Xue Meng had to be smothered with blood. The ink burned but there was not so much leisure time. When he heard this sentence, he turned back to the corpse and blocked the first line of defense.

At the end of the night, Ning Fang had been helping Nangong to debug the obvious machine that had been hand-footed. At this time, he saw the ink burning in front of him, and immediately flew to the door of the temple, and sighed: "Ink, come back!"

"Master respect..."

Chu night Ning fell a golden enchantment, the enchantment light up, violently smashed the corpse a few feet, followed by him in the long steps, the front of the temple, the gap between the stone gates, three places respectively fell into the guardian enchantment Then I burned the ink back.

"You stop first."

The ink burned the heart and said: "The enchantment of the masters in the Laoshan Mountain can't last for too long! Why is this master!"

Chu night Ning eyes such as blue frost purple electric, he gritted his teeth, pushed a piece of ink, and pushed him back to the temple: "You are all hurt and go to death, go back to meditate! Shi Mingjing!"

"Master, I am."

Chu night Ning Ling smashed a bit of ink burning: "healing for him."

The teacher beheaded: "Yes, Master."

The ink burns and presses the hand that the teacher has stretched over, facing the back of the Chu who has already turned his back. "It’s all skin trauma, Master, your enchantment here can only support a fragrant martial arts. It will also cost you a lot of spiritual power, you..."

Chu night Ningtou did not return, standing in the skylight: "Then I will support this musk."

The ink burned and wanted to talk again, but was dragged by the teacher. The gentle hand touched his skin, rolled up his sleeves for him, began to heal the wounds, and burned his eyes on him. He silently turned toward him. The ink swayed and shook his head, then coveted and focused on his own spells.

Chu night Ning Road: "Xue Meng."

"At, Master."

"I can't support it, you will go up. Don't hold it hard, feel that some power is not enough, then change the Lord."

Xue Zhengyi was busy: "Well, it will be better to turn around."

Chu night Ningyuan constantly continually transported his spiritual power to the three-tiered enchantment, and said: "There is another thing that bothers the Lord."

"You said."

Chu nightning bites his teeth and cuts his teeth: "Ask the group of wastes hiding behind, except for those who are not good at short-term encounters in the Snow Palace and the lonely moon night, let them come!"

"...What if they didn't come?"

Chu night Ning said: "Then the temple door is broken, sit and wait for death. You can see that they can't come."

Xue Zhengyi passed by, and Nangong was staring at the half-locked buckle on his hand. I don't know how to be good. I don't know why the ban under the head of the first generation will suddenly be broken.

As far as reason is concerned, as long as it is ordered by Nangong Changying, no matter who can change the spirit of evil spirits, how can it suddenly happen...

Xue Zhengyi let the people who can cope with it in the past, Ye said, "I am coming."

When Nangong stood up, he returned to God. He pulled her: "How can you be a girl?"

Ye forgets to stare at the group of Jiang Dongtang, but his disciples are cold and succinct: "If there are only two people in the Confucianist Gate, they are not greedy and afraid of death."

The middle-aged female practitioners who had previously ridiculed her daughter’s body were still not snoring. They all looked away from other places and did not look at Ye’s forgotten face.

In this way, Xue Zhengyi assembled some people and suddenly stunned: "With snow? How are you... No, no, you are not good at this kind of thing, you go back."

Mei Hanxue seems to be cold and cold today. He said: "Uncle is relieved, I have a lot in my heart, I will not play."

Xue Zhengyi looked at the owner of the Snow Palace, and there was no way to see the people in the palace. There was no way to let Mei Hanxue enter the people.

Jiang Yan frowned: "Is it always resisting? Keep some people who are suitable for short-handedness. It is better to go to the apse to see the situation."

Xue Zhengxuan said: "First respond to a while, see if you can fix the machine, go together is the best policy, it can not be repaired, then you can only split two, one to resist, one to go to the apse to check the situation. ”

Jiang Yandao: "...so is it. But who will repair the machine?"

At this time, one hand twitched and raised. Just now, Jiang Yanzhuang, who was just like Jiang’s head, looked out of his head and weakened: "This, this organ technical work, me, I I think I can still try something."

Jiang Yan is both angry and funny: "Then you are not going to go?"

The horse pulled the Nangong Temple and stumbled. Xue Zhengyi also led the team to leave.

Jiang Yan turned back and looked around and this was divided into two, and turned into a hall of purgatory and nine days, and fell into deep thought.

His gaze swept through the precious pieces that were still laughing, talking, or tortured on the other side. The final gaze fell on Nangong Liu, who had been lying next to a basket of oranges.

He felt very strange.

Why is Nangong Liu, or other pieces in this hall, and they are not as violent as the outside bodies, and get up and kill?

If Xu Shuanglin controlled the precious chess in the temple at the moment and began to attack, they were destined to be stretched and caught in the internal and external difficulties.

Why is he not doing it?

Don't want to do it?

Still... can't do it?

Jiang Yan accident, ink burning is not unexpected.

He can clearly perceive that the treasures in the temple have completely preserved these temperament, obsession, and even some memories before the birth, which is completely different from the corpses that are controlled by the "concentric array". Inappropriate metaphors, the zombies outside are marionettes, and all of them are living mortal people with independent temperament.

Xu Shuanglin does not manipulate these living dead people. Obviously there is only one reason - his spiritual power has reached the limit.

"Chu Zongshi, take the handle!"

Suddenly a faint scream came from the stone steps, and Chu nightly looked up and saw that Hua Binan led a dozen monks, and the positive was struggling from the stone steps.

They were previously bitten by poisonous snakes, and they were trimmed in place. They did not expect to have suffered the second violent corpse of the corpse. Twenty of the monks were instantly halved. At this moment, they struggled with this and they were seriously injured. When Chu was late, he raised his hand, and then fell to an enchantment. They were protected under their cages, and the day after tomorrow they asked to smash the zombies that they killed.

"come!"

Chu night Ning Chao Hua Bi Nan reached out.

The ink burned but the heart was alert. He also refused to take the medicine to the upper half, and immediately got up and blocked: "The master is careful!"

However, Hua Binan did not have any abnormalities. He shook and held the hand that Chu Yuening had extended. He was stunned by Chu to Ning, and he was more powerful in the protective enchantment. Chu nightning turned back and said: "Come a few people to help! ”

The survivors were pulled back one by one and they were put in the hall. They were all squatting, panting, and the blood was on the surface, and the expression was extremely painful.

Jiang Yan led a group of disciples on the night of the moon, and he fell down in front of Hua Binan, revealing a rare anxious color: "How to hurt so heavy..."

"I am still innocent, and the Lord will go to see other people first." Hua Binan leaned on the pillars, his fights and veil have been cut, and the robes are stained with blood. Jiang Yan wants to give him The pulse, he raised his hand to stop, "Nothing, but it is a small injury, but the little one who respects the Lord... cough, he, he hurts too much, and the Lord is going to heal him, don't care about me... ..."

This wave of people's injuries are very heavy, and some people have even been twisted off the whole leg. Compared with them, Hua Binan, who can still speak completely, is indeed light.

Jiang Yan whispered quietly, and looked at Hua Binan, and returned to help others heal.

Hua Binan trembled and found a bottle of hemostatic powder from the Qiankun bag. He was about to spill it on his injured area. Suddenly, he took the porcelain bottle in his hand and inked it: "I will help you."

"...not necessary."

The ink burned his eyes and looked at him: "Paint a powder, just raise your hand."

Hua Binan won the porcelain bottle and whispered: "I am not used to touching me. Not to mention that you are not healing the monks at all, adding chaos."

"Then I will help you."

"Sister?" The side of the ink burned over the head. Seeing that the teacher had put down the medical pouch with his hands and feet, Hua Binan saw the medical pouch and licked his mouth, no longer snoring, and did not resist.

The teacher smashed the silver needle cloth bag, and whispered: "The predecessor of the sage, the younger generation may have a bad week, please forgive me first."

Hua Binan: "..."

His injury is heavy, and it is useless to directly stop the spell. It must be blocked with a needle. Only the cold light flashes, and the edge flashes. The brilliance of the silver needle flashes between the eyes of the teacher. There are more than ten needles in the blink of an eye. .

"The veil and fight of the predecessors..."

The scales of the cold scales flashed a gloom, but I also knew that there were several acupuncture points that must be tied to the face, and they said with a smile: "I pick it myself."

The gauze stained with blood fell, revealing the face of the cold scale, never showing the face.

It was an extremely eccentric face, and the first half was still pretty, but from the bridge of the nose, the entire face was twisted and burned, like a echinoderma.

Hua Binan looked up, and there was some hint of hatred and embarrassment in his eyes: "What is it? The ink master is still not leaving, stay here, look good?"

"……Sorry."

Hua Binan sneered behind him: "I haven't been here before, you don't listen to it. At this time, you said sorry on your mouth, I don't know what I am thinking about. I am thinking about this cold scale. It’s really ugly to grow up, huh, huh.”

The ink swayed and shook his head. He couldn’t say anything more and left.

The Ma Zhuang master still tossed the broken iron lock, and in front of the Tiangongmen, Chu Lingning’s spiritual power was almost lacking. He leaned toward Xue Mengdao: “Xue Meng, take over!”

Xue Meng immediately took the lead and met the knife. The handover of the two of them was extremely smooth, and there was not even a zombie to squeeze in at the moment of replacement.

When Chu Ningyi withdrew from the enchantment, he could not help but step back. The ink burned him pale and felt very distressed, but he could not do anything in front of everyone. Even Chu’s hands could not be held. Repressing himself, he asked: "Late... Master, are you okay?"

"No problem." Chu night Ning gently coughed, "more energy is spent."

However, the ink burned that the Linguin of Chu’s night was originally very fragile. It’s probably not a big deal for others, but for Chu’s lateness...

The ink burned and closed his eyes.

In the last life, they were both sinister and sinister, and the disintegration was divided. Chu Xiening was in that battle because the mental power was exhausted, and the spiritual nucleus shattered instantly. From then on, it became the same as the mortal, and even the body was more mortal. Be weak.

How could it be...

The ink burned in his heart, his eyes were reddish, and he silently put the clothes that he had given him to his shoulders. Only at this time, he could pinch the shoulders of Chu’s lateness through the clothes.

All his heavy love for him can only be hidden in this momentary touch.

He helped Chu late to go to the side, he specifically found a place where there were few people, hidden quiet places, and then sat down with Chu nightning.

No one found out that the ink burned quietly holding the hand of Chu Yuning.

Very cool.

And that year, Chu nightning lost under his knife, he leaned over his chest and reached the same chin when he reached his chin.

The ink burned down and the tip of the finger trembled slightly.

Chu night Ning originally wanted to pull out his hand. After all, there were too many eyes here, but he felt a slight tremor, so he took his hand and turned it with him.

"Let me see." Chu Xiaoning raised his other hand and let the smoldering face lift up his face. There were wounds on his cheeks and nose. "Is it painful?"

The ink swayed and shook his head. He stared at Chu's face and looked at the person who knew that he had his lips pale, but he was still concerned about him.

He felt very painful.

Not a wound.

It is the heart.

He finally learned the lie of the late night, and said: "No pain."

"Don't hurt, what are you shaking?"

He didn't say anything, he couldn't snoring, so Chu Xiaoning misunderstood that he still trembled because of pain. His fingertips lingered in the light of the brilliance of Huaguang, and the ink burned his pupils, and he grabbed the night. The hand on his cheek: "Are you crazy? Still using spiritual power?!"

"This is nothing." Chu said, "It’s just the tiniest healing curse. It hurts."

His fingertips touched his scar.

Painful.

But his heart is like a knife, and his car is cracked, but it is not the case.

Ink burns naturally knows that this is just a little spiritual power, like a drop in the ocean, a cup of Wang Yang, Chu nightning gave almost all the spiritual power to everyone, and only gave him a little bit.

In the past life, he gave too much to the world because of the lateness of Chu, and he gave himself too little, so he complained about the lateness of Chu.

But at that time he would not know.

In fact, Chu Xiening gave him a bit of a drop, although it was pitiful, but that was all he had left, the only thing, the last thing.

"Okay! It’s fixed and repaired!"

Suddenly, the monk under the Mazhuang master rushed to the door, and his cheeks became red. He shouted: "Get ready to retire, close the door! Immediately ready to close!"

At this time, the person who resisted the corpse had changed to Mei Hanxue. Xue Meng was also injured after he retired, but the injury was not heavy. He did not check much when he wrapped the gauze himself. He bit his gauze. The belt is tied to oneself, while watching Mei Xuexue retreat.

It is strange to say that he remembers that Mei Han Xueming is the spiritual core of the water system and the wood system, but he does not know why he has exhibited the fire system tricks. He was alone, with a broken water lying on his back, his fingers licking his face, his face cold, and his shot was a flame-red barrier flame, which forced all the corpses that were trying to get close.

"Closed! Mei Gongzi!"

Mei Hanxue let the squat hang, step by step as he stepped back and retreated to the door. Xue Meng suddenly found it wrong. He turned his head and said: "Can you open the door again? This piano is too wide, can't enter-"

"No need to."

Mei Hanxue succinctly interrupted Xue Meng’s words, and suddenly he took the shackles into the music, lost the sound of the piano, and a group of zombies rushed up. Xue Meng knew that he was not good at fighting, and his face suddenly changed. When you pull out the Dragon City, you have to go out to help.

Unexpectedly, the singer did not pass, and he saw a flash of silver. Mei’s snow palm did not know when a silver sabre appeared. The sword was suffocating and smashed, only to see his sword dance and shadow. And retired, slammed the sword out, and before the door was about to close, Mei Hanxue raised his hand and screamed: "Hurricane, come back!"

The sword was turned into a snow light and shadow, and it was worn from the cracks. Mei was caught in the snow, and the arm of the sword was brought to the side.

The gate of the Tiangong Palace was closed.

There was a muffled sound from the outside, and it was the sound of the corpse and the dragon ribs on the door, but it seemed that it was far and far away, and the palace gate of the Nangong family’s large-scale construction was not so easy to break.

Everyone was relieved, and there were several disciples who had never seen the big world. They were directly on the ground with a soft leg. They even screamed, "Mom...this is all What is it..."

After the break, Mei Hanxue was slightly relieved, but his sigh of relief was not significantly different from that of the weekday. If Xue Meng had been staring at him, I would not find that he slightly opened his lips and spit. This tone.

Suddenly I found the eyes of two **** next to me. Mei Hanxue turned her head: "...how? Why do you see me?"

Xue Meng’s throat is dry: "...you are this sword..."

Mei Hanxue glanced at the long sword flowing with silver light: "Hurricane."

Xue Meng’s face was uncertain for a while, and he said: “When will you make the sword?... Is it right? Should you have a martial arts?”

"there is always."

Xue Meng said: "Why didn't you use it at the Lingshan Conference?"

"..." Mei Hanxue was silent for a while and said, "I don't want to use it."

Xue Meng seems very puzzled, and even some anger: "Do you look down on us? You take out the martial arts, maybe you are the first... second?"

Mei Hanxue turned his eyes. It seemed to be a bit ridiculous in the cold eyes. He looked at Xue Meng, who was slightly angry because of his anger, and then said: "The third place is very good, first... ..." He licked his lips and rubbed Xue Meng over, and he fell to Xueman's ear in an understatement.

"The first is too stupid."