Vol 2 Chapter 3770: Witch dying

There was no look on the face of the spirit, and the savory and somewhat agitated meaning, asked, "The girl has nothing to do with the new Witch King! Why not let her go?".
The Witch King is a little angry and ruined: "But this girl has nothing to do with the new Witch King!"

How is it okay?
The apse is even more strange.
It doesn’t matter if you let her wait here for ten years?

"Who is the new Witch King? Why don't I know?" Wu Wang's eyes turned, and it was very strange to ask.
"Oh..." The sneer sneered, looking at the waist of the Witch King, "I don't know anything else, but the new Witch King has already appeared, this thing... I know better than anyone else! He was born. I want to be suppressed by me..."
The Witch King is helpless. He knows the spirit deeply. He also knows that he can't compare with the cleverness of Jiu Xia. Jiu Xia can convince the spirit to let her go. I am afraid that I can't. However, in the worst case, he has already prepared, and he has been arguing with the apse for half an hour. This is apologetic to see the child: "Children, it is a grievance!"
Zi Ming sweet smiled: "Wu Wang, look at what you said! Previously, the younger generation did not know, thinking that you are always in Wuwangzhai. It is here that you understand that you have always been the inheritance of my soul. Repression is here, your old grievances... It’s difficult for the younger generation, let’s say, since the younger generation has to bear a false name, how can it not be paid?

"That's good..." The Witch nodded and looked at the direction of the space. It was the location of the Houtu Village. He whispered, "If you don't go out, Xiaozhenren... it's better!"
Zi Ming’s face is reddish, but there are some regrets in her eyes. She knows that if she does not go back, Xiao Hua may not mention the new witch king with Wu Lao, but if she is not in the face of Wu Lao, she will listen to Xiao. Hua personally admitted that she was somewhat unwilling in her heart! The woman’s heart... is as strong as the Witch King or can’t fully understand it.
After arguing for a long time, the apex seems to be tired too, and the figure disappears and disappears. I don’t know whether to ponder humanity or to ponder new names.
The Witch King seems to be tired too, and his figure is standing there, like a sculpture, and he hasn’t moved for half a day! Zi Ming has been in this space for ten years, and naturally he is also familiar with himself. He is self-consciously urging the soul and secretly retreating himself.
The time passed slowly, I don’t know when the Witch King woke up, and the dragon tail began to swing slightly at the bottom of the space, and the glimpse of the glimpse of the glimpse of the stone-like seal.
Zi Ming blinked and saw that the breath of the blood of the Nether was like a silky birth. She was quite surprised, but she did not ask anything. She looked at her eyes and closed her eyes.
Zi Mingben thought that the Witch King is calculating what, the dragon tail swings at will, but who knows the Witch King is free... It is enough for ten days!
Seeing the atmosphere of the Nether, the atmosphere became more and more intense, and even the spirits showed their physique. Looking at the swirling whistle that was already a few feet in size: "What are you doing?"
"Why?" Wu Lao was not angry with the white spirit, cold and cold, "The old man is watching how you intercepted the old man's witch king on the same day! According to the power of the ghost of my soul, it is better than the Buddha." The bitter sea of ​​the country is more intense, how can it be intercepted by you?"
"Haha..." The sorrow laughed. "The ghost of a million mirages is suppressed by my bitter sea. How can your Witch King make it over 18 layers of hell? You still don't think about it!"
"No!" Wu Lao resolutely shook his head. "The old man must find a way to restrain the bitter sea!"
"Cut..." The spirit is like a grin. "Don't dare to call myself an old man in front of me? I don't know how old I am!"
Wu Laodong had a look at the spirit, and no more to say, the dragon tail is still swinging, and the brows on the face are crumpled, just like the hard thinking.
"Nothing!" The spirits look at the old witch, swearing, and the pair is clear, "Zi Ming, what do you mean by my name?"
Zi Ming thought about it for a moment, and he said something like this: "But all the names are given by the mother-in-law! If you want to take a name, you can ask your mother, you ask me what to do. ?"
"爹娘?" The screaming screamed, and said, "Who is my mother? I don't know?"
"Even you don't even know, how can I know?" Zi Ming was asking again, then she turned her eyes again and smiled. "Of course, if you want me to help you, let me out first, I Go to Million Mengshan to help you find..."
"Cut, you thought I was stupid!" The sneer sneered. "You don't see the new Witch King, you can't leave!"
"It doesn't matter!" Ziming shrugged. "My sister-in-law knows that I am here, and I will go back to find them later!"
"What about my mother?" The sorrow seemed to be crying, but the look on his face was still crying like ice.
Shouting, the mirage disappeared again, fearing that it was really looking for a place to find your own mother! The Wing Wang brows a pick, the golden dragon-colored scales at the waist suddenly fall silently into the whirlpool, seeing the dragon scales fall, the Witch King is also a "snap" of three bloodspockets into it, the green 篆文 again Stimulating, "hey..." weird sound, the road is like a phantom lotus-like lacquer black lotus petals gradually born from the void...
"Chen, what are you doing??" The sorrow suddenly appeared. It was incredible to look at the dark lotus petals and exclaimed. "You...you intervene in the reincarnation. Don't you want to live? Not good! New The Witch King..."
Saying, "Boom..." In the flame, a bitter sea of ​​blood fell from the air, it was on the lotus petals of the Nether Lotus. "Brush..." If the same way, the Buddha's light is born, but see the Buddha's light. Inside, the dragon scales are revealed, and the nine-color cadre within the dragon scale is also revealed! A heavy force of life is covered by the layers of Buddha light...
"Damn!" The Witch King saw it in a low-pitched manner, and the strange green light made a huge green slogan. This green singer made a squeaking voice, and a huge hurricane force was born out of thin air. This force bursts out and the whole seal The space is shaking, the space is folded into thousands of layers, each layer reveals the light and shadow of the twelve great gods, each layer reveals the endless Wumen Mountains!
However, waiting for the Buddha light that fell to the runner, "Boom..." The shadow of Sumiyama was born, falling like a real thing, where the space was flattened, the light and shadow were crushed, and the mountains were endless. Also cut off...
"Oh..." Seeing that it will be defeated, the Witch King is not willing to roar.
"Oh..." The strange sound of the whistling sound came out of the flat space. In the shadow of light and shadow, a tall, handsome young man stepped out from the light and shadow. This young man appeared, the figure of the Witch King. The "Boom..." sounded louder, as if the space was straightened out, even if it was Sumiyama... it was lifted! The sound of the roar of heaven and earth rises...
"Brush..." Between the electric and the Flint, a blood shadow that is surrounded by the green and the sky is flying out of the dragon's tail and falls into the body of the young man. The young man's body is full of thunder. Then, it turns into a light and shadow that rushes into the rotation of the wheel.
"Chen, what are you doing?" cried out in anger.
"This is human nature!" The young man turned his head slightly, and the eyebrows were filled with supreme tenacity. The thin lips opened and said, "It is impossible for you to understand in your life!"
With this voice, "Boom..." The young man's soul is broken and turned into a thousand fine rippled soul silk. This soul smashes the Buddha's condensed wheel, and blocks the previous vortex. Thousands of soul silks are like boiling waters that are extremely tumbling!
"This..." Everything was between the electric and the flint, and Ziming had no reaction at all. Even she was pushed to the edge of space under the giant force. However, this could not prevent her from stunned and watching the rolling soul. At that place, the familiarity of the late Ming dynasty is rapidly dissipating, and the voice of the sorcerer’s death is also from the inside:
Ha ha, the old man understands! The new Wu Wangming is indeed born here. ... He was not born here, nor was born in Xiaoyu mainland, nor was he born in Yilin. As for where he wore the body, it depends on the gift of the great god! It looks... the old man The first time I applied the technique of the gods, there was no mistake..."
"Damn!" The singer was also angry, cried. "You are wrong, I don't know, I know that you have already lost your soul, and you can't revolve in the world!"
"I am willing!" The voice of the Witch King is getting smaller and smaller, and the soul is getting less and less. Then look at the human face that will be supported by Mishan. Now it has become a statue. Can't move anymore, but the voice of Wu Wang's death still lingers in the statue of the god. "Only knowing how to give up can understand human nature! Spirit, you may not understand!"
After that, the soul of the Winged King turned into the last force of the soul to shred the power of the Buddha's reincarnation, and the lotus petals of the ghost of the soul were slowly closed, and the dragon scales were also colored. The disappearance disappeared without a trace.
"Oh..." The sorrow seems to be standing there in a lonely way, to see the sea of ​​blood that has slowly disappeared, and to look at it and turn it into a statue of a god, without any breath of human face. Sigh, "Is this human nature? Why don't I understand?"
With this sound, the physical form of the dynasty slowly disappeared.
"I... can I go now?" Zi Ming resisted the sorrow and hurriedly shouted.
It is a pity that the priest simply ignores the child, and seems to be thinking about passing away. It seems that the words of Zi Ming are not worthy of his answer!
Zi Ming’s voice seems to ring in the empty cave, and it will not scatter for a long time!
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