Vol 4 Chapter 66: 37

[~ City ~ Literature ~] Chapter 66 Chapter 37
On the road, the sage barbarians only care about chasing and killing the raccoon and other people, even if they encountered obstacles to defeat the other party and clear the road, so Liu Zheng, rabbit demon, lama, Xia Boss and Rainbow Brothers did not have any casualties.
But after meeting the five thousand corpses figurines, they finally excited the blood-thirsty and warlike nature of the scorpion. It seems that they have forgotten why they came, and they are entangled with the corpse figurines in a crazy, and fierce battle. The ancient blood of the wild and wild is swaying sharply, and the earth scorpion finally has the absolute advantage until Qin Zhuo suddenly understood at this moment, for the old rabbit demon and the like, the earth is not not killing, but disdain, wooden disdain
The figurines are scattered and lost ...
Qin Zhuo ’s eyes were anxious and strange. He did n’t understand why the corpse figurines did n’t fight suddenly, so he went to work as a funeral worker.
After the formation of the corpse figurines was scattered, hundreds of people were strangled by the other party only a few minutes before and after, and only thirty or so larvae were thrown into the Huoding. Home
The nineteenth thought machine is not comparable to the ugly man Qin Cong, but the heart is still hanging high, and has begun to mobilize the true element, trying to loose the black scale seal
The situation on the battlefield is now clear, the corpses are unwilling to fight, one by one, they are knocked down one by one, and after a few body convulsions, they can no longer climb, even if 19 knows that the strange behavior of the corpses must be Profound meaning, but they are not in front of any elite, what kind of power, but the land that should not appear in the world and have been punished by the gods> The barbarians are in the dominant land> How can they rely on one or two? If the magic moves back to the disadvantage, if it is so simple, the barbarian ca n’t reach the depths of Qinling
More and more figurines are being killed by the ground, I am afraid that it will not take much effort, the corpse figurines will be slaughtered, and the eyes of the earth scorpion have returned from the happiness to the wood and calm
The corpse figurines are dying more and more: Quickly, now even the red pot can't sit, looking up at Xiaowu and some baby's fat chin knock: "What the do corpse figurines do? If you go on like this ..."
Xiao Wu's face is very unsightly, and his voice is a little thin. The Buddha is saying a sad thing: "There are a total of 777 mourning trips here, and the suffering of the world is not as good as death. So the corpse figurines I called must be a multiple of three and seven "
Seeing that the corpses are getting less and less, the red pot is so anxious that he grinds his mouth and skin, and he has no intention of going to the world with Xiaowu. How can there be such a terrible misery: "Sister Auntie, please do n’t quote the scriptures. If you do n’t rely on the corpse figurines "Pu Lao took their scales off and let's escape"
There are nearly five thousand people from the bottom of the land, and now there are only more than one thousand corpses.
There are more than two thousand people left in the ground scorpion, which is a little different from the ground combat power, twice the number of their own land, plus the corpse figurines are still busy catching people in groups of three or five.
Xiao Wudi's eyes became darker, ignoring the red pot and urging: "The real fighting power of the corpse figurines should be matched until the number of the mourning land is only seven or seven, but it must be sacrificed by a living person. Now the corpse figurines are at the time of grabbing the living people to sacrifice to the seven or seven corpse figurines remaining ... "As he said, his face suddenly burst into four words from the tiny teeth: "Sky cry"
The red pot opened his mouth for a moment, and then hesitantly asked: "Really?" Then he waited for the boy to answer and shake his head first: "The child's mouth is full of nonsense. If so, you just called out five thousand corpses. Figurines? A maximum of two thousand is enough for 777 to wait for the rest of the war to catch people "
Xiao Wudi's eye circles suddenly turned red: "You don't understand that the Dharma Ding of the mourning family actually occupied the 777 evil points of the dragon vein and Yin eyes. The evil spirits in the evil points can't see the sky, and it will definitely lead to a place somewhere in the world. Every time Dajie sacrifices the tripod with a living person, there will always be a moment for the evil cave to enter the funeral tripod and see the sun again. "
The red pot was completely confused and asked, "What ... mean?"
"In the final analysis, these 777 corpse figurines' sudden increase in funeral power was obtained by applying charcoal from somewhere in the world and exchanged with a drifting pestle. I had previously awakened 5,000 corpse figurines, but I didn't want to go to the step of sacrifice to the living." Xiao Wu stretched his hand and rubbed his eyes
The red pot now fully understands, not only did it not sigh like a 囡囡, but instead laughed: "Little baby's mind is too soft, for living a loved one, it is nothing to provoke a catastrophe ..."
Xiaowu finally shed tears and shook his head sobbing: "You still don't understand, Changzi, awl, Wen Leyang, I will do it even if I pay a thousand mourning trips to keep them from dying, and I can do it, and Not crying is not sad, it ’s just two different things ... "Then, he grabbed the red pot out of his arms and shook it vigorously, and finally cried out with a wow:" It's all your toads who are not good "Little Although he was young in the fifth year, he also learned the unreasonableness of Chang Zi
The red pot was swaying in Xiaowu's hands, and looked at the mourning trip not far away. He was close to himself for a moment, and then far away after a moment. He opened his mouth abruptly and struggled with all his strength: "You, you ... Be careful Some living people mourning the tripod can lead to human disaster. If you accidentally sacrifice this ancient giant evil to the tripod, the sky will not collapse ... "
After all, it ’s a doll ’s heart, and after hearing the strange whisper of the red pot, he could n’t help but chuckled, and at this moment, the wailing cried out from the Yinding came to an end, and then Qin Zhuan, 19 Waiting for someone's body to sink, the ghastly corpse that has been wrapping around them suddenly becomes heavy. This feeling is like swimming in the autumn lake, but suddenly the lake has formed a strong ice
Those places that are struggling to kill the figurines are also under sudden pressure, invariably stagnation for a moment
There are still 777 dead figurines who are still alive.
Immediately, the crying started again, but this time the crying was no longer the strange noise of the burning flame, but the real one from those who appeared in the wilderness and never heard a voice.
Hong Hu was shocked and unable to struggle. He gripped his fingers tightly, staring dumbfounded at the barbarian who was about to win a big victory, but suddenly burst into tears, muttering and muttering: "Why do they ... Cried?"
Although Xiaowu is still young, she is also a woman, and she has already buckled her guilt of corpse figurines and paying tribute to Yinding to the barbarian's head, and sneered bitterly: "The number of seven sufferings has become, the ghost Of course, it ’s them
Not only was the red pot wondering, but even the scorpion did n’t understand why he suddenly burst into tears, but neither his own crying, nor the sudden heavy yin gas could wipe out his instinct to kill the powerful enemy. It ’s just that after a moment of trance, they do n’t care how much they swell in their throats, or how much tears they squirt from their eye sockets, they put their whole spirit on the corpse figurines, leaving only a few hundred funerals left.
There are more than two thousand people
In the battlefield, two ground scorpions firmly held a corpse figurine. Before crying, they twisted each other's legs, and after a momentary loss of mind, they entangled the crippled corpse figurines. The body is at the same time, they have almost heard the groaning blast from the vertebrae of the corpse figurine. The Buddha feels the wonderful feeling that the stiff and cold corpse figurine brings to them when they are broken.
The popping sound of the crack came as expected, and the two places felt that their arms were light at the same time, and they frowned, but it was their own arms that were broken during this popping ...
The corpse figurine had obviously broken his legs, but unreasonably jumped up his hands and waved a mighty force that was simply irresistible. The hunting trend just reversed suddenly in a blink of an eye. From a ferocious jackal to a quail with its wings ripped off
The corpse figurines jumped up while grasping the shoulders of the two enemies, followed by raising their arms. Like two blood gourds, they were thrown to a Yinding not far away ... The earth scorpion had no wits, even when hunting When Yin Yin caught them, they still didn't understand what happened ...
Every living figurine moved, and as the number of three or seven met, they merged with this dragon vein's Yinyan and Zhenxue, and moved faster than lightning, interspersed among the large group of barbarians. , After being cruelly torn off their hands and feet one by one, they were thrown mercilessly into Yinyan
The naughty voice is indistinguishable, and he is still explaining to others, maybe just talking and speaking, to relieve the pressure in his heart: "Thirty-seven of the corpse figurines must throw living people into one shot. Mourning Ding, even the continuation of the Master, is unclear, whether they are to protect this Yinshan eye, or to sacrifice Ding to cause disaster to the world. "
The blood was still radiant and splashing, but the cries continued no longer as a battle, but as a completely unequal slaughter. The time before and after was only half a scent of incense, and the remaining two thousand places were all killed. The figurine was thrown into the mourning tripod
Four thousand barbarians fought against five thousand corpse figurines. It took half a day before and after the corpse figurines collapsed and sacrificed mourning trips with living people. But after three or seven, less than eight hundred corpse figurines slaughtered two thousand barbarians, but It took only ten minutes
Yin Yan's crying for a long time
When the last sting was thrown into the mourning trip, it was like what the 囡囡 had said before, all the corpses figurines seemed to have been cast by a person. After the body shook a few times, they stood still on the ground. Don't move
The red pot let out a sulking breath and smiled, saying something inexplicable: "It's a little interesting" Followed by and looked at the chang ci and others who still can't move a little, some asked Xiao Wu in wonder: "How many of them, how come Can't move? "
The boy smiled reluctantly: "It's not over yet, they can move when the cry breaks, and then there will be a scourge in the world wherever they don't know." After taking a long breath, he calmly calmed down his mind , Reminded Qin Zhuo and others who could only listen but said: "After a while, I will restore my strength and walk out of the mountain together to remove the black scales of Dad or the corpse ..."
Xiao Wu ’s remarks were not finished yet. The hundreds of corpses that had just stood suddenly moved again, turned around and strode towards the living place of Changzi and others, with no expression on his face, in the dark hole of his eyes, Glittering and cold
The boy was taken aback, screaming in a tone that no one could understand, just about to stand up, the corpse figurine suddenly accelerated, the wind generally passed her, and reached out and pinched Wen Leyang's neck. What happened was Wen Leyang, who was seriously dying and dying. He was clearly sealed by five scales. The corpse figurines just poured out, and he never looked at him, but now he was taken away again.
Wen Leyang absorbed the strange poisons in the world, and he has long become a veritable poison. However, the life and death poison is always entangled in his body. Unless he works hard, the poison will never overflow. Under normal circumstances, even if Licking him with his tongue out will only feel a bit salty ...
But since returning from Lishan for the second time, Wen Leyang's body contains not only life and death poison, but also the water and blue poison left by Tuo Xie's ancestors. Looking at the world, it can be said that this is the world ranking. The first and second two highly toxic poisons tear and engulf each other. The aquatic poison wants to disperse the life and death poison, and the complete poisoning of Wen Leyang's life and death poison protects the Lord ...
On the way to escape from the corpse, the venomous battle was limited to his body. Later, the two virulences became more and more fierce. Just a short time ago, there was a fierce collision, and there were countless pieces. An absolutely poisonous turbid current, swimming around in Wen Leyang's body, whether it is a life or death poison or aquatic poison, which is a small poisonous stream that can not hurt the fifth brother, but smelt those small scales. A piece of cake
Wen Leyang is still alive
Life and death poison barely controlled his upper body at the moment, but after the scales on the feet were eroded by the poison, the scales could no longer seal his vitals. There was a living person behind the corpse figurine. Will not be merciless
Xiaowu was exhausted when he awakened the five thousand corpse figurines not long ago, watching the corpse robbing Wen Leyang gritted his teeth and teeth, and struggling with the last trace of strength in his body, crying and sorrowing the rod to the corpse figurine.
Almost at the same time, a big one-armed man croaked loudly at the feet of the crowd and appeared straight beside the 囡囡, throwing Xiaowu out with one wave of one arm, and the fifth brother came
The broken arm of the drought was not far enough, and even the figure was staggering. After swinging back from Xiaowu, his face was black and whispered: "Don't you die?"
The corpse figurines have just been killed in a massacre. At this time, they are very sadistic. Even the small five born here will attract their backlash if they are attacked rashly. More than 700 corpse figurines are dragged by the mourning trip and Yinshan eye. , Already integrated, as soon as you fight back, everyone is working together
The corpse figurine grabbed Wen Leyang's neck and plundered towards a mourning trip not far away
Wen Leyang's upper body is still under the control of life and death poison, and there is no poisonous overflow, and the corpse figurines that caught him are useless.
The other corpse figurines seemed to perceive the hostility of Xiaowu, and all turned around, staring coldly at the 囡囡 and Han Wu
Even Qin Zhuo, who has the least knowledge, can understand it. As long as someone tries to save Wen Leyang, he will be immediately killed by the corpse figurines mercilessly in the eyes of the corpse figurines. Xiaowu and the dry arrogant are not living people at all, nor will they be thrown into them. Mourning tripod
Xiaowu wowed out with a cry, pointing at Wen Leyang who was about to be dismantled and cried out to Han: "Dad save ..."
Han Wu didn't even wait for Xiaowu to finish his speech, and shook his head: "I'm not saved. Mo said that now, even when I'm hey, I can't stop them, only I can take your life."
The dry monk hadn't been with these disciples
Love, if you cope with a strong enemy, of course, will fight side by side with the same door, but in this case, saving people is simply meaningless suicide. Of course, the drought will not catch up with him, and he will not catch up with his love of life.
, Awl and others were bloodied, but could n’t move a little bit. The dry sigh sighed and walked to the side of the 囡囡, picked her up with a single arm. The 囡囡 was born here, how do you not know the nature of the corpse figurine, if not The dry arrogant stopped her in time, and the crying sorrow stick hit the head of the corpse figurine, and it was only a waste of her little life.
The corpse figurine grabbed Wen Leyang, and in a blink of an eye came to the Mourning Ding. His arm threw Wen Leyang into the still flames of crying and hunting.
The faint blue flames were blazing, and the face of the corpse figurines was set against the flickering fire, as if a smile appeared. Hundreds of corpse figurines once again stood still.
The dry arrogance was fixed in the form of a corpse, but it would never wake up, but when the number of corpse figurines was three or seven, and more than two thousand ground larvae were thrown into the yin fire sacrifice, the evil spirits in the evil caves were thin, and the entire Yinshan eyes The underground palaces and corpse pits were excited by them. The corpse figurines that were not awakened by Xiaowu were all agitated, and even the several corpse figurines used by the dry cubs to absorb the corpse's healing began to separate and struggle, trying to break through the endlessness of the year. The seal left by the ancestors rushed to the ground and started killing with their companions. The power supply was unstable, and the fifth brother, who was charging, woke up.
He saw everything in the future on the ground, but he did n’t show up.
Even if it was for the purpose of saving people, the naughty call for the corpse figurine also made a taboo for the funeral, and the drought would certainly punish her, but a severe reprimand was always inevitable, but the naughty himself was also sad at that time. Han Na still hardened her heart and then reprimanded her, simply hiding underneath to sleep, until Xiaowu wanted to fight with the corpse figurines, he appeared to save the baby girl
I watched as Leyang was thrown into the Yin Ding, whether it was the ancient giant evil, or the few extraordinary fairy corpses, corpse fairy, their hearts rose since they became fine, the most empty powerless, helpless this seems to be stagnation, The empty and ruthless life and death has made them regret living to this day. In order to not see Wen Leyang dying in front of him but he is helpless, some of them would rather stay in the quiet ancient cave; some would rather be trapped in In the cold stone forest
With a grunt, the ugly man Qin Cong fell to the ground and fainted
The cries of the ground scorpions struggling in the copper tripod gradually faded, and the dry cub hugged Xiaowu, turning his head to look at the raccoon and awl and other people ’s voices were weird, as if suppressing something: "When the crying ended, I would Send you away from here, and want to avenge Wen Leyang in the future, come to me at any time "
No one knows how long, the cry is finally like a trace of green smoke that can't be lifted up after the incense stick is extinguished, and disappears completely in the wind
The raccoon shuddered, tears were finally released, and Changzi looked up to see the drought: "Revenge is looking for you? It ’s better to find Kong Duan'er for revenge. It's better to seek revenge by Kong Lun'er, it's better to seek revenge by myself ..." With the help of an awl, he stood up crookedly, and his lips made a bleak look: "Wen Leyang's life is returned by me"
Then let go of the awl, without looking at the others, and condensed half of the demon blade with the last trace of the true element, which was used as a cane, and walked staggering out of the eyes of Yinshan, when she walked to the edge of the mountain depression Slowly turned back: "You don't have to blame yourself, all the things I provoke, for three years, three years, no matter see him or not, I will still have Wen Leyang ..."
The words were not finished, and suddenly a hysterical scream interrupted her: "Are you still? What do you give you and why do you pay your life, the lives of all the disciples under your cat demon, you and Tuosha's life , All added together, can it be replaced again Wen Leyang cried? Laughed? Or a sincere stupid thing ... "
Tears burst into tears, saying that a sudden cough suddenly began, and his thin body trembling and restraining, and finally could no longer suppress the pain of the crushing sun and moon annihilating the world in the chest cavity, and fell to the ground again and howl The sound of crying and crying blood is intermittent: "What is Wen Leyang in your raccoon's heart? It's just an interesting disciple, but a junior that you love. Yes, if you can save your life in order to save him, you will always be high. , Even if you do something for him, you just do what you want, as you wish, you are not giving it, you are rewarding that he is dead now, are you still saying that he will die? "
The awl punched the ground with a punch: "It's all farting," he said, and the awl suddenly raised his head. There was no trace in his eyes. He just looked at the raccoon so empty: "You know, he is in my heart What? He is the only person I trust. I may not be happy with him, but I will be sad when he breaks a head; I may not miss it when separated from him, but occasionally I think he ca n’t help but smile. I will miss him so honestly, is he bullied again ... "Awl can't talk anymore, besides crying loudly, there is no way to support her heartache
I fell to the ground long ago
Xiaowu, who was crying in the arms of the fifth brother, was suddenly crying in her arms, and suddenly a strange cry came from her arms. I finally got awake after serving, carefully exposing the round head from the arms of the puppet, and then The two most scary and scary monsters in the cautious eyes, crickets and awls, cried so painfully that the insects were so frightened that they flew out of the sky, and their black eyes almost burst into shock.
Nineteen unexpectedly whispered unexpectedly, staring at me stunnedly: "I served as the master of Wen Leyang ... This spirit and the master communicated with each other. If Wen Leyang died, it ... should not survive. ? "
I did n’t know if I was over frightened, or I understood the nineteen words, I nodded dumbly and nodded.
At this moment, the mourning tripe that engulfed Wen Leyang not long ago, like a giant frog with a broken stomach, jumped abruptly.
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