"The little one naturally knows," the owner of Baigong Village shook his hands gratefully, "The little girl gave her life a test a few days ago... but before she got close, she was thrown off Tianchi Mountain."

Arrogant frowned.

He turned his head and glanced critically at Baigong Village Master.

"As far as your respectful appearance is concerned, it's strange not to be thrown down the mountain." Immediately, the barren couldn't help laughing, "Let's not say anything else, in terms of beauty, the gods are number one in the world. Um... ... At present, it is excusable to be overly self-sufficient."

Under the ghost's face, Baigong Village's face turned blue.

"The lord said it very well, the little one originally thought that my nature is absurd and lecherous, and on the grounds of my usual reputation and the pretext of making my mind dizzy, I rashly contact it, and it is not easy to make the gods suspicious," Baigong Village owner was angry in his heart , I had no choice but to smile, "I want to come here now, but I'm not self-sufficient. Next time, I'll send a decent-looking young man to try it out."

While the two of them were talking, they didn't notice that the black mist was rolling around in the altar, and it became more and more strange.

It was as if the gates of hell had opened.

Demons and demons are fighting for the opportunity to return to the world.

Whoever has the deepest obsession and who has the heaviest paranoia.

The barren envoy examined it carefully, and finally found that a very subtle but critical pattern was slightly skewed, probably due to the influence of the cold air circulating here.

He concentrated, injected his energy into the formation, and adjusted the formation pattern—not knowing that it was the Lord who gave Huang Ming, the big formation was as difficult as the sea, and it was only less than a centimeter away, and the blood of the whole body was hidden. To be drained. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, got up, and said, "Within three days, you will look for—"

boom!

Thick ink exploded in the hundreds of feet deep cave.

All the heavy locks of the bronze bells broke in an instant, and the extremely violent murderous aura swept across the four directions.

Countless rubble rumbled down.

On the wall of the cave, Ye Cang drew his sword with his backhand, horizontally, trying his best to protect his brothers and sisters. Zhuang Jiuzhu, who was higher up, didn't even have time to hum, and he rolled his eyes and fainted. On the altar, Huang Shi was the first to bear the brunt, and he let out a mournful cry, and even his bones and souls turned into powder.

The owner of Baigong Village, whose cultivation base was far inferior to him, actually survived.

But he would rather just die.

A pale, illusory hand poked out of the black mist and strangled his throat.

Baigong Village's eyes bulged out, and countless dead souls poured into his body, biting, gnawing, inch by inch, passing through muscles and bones. His throat was swollen, and he wanted to mourn heartbreakingly, but he could only make a strange ho ho sound.

"……its mine."

The evil spirit grabbed his throat and slowly raised it, his fingers contracting little by little.

His aura was violent, sullen, and delusional.

"No one can touch it."

The blood flower exploded.

The owner of Baigong Village was slowly crushed from head to toe, and was forcibly arrested again, repeating the torture of death and life again and again. Ye Cang's heart skipped a beat on the wall of the cave, and his breath fluctuated uncontrollably... Not good! Ye Cang immediately wanted to protect his younger brother and sister and escape, but it was too late.

In the black fog, the pale and blurry figure did not turn his head, but a coldness had enveloped the four Taiyi.

——What kind of ghost did the owner of Baigong attract?

Dark and turbulent, to cold to cold.

Suddenly, a ray of light fell from the sky.

The underground secret pavilion of Baigongzhuang was broken open by a sword.

Direct breeze.

The evil ghost who was holding the throat of Baigong Village raised his head and swayed one after another, a piece of white snow with red plums, and the young man came in the sky, holding his sword like a flower. The black cloak is flying, revealing a single wrist and two Kui dragon bracelets; the red clothes are rolled up, turning into clouds, turning into fire, and becoming the inner demon that all obsessions refer to.

The young man seemed to feel something, and lowered his eyes.

A bowed head, a raised head.

The flying flowers are falling, and the light and shadow are intertwined.

Qiu Bodeng's fingertips turned white, and it was difficult to hold the sword again.

"...Alo?"

Chapter 126 The most ignorant and most affectionate

...Alo?

The fragile voice knocked the incomprehensible inner demon.

The owner of Baigong Village was crushed to powder in an instant, and the four Ye Cang were swept up on the stone wall by the pressure of the violent sweep. The blood pools in the burrow are like boiling, and the lines on the altar shine brightly, turning into thousands of shackles, criss-crossing each other.

The wind howled and the sprites laughed.

The gravel fell rustling, the pattern of the altar was broken one by one, and the chains that contained the evil spirits were broken one after another. Out of control and the backlash of the slaughtering priest broke out, and black blood was spilled. The wicked ghost didn't care, only the boy with the snow on his shoulders in his eyes - that was his immortal delusion.

Eyebrows that will never be forgotten even in the dark.

Black fog rose into the sky.

Lu Jing, who came from a distance, saw Tai Yijian falling from the sky, and the yin and ruthless magic barrier seat was facing Qiu Bodeng, but the latter did not avoid it. He didn't know what was going on. The cold pulse was just resolved and the spiritual energy was difficult, and he couldn't catch up. He suddenly became anxious and shouted: "Qiu Bodeng! Be careful!"

Qiu Bodeng could not hear the shouts, nor could he see the demons.

All is gone.

Only his...

Allo.

The earth shakes.

The blood pool that supported the magic formation was completely dried up, and the dead ghosts who had finally returned to the world let out an unwilling scream. Some were dragged back to the wilderness, and some disappeared in the sky.

The evil ghost hovered in front of Qiu Bodeng.

His voice seemed to pass through a long distance and came for a long time, hollow and hoarse, extremely difficult, and inaudible:

"... Jiao."

Jiao.

It is coquettish coquettish.

It's a darling sweetheart.

"Jiaojiao."

The black fog exploded on its own and rolled back down.

Qiu Bodeng woke up like a big dream, and it was like being completely engulfed by a nightmare.Almost at the moment when the black fog dissipated, he rushed to the gate that led the demon to return to the abyss.The slender five fingers slammed in the air, and five thin blood lines popped out, trying to catch a certain ray of spiritual consciousness before the gate connecting the human world and the Great Wilderness was closed.