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Qin Yue picked up the broken arm, and saw that the five fingers were bruised, and the muscles and veins were especially visible, with a disgusting heaviness. When it tentacles, a familiar and unfamiliar feeling hurts the heart.

Thinking that he had become a waste person since then, he couldn't help but sneer and said, "I ended up like this, ridiculous, ridiculous!

The ghost face is like the moon falling on the cold river, a slaughter, Taiyin chin, "Xiaodao never breaks his word, you take the broken arm, so you can do it yourself." ”

Qin Yue staggered out of the ancestral hall, his whole body was not finished, his back looked very sad and lonely, and he gradually integrated into the vast realm.

Lian'er knew that she had no support, so she was so afraid that she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled and swayed, and her tears were dry.

Taiyin made a handprint, the underworld line was tucked in his sleeve, and he smiled with a smile: "Girl, you are obedient, and the trail will never hurt your life." You come with me and go to a place of leisure. ”

"If you kill me, I won't go with you. Lian'er's crispy face burst into tears.

Taiyin walked up to Lian'er, and the shadow behind the firelight covered Lian'er, and the fear instantly froze. He slowly stretched out his cold hand, lifted Lian'er's chin, and saw that she was thinly powdered and dressed luxuriously, and said: "To go or not, it is up to you, the people who want the four gods are all there." ”

Suddenly, the sound of breaking the sky sounded, and the wooden-handled divine knife pierced through the paper window and stabbed straight at Taiyin.

The ghost was shocked, his robe swayed slightly, and he had jumped back a few feet, only to see a dark purple shadow in the room out of thin air, and raised his hand to catch the divine knife.

I saw that it was covered with bones and feathers, its head covered with armor, and the green silk hung down to its waist. The pupils of the endless emptiness can't hide the deep violence, and the occasional flash of scarlet contains murderous intent. The four fangs on the mask, which are extremely exaggerated, are shocking and make those who see them shudder.

Taiyin narrowed his eyes and said, "The predecessor is a shaman, such a skill, but the Khitan national teacher, why meddle in my Yin Yang Liao's grievances?"

The person who came was Batu Mozhigen, who had followed all the way since the Battle of Wushan, and saw the ghost way to drive the corpse here, knowing that it must have been premeditated. Although I don't know what the purpose is, but with Lian'er in hand, I am not afraid that Luoxiazhuang will not hand over the map picture book, so I can explain to Yelu Deguang.

He picked up the snakehead scepter and said slowly: "The old man didn't want to get involved in the grievances of the Central Plains, but this woman is related to the fortunes of the Khitan country, and the matter is very high. ”

Taiyin Ghost was distracted, and there was a lot of fear in his heart, and said: "Xiaodao knows that he is not the opponent of his predecessors, if the predecessors insist on being aggressive, Xiaodao has to do his best, and when the fish dies and the net is broken, the ending is worrying." Why don't we each take a step back?"

Batu Mozhigen said: "The old man is not here to negotiate, but to take people, and there is no room for negotiation. ”

Lian'er stretched out her frowns, her bright eyes were like spring water, and she was clear and obedient, and said: "Be careful, senior, this ghost Taoist can manipulate the dead, it's terrifying." ”

Batu Mozhigen looked back at Lian'er, his mask gleaming in the firelight. Lian'er's body was stunned, the pear vortex seemed to be filled with fear, and she couldn't tell friend from foe, and a string of crisp hemp rushed from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

Taiyin did not move, as if he was shocked by Batu Mozhigen's obscenity, and his face was frightened.

Outside the ancestral hall, the wind was still raging, and the floating sand grains slapped on the window paper, making a rusty, rustling sound. Inside the window, the bonfire was still jumping like that, and from time to time a string of red fireworks exploded, and then a wisp of black smoke snaked up.

The temperature in the ancestral hall rose sharply, as if the flames were burning in the center of the eyebrows, and in an instant, a string of streamers leaked. A flame fell from the roof, and the shed was torn apart and dusty was flying.

The thatch on the eaves began to burn, and sporadic flames slowly dripped down, like a heavenly river bursting, splashing blue stars.

There was a loud bang, the beam pillar smashed on her side, and Lian'er exclaimed, but when she saw that the fire was raging, there was a person as tall as she was, and there seemed to be a figure floating in the fire.

The bone feather was ignited by the spark, and Batu Mozhigen swung his scepter, and the wind crushed the fire in the bud.

A palm suddenly stretched out from the fire ball and struck directly at Batu Mozhigen.

With his hands in the air, Batu Mozhigen only felt that his palms were like ten thousand insects devouring each other, reaching straight to his bones, and he let out a loud shout, shaking the fire out of the air.

The flames turned from red to pale blue, and gradually turned into a human form. I saw a graceful girl, the same age as Taiyin, dressed in colorful clothes, red, blue, yellow, white, and black.

She has narrow sleeves and a pleated skirt that is flattering and elegant. The bottom of the skirt is short to the knee, inlaid with embroidered lace, and tied with a batik waist, adding a little delicate silver ornaments as a lining, the cloud bun is held high at the top, pinned silver hairpins, silver combs, and the screwed hat is towering and gorgeous, and the silver light is glazed.

This person is the Nine Great Styles of Yin and Yang Liao, and the Golden Crow is too common. Taichang originally meant the essence of the sun, which is the three-legged golden crow, and the art of controlling fire.

Taiyin Chengzhu was in his chest, and said with a smile: "Since the golden crow is here, with the strength of the two of us, I must be able to compete with the sacrifice, and it is not known who killed the deer today." "The laughter was like the clash of gold and iron, and it was extremely harsh.

Batu Mozhigen said contemptuously: "You two are together, and the old man is not a problem." ”

Taichang's pair of beautiful eyes were flattering, and he couldn't help but say, the Red Flame Divine Palm shot out again, and a fire snake galloped through like a shower of rain and wind.

The Taiyin ape's arm stretched out, the underworld line hung down, and the corpses on the ground roared and jumped up, as if they had been waiting for a long time, rubbing their fists, like a hungry tiger pounced.

The red lines on Batu Mozhigen's mask were like blood, and he resolutely stood within the flames, the powerful air flow around him, and the fire was split in two, and he collected the heat wave in his palm and sent it out to the yin place.

The fire snake counterattacked, and the dark silk instantly ignited a dark blue flame, quickly spreading to both sides. Taiyin was in a hurry to stop it, and the corpse seemed to have been stripped of the shell of the soul, falling heavily and not resurrected.

Tai Changmei's eyes widened angrily, and she shouted, and the fire in her whole body exploded, as if she wanted to burn down the ancestral hall, illuminating every corner, and it was completely visible.

Batu Mozhigen transformed into multiple shadows, and the bone feathers fanned, like the wings of a shadow, attacking Taichang from all directions.

Too often, the flames are shot in all directions, and the bones and feathers are burned to ashes before they reach the periphery of the body.

The scepter on the top of his head slammed down, and it was in the middle of the Taichang Baihui acupoint.

The embers of the Quartet clone did not disperse, the shrunken cap suddenly shook open, the silver ornament was split into four, and the green silk was churning and fluttering.

Blood spurted out of Taichang's mouth, and Xiang Jiaoyu's tender face was full of horror. Taiyin held on to Taichang, and he didn't expect that Batu Mozhigen would subdue the two of them one after another within one move.

Taiyin kowtowed and said: "The priest has a miraculous skill, let the two of me leave today, and when I meet my predecessors again in the future, I will never dare to make a time, and say goodbye!"

Under the mask with red lines on a black background, a pair of red eyes were full of empty color, and Batu Mozhigen slowly walked towards Lian'er, his breath coming out from behind the mask, which was extremely dull.

Lian'er retreated again and again, but she had already retreated to the edge of the incense case, and lifted it in her chest in one breath, so depressed that she almost fainted.