Call!

His body flashed, avoiding the strong wind, and a palm slammed into the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

Picking up the other party's body, Zhang Yuan was secretly speechless.

What has been going on these days?

The shawl was scattered, unkempt, and the whole person lost weight directly.

Moreover, he actually attacked himself just now?

Did he not recognize himself, or was he deluded?

Zhang Yuan thought about it, put his strong body and Zhang Xueshan together, and then remembered Cihang's eyes.

In the blurred black and white world, the green air lingers and is extremely rich.

He slowly watched in the direction of the green gas.

Eventually, it was discovered that all of this green gas was emanating from a table in the middle of the room.

Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed and he walked to the altar.

On the altar is a portrait.

The world in the portrait is that of the bridegroom.

The high friends are full, the winning friends are like clouds, each smiling one by one, there are blowing suona, firecrackers, and lighting braziers on both sides, with vivid and vivid expressions.

In the center of the room, two old men, one on the left and one on the right, sat on the main seat, their smiling mouths cracked, watching the newcomer kneel.

The man was dressed in a red robe, full of spirit and high spirits.

The woman wore a red hijab and a gold-trimmed wedding dress, and her face could not be seen clearly.

Zhang Yuan took a few deep looks at her, thoughtfully, and turned to leave.

The big red hijab moved slightly, and then two weird eyes appeared, looked at Zhang Yuan's back, blinked slightly, and suddenly disappeared again.

Zhang Yuan carried the windy body on his shoulders, and with one hand in one hand, he picked up Zhang Xueshan and Tang Xiaoyuan's bodies and walked towards the courtyard gate.

found a sunny place and gently lowered the bodies of the three of them.

He pulled out the long knife behind his back, took off the heavily wrapped clothes, and gently untied the fur on it, and placed it seriously beside the three of them.

Then he took the long knife and strode towards Yizhuang.

After a while, it reappeared in front of the scroll.

In the picture, it is vivid and vivid.

All of them were like they were alive.

Even, when he watched it again, Zhang Yuan heard bursts of firecrackers and shouts in his ears, and his eyes were foggy, as if he had appeared in the marriage scene.

His eyes narrowed, and he slashed down.

The bright white light, dazzling and dazzling, accompanied by the sky-high cold air, a knife more than thirty meters long instantly pressed down.

Bang!

The sound of firecrackers, suona, and shouts all disappeared.

All the figures in front of me, all the confusion were shattered.

The picture was strangely shattered, and a huge knife slashed towards the portrait in front of him.

The people in the portrait are all frightened, in chaos, and running frantically.

But no matter how they escaped, they could not do without the picture scroll.

Boom!

The whole room was shaking, invisible fluctuations spread out, and the room exploded in an instant, countless broken wooden planks and stones flew towards the sky, and the stones pierced through the air.

The altar in front of him was miserable and directly torn apart.

The portrait above is even more vulnerable under the edge of the snow drink.

Burst!

The portrait shattered, and screams were heard.

The room collapsed, and wooden planks fell from the sky and smashed towards Zhang Yuan, but they were all shocked by the protective true qi on Zhang Yuan's body and flew out.

In front of him, a huge ravine appeared, spreading more than thirty meters long.

There is no trace of the portrait anymore.

Zhang Yuan fell into thought and waited quietly.

"No merit?"

He suddenly swung the snow drink again, slashing wildly in all directions, and terrifying knives continued to emerge, rumbling and deafening, slashing the entire courtyard and the entire ground into pieces.

All the coffins exploded.

He is like a god of destruction wreaking havoc here.

On the ground, pieces of rubble kept flying high into the air.

It took a long time before Zhang Yuan stopped.

There is still no merit value.

His brow furrowed.

"Sure enough, you can't kill it. ”

He Jiu didn't lie to him, an evil god was indeed formed here.

Now it's a problem.

It means that from now on, this place will become a forbidden land.

He thought about it, but he was still unwilling, waved the snow drink, and continued to slash around.

Although it can't kill the evil god, it's still okay to be disgusting and disgusting, and under the edge of the holy weapon, the other party must be extremely uncomfortable.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He seemed to be going crazy, slashing indiscriminately, without the slightest purpose.

The entire Yizhuang was soon completely pushed to the ground by him.

Feeling uneasy, he piled up a large number of fallen leaves, took out the flint, and began to set fires.

After a while, the fire began to burn, and the smoke billowed towards the sky.

Zhang Yuan stood on the side of the road, staring closely at the burning ruins.

A fire burned for two hours.

Soon after, the charcoal and gravel that had been burned suddenly rushed up and began to converge towards the middle, and soon regrouped again, and another Yizhuang appeared in front of him.

Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed, he thought for a moment, kicked open the door, and walked over again.

This time, though, he didn't do it again.

Instead, he came to the altar and wanted to take the painting with him.

That painting looked weird, and he wanted to give it to Ren Xingyun, who should have a way to kill it.

However, what made Zhang Yuan's face stunned was that when he walked to the altar again, the painting had long since disappeared.

"Gone?"

Zhang Yuan's brows furrowed.

He visualized Cihang's discerning eye and observed it in the room.

The thick green gas still lingered, but this time, it emanated from a coffin.

Zhang Yuan pushed open the lid of the coffin and looked inside.

An empty piece, nothing.

He fell into thought, suddenly picked up the coffin, and strode out of the courtyard gate.

After leaving the courtyard, he looked back at Yizhuang again, and remembered Cihang's insight.

In the sky above Yizhuang, a trace of green gas appeared again, which was strange and unpredictable.

His face was astonished.

He put down the coffin in his hand and looked at the coffin.

Sure enough, the green gas in the coffin disappeared.

"It can be transferred. ”

His eyes flashed.

This way of being is so weird that it is not limited to one thing, but can change back and forth on other things.

"No, this mass grave should be its habitat, and anything in the mass grave should only be considered a part of it. ”

Zhang Yuan muttered to himself and smashed the coffin in his hand casually.

This mass grave occupies a vast area, there is enough valley, and it is almost impossible to destroy it all with his strength.

He took the Snow Drink Knife, wrapped it heavily, and then grabbed Feng Li and poured Jiuyang True Qi into Feng Li's body.

Secretly relieved, Feng Li was not possessed or anything.

After a while, Feng Li was awakened by him, his eyes were confused, and he suddenly woke up, and he was about to jump up in a hurry.

"Brother Feng!"

Zhang Yuan grabbed him and hurriedly spoke.

Feng Li reacted instantly, looked around, looked at Zhang Yuan again, and said in a lost voice: "Zhang Yuan?"

"Are you alright?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

Feng Li's face changed, a lot of information appeared in his mind, and he fell into memories.

Zhang Yuan saw that his face was wrong, and said, "Go back and say." “

"Good!"

Feng Li nodded.

Zhang Yuan then woke up Zhang Xueshan and Tang Xiaoyuan.

The two of them woke up slowly, their eyes palpitating.

"What's wrong with us? Like we've been swept away by a wedding dress?"

"Zhang Shaoxia is you!"

The two looked at Zhang Yuan and exclaimed.

"Brother Zhang, we meet again. ”

Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

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