Between heaven and earth, there is only a thick darkness, and this darkness, in Leng Chunqiu's view, is also the only one seen in a lifetime. This darkness is as pure as wine.

Leng Chunqiu looked at Wu Zhen, if Brother Wu was still sober, the two of them should have a few drinks. It's just that at this time, Wu Zhen only has a shell left, and in his blank eyes, there is no content, no sorrow, no joy, no anger and no resentment, is it better for Brother Wu to be drowned in a sea of blood like this, which is better than being sober?

Leng Chunqiu was no longer thinking nonsense, he swept the Yuehua knife with one hand, and said in his heart, Brother Wu, Leng Chunqiu will live and die with you today. Prince Xiaolong has a corner gun in one hand, and drags Wu Zhen with the other, and said, Three Corpses Zhenjun, how good my method is. Even the true scriptures with true explanations are in the minds of our cousins, and this deal is very cost-effective.

Just when the Three Corpses True Monarch was bothering and hesitating, Wushi Sanren was interested, and Rao was at a critical juncture of life and death, but he made an unbelievable request to the Three Corpses True Monarch.

Five stones scatter humanity, three corpses Zhenjun, today we can't escape death, while there are still a few breaths, I, suddenly want to sing a song, want to come to Zhenjun, I won't even agree to this request. I'm a dying man.

Before the Three Corpses True Monarch could answer, the Five Stone Scattered People had already let go of their throats and sang:

Think of you. It consumes all my soul. I've seen it all over the thousands. Not as good as you. You're a beautiful man. And how smart and handsome. It's to fight a gold man in exchange. I won't change you either. Even the gold people are also limited gold. Your man has infinite romance.

Turn into an embroidered shoe and put it on your golden lotus. Change a collar of undershirts to intersect with your flesh. Turn into a bamboo lady in your arms. Becoming a master waist binds you. Change a tube of jade flute on your finger and adjust it up. Then turn into a piece of fragrant tea. Not far from your cherry small.

That's it. Is that all? Die. Live it for a while. This is the only time. They have done their best to knock me down. To be a ghost, you must be a merry ghost. To go to the bridge, you must go to the Nai He Bridge. But if you have to walk hand in hand with you on the bridge. It's better to die.

To be separated. Unless it's heaven and earth. To be separated. Unless it's east to west. To be separated. Unless it is an official who has become a official. You won't be able to share your time with me. I can't leave you when I leave. He died in Huangquan. You can't separate ghosts.

The sky is full of stars, and the moon is not bright. How can a flock of crows be compared to a lonely phoenix. How can the person in front of me compare to my enemy? It's hard to say that the whole world is his first beauty. Only I have a relationship with him. My body accompanies others. I thought about him in my heart.

Eyebrows come. Eyes go. I'm on the same page as you. I don't know how many hundred generations have been cultivated. This one is in love with you. The side road is even more wonderful. You and I can't plug him. People look at you as a man and I am a woman. How do you know that the two of us are one heart? If the two of us go on the scales, too. You are half a catty, and I am eight taels.

The sea of blood was waves, surrounding a two-zhang radius, and the Three Corpse True Monarchs led zombies, rotting corpses, white bone skeletons and the five stone scattered people and others to confront each other.

The waves of a tree high, dark red turbulent, the waves of the water crashed, penetrating the ear bones.

Wushi Sanren sang the tune, unaware, as if life and death had long been put aside.

Prince Xiaolong said, stop singing, at the moment of life and death, he is still singing the sour song of his sweet brother and sister. I'm surprised, you are five stone scattered people, reading Ji Kang, caressing Liangqin, why do you want to return to the West with your life, singing is indeed a mountain song of the Ming Dynasty.

Wushi Sanren didn't answer, and after singing the song, there seemed to be infinite sadness, and he was still unfinished, and he was about to sing it again.

What a sour tune, my teeth are down, Amitabha.

A Buddha horn did not come from the sky, not from beyond the sea of blood, but from the earth, under the pile of bones in a radius of two feet.

The little dragon prince had sharp eyes, but he saw a bald head with a glimmer of light, emerging from the ground. Wait until the whole head comes out, shake it and shake it off.

It's a monk.

The monk's head began to sway on the ground, like a seedling emerging from the soil, stretching its body vigorously and growing upward. After a while, the monk's two hands were already exposed, and he held the ground with his two hands, and let out a hey sound in his throat.

The monk jumped to the ground, but accidentally stepped on the bones and almost fell.

Prince Xiaolong almost laughed out loud.

Leng Chunqiu stared at the monk coldly, but he didn't know him. Wushi Sanren knows, bald brother, you are here, almost you can't see your senior brother.

Wushisan said sad words, but there was a smile on his face, as if the monk disappeared as soon as he came.

The Three Corpses True Monarch was also taken aback, but he didn't know this monk.

The monk stood firm, but there was a faint light from head to toe, and Prince Xiaolong looked at this monk carefully, dressed in an old monk's robe, but it looked small, very disproportionate, with a small head, a very clean face, and a snot that crossed the river.

Prince Xiaolong smiled and said in his heart, where did he come from such a living treasure.

Oh, brother, why are you in a hurry? The bald monk staggered and approached the three corpse true monarchs.

What am I talking about, senior brother, you, you are patronizing the famous and famous people, and you are still playing chic.

Do you want to save them? Slightly remorseful, it is better to take advantage of the singing of the five stone scattered people just now and clean them up. There is another monk for no reason, I don't know the details, but don't be a strong enemy. Did he steal the "Huang Ting Jing"?

I'm a monk, don't you see the bald head? The little monk is bald, the bald donkey.

Prince Xiaolong almost laughed out loud again, and Leng Chunqiu couldn't help laughing.

You stole the "Huang Ting Jing"? The Three Corpses True Monarch was ruthless. The bald monk patted his chest and said, right here. Hehe, I won't give it to you.

Zombies, carrion, and bone skeletons attacked again, surrounding them on all sides, and reappearing underground. This time, the Three Corpses True Monarch seems to have used all the corpses that Zuo Jin could send.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll dismantle the skeleton. The bald monk opened his arms, and his left and right hands were on fire.

The bald monk ran quickly around Wushi Sanren, Leng Chunqiu, Wu Zhen, and Prince Xiaolong, forming a circle in the south, south, west, and northwest, drawing circles on the ground with his hands as he ran. Where the hand touched, a fire immediately ignited, and the flame barrier firmly isolated the zombies from the outside, and all the zombies who forcibly entered the circle were burned with a crackling sound, and a pungent smell impacted Leng Chunqiu and the others.

It's fun and fun, this time you can burn enough. Master didn't allow me to set a fire, so I saw it burning. Jin Sheng sighed and said that he was very happy to see the wild burning. My bald monk burned the zombie array, and he was even more happy.

The circle of fire does not expand, it is only within a radius of two zhang, and outside the fire is an army of zombies, rotting corpses, skeletons, and white bones, constantly impacting.

Look at me again, the bald monk snorted a few times, and waved his fists wildly, in the circle is a fist, flying out of the circle is a huge flame fist, hitting the zombies, the zombies are all touching.

Prince Xiaolong said, Xiao Bald, aim at the three corpses Zhenjun.

At this time, the Three Corpse True Monarchs had already climbed to the top of the waves of the Blood Sea step by step, and with the ups and downs of the waves, his body fluctuated.

yes, you still know me. The bald monk faced the three corpse true monarchs, and punched out again and again, and the fists rained out, and one by one the fiery fists smashed towards the three corpse true monarchs.

The Three Corpse True Monarchs hurriedly dodged left and right.

Five stones scatter humanity, junior brother, don't patronize and play, be careful of his sea of blood.

Don't worry, I haven't had enough yet. The bald monk said to the three corpse true monarchs, what other tricks do you have, just use them.

Are you using the Nether Ghost Fire?" asked the Three Corpse True Monarch dodging the Fire Fist.

yes, how do you know. The bald monk asked innocently.

At this time, the white bone skeleton of the zombie carrion no longer came out, and outside the fire barrier, the white bone was feverish.

Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. The bald monk clasped his hands together.