The shy smile on Sue's face was frozen, facing the inquiry of Zhao Jiu Song, gently shook his head, and then his eyes shone with the light of thought, not so sure that the Tao "...is it related to the haunted thing, see this movement is at least the monk who builds the foundation."

"Well, I know you're in it, and if you don't want me to kill the village, get out of here."A big drink spread to the village through the spiritual force, killing the heart!

The two were stunned, the familiar spiritual force fluctuation, and gathered the body to decide!

Zhao Jiuge's heart sank, and he looked at Susen carefully, "Let's go, it's a blessing or a disaster, it's a disaster to hide."The voice was a little hoarse, and because of the excitement, the tone changed a little.Compared with Zhao Jiu Song, the sophistication at this time is particularly calm.

The families in the village have already been awakened by such a big movement, but no one dared to come out to see, for a time, the light of the village continued to extinguish, leaving only a piece of darkness, and silence.

The village.

The skinny old man covered in the black robe, standing coldly looking at a man and a woman who came out, the wind was blowing everywhere, and the fierce force around was filled with heavy pressure, which made people a little breathless.

Looking at the two good-looking young girls, a young girl who is unscrupulous, the skinny old man is in pain, his old son, it is difficult to let his son's cultivation be promoted to the spiritual state, and did not expect that when he was ready to close into Dan, his son died!I thought to stay until I became one percent of my own, took my son away from the vicinity of Dongyang City, went to other places, and continued to strengthen cultivation to improve the life of the world.

The son of Nai He died at the hands of the two people in front of him, because he was cultivating the evil Fa and was afraid of encountering some noble people in the world, so the two had been living in such a small place near Dongyang City, and the state of building the foundation was like a fish.Thinking of these skinny old people angry, can no longer suppress their emotions, "the old man today will not give you two children to the soul, I will be sorry for my dead son!" 」

The cold words shocked the heart of Zhao Jiu Song!

“It is you!”

Seeing the skinny old man, Zhao Jiu Song was surprised and stared at his eyes.The old man in front of him was the old man who auctioned the oolong whip at the auction house that day, and then the man disappeared.

That day to see the old man in the black robe on his own discomfort, full of gloomy feeling, eyes like a viper staring at people tingling, yesterday met the strange young man himself feel familiar, there is a familiar feeling, it is the skinny old man son.

On the second floor of the day, during the auction, the curious Zhao Jiuge also asked Mo Longjie, the history of the few below, the thin and gloomy old man in front of him claimed to be a dead old man, the practice of cultivation relied on the spirit of the night, and the body on the body, the temperament is strange, but the cultivation of the foundation, although the behavior caused a lot of people to be dissatisfied, but he was jealous of his body cultivation.

There are a few things about the past magic weapon, and the practice of cultivation is likable, so it has always been lonely and has no friends.Zhao Jiuge in his heart scolded unlucky, yesterday if it had not escaped and mistakenly broke into the grave, the dead old man had his son who had to cultivate there, threatening to suck the blood of himself and the essence of psalms, and move his hand first.If anyone has nothing to kill, and if he does not kill him, he will not lead to this old man.

Just when Zhao Jiu Song cursed in his heart, the old man had already been unable to bear his inner sadness and anger.The fierce blood-red spirit tumbling out, and for a time the surrounding scenery was wrapped in a layer of blood.The wildly domestic animals were no longer sound, and only the trembling of the trees and leaves remained.

The pressure of terror made both people's breathing rushing and heavy, and the light gold and milky spirit rushed out one after another, tightly guarding their surroundings, and for a time, the three colors of light shone in each other in this small village.

Stepping forward, the pistachie guarded behind, and its own light golden spirit became rich, and the momentum continued to rise."I'll come, you can't deal with him."A word has not been said, Zhao Jiu Song has already begun.

First of all, Zhao Jiu Song was never a passive person, since the war of the murderer's revenge can not be avoided completely, then it is better to start their own, light golden spirit in an instant in the right hand, a few beat.

The sword, the finger.

The light golden sword light constantly changes brilliantly, the momentum is like a rainbow, a sweep brings up a layer of spiritual force, into a spiritual waterfall, whistling away, a few rolls to kill the eyes of the dead old man.

Hmmm, there is no gorgeous light, no large amplitude action, a soft cold grunt, the dead old man squeezed a shot, the size of the rice grain of blood shined instantly, into the dazzling golden sword light.

There is no shaking of the mountains, the two collide, the snow and ice melt like the sword light disappears, and then disappears the blood-red rice grain spirit.In the late construction of the foundation and the early stage of spirituality, the degree of spiritual power is simply one in the sky and one on the ground, with a sword of doing its best, but the dead old man is only solved with a light shot.

Spit a mouthful of turbidity, Zhao Jiu song's eyes gradually also played the fire, the blue sword was destroyed yesterday, the magic weapon was only from the fire flag, gritted teeth, the chest of the hands shake, palm print, a domineering dragon roar around, several feet of gold-patterned dragon Weiwu wandering hovered over Zhao Jiu Song.

The old man saw the appearance of the golden dragon, surprised, but only surprised, and regained his indifference, single-handedly raised, and the long, spiritually condensed blood sword appeared in his hand.Even if the spiritual power of building the foundation is not cultivated, it is constantly and constantly absorbing the spirit of heaven and earth, and it is automatically transformed into spiritual power, because the construction of the foundation, the Tantian base array has been completed, and it can be automatically absorbed.

Zhao Jiuge also needs time to condense the spirit of the sword, the dead man can be completed in an instant, the right hand gently, seemingly so plain and flawless a sword then split away towards the golden dragon, the blood-colored sword light poured in the night, as if a river of blood in the sky.

Today's golden dragons not only the body is more condensed, but also become larger, the golden dragon scales are alive, emitting a light of gold, see the sword light chopped, the dragon's eyes are shining, as always, fearless, teeth dancing galloping away.

“Hm...”

The golden dragon's tail slammed against the wind from the top to the wind, and the blood-colored sword sputtered with four lights, and the spirit hit the surrounding trees, and the trunk suddenly stopped.And the golden dragon body became dimmed, at any time to dissipate, the surface of the pale golden body is now wrapped around the gray smoke of yesterday, but at this time more intense than yesterday, more gloomy.

The golden dragon roared for a painful long, tumbling over the dragon's body, and the claws frantically clutching the smoke wrapped around it, and because of this blow, the pungent smell of blood and gloomy breath were filled with.The old man did not think that this sword would go down such a result, and was greatly surprised, but this did not prevent his idea of revenge, and the killing was still cold.

Zhao Jiu Song cried bitterly, but the dark eyes were still full of war, and today it was a knock on the iron plate.The heart is screaming and screaming.

The power!The power!The power!

From a young age in the mountain village to be bullied, he embarked on the spiritual path of cultivation, has always been bullied by others, his heart is eager for strength, he must work hard to cultivate, and no longer wants to be trampled underfoot!

There was a wave of light in front of him.It is the silver face set with the gold side of the fire flag, the eyes of the crazy look, bite the teeth, the face is grim, regardless of yesterday's injured spiritual exhaustion, just recovered not long after the body, excited from the fire flag!

Calling.

The fire was raging, the bloody and gloomy in the air of expulsion, and the light brought by the dancing fire was a little more comfortable in the heart of Zhao Jiu Song.The old man saw the shocking fire, and the twist of his face became cruel.

I did not expect this little boy to bring his own accident is too much, do not want to waste time, the dead old man suddenly read the words in his mouth, a half-man high cloth, set up in the chest of the void.The whole black and gray, the whole body of the sacrifice is filled with a strong gloomy atmosphere, but also with a strong gray gas.

Then the clouds were thick.

Even the silver moon in the night was quietly hiding behind the dark clouds, and as the old man's handprints accelerated, his lips were not constantly chanting, and the black-gray broom buzzed with a vibrating sound, as if something was going to break out inside.

Zhao Jiuge looked foolishly at the mysterious cloth, strange terror, for a time forgot to stir up from the fire flag attack, Sumei looked at the black gray cloth in the hands of the dead old man, until the black gray cloth finally began to shake violently, the eyes were unbelievable, staring at the eyes "Quick!Stop him."

Hearing the cry of Susu Zhao Jiu Song came back to God, and hurriedly running the spirit to push away from the fire flag, and the fierce flame became a few fiery snakes with fire waves, tumbling towards the dead old man.

It's too late!

Only the frightened side appeared, a ugly-looking woman's head, the shawl, the skin is gray, the seven strokes still have blood, the cracks come out, behind them are nine different shapes, the same gloomy baby floats out.For a time, the moonlight over the night was greatly lost.The clouds covered the head.

An inscrutable panic and gloomy feeling, so that Zhao Jiu Song's scalp tingled, from small to large, when I saw such a terrible scene, the woman's head and nine baby mouths also let out a whimpering soft sob, hovering around the emptiness, the gust of the wind.

Zhao Jiuge's goosebumps were all over his body, and his heart stagnated at this moment, and his eyes shrank.

At this time, the chest of the puffin is also up and down, looking at the cruel and strange picture, the pleasant sound has become a little sharp, the expression is unbelievable "how can you refine into nine sons and even the mother's paternity!"Such a creepy magic weapon, you are a crazy thing to go down to the hand!The animals.”