Chapter 679: Plot

A muffled sound came from the darkness.
The sound is not big, and it has not attracted anyone's attention. The little devils are nervously watching the robes of the red robe ancestors and Xiaolonger and Bai Niangzi.
In a dark corner, Ye Chuan slowly exhaled a suffocating gas to calm the body's tumbling blood. The war that followed the old devil's black scorpion fell to his feet, and the huge body fell to the ground, but there was not much damage on his body.
Ye Chuan’s plan is very simple. The old demon head, who is attached to the puppet doll, goes out to make a bait to bring the war into the air. He lurks in the darkness and suddenly starts to use it to slam the unpredictable war to the ground. It is not difficult to use Ye Chuan’s current ability to suddenly explode a war, but his purpose is not to get rid of these wars, but to have a bigger plan.
"Ha ha ha, this little baby is mine!"
The old devil's black smirk laughed, and the war fell to the ground. He immediately rushed to the top, and his hands slid up and down to beat the war skull's head, torso and limbs. At the beginning, the war-stricken throat also made a beast-like snoring, struggling to jump up and fight with the old devil's head, and his eyes were red. Slowly, the red eyes calmed down, the eyes were a little fascinated, and then they returned to Shen Wei and let the old devil head black.
"Become, adults, come again!"
The old devil's black scorpion is very excited. His cultivation is far from being restored to its heyday. Nowadays, it can only be attached to the puppet doll. It is not a ghost, but when it comes to the control of war, there is no one in the world. It is comparable to his founder of the ancient trick. Even the ancestors of the sacred door of the semi-sacred realm, the ancestors of the sacred door, are afraid to be inferior in this respect.
Ye Chuan took a heavy stone sarcophagus and stood still in the darkness. It seemed to be transformed into a war without emotional fluctuations. The old devil's black scorpion quickly moved away. It didn't take long before he brought a war back. The two were able to do the same, and they quickly added another helper. The old devil's head was black and haha, and he was even more excited after succeeding. He rushed out again and again, and so on. At most, the old devil's black scorpion even brought back five wars at the same time. Ye Chuan also had a rush of chaos, and with the help of the war shackles that had been controlled, this put the prey down. Slowly, there are fewer and fewer wars that are banned from attacking the Dragon Hall outside.
"Hey, that guy doesn't attack the ban, go to the corner to do something?"
Nearly half an hour later, finally a little demon head noticed the strange, inadvertently turned back, just saw a war 傀儡 arbitrarily stopped the attack on the magic dragon palace ban, turned and walked toward a dark corner. The little devil whispered a few times and walked over doubtfully. As a result, he was quickly stunned.
In the darkness, standing in a long row of wars, there are no more than seventy at least fifty, and most of the wars that were ordered to attack the magic dragon palace were rushed here, standing one by one in the dark, motionless. Like a zombie warrior who climbed out of the grave.
There is no life consciousness, and the war is always from the war. How come it suddenly runs here and is still arranged in such a neat pattern?
The little devil's head is creepy, instinctively feels wrong, and he has to run out to call the police. Cold, I just turned to a palm and appeared in front of me. I was slammed and shot down on the ground. Followed by, a small doll rushed up, and he was slammed on the body for a few moments, and he couldn’t make a soft move. He opened his mouth and wanted to cry for help but couldn’t make a sound. The body gradually became numb and the soul seemed to drift away from the top. Go away.
This is, Dafa!
The little devil's face suddenly looked pale and unmanned, and he was scared and stunned. As a disciple, he naturally knows what is going on. Some people are showing up Dafa to reinvent themselves into a war without life and consciousness. It seems that this person's accomplishments in Dafa are still very powerful, and they can be easily and easily displayed without any aids and props.
It’s cool to reproduce your opponent’s life into a war of eternal life. But it’s horrible to be manipulated by others to make a flaw.
The little devil trembled, preferring to bite his tongue and commit suicide. He was not willing to become a cockroach that was not as good as death. Unfortunately, the conscious body was unable to move, and even the bite of the tongue could not be done, just like the fish on the cutting board.
"Ha ha ha, the 63rd, this kid is not very good, but the bones are tall, you can refine it into a war that is good at melee." The old devil is black and laughs, laughing than catching Liu Hong. The girl is still happy.
With the fact that he is not a ghost or a ghost, even if you really catch a little girl with a fine skin and tender meat, you can only look at it and you can't do anything. On the contrary, controlling a war, this is a good thing. With a great army, he can call the wind and rain to reproduce the style of the ancient ancestors. It is no longer just a dream to collect the heavenly treasures that reshape the flesh.
"Okay, black, let him go."
A young voice came faintly, and the little devil who was trembling in the darkness saw a ray of light in the boundless darkness, trying to open his eyes, only to find that a tall, young man was talking. His face was calm and he didn't seem to be shocked by anything under the sun. His eyes were filled with faint lingering sadness and a heavy stone sarcophagus on his shoulder.
"Adult, it's hard to catch a living, why do you let him go like this?" The old devil's black scorpion stopped, but his face was unwilling, and his heart was somewhat puzzled.
Ye Chuan ordered the death of Liu Hong’s son-in-law to give her a break. This is understandable. After all, I met each other. Over the years, I saw her end up like this, and the big hatred could not be hated. But what is caught now is a little devil head, and Ye Chuansu did not know each other, why let him go?
"Hey, black, are you so eye-catching?"
Ye Chuan shook his head and sighed with a sigh. "It's a rare challenge for you to get out of the dragon. It's a challenge for you. It's also a new opportunity. It's like a new life. Black, I ask you, do you need a few shackles, or a sect? ?"
"Adult, you mean..."
The old devil's black eyes were bright, and suddenly he woke up. He went to Ye Chuan with respect and respect. "Thank you for the advice of the adults, ask the adults to take the shots and help the subordinates to rebuild their tricks!"
"Well, you can understand it. You don't have to rebuild your voice from scratch. Isn't it the best choice to call one of the eight great magic gates of the wild world? Get up, you have been with me for many years. You have to rebuild the sect, I will naturally not stand by. The Winged Legion, and even the Clouds, are your backing!"
Ye Chuan said faintly, his eyes were sharp.
Knowing the relationship between the old devil and the scorpion, his plot is far from being as simple as controlling a few cockroaches. It’s a pity to kill this little devil. Pull it over to become your own team, and gradually infiltrate and control the entire demon door, that is what the big players should do.