"!!"

Looking at the late night of Chu’s face, the teacher’s face seemed to be sad and madly laughing. He repeated: “Yes, my father has eaten my mother alive. Live... I was then In the vicinity, I heard the call and I ran over. I don't know what happened. I rushed to the door. I asked the girl to tell me what happened to you. No one came back to me. She was always at the door. The place is screaming."

The thin lips are light, and the teacher said: "The door is open."

Dead.

Probably like the dead silence after the door was opened.

The mouth is the father of blood. The arm is torn the piece of meat to the blurred mother.

It is like a child whose soul is broken.

Nine years old.

The father is already crazy, and the flesh and blood of the sphenoid can help the cultivation of the elder. He is going to die because she is going to die. This is what she should pay back to him!

Together with this kind of cockroach! Will make him suffer from retribution! Hey!

He couldn’t say that the slimy hand was cold in his body. The child like a woodcarving clay stretched out, his eyes were frenzied and distorted.

At that time, the teacher did not respond at all. He looked at everything in front of him with no sorrow and fear. He seemed to be drained in an instant, and an empty shell was poked in the same place.

The man's hand was getting closer and closer, and a drop of warm blood fell on his cheek, like a tear.

He looked up and stared blankly at the strange ghost.

"father……?"

"Run!" Behind him, Huagui’s screams broke through the clouds and broke through the clouds. "Anan, run!"

One arm was torn open by the blade, the bones of the legs and feet were interrupted, and the woman squirmed like a locust on the ground, ugly, but she tried to climb to her husband and wanted to hold the man's legs and feet.

"Run!!!! Run!! Don't look back! Don't come back!!!! Ah--!!!!!!!"

In response to her, the man jerked back and stepped on her face and slammed down.

Huagui turned his head to the side, and there was a drop of golden tears in his eyes.

She tried her best: "Run..."

Slamming.

Throat pipe break...

She said, run.

So from that day, the teacher had been running all the time, every night, every night, every night, he and the original mad ran out of the Tianyin Pavilion, running like a wilderness in the same place, he fled, he was No, he is going to collapse.

He has collapsed.

No matter where he fled, no matter how many years he passed, he could hear the sharp and terrible cry of his mother: "Run! Run!!"

He ran from the deep lane to the vast wilderness, through the golden wheat waves, from the depths of the darkness to the arrow of dawn to tear the universe, the world is gentle and blushing.

Like blood.

The blood flowing from her body, the blood that slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Ah... ah!!!!"

He unconsciously and indiscriminately snorted, the shoes had already fallen, the feet were worn, rotten, gravel plunged in, blood bubbles.

The golden tears finally ran along his cheeks. He sighed like a sleepy beast and ran across the dead grass, licking the bushes, and his legs and feet were all cut.

He didn't dare to stop. He didn't dare to go to see which road was comfortable. He only tried to run to the nearest one. He didn't dare to stop and die. Stop and die.

He did not stop.

For more than ten years, I have never dared to stop.

Will die, the sphenoid will not die when they go home.

"I was later picked up by Xue Zun... I was terrified. At that time, Tianyinge was looking for my whereabouts. I didn't dare to tell the truth, I didn't dare to cry. He asked me where I came from, my parents. Where is it, I will lie to him..." The teacher whispered, "Later, he took me back to life and death... After a few more years, a sphenoid man who had been saved by a mother finally managed to find me. She has been a disciple in Tianyin Pavilion. In order not to be suspicious, she personally ruined her face when she first entered the cabinet... She escaped my father's eyes and handed it over to all my mother's relics. ""

"My mother's collection of magical records over the years, the sacred beauty of the skeletal beauty, the buds of the eight bitter long hate flowers, and the method she opened the door to open the devil world, a thick basket."

Chu nightning slowly closed his eyes: "...so, you left the road she had wanted to go. I did what she had done before."

"Yes, I continue to repair the path of the medicinal sect. In order not to blame the suspicion of the Lord, those who used to go out in the mountains in those years were all Huai Nan."

"Hua Bi Nan's reputation is getting higher and higher, even so high that Jiang Yan is paying attention to me, he reached out to me - I did the same thing as my mother. Even if this martial art once used the beauty as a livestock, Even if it had been cautiously my mother for so long, I promised him to have everything in the realm of comprehension and get everything I needed to return home. Since then, I have had two identities, disciples of death and death, pharmacists of the lonely moon night. "The teacher stunned," and later, the Tianyin Pavilion died, and Ms. Wood followed his position. She was always looking for the murderer who killed her mother in the same year... I didn’t dare to believe anyone anymore. But after several trials, I finally decided to go to Tianyin Pavilion to see her and tell her the story."

Speaking of this, the teacher smiled a little, although the eyes were still cold: "As the teacher sees... I am not gambling, she is the person standing on my side."

"..."

"Although she is not a beauty seat, she regards my mother as a mother, and regards the beauty of the family as her own mother. She has been helping me all these years."

Help Hua Binan. Help the teacher.

Help her half-brother.

After the teacher finished speaking, he took off the pieces of the broken pieces and put the mirror back into the Qiankun bag.

The rain outside is like the soul of the skeletal beauty tens of thousands of years, slamming the window, sorrowful, unwilling. There is probably Huagui at the head there, and there is a mother who is a teacher. She is shouting screamingly, running... running... don’t stop, don’t look back...

"There is no way out." The teacher finally buried his face with a tired face, and his voice was dumb. "Master, we have no way out. It is the choice of the Terran or our destruction. Only I can choose the latter." ”

Like the last day, like a bayonet, the lightning cracked.

The sound of the rain and the sound of the rain, the thousands of horses and hooves, the leaves were immersed in oil, and the glare of Huaguang in the Middle East fell.

Suddenly the door opened open, and the strong wind wrapped in the rain.

The white light Lei Guang reflected the two people who looked back in the temple. The wooden cigarette stood in front of the threshold. She did not have an umbrella, and she was drenched and drenched, and her eyes looked extremely chaotic.

"A Nan, the last 30 treasures are still in the game. We have already entered the door of the Devil."

She hadn't finished yet, and the teacher shook up and stood up. The tip of his finger shivered uncontrollably: "Take the fairy? Thirty Jane chess is just a moment for him, let him do it. Then ......" He said here, slamming his mouth.

When the wood smoke entered the house, it was only in the face that she could see that her face was covered with fear: "Tai Xianjun did not know what happened, suddenly fainted. And his heartbeat also..."

"and also?"

"It is also extremely unstable, and the spiritual nucleus is collapsing, as if it will never wake up again-"

The teacher screamed awkwardly: "Impossible! It is his own spiritual core. I have deployed it thousands of times. How can it suddenly collapse? How?"

Stayed.

Suddenly he was blessed to the soul, as if a certain level was opened, and a thunder slammed into the thunder. In the tumultuous sound of the world, he slowly turned his head back and saw the ghostly pale face as he turned to the couch. Binding to the late night.

"Is it..." The lips trembled and joined, "Don't you...do you do it?"

The violent storm outside the room lining the silence in the house, quiet like a tomb, like a deep abyss. The light and shadow of the candlestick is like the sorrow of the soul, dancing in the resentment and sorrow.

In this dead silence, Chu night Ning closed his eyes and then opened.

"...Yes." He said, "It's me."

With a bang, the Thunder seemed to be to fry the cloud into a powder, and shake it. The heavy rain was like a waterfall.

The teacher shook his heart and took a step.

"You...you can still..."

"Since you told me about your business. Chu Yuening's voice is very low," then I will tell you about me. ”

Teacher: "..."

"Previous life, my spiritual core was abolished, only the power of nine songs, and I do not know my own life. So I will not be able to compete with the immortal." The golden light on the wrist suddenly sounded, and the chain was broken. The charms are all burning!

Chu nightning got up on the couch and lifted a pair of phoenix eyes.

"In this life, he has been under house arrest for me, enough for me to bury my curse deep in his heart." When I said these words, Chu Xiaoning had no expression on her face.

Sadness, pain, compassion, remorse, nothing, death calm.

"The spell will erode deeper and deeper, and eventually it will make him flustered and the heart will stop. Your weapon of this sacred weapon will still be destroyed in my hands."

"..."

"...Sorry, Hua Binan. I can't let you go home."

The teacher did not seem to expect this change. He was whiter than jade and colder than Xuan Bing. He stared at Chu Xinning incredulously, his lips trembled slightly.

"It's over." Chu Yuning said, the light in the palm of his hand.

"...you are crazy!!!" The teacher looked at the golden light, and suddenly he was crazy. His eyes were splashing with the wild nature of the beast. "You want to kill him?! You actually want to kill him... you have the heart - you can bear it." !!"

No one can see what emotions he sees in his dark eyes. Chu nightning said: "I have a heart."

"..."

The golden light is getting more and more prosperous, and Chu’s face is getting more and more ugly. Although he is only a broken branch of Yan Dimu, many of his gods’ curse, he has some vague impressions. Including "Tian Wan asked people", also derived from the vague outline of the skull.

He thought that this was an accident, and later he understood that it was not.

As Shenmu itself, he has been left with many imprints of the spell by Shennong. As long as he tries his best to remember, he can think of many ancient secrets, such as time and space, such as the cracking corpse he used for the first time.

The smashing corpse is related to the battle of the gods and gods in the wild. According to legend, after the war, the Terran on the mainland suffered heavy casualties. The survivors struggled in the corpse, and soon became afflicted with diseases and diseases. At that time, Fuxi was bent on killing the konjac, and the son-in-law was seriously injured. The beginning of God's sleep, only the Shennong can be saved.

Therefore, Shennong inserted a tower of Shentianyan Dimu into the sea of ​​the East Pole, and the Shenmu passed through the Jiuyi, and went down to the extreme, with thousands of branches and hundreds of millions of flowers.

"Shenmu, people are stunned."

The voice fell, the roots of Yandi Shenmu spread from the bottom of the East China Sea, and it was all over the entire realm! Those rough or slender, or rough or soft roots must rise from the ground and the sand will fall.

"The corpse, the harvest!"

The rhizome wraps a rotten corpse on the ground, breaking into ash... The carrion between the heavens and the earth is gone, the corpse ash becomes fertile soil, and the flowers are on the fertile soil. Yan Dimu completed its first thing in the world, and its billions of roots reclaimed the extremes of the East China Sea.

——

This is the oldest record of the Emperor Yanmu in the annals.

Chu’s eyelids were brightened by the burning brilliance of his hands.

This is the magical weapon of Shennong. He will, because he is part of Yandi Wood. Now that he is urging the law, that person... will soon be gone, nothing will be left.

But it is a corpse.

Chu night, Ning pains to the extreme thought, what is ... reluctant.

"You... Chu night, you..."

The teacher stared at him, his eyes screaming and madness flashed. Both of them are here, and he can no longer be calm.

"You stop me!"

Hearing this voice, Chu nightning lifted his cockroach and looked at him quietly, just like the rainy days many years ago, he saw the child standing in the school of death and death.

At that time, he did not think that the identity of the teacher would be the sphenoidal beauty seat of the escaped birth.

His initial impression of the teacher was all from the words of others. He heard that a new child came from the dead, and that the child’s homework has been very hard, but the natural spirit is too weak, and the spells are not good. And because the qualifications are too bad, no elders are willing to accept him as a disciple, even after he has measured his spiritual roots, he has euphemistically rejected him.

That year, the rain dripped down the black wawa, and the childlike child looked up helplessly, holding a thick book in his arms.

Chu night Ning Weiwei: "...is you?"

He recognized the unsocial child, and he took the paper umbrella and walked toward him.

"Ah, Yuheng elders." The little guy was shocked and hurriedly bowed his head, and the stack of books on his chin made him crumbling. "Ask the elders."

"...so late, still in school?"

"No, no way, there are so many things to see, I haven't had time to read it."

Chu night, coveted, his eyes fell on the "Golden Moon Night Medicine Collection".

The child therefore looked awkward, and Xue Yusheng said: "My qualifications are dull and I can only take a look at the contents of the medicine... I don't think that the moonlight night is better..."

Chu night Ning is slightly puzzled, and his eyebrows are awkward: "Look at the book, what is nervous."

The child puts his head down even lower: "It is the disciple who makes a mistake."

The slender body is desperately low, and it doesn't want to be noticeable. The late night reminds me of the dialogue that the elders have had before -

"The teacher is well-behaved, it's too talentless, but it's a pity."

"He is actually not suitable for comprehension. Hey, the Lord does not know what to think about. Why bother to receive a Huigen to practice? If you have mercy on him, let him go to Mengpotang to make a meal and cook."

"But he seems to have some interest in the medicinal sect, greedy wolf, don't you consider accepting it?"

The greedy wolf elders lazily: "The temper is too soft, don't like it, don't accept it."

An umbrella ran over, and the raindrops of pearls fell on the paper.

The jade knuckles hold the handle and the bones are smoothed. Chu night Ning said to the child faintly: "Let's go, it's too late. I will send you."

A small white wildflower was twitching, and the teacher stunned. First, he bowed and then hid in the shade of the oil paper umbrella.

In the slanting wind and drizzle, they went away.

The sergeant's eyes were red, and the whole person was taut as if the bowstring would break. He yelled: "Chu night Ning! Why do you want to stop me?! It’s here to the point where you stop me and use it!"

"The killings have already been killed, but only the last 30 lives! As long as 30 lives, so many sphenoids can live for thousands of years! Finally, you can go back to the demon domain, why are you? Why do you rely on it? what?"

The wind thunder was alarming, he was like a dragon with a broken claw. There is still a gentle shadow of the past on that face.

"You destroy the stepping fairy, and the dead monks can't live. You destroy him. This world is no cure, you... you..."

Chu night Ningdao: "The days of punishment have not come to the end, the end of time and space to die, this earth can not be saved, but the other can still be preserved."

"I just want thirty more lives!"

"...one should not be less." Chu nightning closed his eyes, and the palm of the light was light to the extreme, "Heaven, masses -!"

It was like a sacred sect of the gods, and with his stern drink, the muffled sound of the earth came from afar.

The palms are awkward!

In the distant mountains, the stunned stepping fairy has been tightly tied by Liu Teng.

The teacher's lips are white and the pupils are small: "...why are you...you can't stop here..."

"..."

"Don't give us the last way to live. To kill your own apprentice... I just... I only need thirty lives..."

One red dust was everywhere, and the other river was swaying. After the opening of the magic domain, I don’t know what kind of changes will happen. Since the ancient Mozus were more war-torn, they have been rebellious, and they have been driven out of the world.

Chu late Ning is very clear, this is not thirty people...

Even if it’s just 30 lives, who should die? Who should pave the way for the return of the sphenoid, who will sacrifice.

The golden light in the palm is even more blazing, and it is reflected in the eyes of the teacher. The teacher seems to be ridiculed by this light. He wants to go forward with anger, but an enchantment barrier is raised in front of the night.

He can't go.

Without the stepping of the fairy king, the teacher is like a butcher who has lost the sharp edge, leaving only a pair of flesh palms... He and the wooden cigarettes can never be the opponents of Chu Xiaoning.

In desperation, the eyes of the teacher’s eyes seemed to be bleeding. What should he do? What should he do? ! he--

Suddenly, he remembered one thing. This makes it like a butcher facing the beast, slamming into the rucksack and taking out the last weapon. He pointed the sharp weapon at the person who decided to destroy his life calculations.

"Good, good. Master, you are jealous. You... let's start."

"..."

"You start."

Chu nightning did not know why his attitude changed abruptly, but he saw that he suddenly lifted his head and looked up, hahaha laughed out loudly, and then suddenly bowed his head and stared at the face of Chu Yuning, and the words bite and shattered: "You are a master, master. Even if you break him down, you won't be able to get the best of both of us, and everyone will lose it!"

The wood smoke is stunned by his madness, and there is no hidden pain. He whispered: "Anan..."

At this time, the teacher couldn’t listen to any of her words. He was holding the madness of the last fight before the death of the beast, and it was almost fierce and grinning:

"You killed him - kill him."

"..."

The venom and blood smashed out, and the teacher smashed a pair of dead black eyes through the fingers and stared at the night. One word.

"With his body, the last glimpse of your soul!"