Chapter 1497: Group of ghost dances (3)

Chapter 1497 Group Ghost Dance (3)
Because the robes of the yellow robes are not enough, they can't drop the ‘the devil’!
The wise man thought in his heart and looked at the 'battlefield' with sympathy. He saw that the white-shirted ghost was impatient. He slammed the yellow robe priest and kicked the yellow robe priest and flew out. On the big tree, it bounced back again, and fell heavily on the ground. The screaming screams penetrated the clouds and rang through the clouds: "Ah..."
Fu Fu’s main hospital was suddenly dead.
"Master." The two little children first reacted, and quickly ran to the front of the yellow robes, and carefully helped him.
At this time, the yellow robes of the Taoist priests were swollen, the nose was snorted, and the eyes were swollen with only one slit left. They could not see the original appearance, and the burning pain on his face made him anger in his chest. Waved and opened the hand of the little boy, in the complicated eyes of the sly, sly, and the little sly, the evil command: "Leave me, you two, go and destroy the ghost." For a long time, he has never been so embarrassed, this abominable ghost, he must destroy her, to relieve the hatred of the heart...
The little children heard the words and bowed their heads: "Master...the master, the disciples are not that big..."
The sound of mosquitoes and flies, the yellow robe priests look like iron blue, and screamed: "Useless things." Waving open the little boy, he stood up, his hands smashed, a yellow-red light Suddenly vacated, blasted in the dark night, a young Taoist who was wearing a yellow robe climbed the high wall and jumped into Fu Fu. They held a long mahogany sword in their hands, and a sly charm, alert Looking to the white ghost.
The yellow robe priest smiled and said: "There is a devil, and there are many rewards."
"Yes." The yellow robes of the Taoist priests took the life, waved the mahogany sword, and ruthlessly rushed toward the white sorcerer.
The white ghost is not in a hurry, hehe smiled: "Looking for help, I also have." The words, the white ghost patted the clap, a large group of cloaks, the face of the male ghosts and ghosts appeared behind him, under his gesture, eyes Instantly became blood red, his mouth was wide, and he screamed, and the wicked priests rushed over...
In an instant, the yellow robe priests and the white ghosts rushed together, the mahogany swords swayed, the spells flew, the claws and the claws, the sleeves smashed and the scene was chaotic...
Fu Fu’s 丫鬟, 嬷嬷, 厮 远远 远远 , , , , , 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远 远远As long as he is so big, he (she) still sees the Taoist and the ghost fight for the first time. Moreover, this one is not one-on-one, or one-to-many, but many-to-many, large-scale group... ...oh...
The number of Taoist priests and the number of devils seem to be similar. I don’t know who wins and who loses in the end...
Fu Fu, the master of Fufu, stood far away and looked at the chaotic battlefield. His sharp eyes swept over the ghosts who were dressed in white robes. There was no blood in the face of a white face: 甄淳, 甄二叔,甄Three uncles, four uncles... 甄 old lady, big lady, 甄 two ladies, 甄 three ladies... 甄大公子, 甄二公子, 甄三公子...
That Zhang Yanyan, even if he has disappeared in his world for a few months, he can still recognize them accurately, but they are no longer the people he knows, but become ghosts and become dressed. The prison uniform, the shawl, the scar, the ghost that he cut his head...
They are dead, so they become a devil, come back and ask him for revenge...
"Fu Yi, I am still coming, I am still coming..." Two white prisoners knocked down their opponents, and they saw Fu Yi, eyes stunned, fiercely rushing toward him, the burning flaming in the scorpion I’m angry, I want to take him away...
Fu Yi suddenly widened his eyes and wanted to avoid the white prisoners, but he didn't know if it was too cold or how, how could he not move, and he saw the claws of the white prisoner's claws piercing his chest. A peach-wood sword stretched out out of thin air and waved to the two white prisoners: "The obstacles are broken and the people are hurt."
The white prisoner was forced to retreat, waving long claws and coming to fight...
Fu Yi was relieved for a long time, only to find that his back was soaked with sweat, his legs and arms were soft, and he could not use his slightest strength. His body was also trembled slightly, and his heart was secretly glad: Okay, at a critical juncture, Daoguan Dao grew his hand and opened the ghost. Otherwise, he is probably a fierce and rare...
Fu Yi gratefully looked at the yellow robe priests, only the yellow robes of the nose and green face were holding the mahogany sword, fighting with the two white prisoners, the swollen high cheeks, suddenly look, very funny, look carefully, but it is Very reliable.
I hope that Daochang can get rid of the devil, destroy the ghost, and he is quiet and peaceful.
Fu Yi prayed in his heart, watching the battlefield for a moment, and saw that the fight between the yellow robe priests and the white prisoners had reached the state of incandescence. The yellow robe priests and the white prisoners were injured more or less. The more fierce and fierce, the mutual disappointment, whether you die or not, is the frame of my death...
Suddenly, ‘brushing! A few sounds, the mahogany swords of the yellow robe priests, cut to the necks of the white prisoners, cut their heads down, and slammed on the ground...
The yellow robe priests were too late to be happy. The few ghosts who had no heads had smashed into their heads, picked up their heads, and reached their necks... there was a ghost who was not safe at the same time, holding the head. Debugged on his neck a few times...
They are well-headed, and like normal ghosts, they fight with the yellow robe priests...
丫鬟: "..."
嬷嬷: "..."
Xiao Yan: "..."
Huang Pao Taoist: "..."
There were several yellow robes and priests who took the lead in returning to God. They did not believe in evil and took a big curse to the nearby white prisoners. They glared at the gaps in their cursing spells, and they slashed their swords and threw them down... ... a dozen heads fell to the ground, rolling around...
The headless ghosts ran forward, picked up their heads and settled on their necks...
After being safe, I blinked to show that my head and body were connected...
丫鬟: "..."
嬷嬷: "..."
Xiao Yan: "..."
Huang Pao Taoist: "..."
"Ghosts...Ghosts..." I don't know who shouted such a sentence. The yellow robe priests still had a strong heart and instantly collapsed, turned around and ran out without heading back...
The yellow robe priests ran, oh, oh, the little screams, and ran out: the head fell, and the came back... This picture is too horrible, too scary... he (she) is going to Being scared to death, he (she) should not stay here again...
(End of this chapter)