Chapter 4027: Master is the backer

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Seeing the light rain of the pen breaks, Chang Wu mouth yang raised, a touch of sarcasm.
"Oh, it looks like it’s too much for a quarter of an hour. When Zeng Xiaoyu lost, we immediately shot."
Chang Wu eager to try, waiting for Zeng Xiaoyu to lose, he immediately went to the front of the fisherman.
Ye Lingyue was quiet, and she slowly retreated to the corner.
At this time, various pillars of the ridges, roofs, and walls in the Xiayang Palace have been densely covered.
The crease has a certain influence on mental strength and divine power.
But they are also double-edged swords. Thanks to these filths, several people in the Xiayang Palace have greatly reduced their perception.
"If you use God's mind here, you shouldn't be aware of it in a short time. It's going to be fast."
Ye Lingyue calculated the time, and the suffix had only two hours of effect. She had used it for more than a half hours, and the rest of the time was only a matter of more than a quarter.
If it is not faster, it will resolve the current crisis.
Once the suffix fails, she has no way to help the rain.
Without further ado, Ye Lingyue can't take care of that much.
She was fascinated by the movement, and she was silent, and she was clinging to Zeng Xiaoyu, who was already desperate.
Zeng Xiaoyu’s silver teeth trembled, and the last spiritual strength in her body was already exhausted.
"Master, I am sorry, I am afraid that I will not have the chance to see you again in this life. I am really useless, but the disciples will never humiliate the glory of being your apprentice. Even if I die, I will not let These people use my mysterious gods to do bad things."
Zeng Xiaoyu was unwilling to be at the bottom of his heart.
Although she is the daughter of Xuanyin, but because of her young age, she does not know where the real use of Xuanyin God is. She only knows that she must not fall into the hands of those who have the heart.
She mentioned her mental strength and intended to destroy her body at the end.
It is better to be jade.
"Light rain."
Just when Zeng Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and prepared to know for himself, a voice fell to her ear.
The familiar and intimate voice made Zeng Xiaoyu wake up.
"Master!"
In the eyes of Zeng Xiaoyu, it was incredible.
Could it be that she had an illusion as she died?
"Light rain, it is me, you don't want to be vocal. I am by your side, don't be afraid, there is Master, you will not have anything."
Ye Lingyue feared that Xiao Yu had to be separated again, and Xia Houyi was so arrogant that he was busy with her.
Master is right beside her. How is this possible?
Zeng Xiaoyu’s face is awkward.
Although she was in a fierce battle, she saw it very clearly.
Most people have already escaped. In Xiayang Palace, there is only her, Tianmen deputy and a practitioner named Luo Qing.
How could Master be in this?
Still, Master disguised himself as one of them.
The light of Zeng Xiaoyu’s eyes quickly swept around.
Chang Wu is like laughing and laughing, standing not far away, watching with cold eyes.
In the eyes of the other party, there is obvious hostility towards himself. He obviously cannot be a master.
The only remaining ones... Zeng Xiaoyu quickly swept Luo Qing.
The latter stood in the distance, and the look was not clear.
It was for a moment, when the two eyes met, the latter squinted at Zeng Xiaoyu very quickly.
But his eyes... Zeng Xiaoyu saw the familiar light in Luo Qing’s eyes.
That is the look that Master has.
In the darkness of the ocean, I saw a glimmer of light.
Zeng Xiaoyu’s desperate heart suddenly found the light.
Master, really is Master.
Zeng Xiaoyu suddenly thought about it.
"Master, how did you become that look?"
Zeng Xiaoyu met Ye Lingyue, and some did not respond.
"This is a long story. First think of it against Xiahou. Xiao Yu, Master can't help you, you have to fight back with his own ideas."
Although Ye Lingyue can communicate with Shen Xiaoyu and God, it is still inconvenient to shoot.
"But Master, my pen..."
It was Zeng Xiaoyu.
Her pen is broken, cinnabar is also sprinkled, and she has no way to draw new symbols.
"Light rain, what I said to you before, a real teacher, can't just rely on tools. You don't have a pen, but you can also concentrate your spirits. You also have paper. As for cinnabar, your blood is The best cinnabar."
Ye Lingyue said in a concise manner, and taught Zeng Xiaoyu how to draw a symbol with Xuanyin blood.
Draw a character with blood?
When Zeng Xiaoyu heard it, he couldn’t help but groan.
Everything Ye Lingyue said now, has never been said in the Taixu Shrine.
"Master, is this method really feasible? But I have never practiced it once, and there is no such a character in the temple."
Although it was the reminder of Ye Lingyue, Zeng Xiaoyu was still fighting.
"Everything taught in the Taixu Shrine is just the usual character of the teacher. We have the blood of Xuanyin. This kind of blood is the best material for refining itself. You should first restore some of the spiritual power and start immediately. Painter, I want to call you the method of drawing the devil now."
When Ye Lingyue spoke, Zeng Xiaoyu had already learned the truth.
Although the pattern is powerful, it is also a kind of magic pattern.
As long as he can break the lines and force the Xiahou to retreat, Zeng Xiaoyu will be saved.
Zeng Xiaoyu immediately found out a bottle of meditation water, and did not hesitate to drink a few mouthfuls.
"Oh, the little girl is still not dying, wants to dying, you are so spiritual, in front of this seat, it is simply insignificant."
Xiahou met with Zeng Xiaoyu's small face and thought that she would not break.
I know, but it’s just a few breaths, and Zeng Xiaoyu has changed personally.
As soon as the meditation water entered the abdomen, the mental strength of Zeng Xiaoyu’s body was quickly restored.
She bit her teeth and bite through her fingers.
"What is she doing again?"
Aside from the sidelines, waiting for the two men to lose first, and then waiting for the opportunity to take the opportunity to Chang Wu, witnessed this scene, but also a look of strange, do not understand how Zeng Xiaoyu suddenly act strangely.
"Take God as the pen, use the blood as the ink, and exorcise the evil spirits. Go!"
Zeng Xiaoyu condensed her mental strength, her mental strength condensed together, and the blood of the Yinhong color flashed a piece of blood.
Zeng Xiaoyu left the paper with his left hand and blood on his right hand. Just between the three strokes and two paintings, an exorcism appeared.
Xiahou Yu and Chang Wu, who were present, did not expect that Zeng Xiaoyu could refine the new Fuxi under such a desperate situation.
Moreover, the method of using the hand as the pen and the blood as the cinnabar is not unheard of, and has never been seen before.
When the exorcism came out, he flew toward Xiahou.
The exorcism symbol fell on Xiahou Yu, and the bang blew open.
Xiahou Yu was suddenly overwhelmed by a piece of Fuguang.
"It is!"
Zeng Xiaoyu saw it and was very happy.