountain, driving the anger of wrongs around him.

If you don't run at this time, this strong wind can blow his fat flesh into the sky, after living for so many years, he Mao Zhenhuang has seen how terrible this world is, and his life is like paper paste, without this ability to escape, it is estimated that he has become the ghost of this evil ghost when he landed just now.

Mao Zhenhuang's pair of short legs that ran out of the afterimage were stunned, and when he found that something seemed wrong, he glanced at the golden light, turned around and ran directly to the right.

Inside the golden light is Xuan Xian!

He can see it clearly, but in a dark world, the bald head is like a guiding light, which can attract him Mao Zhenhuang, and will definitely attract the war knife behind him, and running there at this time is simply death.

I didn't hesitate at all, turned around and ran in a different direction.

Friends of the Dead Dao, the Immortal Poor Dao is the most basic "literacy" that a qualified monk should have.

This is the "truth" of the world that he realized after staying in the rotten fields of the northwest for 12 years, and he has jumped alive and now by relying on this maxim.

Boom!

It was a little delayed from his expected supernatural noise, but it was not too late, Mao Zhenhuang fell into a dirt pit and directly hugged himself into a meat ball.

The violent wind mixed with a large amount of resentment whistled by, and the ears of the fat man who listened to it were ringing, and there were even broken objects that were blown past the mouth of the pit, taking away a large amount of rancid soil.

Fortunately, the pit chosen was deep, but when Mao Zhenhuang raised his head, he also felt a little afraid, and the whole pit was three feet shorter!

It can be seen that the power of the pitch-black war knife behind him, his crown is simply not a level compared to it.

The first thing he did when he jumped out of the big pit, Mao Zhenhuang didn't look behind him with a brain pump, but continued to run!

There was no damage range of the two-headed ghost here, so the fool looked back, and he was not curious at all, he just ran with his life.

Until he ran to the top of a small hill, Mao Zhenhuang looked at the decaying broken wood on it that still existed, and he sat on the ground and gasped fiercely, and he was even lying on the ground to dry evil sour water, feeling that he had never worked so hard in his life.

"Play with me!"

Mao Zhenhuang, who had the opportunity to look at the back, didn't look at it, but after reading it, he angrily kicked the half of the rotten broken wood beside him.

Hyun Hyun is still alive!

The land of golden light was still shining, but it was a little faint.

The two-headed ghost was not Xuan Xian, but a five-leap scarlet attic that had fallen from the sky.

Because Shao Tiansi trapped the demon demon that was released by him, the two-headed demon demon on the ground was probably saving his "companion".

"I almost didn't die of exhaustion, but I ran away in vain. ”.

Mao Zhenhuang saw it clearly, muttered a sentence in his mouth, and then fell directly to the ground on his back, looking back at this glance, he exhausted the strength of his whole body.

"What the hell?"

Mao Zhenhuang, who was relaxed, suddenly felt as if he was holding a "snake" in his hand, and suddenly turned his head towards his right hand.