Chapter 256 Diagram Reproduction...... In the darkness, the figure came to the armadillo, looked at it a few times, and then turned and walked like a passage on one side.

The passage led down, and many caves began to appear on the walls of the caves on both sides, but all of them were blocked by Dao charms and prohibitions.

Walking all the way, the evil beasts imprisoned on both sides and some murderers with unknown surnames crashed into the door one after another, screaming loudly and miserably.

The figure didn't linger too long, and went down the passage, until the road turned straight again, and came to a cell doorway.

I saw that the cell was extremely quiet compared to the wails of the beasts and the screams of the beasts. Among them was a figure, white-haired and black-robed, standing there silently motionless.

The man came to the door of the cell and said softly, "Big pervert?" The person in the prison was Lin Zhongyu.

Lin Zhongyu turned around, only to see that the veil in front of him only revealed two crystal eyes.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember it.

Lin Zhongyu said in a low voice: "Who are you?" At this moment, I saw the man take off his veil.

Lin Zhongyu was stunned for a while, his face was delicate and beautiful, and there was a trace of heroism between his eyebrows. I never thought that this person would be Xiao Ye'er of the Electric Clan.

The title of this big pervert has only been said by Xiao Ye'er.

Lin Zhongyu's encounter in the Holy Spirit Illusion was rarely mentioned to others, and it was a completely independent world. Lin Zhongyu didn't want anyone with other intentions to disturb those people.

Who knew that this Xiao Ye'er in front of him actually appeared here. It really didn't make him think about it.

"Surprised?" Xiao Ye'er looked at Lin Zhongyu's expression. There was a cold snort in her heart, although she was a little worried that Lin Zhongyu was inside, but the anger in her heart still did not disappear.

Lin Zhongyu nodded and said, "How did you get here?"

"Why can't I come? It's not your house?" Xiao Ye'er glanced at Lin Zhongyu.

Lin Zhongyu was blocked by her words, and she didn't know how to continue. Then he said: "It's dangerous here, don't trespass." While no one finds out. You'd better go. Lin Zhongyu kindly persuaded him.

When Xiao Ye'er heard this, she said inexplicably a little sweetly in her heart, but her mouth was still upturned: "I want you to take care of it!"

Lin Zhongyu was touched again, and simply stopped talking.

Xiao Ye'er stood there and looked at Lin Zhongyu without saying a word, but he raised his hand and was about to slap the charm on the door.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Zhongyu hurriedly stopped her.

"Save you!" Xiao Ye'er replied bluntly.

Lin Zhongyu turned sideways. Said: "This Xuanlei Island is full of dangers. That Xuanzun is even more of a top character, and you trigger the ban. It's nothing more than asking for self-inflicted suffering. I'm not related to you, so how can you save me? ”

Xiao Ye'er saw that Lin Zhongyu didn't let herself be saved, and even heard him say that he was not related to him. I don't know why I feel uncomfortable for a while. But he still said coquettishly: "If you don't let Miss Ben save it, I want to save it!"

As she spoke, she saw a bolt of lightning shoot from her palm, shooting towards the charm at the door of the cell.

The strange thing is that the charm actually flew up so lightly. Then it fell into the hands of Xiao Ye'er.

If others might not know the power of that spell, Lin Zhongyu had tried it thousands of times, and that spell couldn't shake it even a little bit after using all the tricks he had.

But Xiao Ye'er regarded it as nothing, and took it off lightly.

I only heard a chaotic noise. The bars of black iron that had been sealed in the doorway also fell to the ground.

Lin Zhongyu stood in place, surprised.

Xiao Ye'er looked at Lin Zhongyu and looked at her expression like a ghost. couldn't help but chuckle and said, "What do you see, haven't you seen a beautiful woman? Let's go!" said Lin Zhongyu with a slender hand. Fly out.

When Xiao Ye'er came, he had already made the entire dungeon, whether it was a beast or a human, scream, and this time he flew out with Lin Zhongyu.

When he landed, the entire underground palace, countless fierce beasts and murderers were like chicken blood. The humans held the cell door in their hands and shouted, "Fairy, save me." ”

Those wild beasts are "angang" and "roar" screaming, which is also a cry for help.

Where did Xiao Ye'er get so much kindness. However, the flight did not go far.

Lin Zhongyu suddenly stopped and got rid of Xiao Ye'er's little hand.

Xiao Ye'er also realized that something was wrong, her face flushed, and she said, "What's the matter, don't you want to leave, do you want to stay here?"

"No, you see that there is so much movement around us, I'm afraid that even if we get out of here, we will encounter the master of Xuanlei Island. It's hard to escape. The exercises of this Xuanlei Island are very strange. Lin Zhongyu said that he looked at Xiao Ye'er here, and suddenly found that the electric clan exercises used by Xiao Ye'er were similar to the Xuanlei Jin of Xuanlei Island.

Xiao Ye'er saw Lin Zhongyu's gaze, she was also a little surprised in her heart, and observed during the day, this Xuanlei Island was really similar to the exercises of the Electric Clan.

Even she thought it was strange. You must know that the power of thunder and lightning, not everyone can cultivate, in the Moon Desolation Continent, according to legend, there is a human being who was born specifically for the thunder and lightning in the world.

Their bodies are naturally determined to be able to cultivate the power of thunder and lightning, and other idlers can't compare with them at all. This group of people is the Electric Clan.

And these people on Xuanlei Island are not from the Electric Clan at first glance.

However, it has the ability to manipulate thunder and lightning.

"Then what do you mean?" Xiao Ye'er looked at Lin Zhongyu with some inquiry...... On a moonlit night, under an old tree. An old man with white hair sat on a rock, surrounded by a circle of children. The old man was spatting and telling a story, and the children below could hear it, and his eyes were shining.

Suddenly, the story came to an abrupt end, and the old man came to an abrupt end. I saw him in a group of expectant, sad and angry eyes, stretched out his dry and muddy fingers, and hooked the children sitting around.

I saw many children around him, rolled their eyes, and reluctantly pinched them in their hands, and the pears and apples, which were still a little hot, were stuffed into the old man's hands one by one.

Suddenly, the old man felt a sinking in his hand, and saw a little boy, about seven or eight years old, and what he put in the old man's hand was a string of money. There are more than a dozen texts.

The old man opened his cloudy old eyes and looked at the little baby carefully. But the little boy before meeting him, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, looked a little cute. But he doesn't look like a generous child.

Seeing the old man looking at him with a puzzled face, the little boy scratched the back of his head, his fair cheeks flushed slightly, and said quietly: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I forgot to bring fruit today......"

Speaking of this, the little boy suddenly remembered something, and asked crisply: "What happened later, what happened later?"

"yes?" he asked. The other children also quarreled.

The old man pinched the money in his hand and put it in his sleeve. Fu stretched out his withered fingers again, and picked up a pear among the many melons and fruits. A few rubs on the sludge-covered body.

Then he opened his big mouth and bit off half of the pear with a click, and then he was satisfied, smiling, and even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. It was as if I was happily warped by the sweet pears in my mouth.

The eyes of a group of children were fixed on his mouth, and some even swallowed their saliva. But from their expectant eyes, it seemed that the story and the fruit deal were worth it.

I only heard the old man's strange scream:

Ho, it's too late, that's fast. I saw only a fairy...... , the Golden Armor Godman...... Fly high...... Unfold the neon dress... Excalibur ...... The moon rings are getting higher. The evening breeze is light.

The tall trees next to the ancient temple rustled, and the old man sat on a high stone. Saliva splashed, and the green tendons on the dark forehead bulged slightly. The ground is already a piece of fruit core, a bit of a mess. Many children can't stay up and go home.

When almost all the children are gone, there is still a small audience below. It was the little boy who gave the old man more than a dozen cents at once. He still sat upright on the ground, as if he was listening intently to the Master's lecture. He held his head slightly high, and his crystal eyes were as clear as water, like bright stars in the cool night.

The story was finished, and the old man patted his somewhat numb legs and got down from the high stone.

The night was deep, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

He was going back to the temple and get some sleep. Today's story is really tiring.

But suddenly he found that there was a child sitting on the ground.

The child still sat there with his head held high, staring at the night sky with his eyes wide open, stunned.

The old man couldn't help but smile slightly, and said, "Child, the story is over!"

"Uh, it's over?

The little boy was still unsatisfied, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

Looking at the child's innocent face and clear eyes, the old man didn't have a reason to move in his heart. However, he shook his head again, and said, "Come back tomorrow! The old man is going to sleep!" The old man let out a long yawn, and seemed to be really tired.

Hearing the old man's words, Fu saw the old man's tired appearance again, the little boy's eyes darkened, and he let out a soft "oh". Then he turned and departed.

The old man turned around and looked up to see the shadow of the mountain in the distance tall and majestic, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkled on the ridge, slightly hideous in the night. With a long sigh of relief, the old man walked away.

Suddenly, all I heard was the sound of footsteps.

The white-haired old man turned around and saw that it was the child who had just left.

"Why are you back again?"

The little boy was panting, his small chest was slightly undulating, and his round little face was swollen red by the unstable breath. But I heard him ask in a shrieked voice: "Grandpa, I, I want to ask, you, do you say that there are really immortals in this world?"

The old man was unconscious when he heard this, and raised his head to look at the sky.

Silent!

The little boy grabbed his sleeves with his small hands, staring at the old man with big eyes, and he didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

After a while, I only heard the old man say leisurely: "Well, maybe there is! But, grandpa, I haven't seen it yet!"

"Oh!"

I was a little disappointed to get this plausible answer. The boy replied softly, bowed his head, and walked towards the village. The night deepened, and the figure of the little boy slowly disappeared into the distance.

The white-haired old man stood there, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he finally turned around and walked towards the ruined temple.

The moon ring is lonely and high, cold as yesterday.

A white cloud, hanging leisurely in the sky, a little desolate, a little lonely.

The decaying and ruined temple in the dark night seems to be more like a tomb, silent.

A cold wind blew from afar, making people's hairs stand on end. fluttering, a few night birds on the branches, as if they had encountered something, screamed and flew into the distance.

"What a poignant and mournful story, how melodious and beautiful!" The cold and low voice faintly came from the broken temple, and in this lonely mountain, it looked particularly gloomy!

The old man's thin face. It's full of wrinkles, but it's as if you haven't heard anything, and you walk forward step by step!

one-step

Two-step,

......

I only heard the crackling, a crackling sound like a bamboo popping bean.

On the cold ground, the old man's oblique and distorted shadow didn't know why. It is slowly getting bigger, and in an instant, it is like a small mountain, extending to the broken temple gate not far away.

Squeak!

Squeak!

The old ruined temple doors and windows, moaning hoarsely in the breeze.

This piece of world. So quiet.

Near the top of a tall tree on the left, a dead leaf falls with the wind. The flying and wanton leaf body, tumbling like a wheel, can't help but make everyone intoxicated.

Suddenly. As the leaves flipped over, they silently shattered into powder, and finally became smaller and smaller, and disappeared before they hit the ground.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" burst out of ghostly laughter. Break the silence of the night.

The voice was as sharp as a knife, like a ghost crying wolf. Then a white light rushed out from the roof of the ruined temple.

The huge figure in front of the temple. Moving slightly, as if disapproving, the thick and incoherent giant palm raised a yellow light like a mountain, and it was illusionized as a huge wall of light in front of him.

Rumble!

The yellow light and white mangs were in one place, and the huge figure in front of the temple couldn't help showing a trace of disdain, and said: "The pearl of rice grains also dares to shine!" However, at this moment, only a soft sound was heard, and there was a crack in the thick and incomparable wall of light in front of him.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and a cold shout came from behind the white mangs that penetrated the yellow wall of light: "Poisonous dragon turn!"

In an instant, the white light skyrocketed, breaking through the wall of light, and with a bang, it slapped on the huge figure in front of him.

The huge figure flew upside down for several feet, and when the pile was not stable, I felt a sweetness in my throat, and a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out.

There was another slight bone movement, and the huge figure in front of him turned back to its original appearance of a thin old man. At this moment, the old man's face was pale, and his body trembled slightly.

I saw that he put his hands on his chest, and his eyes were wide open, full of surprise.

"Ahem, ahem, you, you ?......" The old man felt that his limbs were sore, and his whole body was weak. Especially in the chest, there are thousands of ant insect bites. Even the neck is sore and numb.

At this time, he only felt a chill in his sleeve, a string of copper coins rattled, fell to the ground, and the thin hemp rope in the middle of the coins turned into green smoke and rose up.

"Lei Gonggou!"

According to the medicine king Baicaozai: Lei Gonggou is also known as Cao Human, colorless and tasteless, shaped like hemp, sweet and sweet, highly toxic and incomprehensible, and will die if touched. The medicinal properties are slow, and the pillar incense is obvious.

When the old man thought of this, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart: "You have good intentions, and you don't even let go of ignorant children!

"When death is imminent, pretend to be merciful!" A slender figure finally came out of the darkness, covered with a black scarf, revealing only the eyes of a dove, full of evil energy. I saw him with one palm on his chest, chanting words in his mouth, and with a hula behind his back, a blood-colored scroll flew out.

The scroll was long in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, there was a zhang Xu Fangyuan. There are countless strange characters painted on it, blue light flashing, red light jumping. Suddenly, a bright blue light emitted and covered the old man.

The blue light shone on his body, and the old man only felt as if he was burned by fire, and as if he was pressed on top of his head by a thousand catties of boulders, and he couldn't move. The most terrifying thing is that on the red scroll, there is an unparalleled power of sucking, at this moment the blood in his body is tumbling, and the essence is rushing, as if the essence blood of the whole body and the three souls and six spirits will break out at any time, and he will rush to the upper scroll.

The next moment, the old man was like a puppet, and his body slowly rose!

When I looked up and saw the scroll, it was above my head, getting closer and closer, and there was a big black mouth full of blood in the middle of the scroll, and when it was bloody, I was shocked, and shouted in a deep voice: "What a bad obstacle!" The old man raised his left palm, slammed it into his chest, and then opened his mouth angrily and spewed out a mouthful of blood arrows, spraying onto the red scroll.

The red light on the scroll dimmed, tumbling and flying upside down, and the man in black pinched the magic trick with his hand, and took a few steps back. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. His hands were cross-printed, and he said something in his mouth, and then he opened his mouth and spit out a small white bead. The bead shone brightly, flew up to the red scroll, and spun around a few times. Flew back into the mouth of the black. But I don't know when there was a red skull in his palms, and he was laughing sharply,

"Hey!" I saw him, the blood-colored scroll hula, turning into a red light and flying eastward. The strange thing is that the farther the scroll goes, but it gets bigger and bigger.

In an instant, the huge scroll, as big as a mile, was firmly shrouded in the distant sky, above the distant village.

In the woods in the distance, the old man slowly appeared, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned against a boulder, and peeked in.

I saw that the huge scroll was slowly rotating in the distance, a blue light, huge and incomparable, silently swept downward, only to see a figure, sucked by the blue light and struggled to fly into the air, and disappeared into the scroll in a blink of an eye. Immediately after the second and third paths, countless figures screamed and cried loudly, like ghosts crying wolf, and were constantly sucked into the huge blood-colored scrolls as sky-like.

The red of the scroll became heavier and heavier, and then it turned white, purple, and even black.

When the old man saw this, his beard trembled, his teeth gritted, and he roared wildly: "Evil and evil obstacles!!!Lose your conscience!!" After speaking, I saw him shake his body, turn into a white light, and shoot in the field.

Bang bang, the old man slapped his body nine times in a row. The lunge of the left horse forward was in the shape of a Sichuan character and leaned forward slightly, and the two palms rose with a cool blue fire, and the flames were burning endlessly. I saw a huge blue circle of light drawn in the void of his palms, his eyes glaring ahead, and shouting: "Death !! the evil barrier"

The black-clothed man's heart was dark, and with a trick in his hand, the huge scroll in the distance trembled slightly, but it was still suspended in the distance, greedily devouring countless creatures below.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, a round of blue light, covering the sky and the earth, and the sound of brushing tightly wrapped his figure. I saw the old man in front of him, suddenly divided into two, two into four, and four into eight.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Eight figures, according to the direction of the gossip, surrounded the man in black like electricity. Only listened to the eight figures, speaking in unison, and shouted in a low voice like a god and Buddha: "Trapped Dragon Binding Technique, sixty-four palms!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw eight figures, stepping on the innate gossip direction, spinning and flying like a wheel, sixteen pairs of palm shadows flipped angrily, and a blue light shot out, and the blue light turned into dragons one after another, roaring and rushing towards the people in the field.

The black-clothed man was in a hurry, biting the tip of his tongue, and a red light shot out from the center of his eyebrows. The red light came, and the blue light shook.

However.

Boom boom!

Eight phantoms in the field, wandering like the wind, and the blue light of the road like a sword like a sword, struck in one place. And the black figure was still struggling violently in the field at this moment.

The old man who performed the supreme secret technique couldn't help but be horrified, and immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Trapped Dragon Binding Technique! Return to the sky!" As he spoke, the old man's eight figures suddenly accelerated, and he couldn't even tell which one was a human figure, only to hear a roar, and the sound was like thunder!

Less.

Finally, the eight figures returned to the scene, slowly filling the speed. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The eight figures are one, and the blue light disappears.

The old man steadied himself, his chest rising and falling. But at this moment, a red shadow fell from the sky, but it was the blood-colored scroll.

Like a spiritual snake, the old man was wrapped in it. With only his head exposed, the old man's face was rapidly shriveled down.

I saw him staring at his eyes, looking at him in disbelief and saying, "Blood River Map!"

A figure flew up silently in the pit. (To be continued......) X