MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 63

Zhichun's description didn't have too many emotions, she wasn't fluent, and her expressions were upside-down, but it was very strange. Xuan Ye listened to her heart.

The soul is upside down and rejected by the whole world. There is only one person who can't see himself in the eyes, and only one vague obsession left in his heart. If he hangs this lingering soul in his throat, he is not dead or alive. This taste is told to people who don't understand, and when they say flowers, others may also sigh. It is difficult to resonate. Understandably, a calm and hopeless look is enough.

If I had moved to another place, that unreliable Heaven Demon Sword Spirit had such an opportunity, would he do the same thing?

Xuan Yuan asked himself, knowing that his humanity was vulnerable, so he was also willing to tolerate the cowardice of others, and he asked in a gentle voice: "When you were hitting the poisonous island, you ran once, remember? I do n’t think it will happen in the bureau. So careless, someone should have intentionally arranged it at that time. The gloomy sacrifices will certainly not stay in your mind for no reason, is there someone who is taking advantage of your unconsciousness ... "

"The reason need not be repeated," at this time, Sheng Lingyuan next to him interrupted inhumanely, and asked Zhichun, "You wrote the gloomy sacrifice and dedicated your hundred-handed instrument to the summoned King of the Mountain, didn't you?"

Zhichun has no excuse: "Yes, I'm sorry ..."

He didn't finish talking. A white shadow swept away before him. Sheng Lingyuan had stepped on the sea to reach him. The sea he had stepped on had ice and trapped Zhichun. Sheng Lingyuan took his hands like electricity, holding Zhichun together. Neck.

"stop!"

"Lingyuan!"

Wang Ze and Xuan Yuan both spoke at the same time, and Yan Qiushan's five fingers gripped the deck tightly.

Zhichun first leaned back instinctively, and then returned to God, probably feeling that he deserved it. He raised his head without hiding, and silently looked at the cold and affectionate eyes of the Emperor, waiting for his fate.

Sheng Lingyuan touched his gaze, suddenly a meal of unknown reason, his clasped fingers loosened.

"Also, the gloomy sacrifice is over, it is difficult to cover with water, and it is useless to kill you." Sheng Lingyuan sighed, lifting his fingers that originally gripped Zhichun's neck, and gently lifted Zhichun's chin. It ’s just that you have such a sword, do n’t fight for it. "

Zhichun didn't feel much before. After listening to this sentence, the calm expression collapsed instantly, shaking in the cold sea water.

Sheng Lingyuan stopped paying attention to him, and Yu Guang saw that the child corpses began to divide in two ways-the squadron gathered around the speedboat and made the fighting posture, but there were seven or eight child corpses quietly diving into the water, intending Wander around while chaotic.

Defeated like Wang Yuyu, Sheng Lingyuan glanced over and knew what he was thinking.

Wang Yuyu passed through the gloomy offering “Resurrection from the dead”. He thought of the past and could control the hundred weapons to use the magic weapon. Little demon, born to ward off evil, was originally a devil's nemesis.

It was only at that time that the short soldiers met, and Wang Weiyu was probably awakened by him, realizing that he was too greedy. These hundred soldiers are a weapon and a hindrance. They look scary, but when they meet a powerful opponent, his power is equal to being scattered. The target is large and easy to be attacked. It seems that he intends to give Burden yourself-abandon most of the child's corpses and drag them to Sheng Lingyuan, and carefully select a few to escape most.

Here is the sea, boundless from east to west, boundless from north to south, and there is no cover on it. If a child corpse is missed, King Weiyu will flee to the crowd. If this world really is like that little demon said, how many ... billions of people, it would not be great.

Because the demons are mad, or heartbroken, but most of them belong to "unforgivable law, excusable", Wang Weiyu is a very special one, he is a simple bad embryo.

If there is a **** in the world who specializes in "greedy", then Wang Yuyu should look like "greedy god".

Even more unfortunate, these people are born in troubled times. During the melee battle in Kyushu, ordinary people still had blood, not to mention Wang Yuyu's "evil evil" without wind and waves.

Wang Yuyu was desperately extravagant before his death. There is a white jade palace in the East China Sea, which is known as ‘no storms, no invasion from cold and heat’. Because he didn't know what was wrong and didn't like to wear shoes, wherever he could stand in the White Jade Palace, he must be spotless, and he must have a canopy above his head. In order to prevent the nearly 1,000 acres of Baiyu Palace from becoming a "white jade black house", he recruited the most capable craftsmen in the clan to create an artificial "sky" for Baiyu Palace-inlaid in large crystals The "Bihaizhu".

This kind of deep-sea pearl is extremely precious, and Sheng Lingyuan is noble emperor, and his fingers counted. He has only seen 100,000 in his life-one of which was set on the crown of the ascendant's dress, which was uploaded by their ancestors. The next 100,000 are in the Weiyu King's Baiyu Palace.

The tartar lamp was hoisted with a crystal cover around the Bihaizhu, and the position was accurately calculated. The white light of the tartar lamp was refracted by numerous blue sea beads, which could just make the zenith of the White Jade Palace appear a real blue.

The Tatar lamp is not extinguished all year round, so there is no distinction between day and night in the entire White Jade Palace.

The Tatar people were burned alive by this palace.

Just because one doesn't want to get dirty on the feet of his stinky feet.

Wang Weiyu was a man who wanted to swallow everything into his stomach. He was greedy to the extreme. He wanted to live forever, and was finally sent to the city by the emperor soldiers. He was enchanted because he was afraid of death. He is not the same as Alozin's fool. If he is allowed to enter the world, the greed of billions of people will become his nourishment, and he will be unable to clean up.

unless……

Sheng Lingyuan gave a vague glance at Zhichun-the person who wrote the sacrifice was willing to be punished by eighty-one thunders, violated the vow of the gloomy sacrifice, and recovered his body.

In order to cover Wang Yu's true body, the child's corpse began to rush towards the speed boat and Sheng Lingyuan on the water.

Sheng Lingyuan said coldly, "Wang Gao, Wang Yu, have you let go?"

His voice faded, centered on him, and the seawater at his feet actually began to freeze in the continuous waves. On the sea where the tropical and subtropical areas meet, an iceberg floated out of thin air.

The speedboat not far away was topped and stranded by the ice.

The ice layer kept spreading out and chasing after the corpses of the children who were trying to escape. He was confused by the warm seawater, constantly flushing the floating ice in the water, and the black air from the ice and water The place where the intersection was leaked out—Sheng Lingyuan's rubber bands burst and burst, and the long hair drifted into the air.

Three thousand years ago, the demons exposed their minions, and all the storms and thunderstorms were shocked. For a moment, the lightning flashed on the sea, as if a thrilling storm was brewing.

The blind man overhanging the boat was "quick frozen" into the iceberg, reacted for a while, and screamed violently.

Everyone on the boat was stunned, Zhang Zhao murmured, "He ... is he really a sword spirit?"

The corpses of children around the speedboat immediately attempted to escape from the trap, and the gloomy sacrifice swiftly moved. The corpses of the children turned into swords on the spot, rotated in place, and wanted to drill the ice around them.

Several relatively shallow frozen child corpses stepped out of the trap first, whistling and chopping Sheng Lingyuan on the sea, Xuan Yuan immediately raised a knife to protect him and opened the sword for him, but his Majesty did not appreciate it at all.

"Fire devil, flash away," Sheng Lingyuan said, "don't help."

The word "little ghost" was called Xuan Xuan glanced across the shadows.

"Do you still want to freeze the Pacific Ocean? Certainly not, the water temperature is too high, and the icing speed cannot catch up with them!"

His Majesty, as the predecessor of the feudal dynasty, has a good professional quality and follows from 谏

"Pacific, weird name." Sheng Lingyuan smiled, "reasonable."

The words fell, and a series of slang words flowed from his mouth.

Sheng Lingyuan's language skills are far from Xuanyuan's "three and a half" level. Because of the intolerance of water and fire, Xuan Yuan has a natural disadvantage. He can only learn a sound when he learns Mandarin. The effect is often half the effort. Over time, he is too lazy to care.

But I can still understand.

Suddenly, Xuanyu Goosebumps all got up. Sheng Lingyuan said that the meaning of the people was: Heaven is the coffin, the sea is the grave, the blood and the sea are in deep hatred, and millions of spirits are arrayed.

If the devil has attributes, then Wang Yuyu is greedy, and Emperor Shengxiao is killing.

The extinct tribe of three thousand years ago seemed to have been forcibly awakened by him. The thick black clouds rolled on the sea, surging, sometimes showing the shadow of the human head and fish, flickering, and again submerged in the surging clouds.

All the tragic deaths were disturbed by him.

The most sinister Tatar language spread to the Quartet, and it resounded, as if there were countless deep-sea Tatars who should reconcile.

The fastest-moving child corpse suddenly jumped out of the water and jumped for dozens of meters. The seawater beneath him seemed alive, and the dark seawater condensed into a tatty shape, followed by a tsunami-like flight. Biting the child's corpse's neck, the child's corpse struggled hard, and his neck was bitten by the seawater.

Immediately afterwards, the black cloud shrouded over, and the savage figure inside sipped one by one, chewing the child's corpse.

The sea seemed to be irritated by this evil magic, the icebergs floating on the sea shivered, and a thunder threw down at this arrogant demon head.

Xuan Yuan didn't think about it. He grabbed Sheng Lingyuan, spread his wings, and rolled him in. The scimitar in his hand wrapped in a stream of fire and flew to the sky. He was struggling to stay within twenty meters from the ground. That thunder.

Thunder struck the fire and blinded the eyes.

Xuan Yuan was kneeled on the ground by huge pressure, and a piece of ice was smashed on his knee. The scattered thunderbolt was blocked by his wings, the red feathers flew up, and the needle pierced into Sheng Lingyuan's field of vision. He was in his head. The beating nerve twisted and it hurt his eyes black.

Xuan Yuan's arm was almost embedded between his chest and abdomen, and he almost didn't come up in a breath: "... is this what made me quit Internet addiction?"

Shouting from King Yuyu, a large number of child corpses frozen in the ice around the speedboat had penetrated the ice layer and turned them into thousands of swords, and smashed towards Sheng Lingyuan desperately.

The second sky mine has begun.

Sheng Lingyuan could hardly see his face close by. His head hurt so much that he almost lost his sight. He may not have seen Dianguang and Jianguang, or he did, but he didn't care. The face seemed to follow The seawater was frozen together, flat and cold. He squeezed Xuan Yuan's wrist, and lifted him straight down: "Don't go away, don't do anything."

"Sheng, Ling, Yuan!" Xuan Yuanmei's flame-shaped totem seemed to pierce the skin--

Just as the swords were about to fall, they suddenly frozen in midair and stopped.

At first Xuan Yuan thought that Zhang Zhao had pressed "pause for one second", but at the same time, a very bright light opened his vision.

mine……

No, time doesn't stop, not Zhang Zhao's!

Xuan Yuan reacted to something, turned his head stupidly, and the falling lightning shook his eyes, and he couldn't help covering it.

The thunder fell on Zhichun.

Under the wrath of the thunder, all the tiny people were swallowed up and disappeared together.

Those black mists were dispersed, and the artificial icebergs on the sea were also unsustainable. Every inch was cracked, and the stranded speedboat slipped back into the water. The cold sea water poured people into falling chickens.

The corpses of children who have not yet escaped from the trap are settled with the sword in the air. Those who are trapped before they grow up are stupefied by the small bodies in the poison, seeming bewildered, and they seem to be confused with their lives.

Zhichun broke the contract!

The surging gloomy sacrifices on the sea burst into pieces in the thunder and lightning, and the thunder and lightning that penetrated the air bounced out all living creatures around it.

The speedboat quickly overturned the ship, and the declining seawater obstructed Yan Qiushan's invisible sight. The metal fragments on his chest floated, but then emitted a faint light, forming a thin protective layer. Wrap him on the ground.

Like a stupid scumbag thousands of years ago, she treasured a pearl in her mouth.

Eighty-one sky thunders, even the incarnation of the heavenly demon, can be smashed to death, a little sword spirit, probably even the thousands of swords that accompany it are saved.

I don't know how long it took before everything calmed down.

Swords and fragments of speedboats drifted quietly, dark clouds and storms scattered, revealing the starry sky.

On the sea, neither the gloomy sacrifice nor Zhichun was found. 2k novel reading network