The film of the yin and yang circles has not been stable as in the ancient times. Small breaks and small leaks are common things, and will not cause the monks to panic.
However, at this time, a **** slanted across the sky, and the world changed in a flash, and the sand flew away.
It was a vast expanse in a hundred years!
All the people present, except the ink-burning, did not really experience such innocent disasters. Therefore, whether it is Li Wuxin, the head of the sky, or Xue Zhengyi of the Baijing battlefield, it is the Confucianism gate of the Shang Xiu Jie, or the death and death of the Xiu Bianjie, thousands of people in the porridge porridge, all of them are at a loss, I do not know how to respond.
And the ink burning is like a thunder, a thick **** suffocating seems to have come from his previous life, grinding blood, killing people like 麻 -
It is this day!
In the past life, the teacher was killed in this crack. He was with the late night of the Chu Dynasty, but because of the lack of spiritual power, the ghosts swarmed out and rebelled, falling from the sky...
But that is clearly what happened three years later! The smoldering is so clear that the snowy night, the New Year"s Eve, the air is still filled with a touch of smoke, and there are still shredded firecrackers on the snow. He stayed with everyone for the night before and drank the Tosu wine.
The ink burned and drunk, and raised his eyes.
Under the warm candle, the eyes of the teacher seem to be full of Ying Ying Chun Shui, no matter from which angle, it is affectionate.
The hustle and bustle of life and death is so lively, staggering, laughing and cheering.
At that time, he thought, this is really great, even if you don’t disturb the people you like, it’s good to watch it all the time.
Hua Tuo dispersed, and the disciples brought home. He and Meng Shi went to Meng Po Tang to go back. The frost and the snow were flowing through the moon. He saw that the teacher was a little cold, so he took off his robe and could not help but say that he was on the other side. With a little drink, he carefully looked at him.
Beauty is like a new snow.
"A burning."
"Ok."
"You drink a lot today."
"Haha, is there?" The ink burned and laughed, and there were no more than two laughs. Suddenly, I couldn’t laugh.
The gentleman"s hands were gently holding his face, so the hot cheeks became hotter, the ink burned and widened, and there was some tremor at that moment.
The teacher smiled and said to him, "Why didn"t you, you see you, three cups of hot wine into the throat, and the face is red."
"Yes, it"s hot."
The ink burned awkwardly, but his face burned even harder.
At that time, how satisfied he was, like a person, don"t have to get it, don"t dare to think about it.
The man just touched his face, and he felt that he was already favored by G.o.d. He couldn’t say more words, only he was embarra.s.sed.
The darkness of the black ink is full of surprises and grat.i.tude.
The two did not pa.s.s before the bed, when the priest"s cloak left, he slammed against the snow, and smiled at him.
"A burning."
He had wanted to leave, and the words were like a gyro. The warehouse was hurriedly turned around, lest he missed something.
"Yes, I am!"
"Thank you for your clothes."
"Nothing! Anyway, I am hot!"
"There is still." The teacher"s eyes became more and more gentle, almost the kind of warmth that could make the winter go. "A burning, actually me..."
Oh.
There is a fireworks in the distance.
The ink burned did not hear what he said, or maybe the teacher did not say it at the time.
When the silence was around, the teacher had already pushed the threshold of his bedroom.
The ink was burning, and he was busy yelling at him: "Wait, what did you just say?"
The other party was hard to tease, and blinked: "Tell me only once."
"Teacher--"
However, the person who took the photo of the soul was still ignoring the wish, leaving only half of the beautiful face exposed under the warm curtain.
There is also a smile that makes ink burn for a lifetime.
"Not too early, I went to sleep. Wake up tomorrow morning, if I still want to tell you."
He paused and the soft eyelashes fell like a mimosa.
"I will tell you again..."
Unexpectedly, the sky cracks and the dawn comes one after another.
After all, the ink burned still did not wait for the teacher"s words, the softest old dream of his life, was dyed scarlet.
How many times to dream back at midnight, he still remembers the smiling face of the teacher after half a roll of warm curtains, so good-looking, so gentle, he does not know whether it is his own illusion, and even think that it is infinitely affectionate.
He continued the long dream in the rest of his pain.
The dream teacher said to him, he woke up with a smile, very happy, even happy to forget the teacher died, forgot to go back in a hurry.
He smiled so happily, thinking that from now on, to do something good for the beloved, what is so important is that it is worth worrying about.
But always, laughing and laughing, tears are falling.
He buried his face in his palm.
That year"s New Year"s Eve snow night, scattered in the wind, he will never know again.
Thousands of miles are broken, and **** is infinite.
Numerous evil spirits rushed out of the cracks, like a thousand troops rushing to the city. The screams around him stunned the ink from the memories.
He was almost mad, and he shouted anxiously in the chaotic and chaotic crowds.
"Teacher!!"
"Shi Yan -!! Shi Mingjing!!"
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I don"t know why the crack in the three years will suddenly come ahead.
I don"t know if I can protect you now.
But I can"t see you hurt again, can"t see you die again...
I beg you to live...
It’s not good for me. I am not strong enough to shelter you. It’s too stupid, I don’t think about everything, where are you...
"A burning..."
In the overlapping of the soldiers, there was a vague voice, and it was heard.
"Teacher!!"
He saw him, and beside Xue Meng, he was using the water spirit as a screen to stop the evil spirits from culling. The smoldering almost went to him indiscriminately, and his voice whimpered and his eyes were red.
"Dog stuff you, you come over and take the handle!" Xue Meng took ten, but the wave of corpses was like a stream of water, his forehead gradually oozing sweat, silver teeth biting, "Come on!"
Why did he say that the ink burned and the red light flashed, and the ghost was called.
The hand fell from the vine, and a row of ghosts in front of him was smashed by the G.o.ds, and it was broken into powder. The ink burned and turned to the teacher and shouted: "You don"t go far, come behind me!"
"I want to help the teacher..."
"Don"t go!!!" The ink burned the words, almost stunned!
He must not let the sergeant approach the late night in this melee.
The images of past lives are constantly overlapping with the scenes in front of them.
- In the same year, it was the same sentence.
"I want to help the teacher..."
"Well, you are going to pa.s.s, the Master will be safer, don"t leave him, let him protect you."
How ridiculous...
Let him protect you.
Chu nightning, Chu nightning, ink burned everything, but forgot that the person is Chu nightning!
Ruthless, cold-blooded.
The world full of hearts is full of life, but his disciples are dead but they don’t care!
"Don"t go to him! He can handle it himself!"
The overlap of the two worlds made his scalp numb, his eyes burning red, and he yelled at the teacher. "Where you don"t leave, leave!"
"But just the master"s mana loss is so big..."
"Can"t die! Take care of yourself!"
He said, his eyes were raging, and the zombies that were coming in the roll were slamming. Suddenly flesh and blood, the brain is splashing.
Although the spiritual power is not as good as the previous life, but one stroke and one style is all skillful. This body of battle has once confronted the masters of Ye Shixiu and Chu Wanning. Even if the murderer is a million, there is no fear.
The cracks in the sky are getting bigger and bigger.
In the h.e.l.l, the ghosts that have been floating for hundreds of years will be like the torrential rains, and they will be mixed into the colorful b.u.t.terfly towns and zombies that have broken the willows. The scene is getting more and more crazy and more and more horrible. . It seems that the water is poured into the oil, and the pot is boiling in the sky, so it is not lively. It is also like a locust rushing to the valley, and the evil spirits are holding on to the living, and the people who are dying of life are still able to cope with the small troubles of the past. However, Confucianism and Bitanzhuang were completely ravaged. How many monks screamed and screamed, and the blood was a few feet high!
Chu nightning is far away, and the ink burns temporarily cannot see his condition.
However, I accidentally saw Ye Jingxi and Nangong Temple in the rolling sea. Although the two men did not match the dishes, they were astonishingly struggling.
I saw that Ye had forgotten the long sword, and the blue light came from the hand, and a long bow was called. The Nangong Temple was also the arm of the month. The two looked at each other and walked over to each other. At the most dense place, take the arrow and stretch the string.
Hey!
The two men almost fell at the same time, the white feathers were cracked, and the sound was like a geese.
The arrow smashed the spirit, and the wind blade was scattered all over the place. Wherever they pa.s.sed, the evil spirits were torn and strangled...
Nangong’s face was smug, and the backhand went to the back of the arrow to draw arrows.
The food was touched.
"Gone?"
"Here."
Before he was annoyed, Ye had forgotten to give him a bunch of white feather arrows.
"You don"t want to bring more."
"……Humph!"
Nangong snorted, but the situation was critical. He did not have this thought and leaves to forget the score, took the arrow, and they sank into their own fights.
Half an hour has pa.s.sed, and the evil spirits have repelled much, but more from the ghosts.
Li Wuxin killed more than ten souls with a sword, and turned to Xue Zhengxuan and shouted: "Nothing like this, you can"t stand it. People make up the world!"
Xue Zhengyi glanced at the distant place of Caidie Town, with four golden lights in each of the four directions.
He gasped and angered: "It"s easy to say, can you make up this enchantment? Are there any people left in the world?"
"I--" Li Wuxin said with a black face. "The enchantment is a technique, and I am not the leader."
"Then you **** shut up! Do you have a few jade balances? Chu nightning is guarding the four positions, otherwise these dead ghosts will rush out of the encirclement, and will soon kill the whole squat, the cultivation of the immortals can not support If you don’t cultivate the immortal, don’t you just finish it?”
"It’s better to finish the battle than to repair the real world. You won’t let people come to make up the cracks. I’m afraid this will be difficult to end!”
Xue Zhengyi heard the anger, the iron fan slammed, and when the hurricane slammed into the ghost, it also seemed to unscrupulously smashed Li’s cheek: “If you are in the upper cla.s.s, it’s natural for you to be in the world. Dead?"
"You don"t want to talk nonsense! I am talking about abandoning the car and protecting the car! If this crack occurs in my Bitanzhuang, I will sacrifice the whole door to protect the world!"
"A big tone, Li Zhuang is really standing and talking without back pain." Xue Zhengyi"s tiger eyes are round and angry, and he laughs aloud. "The entrance to the ghost world is in my mind, and the world will not move to your Bitan Village." Going, it seems that the shackles of death can be destroyed thousands of times, to protect a world of peace! Li Zhuang, you can really say."
The two men were fighting and fighting, and when they couldn’t hold on, they suddenly saw a radiance of snow shining from the western horizon.
I didn’t see what the enemy was, but I heard the sounds of the wind and the showers, the dense and compact sounds of the sounds, the quarrels, the strings, the shadows, like the heavens and the waves, and the likes of the arrows, clearly I didn’t see the blade, but I felt that the sword was everywhere, and the iron rider was raging.
“Kunlun Snow Palace!”
Xue Zhengxuan looked up and looked at the snow that was rolling in. It was close to it. It was a group of swords, dressed in snow and fog, and the fairy with the petals of peach blossoms. They are extremely feminine in both men and women, and for the sake of their own methods, their appearances are still in their early twenties.
The people who walked in the snow palace were standing or sitting, half of them were holding their c.o.c.kroaches in their arms, and half of them were squatting in front of the guqin. The music that was cut and slashed and clear was so sloppy, so that the zombies in the land could not help but Sending pain and sorrow, but if you are caged by the sky, you can"t get out.
For the first man, light blonde, jasper, and five senses are profound. He was wearing a snow coat, lined with a drop of water, and a slender neck was found in his collar, like Fang Fei in the porcelain bottle. Cool by Kunlun, there is a fox in the outside of Suyi, which is more calm and graceful.
This person also holds an exquisite sly in his arms, rubbing his brows, sharpening his fingers and picking up the strings, and numerous burning peaches dance around him in his piano.
"The four seas are swayed by the wind, the millennium is clear, and the clothes are even worse. Today is a great achievement."
The sound of the piano was slight, and he coveted Xue Zhengyi and others. He wanted to speak a little. He heard a distant man yelling: "Mei Xuexue! How is this dog thing!"
The person who shouted was Xue Meng. While sulking, he plunged under the plum-bearing sword, and looked up and said: "How did Kunlun"s Snow Palace send you such an unreliable thing to help?"
Ye Yexiong heard the sound and turned back, and saw the man who was flying the snow, and there was also a thin anger.
"……It"s him?"
Nangong said: "What? You know this?"
"I don"t know." Ye Hao was not happy when he met Mei Hanxue, but Xue Meng was rushing to swear. He turned his head and left, just throwing a sentence, "I have only played one."
Nangong has some interest: "Oh, how is his skill?"
"Oh." Ye forgets the sneer, "He fights by women, how do you say."
Nangong Temple: "..."
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In the past, the dog was turned from an ordinary person into a battle of the G.o.ds of the stepping king. The dog sticks his head out! Falling knife!