Mo followed the wind and a horse with stars and moons, galloping on the country road, he was already sleepy and tired after a long time, but fortunately, the small mountain village in front of him loomed, and it was finally almost there. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The summer night sky is full of stars, the silver moonlight is sprinkled on the ground, and the quiet country road is not too dark with the bright moon, but for some reason Mo Sui Feng is upset for no reason, a cool breeze blows, and the already a bit bleak night is more and more lonely.

The small mountain village is getting closer and closer, and he should be happy to keep frowning, at this time the moon is high and the stars are bright, but Mo Suifeng always feels that there seems to be a very abnormal rolling black fog in front of him, plus from time to time there is a strange wind blowing on the placket of his clothes, and a feeling of palpitations has always lingered in his heart for a long time.

In a short time, a quaint village appeared in front of it, the village was very small, surrounded by a clear flowing water, rows of mud houses were scattered, there was no fun, but there was no cooking smoke, no lights, no frogs and cicadas and noisy people, the whole village was frighteningly quiet.

Mo Suifeng was stirred by this abnormal silence, as if a basin of cold water poured in from the top door, his whole body trembled, and his hairs rose suddenly.

He pulled his horse in front of the village, and the horse's front hooves jumped up, and a long neighing broke the silence of the night.

With this long roar, the small village seemed to be stimulated, and in an instant it was a masterpiece of light, and there were a few more eerie rays of light around Mo Suifeng in an instant, and the ghost light surrounded Mo Suifeng jumping up and down, besieging but not attacking, the scene was very terrifying.

Mo Suifeng was stunned in his heart, and his scalp suddenly went numb, and a burst of creepy feelings hit his heart again, it seemed that this time he was in big trouble.

Before Mo could settle down with the wind, a piercing sound came into his ears.

"Excuse me, the distinguished guest is coming, how can you not enter the village. ”

The voice was harsh and very uncomfortable, Mo Suifeng knew that it might be difficult to be good today, but he had also seen a big scene, countless corpses were killed in the cave, and the young man's heart was already as strong as iron.

He secretly said in his heart, "I don't mess with you, but you come to scare me, is the master still afraid that you won't succeed." ”

In an instant, a stream of blood rushed straight to his heart, he led the horse with one hand, the whip in his hand was fiercely whipped, and the horse under his crotch galloped out like an arrow from the string, and a man and a horse broke into the small village.

The owner of the voice is not difficult to find, Mo followed the fire with the wind, and arrived in the middle of the village, there was a high platform in the center of the village, and there was a huge brazier on both sides of the high platform, a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist, holding the seal in his hand, sitting cross-legged on the high platform, there was a black jar in front of the man, and the miserable green light surrounded it.

All kinds of corpses around the high platform are all over the place, miserable, many corpses are incomplete, some have broken legs and feet, some have been cut off at the waist, some have separated their heads, everywhere are incomplete body parts, the ground is even more bloody, a thick bloody breath goes straight to the heart and lungs, the scene is extremely terrifying, and it is a scene of hell on earth.

Rao is Mo Suifeng boasted that he had been tested and determined, and when he saw this scene, he was dizzy for a while, his stomach was churning, and he couldn't hold back for a while, and he retched.

At this time, the Taoist on the high platform pinched his fingers to collect the gong, covered the iron can in front of him, shook his body and stood up, pointed with his hand Mo with the wind, his face showed frivolity, and there was a burst of chatter and laughter.

"Wonderful, today's poor road is lucky, and there is a little brute cow who is very smart"

At this time, Mo Suifeng had already finished retching, and as soon as he heard the obscenities, a surge of anger ran through his brain, his eyes widened angrily, and he pointed at the man with an evil face on the high platform, and began to scold.

"You dead yin and yang face, you chirp crookedly, you're not a fucking person, you are a dead pervert, killing people is fun, you bastard, brute............"

The Yin Owl Daoist on the high platform, just now saw Mo Suifeng vomiting, and looked at him with a smile, thinking that he had picked up a big baby, and now listening to Mo Suifeng's scolding, he was so angry that he trembled, his face was blue for a while, white for a while, and red for a while, as if he had opened an oil sauce shop on his face, which was very exciting.

"Wow, stinky little ghost, dare to scold your master, see that I don't tear your mouth. The middle-aged man said as he pinched his hands.

Mo Suifeng knew that it was bad at a glance, this Taoist was likely to be a person with real skills, and he was looking for death when he rushed up now, Mo Suifeng turned around and ran away, damn, the hero didn't suffer the loss in front of him.

However, as soon as he urged the mount under his crotch, Mo felt a heat coming from behind him.

Mo turned his head with the wind and looked back, oh my mother, a basketball-sized fireball flew towards him, and he saw that it was behind him.

I'm rubbing, isn't this the fireball technique in online games?

Between the lightning and flint, he was not in a hurry to vomit, his left foot twitched, his right foot stepped on the stirrup, a harrier turned over, his body rolled in the air several times, and landed steadily on the left side of the war horse.

Mo Suifeng dodged over, but the horse under the crotch was too late to dodge, only to hear a bang, the horse was hit by a big fireball at once, a compelling heat wave, roasted Mo Suifeng was hot, in an instant, the horse turned into a piece of flying ash, Mo Suifeng was horrified.

Oh my god, a living horse has evaporated from the world.

Don't go with the cold sweat on the wind like a spring water, this is too good!

Regardless of continuing to be afraid, Mo quickly untied his iron-tired bow with the wind, drew out the black feather arrow, and aimed at the Taoist on the stage.

The middle-aged man on the stage, seeing Mo Suifeng stretching his bow and arrows, was like looking at a clown, he didn't care about Mo Suifeng's bow and arrows, but he quickly went out with a talisman, pinched the law in his hand, and shouted "Golden armor to protect the body, disease!".

When he arrived, the middle-aged man's whole body was shining with golden light.

This talisman is not known with the wind, and the golden armor talisman is also owned by himself.

But the arrow had to be sent on the string, Mo Suifeng used his arms to pull the iron tire bow to the full moon, and with a bang, the black feather arrow was like a meteor catching the moon, with a piercing scream that pierced the air, and went straight to the middle-aged Taoist on the stage.

The middle-aged Taoist sneered, but he didn't pay attention to it, and just continued to pinch the trick, and another fireball gradually condensed in the air, but before the Taoist threw out the fireball, the black feather arrow shot in front of the Taoist with the sound of the wind.

Originally, the Daoist didn't see the Black Feather Arrow, just staring at his fireball.

However, the black feather arrow obviously didn't care if he looked at himself or not, and shot at the Taoist with the sound of the wind, only to see the golden light on the Taoist flashing wildly, the black feather arrow and the golden light collided together, and the golden light on the Taoist faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the black feather arrow finally exhausted its strength, and when it fell down to the high platform with a bang, the tip of the real arrow was almost burned, which showed the fierceness of the collision.

The middle-aged Taoist's face changed greatly at this time, and he was shocked in his heart, what kind of arrow is this, it is so powerful, how can it break the golden armor talisman with one arrow, the young man on the opposite side must not stay, and must be killed as soon as possible.

As the middle-aged man was distracted, the fireball that had just condensed and formed, with a pop, disappeared into the air again, and was swallowed by the spell, and the middle-aged man spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Mo looked at it from a distance, there was a door, and it seemed that the golden armor talisman could not completely prevent his bow and arrows.

He didn't talk nonsense, when he was alive and dead, he said a little more and his life was gone, and he continued to stretch his bow and set up arrows, and the second black feather arrow roared away with a cold light that urged him to die.

At this time, the middle-aged man on the stage was also panicked, his hands trembled, and two consecutive golden lights flashed on his body, and this Taoist actually used two golden armor talismans in a row.

Mo Suifeng was busy shooting arrows, and the middle-aged people on the stage were busy defending, and after a while, Mo Suifeng shot the black feather arrow dry and quietly.

And the middle-aged man on the stage was also complaining at this time, where did the wild boy come from, how could he have so much strength, and the golden armor talisman that he couldn't make was consumed like this.

Seeing that Mo Suifeng had no arrows, the middle-aged Taoist laughed fiercely, and wanted to continue to pinch the mantra and activate the fireball technique, but after a try, he found that his mana was about to be exhausted, so he hurriedly took a small bottle, poured out a few pills, and threw them in his mouth.

Mo ran out of bows and arrows with the wind, originally wanted to run, but when he saw the action of the middle Taoist, he couldn't care much anymore, so he rushed towards the Taoist, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, if he waited for the Taoist to recover his mana, he would be finished.

At the moment when Mo Suifeng just burst out, the Taoist on the opposite side sneered, although he can't use his mana now, he still has a golden armor talisman on his body, stinky boy, if you run up now, you are looking for death by yourself, and see how Lao Tzu will pull your tendons and pick your skin in a while.

It's too late, it's fast, Mo Suifeng has already rushed to the Taoist at this time, and the middle-aged Taoist finally regained his calm appearance at this time, only to see him draw a talisman and pinch the magic trick, but before he could recite the mantra, Mo Suifeng's iron fist had already roared.