Chapter 295: Mysticism, obliterate pupil

　　 Kill people invisible.
　　The sword spirit dragon attacked, and it took the life of Song Xunshan!
　　Matsuyama Xunshan fell slowly, his face covered with pleats was totally incredible! !
Dormant in this Lihuagou for so many years, deceived countless people, strengthened the Yinling stockade, and will soon be exposed to the Yinling spells of the higher gods, and will soon be recognized by the higher stocks, and die so easily. A few outsiders.
　　The blood flow continued, and the ghouls controlled by Matsu Xunshan also began to twitch, and soon they were like puppets with cut threads, turning into a pool of rotten corpses!
　　 "Father!!"
　　 Song Luo roared, his whole figure resembling an angry beast.
　　 Around him, there appeared a few Dirty Night Sanglong and the Wraith Sanglong, trying to kill him to avenge Song Xunshan.
However, the Shenmu Qingshenglong possessing a demon shadow has shown a stronger suppressing power. Both the Dirty Night Sanglong and the Wraith Sanglong can hardly cross its magic vine domain, and you can see those twisting weird magic vines like a The body of the dragon is hideous and terrifying. Both the Dirty Night Sanglong and the Silly Sanglong cannot escape death, let alone the lower-level Batwing Sanglong...
　　 "I want to kill all of you, I want to make you into skeletons!!" Song Luo yelled angrily.
　　 "self-inflicted!" Zhu Minglang said disdainfully.
　　 drew the sword spirit dragon with his fingers, Zhu Minglang once again displayed the sword technique he had only realized not long ago!
　　 Firefly Sword-Panlong!
　　 The sword is like a firefly, intertwined gorgeously.
　　 They are spreading towards the surroundings a little bit with the winding sword air current. Although the overall movement is slow, the circling sword shadow composed of thousands of sword fires makes the mourning dragons in the mountains nowhere to dodge!
　　 The sword is dazzling, the sword is fierce, and the life of a dragon is harvested like a wheat ear!
　　 At the same time, Bingchen Bailong also displayed a more domineering Canglong Profound Art. The bright moon in the night sky seemed to turn into Bingchen Bailong's ice eyes, and the light of the moon shone on this barren mountain!
　　 The mountains and the earth, as if crushed by some force, turned into cold dust in an instant.
　　 And those mourning dragons who tried to trap the Zhu Minglang people, under this gaze, they were also wiped out! !
　　 Hundreds of mourning dragons were annihilated under the gaze of Bingchen Bailong's death, and Bai Qi, who had reshaped the blood of the blue dragon, seemed to have gained a stronger power of the blue dragon. This extinguishing pupil was a mysterious technique it had never mastered before!
　　Fire Qilin Dragon and Shenmu Qingshenglong also showed the supreme dragon power, and the sang dragon that came in the tide would soon collapse into an army!
　　 "Without the fruit of enlightenment, these dragons of yours are nothing more than this!" Zhu Minglang said.
　　 "I want you to pay for my life!!" Song Luo roared.
　　 "Flying sword, Jian Shuo!"
　　 Zhu Minglang suddenly pointed his hand forward, and saw a dark red sharp sword light passing like a silk thread among the gorgeous sword fire in the sky!
　　 "Huh!"
In front of 　　 Songluo, there are several violent mourning dragons, they are strong, mighty and fierce.
　　 But the sword spirit dragon, the silky sword, directly penetrated the bodies of these violent dragons, like arrows piercing thin leaves, accurately hitting Song Luo's heart!
　　 Blood oozes out of his chest, and quickly covers his whole body.
　　 Songluo also couldn't believe that, as the future leader of Yinlingzhai, he would be killed by these people who were playing around with him!
　　 He persuaded his father, Song Xunshan, these people are very strong, and unless people from other villages come, they cannot easily attack them.
　　 But Songluo also didn't want these people who sensed the secret of the stockade to leave.
　　 Blood has changed from oozing to gushing, and at the same time that he lost his ability to manipulate, the dragon around him rushed towards him, and immediately gave Songluo, who still had a few breaths, to eat!
　　 Death's patron? ?
　　Perhaps Sanglong is just using these self-proclaimed death gods to enjoy more killing feasts! !
　　Evil dragons mostly eat their masters. These dragons without real spiritual covenant are still very different from the orthodox dragon shepherd.
Losing dragons is a scourge, Zhu Minglang and Nan Yusuo did not intend to stay alive, let Bingchen Bailong freeze the mountain, and then the fire Qilin dragon and Shenmu Qingshenglong will be responsible for the mopping up. The Dragon and the Dirty Night Sanglong, or other special species among Sanglong.
　　 If these mourning dragons are really hiding, Zhu Minglang would really have difficulty finding them. For now, Song Luo and Song Xunshan, the two old conspirators, came and sent them by themselves, perfectly catching them all! !
　　 "Those bat-winged funeral dragons are running away." Hu Bailing pointed to a group of funeral dragons hiding in the forest.
　　 "I...I can call them back." Mairou, a young master of Yin Ling, whispered.
Just when Zhu Minglang was puzzled, a strange light wafted from the girl's purple eyes, and she saw the dead Song Xunshan suddenly stood up and staggered, her eyes hollow, like A living puppet.
　　The Nether Spiritist girl is controlling the dead Songxunshan? ?
　　 Song Xunshan stretched out his palm, and the blood streak spread to the forest.
As if being called out, the bat-winged dragons that were about to escape flew back one by one. Their eyes were greedy and evil, and their flying posture was quite weird. They instinctively chose to escape, but their hearts were manipulated by bewitching. Up!
　　 Flying back, just waiting to die!
The fire unicorn dragon was already standing there, preparing a noble flame burial ground for these bat-winged funeral dragons. Many of the bat-winged funeral dragons fell to the ground out of balance. They grabbed the soil and the earth with their claws, struggling for everything Fleeing from the flames, their wings fly into the flames reluctantly, revealing a bit of fearless tragedy! !
　　 "Your people have been raising these lost dragons?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"No~EbookFREE.me~ We used to only learn the art of Yinling. I don't know when, some Yinlingshi who can communicate with the dragon appeared in the stockade, so the Yinlingshi of the dragon appeared. Song Luo is the Sanglong Yin Spiritist."
　　 "Can only he control the funeral dragon?" Zhu Minglang then asked.
　　 "The Song family father and son are just the gatekeepers of our Yinlingzhai. There are stronger Yinlingers in Lihuagou. You leave quickly, they will never give up!" The Yinlinger girl teacher Mei Rou said.
　　 "Then what do you do?" Li Xinghua said.
　　 "I...I..." The Yin Lingshi girl didn't know how to answer for a while.
Lihuagou, the first village and the second village are actually an outpost. The real evil spiritists are hidden in the fifth and sixth villages. Every once in a while, they will send several evil spiritists to take over the first village. The Yin Min and the Sanglong raised in the Second Village.
　　 Although Song Luo and Song Xun Shan who knew that were both dead, she didn't know how to bring this lie to the end.
　　 She doesn't want to see outsiders enter Lihuagou again and be cruelly refined into yin.
　　 is also afraid that he will be punished by the Yinlingers!
　　 "Master, take her down the mountain, the Yinling Village of Lihuagou should not be able to accommodate her." At this time, Li Xinghua said to Zhu Minglang.
　　 "Let's leave now." Zhu Minglang nodded.
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