This sound seemed to take all the strength and arrogance, and Xue Meng closed his eyes and his cheeks were hot and humid.

"stop fighting……"

But just like the fire of the original, it is easy to burn, but it is difficult to extinguish. There was a chaos in the Danxin Temple. It was already full of dead people and injured people. The blood of these people became hot oil, and the hatred and madness were ignited to the extreme. For a time, Xue Meng’s snoring, Xue Zhengyi’s sigh Not many people listened to it.

Even if I listened to it, the eyes that were both red and red would not stop.

The uneasiness of these days is too much. After a series of **** cases, the sky leaked, the chess game was smashed, the dead man died in the night, Jiangdongtang made a mess, Bitanzhuang had no more than one day, and there was no mourning temple Buddha's blood. Many monks were present in the past days. Lost my friends and family...

Who is the mastermind? Who is lying?

There is no answer, but all the points lead to the door of death, so the accumulated hatred and fear broke out in this battle.

It is difficult to cover the water.

Xue Meng had experienced less wars. At this moment, he did not realize what this meant. He was up and down, standing in the same place and watching the crazy fight.

But Xue Zhengzheng already understands that when this matter comes to this step, I am afraid that it has been out of control until the initiators have never thought of it.

He bit his teeth, endured the pain of the wound, and endured the dim flower in front of him, grabbing Xue Meng’s shoulder: "You... hurry."

"father?!"

"Hurry up and go out!! Go to your mother's side, faster!"

But the voice did not fall, there are seven or eight people gathered in front of him, each killing red eyes: "Xue Meng, you kill my brother, I want you to pay for life!"

"The son of the animal!"

Xue Meng stood in the same place - he killed this man's brother? When... He clearly never hurt another person’s life, he never...

His whole mind is chaotic, and he bows his head in the chaos, seeing the dragon in his hand ticking his blood. He suddenly became creepy.

Yes, he killed.

He murdered - the first killer was the matchmaker who was perjury, then...

He can't remember. He just started to kill in a crazy way. He was full of blood on his face, full of faces... full of faces...

"what!!!"

Xue Meng sighed with sorrow, like a beast of dying, the forehead ribs bulging, and the eyes were cracked.

Why did it become like this... From the day the ink burned away, everything changed, and one pile was out of his control, and he was farther and farther away from himself.

"I murdered... oh... I murdered..."

He turned around, but it was Xue Zhengying's pale to terrible face. Xue Zhengyi grabbed his hand and dragged him behind him, killing himself with an iron fan and highlighting a **** road in the encirclement.

"go."

The crumbling man broke the birth machine for the younger son.

"Meng, go."

Xue Meng stood still and did not move. At this time, someone rushed to death. Xue Zhengyi had been unable to stand up. He raised his hand and held the blade of the man. The blood flow was like a note, and the bone was visible. Xue Zhengxi snorted, and the other hand twitched out of the dagger from the waist and slammed into the spleen.

Blood spewing! !

"Go!!"

Xue Zheng was angry and screamed, and suddenly saw a person. He screamed: "With snow! Take him out! Take him out of here!"

Mei Hanxue has been playing here, and at this time, he finally broke through and went to Xuemeng. He first glanced at Xue Zhengyi, and there was a hidden pain in his eyes, and then he grabbed Xue Meng’s arm and said: "Come with me."

He said, with Xuemen, who had been stabbed and lost, went to the back door of Danxin Temple. Perhaps it was the retreat of the Snow Palace that made everyone not return to God for a moment. Mei Hanxue always took Xue Meng to the door of the temple, and finally someone reacted. He yelled at the two men and shouted: "I want to kill people." Run? Who will pay for it?!"

Mei Hanxue swayed the shackles with one hand, and counted the sounds, such as the broken stone, repelling the enemy in front. Just relaxing, I heard Xue Zhengyi shouted: "Be careful!"

I looked back violently, but I saw a person full of blood, smirked and slashed, and it was too late to stop. At this moment, suddenly an iron fan volleyed and smashed, and it was full of spiritual power. It made a spin in the air. The man stabbed and pierced the man's chest.

"uncle……"

"father……"

The two young men turned back, Xue Zhengyi gasped, and obviously this shot has cost him a lot of strength. The iron fan of the handle also fell to the ground after hitting the target.

The blood is stained with the fan. Whether it is Xue Lang or so beautiful, or the world is very ugly, the words on the fan can no longer be seen clearly.

Xue Zhengyi made a gesture to the two men and whispered: "Fast..."

The walk has not yet been said, and Xue Meng’s eyelashes are reflected in an eye-catching epee. A Jiangdongtang stood behind Xue Zhengyi with a fierce blade. Before Xue Meng had spoken out, he was facing his father.

Falling in and out! ! !

Lost sound.

Xue Meng opened his eyes and suddenly could not hear any surrounding sounds.

Just like the silence at the depths of the ocean, there is no wind, no heat, no light.

black.

Xue Meng's blood flow is like freezing and blasting, his hair is stunned, his eyes are cracked, and he stares at the man in front of him.

Xue Zhengyi saw his son saved in the past, and his face was still relaxed and gratified with a trace of glimpse.

There was a illusion of peace.

The sea is deep, endless, and boundless. The water is very cold, and it breaks into the musculoskeletal bones.

Very quiet, dead.

No sound... no sound...

No.

Until the blood of the water goes down the cracked heavenly cover, follow the eyes and follow the cheek.

Two lines, like red tears, dripping.

At this moment, Xue Meng seems to think that this is a joke, or that this is a dream, or that all of this can be turned back, and it is too late.

But not.

Too late. When people are concerned about cutting, they have weaknesses.

God of War will also die.

"father!!!!!!"

A bang, the mountain went into the sea.

All the silence has been broken since then - the waves are rolling up, thousands of piles of snow, but see the stone breaking, the flooding, the waves breaking, the waves breaking!

Xue Meng was crazy and went to Xue Zhengyi. He screamed and screamed and smashed and smashed nine smashes to break the movements of all the people. Everyone heard the sounds and turned back.

The waves split, and he stumbled from the crowd and marched toward Xue Zhengxuan.

Xue Zhengyi has been standing, and even the spine has not bent. He stared at Xue Meng like that, and a pair of tigers stared and kept groaning. The eyes made Xue Meng think that he was still alive, and he could save it, still...

When he was far away, Xue Zhengyi fell.

With a bang, it was almost straight and fell. The four people were scattered, and there were no more brothers.

Xue Meng stood still, and he never went forward.

He stood still in the same place, and he was trembling all the time, from a small shudder to a fierce tremor, lips, fingers, nowhere to be controlled by himself.

He muttered, asked the ground, cautiously.

He is hoarse: "Hey?"

The temple is full of blood.

No one answered any more.

When the Dragon City landed, Xue Meng slowly retreated and retreated... But where can he retreat? yesterday? I can't come back yesterday.

Any step in life, whether it is yin or not, whether it breaks the liver and intestines, as long as it falls, it can no longer look back.

Danxin Temple is quiet.

He didn't retire, his body swayed violently, and then he sat down on the ground, and he looked at everything in front of him, tears rolling down his face. He raised his hand and tried to wipe it, but he couldn't wipe it out indiscriminately, and the tears fell in a string.

Finally, he buried his face in the palm of his hand, and the throat squirmed in the throat. The choking was like ink on paper, and it was rendered - later it was ridiculous and full of ink stains.

"Hey...hey!!"

The pharynx eventually becomes a sputum.

The person who was in front of Xue Meng could no longer stand up, using his wide shoulders and a hearty smile to block the ups and downs of his life.

The youthful time of the glory of the sky, the worry-free years, will really end at this moment.

The land fell apart.

Chaos, everything is messed up.

The Jiangdongtang monk who had fallen into the hands of the sorcerer, the epee fell to the ground, he muttered: "No, no... not me..."

He couldn't help but shake his head and watched Xue Meng's madness in the same place. He was terrified and shook like a sieve. He wants to take the road and flee, but everyone's eyes are focused on him, and he can't retreat.

"No... you listen to me... I just wanted to knock down the weapons in his hands..."

He stared at Xue Meng and swallowed nervously.

Xue Meng is still immersed in great sadness at this moment, but he knows that once Xue Meng raises his eyes, there is only one way to wait for himself - death.

"Come and ask Mrs. Wang to come over." Elder elders are the most calm of all. He looked at Xuemeng, who was in the same place, still not standing up, still crying. He whispered to his disciples, "Be quick, for a while, I am afraid that no one will stop the Lord."

The disciple saw the head and died, his face full of tears: "But the master is the head, not the lady, and the lady never intervenes, she..."

"When are you, I still have some of these." He said, "Go!"

The disciple wiped his tears and nodded to the back of the mountain.

When the head is dead, everything finally calms down. Someone in the temple did not live because of the pain in the wound. Some people were blue-faced and some of them licked their lips. Some people whispered: "What happened? Xue Zhengyi’s ability should not be so much, how can he avoid it?"

They did not know that Xue Zhengyi had been stabbed in the chess pieces by the smashing of the evil spirits in the impermanent town the day before. They just sighed:

"Hey, the head is sitting for a long time, people are old, and the hero is late."

The sly words, Xue Meng did not listen in, his eyes were gradually covered by blood because of tears and hatred, he choked, sobbing, crying, and finally, a red maple like a sea.

He raised his eyes and stared at all the inmates. The eyes burned pure and sincere at the moment, only blood and hate, hatred and resentment.

A roar! Dragon City violent! !

kill!

This time, Xue Meng was really violent and lost his heart. He screamed four times. He became so terrible, irrational, not afraid of death and not afraid of pain. Who can stop him? No one can stop him.

Wushen Temple, Lianyue Night, Jiangdongtang, Fire Phoenix Pavilion... Hey! He can't see it! He only saw a face of a devil, a distorted figure, and he felt that he was in the **** battle of Purgatory in the endless.

hate!

why?

Why is it that in the past 20 years, Dan’s heart can be learned, can’t escape the calculations, and the four-five gossip?

Why do you spend all your life doing it, and you are only paying for it in good faith?

Why do you raise your rice and raise your hat to raise your hatred?

Why are you so stupid?

The blood flows into the river.

Whose words can't be heard, and who's persuasion is in vain.

Xue Meng is crazy, the phoenix wants blood, the blood burns to make fire, and the fire breaks out is the fierce beast of binocular red eyes, full of blood and blood, and the throat of every person trying to stop him is bitten!

Jun knows that the weak crown that year, the midsummer humming.

Xue Zhengxi smiled and touched Xue Meng’s head and asked, “What do I want to do in the future?”

"It's the same as 爹爹." Phoenix said with a pair of clear eyes, "When you are a big hero, you can do good things, punish evil and promote goodness, and don't worry about it."

Blood spurted on his face, and some people were screaming.

Who did he kill?

It seems to be the wife of whose sister.

It doesn't matter.

Let's die, kill it, kill it, anyway, he is not clean, but they are looking for themselves... they forced him! !

He was mad and slaughtered, and the crowd gathered. He can't hear... can't hear...

Until the voice of that person sounded.

"Menger."

Such as seven inches.

Try to suppress the emotional, trembling voice.

The weakness is like a scent of scented scent, and the smog is scattered at the fingertips.

Xue Meng is a god.

"Get him!"

"Don't let him go crazy again!"

Someone rushed.

"Menger..."

Xue Meng is a tiger leopard besieged by a group of wolves. He is covered in blood and his arms are already shaking. After this battle, I am afraid there is no way to use this arm to hold a knife. He blinked and there was blood from his eyes. He turned his head stiffly.

The back door of Danxin Temple opened wide, and the skylight sprinkled in.

Mrs. Wang appeared at the door, wearing a plain white shirt. Her body was weak and her temperament was mild. She never interfered with the predecessor, and she always did.

Until then, she only heard the news, the former beautiful woman, is already a tearful wet skirt.

Xue Meng is hoarse, the voice is broken and broken: "Mother?"

The disciples of the dead and the dead have fallen and prayed: "Mrs."

The elders also salute: "Mrs. Wang."

There is no blood on her face, the only gorgeous is the coral red beads on the earrings. She didn't say anything, first saw her husband's body, her body slammed, and then she saw Xue Meng being crushed and smashed on the ground, her face whiter.

The doorman was worried about her so weak body, afraid that it would be unbearable to faint in the next moment.

But Mrs. Wang just shivered slightly, her lips moved, and for the first time, she did not succeed in speaking.

But the second time, she spoke. The voice is hoarse, but it is trying to calm itself.

"Let him go."

The three words are lightly spoken to those who rudely suppress Xue Meng.

Many of those people did not directly see Mrs. Wang’s face. At this moment, she only felt that she was a weak woman. She said to her fiercely: "Your son killed so many people, how to put it?!"

"You must take the Tianyin Pavilion to detain the trial!"

Mrs. Wang’s eyes were filled with tears, but she still said one word: "Let him go."

"..."

No one is letting go, they are deadlocked.

Mrs. Wang looked up slightly and seemed to want to hold back the tears, but she did not succeed. The bitter tears slid down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, and the slender body was shuddering and weak as the wind blew.

Some people say: "The shackles of death and death today refused to shut down, and hurt countless monks in the upper monk. The things of ink burning and Chu Xiening are even more suspicious, so no matter what, you must seek justice - killing people to pay for justice. Madam, I can't help it."

Mrs. Wang didn’t say anything, and she didn’t look at her husband’s body again. She silently walked through the consciously dispersed people, step by step, and stepped on the high level of Dan’s heart, standing in front of the Lord.

Stand still.

The following are all human voices: "The death of Xue Zhangmen was accidentally coincidental, but Xue Meng was deliberately slaughtered."

"Yes, you must take him away."

The sound is like a tide, and it’s going on and off.

There is a wind blowing into the temple, the curtains are floating, and the curtains are cold.

"Xue Meng is guilty -"

"Hey!"

The temple is full of surprises.

The table was actually a woman who was as weak as a bush. Mrs. Wang’s eyes have been stunned, and a pretty hibiscus-like face has become popular.

She didn't know how to get angry, but she was angry but had burned her heart.

She stood in front of the temple, her eyes passed over everyone -

"Menger is my child, burning children is my nephew, it is my husband."

Her voice is not loud, but the words are clear and decisive.

"You, dig up the spiritual core of my nephew and hurt my husband's life. Now, want to be in front of me, take my son away?"

Jiang Dongtang has the most women, but on the contrary, she can't understand Mrs. Wang's mood.

Immediately, there was a woman who was cold and said: "Wang, you can make a point."

"Yes, if it is not for you to practice the ban, why should we dig his nucleus? If your husband does not listen to advice, why is it such a tragedy? If your son murders countless, how can we take him away? Wang, You must have a degree in your protection."

At this time, the sects of the sects have had a deep hatred of death and death, and they are not willing to let them go.

"Closed to close the door!"

"Take away the people who have just started! It must be severely punished! These killing devils, are you going to let them go?"

"One can't let go, grab it!"

Mrs. Wang stood on the temple and faced this chaos. This weak woman closed her eyes and slowly said: "There are people who are dead here. If I am alive, I will not allow you to move again and again. My son is divided."

The following people listened and only thought she was funny, only Jiang Yan slightly changed her face. Liang Zhubian, Jiang Dongtang, a female practitioner first said: "You are really a big word."

Mrs. Wang slowly walked down the steps of the temple. She ignored the female repair, but said to all those who stared at her: "You bully the orphans and widows, what is it?"

Walking down the last stage, she stood on the dark red carpet embroidered with Du Ruo, lifting a pair of beautiful eyes, her face still soft, her eyes firm.

She raised her hand, moved, and took off a silver bracelet on her wrist.

The woman who mocked her squinted her eyes: "What are you doing?"

Mrs. Wang raised her hand, but I don’t know why there was a dazzling red light in my palm. She pointed her finger together, and the slender fingers actually made the silver bracelet into a powder! !

Many people have to take a step back, and even the people who are dying of life are so shocked that they can’t speak. Xue Meng is also full of gloom. There is only Jiang Yan in the crowd - only Jiang Yan.

He stared at her, his face was extremely ugly, but he was not surprised.

"The dead and the dead, the dead and the dead do not change. If you want to close the door, go forward -"

Mrs. Wang smashed the residual powder of the silver bracelet and carried it up, saying something that made everyone stunned.

"Play with me."