My eyelids are getting heavier and my sleepiness is getting stronger and stronger. I feel so comfortable that I just want to close my eyes and fall asleep, and I will never wake up again...
Cheng Zongyang bit his tongue hard and was in a severe pain. The spiritual platform returned to a little clear-headedness. Then he found that the true energy in his body was swallowed by the bellyband. It was constantly losing. Cheng Zongyang grabbed the bellyband and pulled it away with force. The pain of cutting his skin was like peeling off his own skin with his own hands.
Cheng Zongyang's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and teared the red silk in just a short moment. Countless tentacles like silk stretched out from the silk surface, connecting with his flesh and blood. Every time he broke a thin thread, the severe pain made his eyes turn black.
Qin Hui shuttled through the demon umbrella that had risen thousands of times. He frightened his fingers and the skeletons under the umbrella. The golden runes between the bones were constantly splattering. Countless blue phosphorus fire and gold magic were entangled with the dead wood demon, rolling back and forth, trampling the ground into a mud pond and leaving no traces of green-faced beasts. Only the group of pythons constantly rising showed that he was still struggling. In comparison, the leopard head was the most relaxed. He swallowed the sachet in one bite before the witchcraft was used. Due to the backlash of the witch power, he fell into a deep sleep. Although he kept grinding his teeth and farting, the fart sounded louder than a firecracker, his life was worry-free.
Ximen Qing's peach blossom eyes were filled with a cold smile and said softly: The great sage of Yangjun Sect, if he doesn't move at this time, when will he wait?
Everyone was fighting for their lives, but Kuang Zhongyu kept silent strangely, which made Cheng Zongyang feel a little worried, fearing that he would encounter an unexpected situation under the endless witchcraft of the sea of black demons.
The red silk was attached to the body for only a blink of an eye, but Cheng Zongyang felt as long as a year. Every time he pulled a thin silk, it brought pain deep into the bone marrow. Suddenly, the severe pain on the body was lightened. The bloodthirsty thin silk on the red silk was pulled out from the body, curling up one by one like a leech that encountered fire.
Cheng Zongyang pulled his bellyband off his body with great force. The clothes were stained red by the oozing blood. He panted and looked back, and saw a girl standing on the side of the pavilion.
Under the cover of the demon umbrella, the four sides were like late at night. The raging demon wind entered the cold and cold. The trees and flowers and plants that were blown by it gradually withered and lost their vitality. However, the girl's fingertips flashed with a little bit of aura, like a candle swaying in the wind, emitting a warm and soft light.
Li Shishiyu's face turned pale and her delicate body trembled slightly. She was obviously full of fear, but she still mustered up the courage to stand up and face the witchcraft of the Black Demon Sea.
Under the glimmer of light on her fingertips, the witch power filled with space was purified by Cheng Zongyang, who was closest to her, was the first to be affected. The bellyband was melted on the ground. Although the color was still bright, it was gone without the bloodthirsty monster.
The soft light from the girl's fingertips spread around. The dead wood monster fighting with Jin Wushu was swept by white light. The huge body collapsed like soil, and finally returned to a piece of rotten wood. It was smashed into pieces by Jin Wushu as a heavy hammer.
Then the twisting python group retreated like a tide. The thin and soft willow branches of blood-filled beasts could not bear the weight of a beast warrior. With a tense sound, they threw the green-faced beast to the ground and got up with a ferocious look on their faces. They rushed over without caring about the wounds, and used their foreheads to knock the willow tree two pieces, trampling on it like anger.
A cold and sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Ximen Qing's eyes, and four words were slowly spit out from the tip of his tongue: Light, Ming, Guan, Hall!
The last word was spit out from his mouth, and six skulls circling in the demon umbrella were raised at the same time, and then rushed towards the pavilion with a sharp strange roar and a thick black air.
Li Shishi bit her lips, and the nervousness in her eyes showed that the Black Demon Sea was the unique skill of using poison to enter the witch. Although she had never experienced it, she had already heard that this Demon Luo was one of them.
Qin Hui also knew that Li Shishi could not resist the killing of the Black Demon Sea. He spread his arms and rolled up like a big bird, stopping all the skulls that had pounced down.
Ximen Qing shouted: Seeking death!
A fan bone flew out and was nailed to Ximen Qing's shoulder, but no drop of blood came out. Ximen Qing's face quickly turned pale, but the six skulls seemed to have a thin layer of green flesh, becoming more and more ferocious.
Qin Huizhi! As a disciple of the Black Demon Sea, you have joined forces with Guangming Temple and become enemies with my Wu Sect! You are worthy of my Black Demon Sea Demon Sea Demon Sea’s Demon Sea’s Demon Sea’s Demon Sect!
Qin Hui said in a cold voice: Did Wu Sect show any mercy to our Poison Sect that day?
OK! I will kill you first! Then capture that little bitch and become a slave prostitute!
Ximen Qing used the blood sacrifice technique, and the power of the demon umbrella increased drastically, and even Qin Hui could not shake his edge. Both sides were about to part with one touch. Qin Hui floated away like falling leaves, but the flying skulls left six and four, and the remaining two attacked the pavilion.
A clang of metal that almost made the blood freeze sounded. The dragon-slaying knife in Cheng Zongyang's hand finally came out of the sheath and the air around him instantly condensed into fine frost, and the coldness was biting, and even the bloody clothes on Cheng Zongyang's body were almost frozen on his body.
Cheng Zong raised his shoulders and raised his head slightly, stepped forward like a tiger, and then fought with tigers in all directions. The Dragon Slaying Sword slashed left and right, and the two skulls were transformed from half of their evil spirits by Qin Hui. When he encountered a magic weapon like the Dragon Slaying Sword, he was immediately smashed to pieces and shattered black air was swept by the white light from Li Shishi's fingertips, and then disappeared without a trace.
Ximen Qing's face turned pale as if transparent. He stabbed a slap in his chest with his back hand and shouted: "Come on!"
The demon umbrella gathered together in response, and countless white bones collapsed like raindrops. Before the evil spirit arrived, the entire pavilion made a creaking sound as if it was overwhelmed.
Just then, a low whistle came from a distance, and it opened!
A little white light appeared close to the light curtain outside Ximen Qing's body, and then suddenly burst out. In an instant, it seemed as if a sun was blooming in front of her eyes. The strong light shook the darkness. The light curtain around Ximen Qing's body that was already faint and traceless was also swept away. Then a meteor-like light shot straight into it, turning into a picture of the dry sun, printed on Ximen Qing's chest.
Kuang Zhongyu was silent for a long time and waited until now before taking action. As soon as he made a move, he would be like thunder using Yang Jun Sect's bright light technique to restrain the witch power filled in the space, breaking away Ximen Qing's protective light curtain, and then a Gan Yang True Art hit Ximen Qing, who was extremely weak after the Blood Sacrifice.
Ximen Qing squirted blood and his body flew backwards. He could almost see the broken bones in his sunken chest.
At the critical moment, Ximen Qing finally crushed the last jade pendant
The naked jade body in the pavilion swept up like a ghost, Xiao Ling'er's acupoints were completely untied, and she quietly raised her jade arm and slashed at Li Shishi's pink neck with a palm knife.
After all, Li Shishi is under the Guangming Temple Hall. Although she didn't hear the sound, her body immediately felt. She was using the purification technique, her palms were put together, and she barely turned to block it.
Xiao Ling'er's small jade palm phantom was handed out from under her elbow, cutting it under Li Shishi's ribs like a blade.
Li Shishiyu's face was snow-white, and she fell back without a sound, and the light of her fingertips flashed away
asshole!
Cheng Zongyang slapped and slashed with a knife
Xiao Ling'er smiled and wiped the blade with one hand, but suddenly trembled. Cheng Zongyang's knife seemed strong, but he used the Taiyi Jing's mind method. The Taiyi Jing of the Black Demon Sea was originally the most yin and soft, which complemented the natural coldness of the Dragon Slaying Sword. The little bitch suffered a big loss as soon as he made a move.
Xiao Ling'er's palm seemed to be frozen on a knife, and it was difficult to pull this little bitch for a while. Although her big breasts were born with a natural desire, Cheng Zongyang did not care about her at all, Yu Ziyuan's old hatred had not been resolved, and he added Li Shishi's new revenge. Even if he cut her into two, he would not feel any pain.
Cheng Zongyang's qi wheel in the Dantian turned rapidly, and he swung his knife to the pavilion pillar and hit Xiao Ling'er's delicate body and hit the pillar heavily. The pavilion pillar suddenly broke, and half of the pavilion fell down.
Xiao Ling'er's face showed pain, and tears suddenly burst out from Mingmèi's eyes. Although she knew that this little bitch was deliberately pretending to be pitiful, Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but feel palpitations. She also had a petite and tender body, delicate facial features, plump and towering snow breasts. At this moment, Xiao Ling'er in front of her actually looked like Xiao Zi!
Just as hesitated, Xiao Ling'er took the opportunity to escape and flew out, and her breasts fell into the lake like a yellow. The water immediately condensed into ice, gradually getting deeper and farther away. It was obvious that the girl was pushing out the chill in her body.
Cheng Zongyang did not chase after him. Xiao Ling'er was just a little fish that even Nuji in the Black Demon Sea was not considered a little fish. She had only one goal: Ximen Qing!
The battle on the other side of Xiaoyingzhou is coming to an end. Four routes who landed on the island will be good at turning the river. Both routes were wiped out. The other two routes each dropped more than half of their bodies, retreated together in a panic, guarding a pavilion and resisting stubbornly.
Compared with the death rate of more than 70% of the Fenjiang River, only three people died in battle in the direct battalion, nine people were injured, led by Yi Biao, the remaining soldiers were divided into three groups and took turns to fight, conserving their physical strength to the maximum extent, and causing continuous damage to their opponents.
You Chan escaped from death several times by a slight difference. Her long hair was scattered, her sleeve was cut by the blade, revealing a piece of snow-white arm, but miraculously not injured.
As the owner of the gambling house and the head of the gang, You Chan's vision is not bad, she doesn't understand why her opponents show mercy - especially the sharpness and ferocity they treat their companions. If half of them were used on her, she would have already shivered on the spot. Even if she died, she would not want to fall into the hands of the enemy and become a prisoner with uncertain future. But she still has a daughter, and she must go back alive.
In order to avoid accidental injury, Feng Yuan did not dare to use a super violent weapon like a grenade. He only used the Pingshan Sect's secret skills. After several consecutive failures of casting spells, Feng Dafa finally made the pavilion burn. The heroes on the water screamed and ran out, and were killed by the soldiers of the direct camp who were waiting for battle.
You Chan looked at these unbeaten opponents in despair, finally threw down her knife and whispered: I surrender
Yi Biao also breathed a sigh of relief. He never knew how to deal with women. He wanted to tell her: Stop hitting, our boss Cheng said, you can't hurt your life, but you don't know how to speak, so you can only silence your head and beat until she figured it out.
Yi Biao used a rope to symbolically tie You Chan's hands, and then with a command, the remaining soldiers quickly dispersed under the leadership of three squad leaders. While treating their companions, they controlled the important parts of the island.
Ximen Qing traveled through the forest with his hair disheveled hair, and behind him Cheng Zongyang, Qin Hui, Jin Wushu, Qingfaced Beast and others pursued him relentlessly
Cheng Zongyang saw Li Shishi's injuries and found that she had only broken a few ribs, which would not endanger her life for the time being. So he handed her and the sleeping leopard head to Kuang Zhongyu, and he followed her and chased her.
A corner of the temple was faintly exposed in the forest. Ximen Qing vomited blood while snatching the wall and then disappeared under the eaves.
Qin Hui walked straight to the roof of the main hall, stood at the highest point, and took a look at the entire temple, then raised his hand and pointed there!
Although the two beasts, Jin Wushu and the Green-faced Beast, were injured all over the body, a fierce fight made both of them become fierce and broke into the ear room like a whirlwind, smashing the doors and windows to pieces.
Ximen Qing swept out from the flying wood chips like a fish. Although his body movement was fast, he was obviously unable to confront the two of them. He smashed a closed small door beside him and said with a hissing: Not coming out yet!
Cheng Zongyang chased after him. Hearing his harsh shout, his speed suddenly burst out. The Dragon Slaying Sword slashed behind Ximen Qing's neck with a bitter cold light, and wanted to kill the dog thief on the spot before he broke indoors.
With a slight sound, the dragon-slaying sword in his hand suddenly shook. Cheng Zongyang turned over and landed on the ground, took a step back, then stabilized his body, and then a rosary fell to the ground, and wandered around in a circle. It turned out to be this inconspicuous ebony rosary, which slammed the sharpness of his dragon-slaying sword.
The figures of the broken wooden door moved slightly. A little novice monk helped an old monk out and saw the little novice monk. Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but jump. The little novice monk was not someone else. It was Jingshan who sneaked into Cuiwei Garden that day to find trouble for her! No wonder she felt familiar when she saw her last time. At this time, she disdained to pretend to be fake and showed her true face, and was recognized by her at first sight.
Cheng Zongyang cursed in his heart that Baoning Temple was actually the stronghold of the esoteric Buddhism. No wonder he could not find Jingshan's whereabouts no matter how he looked for it, he could not find Jingshan's whereabouts.
The old monk said with kind eyebrows and kind eyes: Amitabha is good, how good is
Cheng Zongyang laughed. The master is so polite, he can tell that he is from the jungle of ten directions!
This slap was extremely fierce. Not only did Jingshan's little thief look angry, but even the old monk who pretended to be a paradise with an airs was out of his composure and shouted: Nonsense!
That's good
Cheng Zongyang nodded. What Cheng hated the most was the heretics in the Ten Directions Jungle who usurped the name of Buddha!
As soon as this said, the old monk suddenly felt a close friend and said warmly: Amitabha Buddha, the donor upholds the right view and will be blessed by my Buddha. The old monk has died. I have seen Tan Yue.
Cheng Zongyang said in surprise: Old monk, aren’t you still alive? Could it be that someone has been refined into a corpse puppet?
The old monk said angrily: The old monk's Dharma name - dead
Oh, it turns out to be a dead master
Cheng Zongyang made a secret gesture behind his back. Qin Hui could see clearly at the top of the hall, and immediately sent a secret message, asking all his subordinates to rush to Baoning Temple and surrounded the small temple.
It is hard to guess the depth of the old monk's cultivation, but it is certain that Jin Wushu is one or two higher than himself. The Green-faced Beast is not seriously injured, and his strength is 60% off. He may not be able to beat the old monk and Jingshan little thief nun just by himself and the dead traitor.
Good Dharma name!
Cheng Zongyang praised it and then said with a sigh: The false Buddhas in the jungle of the ten directions are usurped by the Dharma and changed the Buddhist orders. If this heresy is not eliminated, the Buddhist disciples will still die even if they live and die! The master's Dharma name is like a morning bell and evening drum, which is refreshing, making me deeply feel that the Buddhist torch is passed down from generation to generation, and the great way is not moved.
In order to delay time, Cheng Zongyang sent out a car of old monks with good words without money. This was the first time that he had seen such a deep thought and highly praised young man. His monk's robe trembled slightly and was very excited after all.
Ximen Qing almost vomited blood when he heard this, and said with a hissing: Master! The young student has attracted people! Isn’t the master still going to do it?
The dead old monk waved his hand slightly and said warmly: No hurry, no hurry, this little donor is born with wisdom and has a deep blessing, but he is a rare talent.
Ximen Qing said sternly: The agreement between my Black Demon Sea and Long Chen is still there! As Long Chen, Guizong is going to break the agreement?
Amitabha Buddha, the donor of the West Gate is a little calm. The old monk has a few words to ask this little donor
The master captured him first, what should I ask...
Before Ximen Qing finished speaking, the old monk said directly: Do you dare to ask Tan Yue, the manuscript of the fake disciple's robes that day was in the hands of the donor?
have!
Cheng Zongyang admitted it at once. Thanks to Master Hua Shang Lu's righteousness, seeing that I like the tricks above, I asked me to describe it.
Can the donor be willing to let my clan copy one?
Cheng Zongyang beat him up, it's easy to say
But there is no following
The dead old monk waited for a while, but did not see him speak, so he had to say: I wonder what the donor has?
Cheng Zongyang gave a thumbs up, it's great! It's easy to copy. I'll tear the Simon Dog Thief first, and then sit down and discuss it slowly
Ximen Qing gritted his teeth and said: Dead Master! Since I have entered the temple, Long Chen has the responsibility to protect the safety of the people.
The dead old monk looked at the sky, then looked at the ground, then coughed twice, donor, please take the old monk's palm
As he said that, he slapped it out
Cheng Zongyang's waist was slightly sunk, and the dragon-slaying sword was picked out from his feet, and it swept up, and the old monk slashed in the old monk's palm. He was then chopped away by Cheng Zongyang. The projectile rolled to the corner of the wall, twisted a few times, and stopped moving.
Jingshan hurriedly rushed over and helped the old monk up. Master, why are you...
The dead old monk said tremblingly: This guy's sword technique is almost complete, and it is difficult for his master to resist. Go quickly! Go quickly!
Jing Shanmiao stared at the old monk, and finally stomped her feet in anger, grabbed the old monk's collar, dragged him up like a dead dog, and left the temple.
Ximen Qing was dumbfounded, Cheng Zongyang laughed loudly, Ximen Dog Thief! This time it makes you unable to fly!
A slutty voice laughed and said with a grim smile: It’s unknown who will win. The surname Cheng, don’t be too happy too early!
The closed hall door squeaked open with a squinting sound, and a fat figure stepped out. She had a scar on her face and was carrying a heavy guillotine in her hand. It was Madam Wu who had fought with her in Qingzhou.
There is also a beautiful figure in the hall, dressed like snow, holding a zither in her hand. Who else is besides Jian Yuji?
Ximen Qing swept away the panic just now. Although he kept slapping blood, he laughed very happily. Brother Yu had said long ago that Brother Cheng had made a lot of calculations, how could he be worthy of Xian Ji's calculations?
Cheng Zongyang cursed in his heart that this bitch was actually in the main hall of Baoning Temple. He chased and killed him all the way, but he fell into the trap.
Cheng Zongyang's thoughts were turned on, and with a clang, he put his knife in the sheath, and said with a smile: Is the great official angry? Oh, beating is kissing or scolding or love? If we brothers hadn't joined forces to do this scene, how could Xian Ji be willing to come forward to discuss business with me? Do you think so?
Ximen Qing opened his arms, exposed the scars on his body, and sneered: Brother Cheng is too immersed in the show.
Cheng Zongyang said: Why didn’t the high-ranking official say it earlier? You guys! Why didn’t you have any sense at all? Don’t you get over and apologize to the high-ranking official!
Qin Hui flew down and said with a fist: I am ashamed, please don't be surprised by the great official.
Said it was apology, but stopped Ximen Qing's way out with Ximen Qing's injury. Even if Jian Yuji takes action, the traitorous minister can drag Ximen to the back.
Madam Wu's eyes were fierce, and she held the guillotine and wanted to take action.
Suddenly, a pleasant sound of piano sounded, resolving the tension in the temple. Then Jian Yuji said softly: Isn’t the young master going to discuss business?
Of course!
Cheng Zongyang said readily: It’s okay to talk about it anywhere!
I'm here to wait for my journey
That won't work
Cheng Zongyang shook his head, I have claustrophobia and will definitely get sick as soon as I enter the palace
Jian Yuji was not angry at all, and she could do it outside the hall.
Then let's talk to Beiwazi
Cheng Zong said with a sarcastic look: While talking about business, he found two girls to press their feet and pinch their backs. It felt absolutely pleasant!
Jian Yuji smiled and said: Only in this temple
Cheng Zongyang said in a good manner: No problem, let’s take a walk behind the temple.
Jian Yuji's slender figure came out of the hall and walked to the hall first.
Cheng Zongyang winked at Qin Hui and pulled his heel
Qin Hui, Jin Wushu and the blue-faced beast-like character font surrounded Ximen Qing in the middle, and there was a hand-held guillotine Wu Ma. Both sides were afraid to act, and no one dared to act, just waiting for the negotiations between the heads of both sides to end.
There is a small release pool behind the palace. Jian Yuji and Cheng Zongyang walked slowly around the pool, Jian Yuji said: I wonder what business the young master is going to discuss?
You can ask me this, but since Xian Ji speaks first, I'll ask something first
Cheng Zongyang stopped and said: Who did Miss Yun’s tricks?
I see,
Jian Yuji said calmly: The young master is wrongly blamed me for this matter, but it is for Miss Yun.
Less random talk!
Cheng Zongyang said coldly: It is rumored outside that the Yun family’s daughter was pregnant for three months and accidentally had a miscarriage - do you think I would believe this kind of nonsense?
Jian Yuji said lightly: Don’t you believe it?
When he heard the bad news, Cheng Zongyang was panicked and thought about it carefully these days, and then he realized that there was a fatal loophole in Jian Yuji's words.
It was mid-September when she had a miscarriage, but it was already early March when she had a miscarriage, and there were at least five months between them. If Yun Ruyao was pregnant for three months when she had a miscarriage, she was beaten to death in Jiangzhou at that time, where could she get pregnant?
Cheng Zongyang also had a hidden worry in his heart that he didn't want to know: although others didn't believe in the situation at that time, he knew it clearly. He was the passive party when he went to bed with Yun Ruyao! Considering her maternal bloodline, if Yun Ruyao was really pregnant for three months, God knows who won the grand prize, and his face was really not good.
Of course, the bigger thing is that the whole thing is the trap of the Black Demon Sea Wu Sangui searched all the doctors who went to the Yun family in Jiankang, and the news he got was that Miss Yun was in good health. Maybe Yun Ruyao was not pregnant at all, but just leaked the news and was used by Black Demon Sea to make a big article
Miss Yun’s miscarriage is not a false statement
Jian Yuji said calmly: It was just two months ago, although Miss Yun was smart, she couldn't help but be at a loss when she had news. Fortunately, I had an old friend who helped Miss Yun get pregnant after learning about this. After the Yun family learned about this, she helped Miss Yun get pregnant and ended this trouble. If the young master had not kept people thousands of miles away, this matter would not have been announced.
Cheng Zongyang gritted his teeth and said: Bitch! That's my child! You Dark Demon Sea owe me a life!
Jian Yuji's eyes turned and she chuckled: It's true that Mr. Cheng, Miss Wu Yun, is infatuated with her, and it's all about the little marquis.
Cheng Zongyang's face turned dark. He was a thief who didn't tell him. He just let this bitch laugh at him for nothing.
Jian Yuji said calmly: Miss Yun's body is cold and weak, and if she is pregnant for more than four months, not only will the fetus be difficult to protect, but she will also have life worries. If she is asked to choose, should she sit back and watch the mother and son die, or should she abandon the child and nanny?
Cheng Zongyang was blocked by her words. Yun Ruyao's body knew best. The cold poison in her body had not been cleared, and the fetus might die at any time. It was not nonsense to affect the mother's body. It was just the practice of the Black Demon Sea. What did she treat herself as the person involved?
Cheng Zongyang thought while looking around. Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he saw an extra figure in the pool. The man was wearing gray clothes and his back was hunched over. Although he was dressed as an ordinary old man, he looked like a slave from the inside out.
Cheng Zongyang smiled at the corner of his lips. Guo Da Diao Yan did have two brushes. He appeared silently with him. His life was saved.
Cheng Zongyang laughed a long time and informed the dead traitor to take action. He smashed Ximen Qing's broken jar first and laughed half. He suddenly laughed and opened his mouth like a ghost.
Jian Yuji walked slowly in front of her within reach. Her graceful figure, beautiful and uninvited releasing pool, was reflected in her figure, and Eunuch Guo was the same figure, but she could not see Jian Yuji!
Cheng Zongyang's hair stood up all over his body. He looked at it desperately, and it was indeed no reflection of Jian Yuji.
Did he run into a living ghost in broad daylight? Cheng Zongyang's legs were stiff on the ground, and he almost had the impulse of incontinence for a moment
Cheng Zongyang bit his tongue hard and was in a severe pain. The spiritual platform returned to a little clear-headedness. Then he found that the true energy in his body was swallowed by the bellyband. It was constantly losing. Cheng Zongyang grabbed the bellyband and pulled it away with force. The pain of cutting his skin was like peeling off his own skin with his own hands.
Cheng Zongyang's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and teared the red silk in just a short moment. Countless tentacles like silk stretched out from the silk surface, connecting with his flesh and blood. Every time he broke a thin thread, the severe pain made his eyes turn black.
Qin Hui shuttled through the demon umbrella that had risen thousands of times. He frightened his fingers and the skeletons under the umbrella. The golden runes between the bones were constantly splattering. Countless blue phosphorus fire and gold magic were entangled with the dead wood demon, rolling back and forth, trampling the ground into a mud pond and leaving no traces of green-faced beasts. Only the group of pythons constantly rising showed that he was still struggling. In comparison, the leopard head was the most relaxed. He swallowed the sachet in one bite before the witchcraft was used. Due to the backlash of the witch power, he fell into a deep sleep. Although he kept grinding his teeth and farting, the fart sounded louder than a firecracker, his life was worry-free.
Ximen Qing's peach blossom eyes were filled with a cold smile and said softly: The great sage of Yangjun Sect, if he doesn't move at this time, when will he wait?
Everyone was fighting for their lives, but Kuang Zhongyu kept silent strangely, which made Cheng Zongyang feel a little worried, fearing that he would encounter an unexpected situation under the endless witchcraft of the sea of black demons.
The red silk was attached to the body for only a blink of an eye, but Cheng Zongyang felt as long as a year. Every time he pulled a thin silk, it brought pain deep into the bone marrow. Suddenly, the severe pain on the body was lightened. The bloodthirsty thin silk on the red silk was pulled out from the body, curling up one by one like a leech that encountered fire.
Cheng Zongyang pulled his bellyband off his body with great force. The clothes were stained red by the oozing blood. He panted and looked back, and saw a girl standing on the side of the pavilion.
Under the cover of the demon umbrella, the four sides were like late at night. The raging demon wind entered the cold and cold. The trees and flowers and plants that were blown by it gradually withered and lost their vitality. However, the girl's fingertips flashed with a little bit of aura, like a candle swaying in the wind, emitting a warm and soft light.
Li Shishiyu's face turned pale and her delicate body trembled slightly. She was obviously full of fear, but she still mustered up the courage to stand up and face the witchcraft of the Black Demon Sea.
Under the glimmer of light on her fingertips, the witch power filled with space was purified by Cheng Zongyang, who was closest to her, was the first to be affected. The bellyband was melted on the ground. Although the color was still bright, it was gone without the bloodthirsty monster.
The soft light from the girl's fingertips spread around. The dead wood monster fighting with Jin Wushu was swept by white light. The huge body collapsed like soil, and finally returned to a piece of rotten wood. It was smashed into pieces by Jin Wushu as a heavy hammer.
Then the twisting python group retreated like a tide. The thin and soft willow branches of blood-filled beasts could not bear the weight of a beast warrior. With a tense sound, they threw the green-faced beast to the ground and got up with a ferocious look on their faces. They rushed over without caring about the wounds, and used their foreheads to knock the willow tree two pieces, trampling on it like anger.
A cold and sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Ximen Qing's eyes, and four words were slowly spit out from the tip of his tongue: Light, Ming, Guan, Hall!
The last word was spit out from his mouth, and six skulls circling in the demon umbrella were raised at the same time, and then rushed towards the pavilion with a sharp strange roar and a thick black air.
Li Shishi bit her lips, and the nervousness in her eyes showed that the Black Demon Sea was the unique skill of using poison to enter the witch. Although she had never experienced it, she had already heard that this Demon Luo was one of them.
Qin Hui also knew that Li Shishi could not resist the killing of the Black Demon Sea. He spread his arms and rolled up like a big bird, stopping all the skulls that had pounced down.
Ximen Qing shouted: Seeking death!
A fan bone flew out and was nailed to Ximen Qing's shoulder, but no drop of blood came out. Ximen Qing's face quickly turned pale, but the six skulls seemed to have a thin layer of green flesh, becoming more and more ferocious.
Qin Huizhi! As a disciple of the Black Demon Sea, you have joined forces with Guangming Temple and become enemies with my Wu Sect! You are worthy of my Black Demon Sea Demon Sea Demon Sea’s Demon Sea’s Demon Sea’s Demon Sect!
Qin Hui said in a cold voice: Did Wu Sect show any mercy to our Poison Sect that day?
OK! I will kill you first! Then capture that little bitch and become a slave prostitute!
Ximen Qing used the blood sacrifice technique, and the power of the demon umbrella increased drastically, and even Qin Hui could not shake his edge. Both sides were about to part with one touch. Qin Hui floated away like falling leaves, but the flying skulls left six and four, and the remaining two attacked the pavilion.
A clang of metal that almost made the blood freeze sounded. The dragon-slaying knife in Cheng Zongyang's hand finally came out of the sheath and the air around him instantly condensed into fine frost, and the coldness was biting, and even the bloody clothes on Cheng Zongyang's body were almost frozen on his body.
Cheng Zong raised his shoulders and raised his head slightly, stepped forward like a tiger, and then fought with tigers in all directions. The Dragon Slaying Sword slashed left and right, and the two skulls were transformed from half of their evil spirits by Qin Hui. When he encountered a magic weapon like the Dragon Slaying Sword, he was immediately smashed to pieces and shattered black air was swept by the white light from Li Shishi's fingertips, and then disappeared without a trace.
Ximen Qing's face turned pale as if transparent. He stabbed a slap in his chest with his back hand and shouted: "Come on!"
The demon umbrella gathered together in response, and countless white bones collapsed like raindrops. Before the evil spirit arrived, the entire pavilion made a creaking sound as if it was overwhelmed.
Just then, a low whistle came from a distance, and it opened!
A little white light appeared close to the light curtain outside Ximen Qing's body, and then suddenly burst out. In an instant, it seemed as if a sun was blooming in front of her eyes. The strong light shook the darkness. The light curtain around Ximen Qing's body that was already faint and traceless was also swept away. Then a meteor-like light shot straight into it, turning into a picture of the dry sun, printed on Ximen Qing's chest.
Kuang Zhongyu was silent for a long time and waited until now before taking action. As soon as he made a move, he would be like thunder using Yang Jun Sect's bright light technique to restrain the witch power filled in the space, breaking away Ximen Qing's protective light curtain, and then a Gan Yang True Art hit Ximen Qing, who was extremely weak after the Blood Sacrifice.
Ximen Qing squirted blood and his body flew backwards. He could almost see the broken bones in his sunken chest.
At the critical moment, Ximen Qing finally crushed the last jade pendant
The naked jade body in the pavilion swept up like a ghost, Xiao Ling'er's acupoints were completely untied, and she quietly raised her jade arm and slashed at Li Shishi's pink neck with a palm knife.
After all, Li Shishi is under the Guangming Temple Hall. Although she didn't hear the sound, her body immediately felt. She was using the purification technique, her palms were put together, and she barely turned to block it.
Xiao Ling'er's small jade palm phantom was handed out from under her elbow, cutting it under Li Shishi's ribs like a blade.
Li Shishiyu's face was snow-white, and she fell back without a sound, and the light of her fingertips flashed away
asshole!
Cheng Zongyang slapped and slashed with a knife
Xiao Ling'er smiled and wiped the blade with one hand, but suddenly trembled. Cheng Zongyang's knife seemed strong, but he used the Taiyi Jing's mind method. The Taiyi Jing of the Black Demon Sea was originally the most yin and soft, which complemented the natural coldness of the Dragon Slaying Sword. The little bitch suffered a big loss as soon as he made a move.
Xiao Ling'er's palm seemed to be frozen on a knife, and it was difficult to pull this little bitch for a while. Although her big breasts were born with a natural desire, Cheng Zongyang did not care about her at all, Yu Ziyuan's old hatred had not been resolved, and he added Li Shishi's new revenge. Even if he cut her into two, he would not feel any pain.
Cheng Zongyang's qi wheel in the Dantian turned rapidly, and he swung his knife to the pavilion pillar and hit Xiao Ling'er's delicate body and hit the pillar heavily. The pavilion pillar suddenly broke, and half of the pavilion fell down.
Xiao Ling'er's face showed pain, and tears suddenly burst out from Mingmèi's eyes. Although she knew that this little bitch was deliberately pretending to be pitiful, Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but feel palpitations. She also had a petite and tender body, delicate facial features, plump and towering snow breasts. At this moment, Xiao Ling'er in front of her actually looked like Xiao Zi!
Just as hesitated, Xiao Ling'er took the opportunity to escape and flew out, and her breasts fell into the lake like a yellow. The water immediately condensed into ice, gradually getting deeper and farther away. It was obvious that the girl was pushing out the chill in her body.
Cheng Zongyang did not chase after him. Xiao Ling'er was just a little fish that even Nuji in the Black Demon Sea was not considered a little fish. She had only one goal: Ximen Qing!
The battle on the other side of Xiaoyingzhou is coming to an end. Four routes who landed on the island will be good at turning the river. Both routes were wiped out. The other two routes each dropped more than half of their bodies, retreated together in a panic, guarding a pavilion and resisting stubbornly.
Compared with the death rate of more than 70% of the Fenjiang River, only three people died in battle in the direct battalion, nine people were injured, led by Yi Biao, the remaining soldiers were divided into three groups and took turns to fight, conserving their physical strength to the maximum extent, and causing continuous damage to their opponents.
You Chan escaped from death several times by a slight difference. Her long hair was scattered, her sleeve was cut by the blade, revealing a piece of snow-white arm, but miraculously not injured.
As the owner of the gambling house and the head of the gang, You Chan's vision is not bad, she doesn't understand why her opponents show mercy - especially the sharpness and ferocity they treat their companions. If half of them were used on her, she would have already shivered on the spot. Even if she died, she would not want to fall into the hands of the enemy and become a prisoner with uncertain future. But she still has a daughter, and she must go back alive.
In order to avoid accidental injury, Feng Yuan did not dare to use a super violent weapon like a grenade. He only used the Pingshan Sect's secret skills. After several consecutive failures of casting spells, Feng Dafa finally made the pavilion burn. The heroes on the water screamed and ran out, and were killed by the soldiers of the direct camp who were waiting for battle.
You Chan looked at these unbeaten opponents in despair, finally threw down her knife and whispered: I surrender
Yi Biao also breathed a sigh of relief. He never knew how to deal with women. He wanted to tell her: Stop hitting, our boss Cheng said, you can't hurt your life, but you don't know how to speak, so you can only silence your head and beat until she figured it out.
Yi Biao used a rope to symbolically tie You Chan's hands, and then with a command, the remaining soldiers quickly dispersed under the leadership of three squad leaders. While treating their companions, they controlled the important parts of the island.
Ximen Qing traveled through the forest with his hair disheveled hair, and behind him Cheng Zongyang, Qin Hui, Jin Wushu, Qingfaced Beast and others pursued him relentlessly
Cheng Zongyang saw Li Shishi's injuries and found that she had only broken a few ribs, which would not endanger her life for the time being. So he handed her and the sleeping leopard head to Kuang Zhongyu, and he followed her and chased her.
A corner of the temple was faintly exposed in the forest. Ximen Qing vomited blood while snatching the wall and then disappeared under the eaves.
Qin Hui walked straight to the roof of the main hall, stood at the highest point, and took a look at the entire temple, then raised his hand and pointed there!
Although the two beasts, Jin Wushu and the Green-faced Beast, were injured all over the body, a fierce fight made both of them become fierce and broke into the ear room like a whirlwind, smashing the doors and windows to pieces.
Ximen Qing swept out from the flying wood chips like a fish. Although his body movement was fast, he was obviously unable to confront the two of them. He smashed a closed small door beside him and said with a hissing: Not coming out yet!
Cheng Zongyang chased after him. Hearing his harsh shout, his speed suddenly burst out. The Dragon Slaying Sword slashed behind Ximen Qing's neck with a bitter cold light, and wanted to kill the dog thief on the spot before he broke indoors.
With a slight sound, the dragon-slaying sword in his hand suddenly shook. Cheng Zongyang turned over and landed on the ground, took a step back, then stabilized his body, and then a rosary fell to the ground, and wandered around in a circle. It turned out to be this inconspicuous ebony rosary, which slammed the sharpness of his dragon-slaying sword.
The figures of the broken wooden door moved slightly. A little novice monk helped an old monk out and saw the little novice monk. Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but jump. The little novice monk was not someone else. It was Jingshan who sneaked into Cuiwei Garden that day to find trouble for her! No wonder she felt familiar when she saw her last time. At this time, she disdained to pretend to be fake and showed her true face, and was recognized by her at first sight.
Cheng Zongyang cursed in his heart that Baoning Temple was actually the stronghold of the esoteric Buddhism. No wonder he could not find Jingshan's whereabouts no matter how he looked for it, he could not find Jingshan's whereabouts.
The old monk said with kind eyebrows and kind eyes: Amitabha is good, how good is
Cheng Zongyang laughed. The master is so polite, he can tell that he is from the jungle of ten directions!
This slap was extremely fierce. Not only did Jingshan's little thief look angry, but even the old monk who pretended to be a paradise with an airs was out of his composure and shouted: Nonsense!
That's good
Cheng Zongyang nodded. What Cheng hated the most was the heretics in the Ten Directions Jungle who usurped the name of Buddha!
As soon as this said, the old monk suddenly felt a close friend and said warmly: Amitabha Buddha, the donor upholds the right view and will be blessed by my Buddha. The old monk has died. I have seen Tan Yue.
Cheng Zongyang said in surprise: Old monk, aren’t you still alive? Could it be that someone has been refined into a corpse puppet?
The old monk said angrily: The old monk's Dharma name - dead
Oh, it turns out to be a dead master
Cheng Zongyang made a secret gesture behind his back. Qin Hui could see clearly at the top of the hall, and immediately sent a secret message, asking all his subordinates to rush to Baoning Temple and surrounded the small temple.
It is hard to guess the depth of the old monk's cultivation, but it is certain that Jin Wushu is one or two higher than himself. The Green-faced Beast is not seriously injured, and his strength is 60% off. He may not be able to beat the old monk and Jingshan little thief nun just by himself and the dead traitor.
Good Dharma name!
Cheng Zongyang praised it and then said with a sigh: The false Buddhas in the jungle of the ten directions are usurped by the Dharma and changed the Buddhist orders. If this heresy is not eliminated, the Buddhist disciples will still die even if they live and die! The master's Dharma name is like a morning bell and evening drum, which is refreshing, making me deeply feel that the Buddhist torch is passed down from generation to generation, and the great way is not moved.
In order to delay time, Cheng Zongyang sent out a car of old monks with good words without money. This was the first time that he had seen such a deep thought and highly praised young man. His monk's robe trembled slightly and was very excited after all.
Ximen Qing almost vomited blood when he heard this, and said with a hissing: Master! The young student has attracted people! Isn’t the master still going to do it?
The dead old monk waved his hand slightly and said warmly: No hurry, no hurry, this little donor is born with wisdom and has a deep blessing, but he is a rare talent.
Ximen Qing said sternly: The agreement between my Black Demon Sea and Long Chen is still there! As Long Chen, Guizong is going to break the agreement?
Amitabha Buddha, the donor of the West Gate is a little calm. The old monk has a few words to ask this little donor
The master captured him first, what should I ask...
Before Ximen Qing finished speaking, the old monk said directly: Do you dare to ask Tan Yue, the manuscript of the fake disciple's robes that day was in the hands of the donor?
have!
Cheng Zongyang admitted it at once. Thanks to Master Hua Shang Lu's righteousness, seeing that I like the tricks above, I asked me to describe it.
Can the donor be willing to let my clan copy one?
Cheng Zongyang beat him up, it's easy to say
But there is no following
The dead old monk waited for a while, but did not see him speak, so he had to say: I wonder what the donor has?
Cheng Zongyang gave a thumbs up, it's great! It's easy to copy. I'll tear the Simon Dog Thief first, and then sit down and discuss it slowly
Ximen Qing gritted his teeth and said: Dead Master! Since I have entered the temple, Long Chen has the responsibility to protect the safety of the people.
The dead old monk looked at the sky, then looked at the ground, then coughed twice, donor, please take the old monk's palm
As he said that, he slapped it out
Cheng Zongyang's waist was slightly sunk, and the dragon-slaying sword was picked out from his feet, and it swept up, and the old monk slashed in the old monk's palm. He was then chopped away by Cheng Zongyang. The projectile rolled to the corner of the wall, twisted a few times, and stopped moving.
Jingshan hurriedly rushed over and helped the old monk up. Master, why are you...
The dead old monk said tremblingly: This guy's sword technique is almost complete, and it is difficult for his master to resist. Go quickly! Go quickly!
Jing Shanmiao stared at the old monk, and finally stomped her feet in anger, grabbed the old monk's collar, dragged him up like a dead dog, and left the temple.
Ximen Qing was dumbfounded, Cheng Zongyang laughed loudly, Ximen Dog Thief! This time it makes you unable to fly!
A slutty voice laughed and said with a grim smile: It’s unknown who will win. The surname Cheng, don’t be too happy too early!
The closed hall door squeaked open with a squinting sound, and a fat figure stepped out. She had a scar on her face and was carrying a heavy guillotine in her hand. It was Madam Wu who had fought with her in Qingzhou.
There is also a beautiful figure in the hall, dressed like snow, holding a zither in her hand. Who else is besides Jian Yuji?
Ximen Qing swept away the panic just now. Although he kept slapping blood, he laughed very happily. Brother Yu had said long ago that Brother Cheng had made a lot of calculations, how could he be worthy of Xian Ji's calculations?
Cheng Zongyang cursed in his heart that this bitch was actually in the main hall of Baoning Temple. He chased and killed him all the way, but he fell into the trap.
Cheng Zongyang's thoughts were turned on, and with a clang, he put his knife in the sheath, and said with a smile: Is the great official angry? Oh, beating is kissing or scolding or love? If we brothers hadn't joined forces to do this scene, how could Xian Ji be willing to come forward to discuss business with me? Do you think so?
Ximen Qing opened his arms, exposed the scars on his body, and sneered: Brother Cheng is too immersed in the show.
Cheng Zongyang said: Why didn’t the high-ranking official say it earlier? You guys! Why didn’t you have any sense at all? Don’t you get over and apologize to the high-ranking official!
Qin Hui flew down and said with a fist: I am ashamed, please don't be surprised by the great official.
Said it was apology, but stopped Ximen Qing's way out with Ximen Qing's injury. Even if Jian Yuji takes action, the traitorous minister can drag Ximen to the back.
Madam Wu's eyes were fierce, and she held the guillotine and wanted to take action.
Suddenly, a pleasant sound of piano sounded, resolving the tension in the temple. Then Jian Yuji said softly: Isn’t the young master going to discuss business?
Of course!
Cheng Zongyang said readily: It’s okay to talk about it anywhere!
I'm here to wait for my journey
That won't work
Cheng Zongyang shook his head, I have claustrophobia and will definitely get sick as soon as I enter the palace
Jian Yuji was not angry at all, and she could do it outside the hall.
Then let's talk to Beiwazi
Cheng Zong said with a sarcastic look: While talking about business, he found two girls to press their feet and pinch their backs. It felt absolutely pleasant!
Jian Yuji smiled and said: Only in this temple
Cheng Zongyang said in a good manner: No problem, let’s take a walk behind the temple.
Jian Yuji's slender figure came out of the hall and walked to the hall first.
Cheng Zongyang winked at Qin Hui and pulled his heel
Qin Hui, Jin Wushu and the blue-faced beast-like character font surrounded Ximen Qing in the middle, and there was a hand-held guillotine Wu Ma. Both sides were afraid to act, and no one dared to act, just waiting for the negotiations between the heads of both sides to end.
There is a small release pool behind the palace. Jian Yuji and Cheng Zongyang walked slowly around the pool, Jian Yuji said: I wonder what business the young master is going to discuss?
You can ask me this, but since Xian Ji speaks first, I'll ask something first
Cheng Zongyang stopped and said: Who did Miss Yun’s tricks?
I see,
Jian Yuji said calmly: The young master is wrongly blamed me for this matter, but it is for Miss Yun.
Less random talk!
Cheng Zongyang said coldly: It is rumored outside that the Yun family’s daughter was pregnant for three months and accidentally had a miscarriage - do you think I would believe this kind of nonsense?
Jian Yuji said lightly: Don’t you believe it?
When he heard the bad news, Cheng Zongyang was panicked and thought about it carefully these days, and then he realized that there was a fatal loophole in Jian Yuji's words.
It was mid-September when she had a miscarriage, but it was already early March when she had a miscarriage, and there were at least five months between them. If Yun Ruyao was pregnant for three months when she had a miscarriage, she was beaten to death in Jiangzhou at that time, where could she get pregnant?
Cheng Zongyang also had a hidden worry in his heart that he didn't want to know: although others didn't believe in the situation at that time, he knew it clearly. He was the passive party when he went to bed with Yun Ruyao! Considering her maternal bloodline, if Yun Ruyao was really pregnant for three months, God knows who won the grand prize, and his face was really not good.
Of course, the bigger thing is that the whole thing is the trap of the Black Demon Sea Wu Sangui searched all the doctors who went to the Yun family in Jiankang, and the news he got was that Miss Yun was in good health. Maybe Yun Ruyao was not pregnant at all, but just leaked the news and was used by Black Demon Sea to make a big article
Miss Yun’s miscarriage is not a false statement
Jian Yuji said calmly: It was just two months ago, although Miss Yun was smart, she couldn't help but be at a loss when she had news. Fortunately, I had an old friend who helped Miss Yun get pregnant after learning about this. After the Yun family learned about this, she helped Miss Yun get pregnant and ended this trouble. If the young master had not kept people thousands of miles away, this matter would not have been announced.
Cheng Zongyang gritted his teeth and said: Bitch! That's my child! You Dark Demon Sea owe me a life!
Jian Yuji's eyes turned and she chuckled: It's true that Mr. Cheng, Miss Wu Yun, is infatuated with her, and it's all about the little marquis.
Cheng Zongyang's face turned dark. He was a thief who didn't tell him. He just let this bitch laugh at him for nothing.
Jian Yuji said calmly: Miss Yun's body is cold and weak, and if she is pregnant for more than four months, not only will the fetus be difficult to protect, but she will also have life worries. If she is asked to choose, should she sit back and watch the mother and son die, or should she abandon the child and nanny?
Cheng Zongyang was blocked by her words. Yun Ruyao's body knew best. The cold poison in her body had not been cleared, and the fetus might die at any time. It was not nonsense to affect the mother's body. It was just the practice of the Black Demon Sea. What did she treat herself as the person involved?
Cheng Zongyang thought while looking around. Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he saw an extra figure in the pool. The man was wearing gray clothes and his back was hunched over. Although he was dressed as an ordinary old man, he looked like a slave from the inside out.
Cheng Zongyang smiled at the corner of his lips. Guo Da Diao Yan did have two brushes. He appeared silently with him. His life was saved.
Cheng Zongyang laughed a long time and informed the dead traitor to take action. He smashed Ximen Qing's broken jar first and laughed half. He suddenly laughed and opened his mouth like a ghost.
Jian Yuji walked slowly in front of her within reach. Her graceful figure, beautiful and uninvited releasing pool, was reflected in her figure, and Eunuch Guo was the same figure, but she could not see Jian Yuji!
Cheng Zongyang's hair stood up all over his body. He looked at it desperately, and it was indeed no reflection of Jian Yuji.
Did he run into a living ghost in broad daylight? Cheng Zongyang's legs were stiff on the ground, and he almost had the impulse of incontinence for a moment
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