"You are doing this for great disrespect, how can the tomb of the king of men be desecrated!"

Lao Zhangtou said seriously, offending a great monk with the means to reach the heavens as a mortal, arguing with reason, loud and loud, and actually without the slightest fear. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Exactly, this old man guarding the tomb is reasonable, and Yuangui Daoyou is inevitably too hasty and his words are inappropriate. The eight kings of ancient times all have great merits, and they have saved the human race from fire and water alone, sheltered future generations, and continued to be blessed to this day. ”

The blue-shirted young man's master Bodao, he has a long beard fluttering, quite a grandmaster's style, and admires the king of people who pacified the chaos in the Holy Continent, the ancient years were a long river full of blood and tears, only such a stunning posture of the sky, can save the building from falling.

"Hmph!" The old man of Yuan Turtle snorted coldly, knowing that he was speechless, and said to himself: "If you die, everything is over, why bother with red tape, you and I are not all the same, since everyone is here with a covetous heart, why hide it." ”

"Where did you get so much nonsense, just ask directly, does he dare to disobey me? A mortal, knowing too much is a sin. Suddenly, a cold, hoarse voice came out.

On one side of the mountain, the three-headed dragon is entrenched, it soars through the clouds and fog, swallowing the raging poisonous smoke, swirling left and right, floating through a grassy forest, where it quickly withered, lost its vitality, out of the three-headed dragon pulled out of the chariot out of a cloaked old man, the voice of the cold is from his mouth.

This old man was full of ghosts, withered, skinny, wrapped in a big black robe, his scattered hair covered his face, revealing only two ghostly eyes, shooting out a piercing light, his gloomy appearance was full of blood, and the sneering laughter from his mouth was like a night owl crying, making people's cold hairs stand on end, and it was not like the sound of a living person.

It was as if he had really seen a ghost in broad daylight, he walked like a ghost without making a sound, his feet did not touch the ground, and he floated towards this side, exuding a terrifying dull and dead air.

A group of mortals were terrified, almost unconscious, there was a gust of wind in the blue sky and day, and the bold young man couldn't help but be hairy, feeling that his scalp exploded, eerie and terrifying, exactly the same as the ghost who caught the child in folklore, but in fact he was much more terrifying than the wandering spirit, and he definitely lived an unimaginable number of years.

Xi Yu secretly thought, it turns out that there is such an evil old monster in this monk, treacherous, it is difficult to say that it is an immortal, but more like a ghost king who returns to the yang.

"Woo!"

The snot baby has been staring curiously at the four-legged snake with several heads since it appeared, its eyes were motionless, and the three-headed dragon suddenly stood up, which made him startled, and at this moment he saw this scary old ghost floating down from above, first stunned, and then crooked, and immediately cried.

Xiaowa's cry was particularly loud in the quiet village, so that the group of monks looked over, Xi Yu suddenly panicked, and hurriedly squatted down to comfort the snot baby next to him, trying to coax him.

"Snot baby, crying nose is not manly. ”

But to no avail, the crying snot baby didn't pay attention to the little brother who lived next door, and his father squeezed over from the crowd, sweating profusely, and quickly covered the snot baby's mouth. Looking up, I saw the old ghost's green and faint eyes looking over, as if smiling, grinning and revealing a mouthful of snow-white sharp teeth, his face immediately turned pale, without blood, and whispered, "It's too long, it's too long!" The little rabbit cub knows that he is in trouble all day long, and he wishes your father would die early, right?", hugged the snot baby, and retreated to the back of the crowd in fear.

"Okay, it's inconvenient for me to disturb the people. This old brother, you still tell us honestly in the depths of this mountain, which one buried the king?" the blue-shirted young man's uncle spoke up again, sighed lightly, and turned his head to the old man and said.

"Leave Wangdui to lock the mad demon, once released, the whole world will probably be subverted, you are playing with fire and self-immolation!" Lao Zhang shook his head, remembering the precepts of his ancestors very clearly.

"After thousands of years, the ban has not been loosened, otherwise there would be no vision, even if we don't ask this question today, a hundred years later it will not be willing to be lonely, it will break out of the ground by itself, this is the will of God. "Some people try to understand the reason, and they also have respect for the mountain clan who protect the tomb of the king.

"This is a great good, I can wait to see if the demons have not been eliminated, if there are still stubborn remains, it is better to strengthen the seal, and secondly, to welcome the birth of holy relics, they have been silent for too long. The blue-shirted young man's teacher persuaded.

"Hmph, why are you talking so much to this stubborn old guy, in vain, their entire village lives are in our hands, and you dare to do it?" Behind the gloomy old man, a young monk who looked to be in his twenties spoke up, his face was gloomy, his eyelids were blue, and he said coldly, the threat was self-evident.

"Thousands of years have passed, and even the human kings who are close to the immortals have passed away, are all demons immortal and immortal, even if there are thousands, the suppression has already been reduced to scorched ashes in the hot prison!"

The young monk stared at Lao Zhangtou with cold eyes, thinking that he was sensational, that he was trying to pretend to be confused to the end, and that such a cheap bone could not be said to use some means and suffer some flesh and skin before he was willing to tell the truth.

Xi Yu saw that the domineering young monk didn't take his group of country people in his eyes at all, and dozens of lives seemed to be nothing in his mouth, and he couldn't help but feel a vicious anger, but he didn't have a reckless impulse to attack at this juncture.

"Poof. ”

But it was for the white-eyed young monk to see the sharp eyes, suddenly felt disgusted, and threw out a ring-shaped magic weapon with a palm flipped, which suddenly turned into a dignified black light and shot out, passing around the back of Xi Yu's head and neck, blowing hair and breaking hair, Xi Yu suddenly felt that his body was cold, but he couldn't move at all, and fell into a great panic, seeing that his head was about to be cut off. In the moment of life and death, a soft force suddenly flew diagonally out of thin air, and it was invisibly dissolved.

The young monk withdrew his magic weapon and retreated behind the old ghost, his expression was flat, as if he was not the one who had moved the murderous intent before, and when he looked at Xi Yu, the corners of his mouth sneered with disdain.

"Don't make a killing, after all, they are after leaving the king's meritorious department, and they are kind to the entire human race. "Some people spoke up, but they couldn't look past it, thinking that the young monk was too angry and hurt the peace of heaven.

"My brother is so taboo, is there really a demon who has survived the calamity?" The master also wondered, it was he who rescued Xi Yu, and he frowned at this time, shocked beyond measure, it is hard to imagine how terrible the great demon with a thousand years of life is, I am afraid that only the king of people can subdue it.

Lao Zhang looked at the deep mountains, sighed faintly, and said: "I have been old and poor for many years, and I have anger there." ”

The monks did not understand what it meant, and thought that it was just a slang phrase in the mountains, which was intended to warn them not to enter the mountain, and they did not care.

Lao Zhangtou couldn't resist them, and looked at Xi Yu, who was almost on the ground but was still distracted, some of them were by no means good at stubble, and they were afraid that they would not give up if they couldn't see Wangdui, so they had to promise to show them the way.

The young monks also selected a few elderly people from the village to take care of each other, thinking that they might know, so as not to cheat after the old man entered the mountain, and the old man Xi was also among them.

All the monks used their own means, drove the rainbow, carried a few old people, rolled up the wind and smoke, and disappeared, just like when they came, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

The entrance of the village gathered people, looked up at the huge black shadow that covered the sky and the sun, and then withdrew their sour eyes, did not say hello, and dispersed home.

Only the few families who were taken away from the old people were still crying, a handful of snot and a handful of tears, and some villagers saw Xi Yu who was still in a daze and standing still before leaving, and some sympathy, almost took off his head by the immortals, and his grandfather was also taken captive, which was a cruel blow to this naughty teenager.

Xi Yu retracted his gaze in a daze, rubbed his tired neck, rubbed it, his hair was still standing, he smiled bitterly, did he almost end up in a different place?

The fear that enveloped the whole body was extremely real, and he couldn't move, and now his body was still afraid, and it was difficult to calm down in his heart, and the little young man who picked medicine was confused in his heart, could it be said that the monk could do whatever he wanted, and regarded human life as a mustard, and what was the difference between it and the devil.