In a corner of Lanruo Temple, a woman shook her hands desperately, but the golden flames on it not only did not diminish, but spread upwards along her hands. The woman gritted her teeth and cut off her entire arm, and blue blood flowed out of the wound.
The arms on the ground were cut off and disappeared from human form, and they turned into ghost hands and twisted and burned, only to stop until they burned out.
The woman was both shocked and afraid when she saw this scene, but the resentment on her face became even deeper, and even a human face was as ferocious as an evil ghost.
Xiaoduzi didn't hurry up and couldn't stop the Chixia from being finished together. Unexpectedly, such a powerful person came to the temple.
A young woman next to her looked at this scene and seemed to have a flame burning. It was Nie Xiaoqian, and she also complained in her heart. She wanted to go to Xu Xian tonight to ask him to take her out of Lanruo Temple, but she didn't expect that such a big disturbance would happen at night.
Yes, aunt.Xiaoqian responded in a low voice, then turned around and walked towards the direction of the fight, but did not see how vicious the woman looked at her. The remaining left hand slowly opened and grabbed Xiaoqianxu.
Xiaoqian seemed to have not realized it. The woman firmly felt murderous. Just when she was about to take action, Xiaoqian suddenly turned around and smiled naughtyly.
The smile seemed to be like a cunning little girl who found the candy she hid from her mother, with a little smugness and satisfaction.
The woman has never seen this girl smile like this for so many years. In the eyes of the woman, she is always weak, sad and sentimental.
Especially when she glanced at the beauty of her brows, she made the woman jealous.
But she never thought about how such a weak woman survived in such a ghost cave where ghosts were staring around and kept her innocent body, would she be favored by her grandmother?
Xiaoqian's hair was covered with black hair, fluttering slightly in the night wind. She was wearing a peach wood hairpin and was taken off at some point. She held it in her hand, but she held a black doll in her other hand. The wooden hairpin penetrated deeply into the doll. The woman's whole body was stiff and her throat was clattering. What, how is it possible?
The woman couldn't believe how could a mere witchcraft doll be able to deal with her? Even if Xiaoqian hides her strength, she would never be stronger than herself. Her years of cultivation were far above this little girl.
But her numb body reminded her of failure.
Xiaoqian covered her mouth with one hand and chuckled slightly, but with the other hand, she grabbed the doll tightly and slowly pressed the hairpin deeper with her thumb.Auntie, the black hair curse tastes pretty good!
The woman tried her best to see that the doll was actually made of hair, and the source of the material was undoubtedly her.
She suddenly remembered Xiaoqian's maid who combed her hair in recent years.
Every day, watching Xiaoqian comb her hair reluctantly is the most pleasant time for her every day.
As the hairpin became deeper and deeper, the woman could no longer speak.
The black hair curse knot, the person who received the art of collecting three thousand black hairs, and uses his wonderful hands to form a puppet, and he can reach the death ground.
However, the conditions for this technique are extremely strict. The hair cannot be cut and pulled out, it must fall off completely and naturally. It is impossible for the trustees to do it.
This technique is so biased that no one thought that someone would use this technique.
Three years of tolerance were just for one possibility. Today I finally used it. The hairpin penetrated the doll, and the doll spontaneously ignited without fire. The woman watched her body burning, but she couldn't feel any pain. A great fear swallowed her and only died.
Xiaoqian took her hairpin back into her sleeve, and her mother's words were still in her ears. Xiaoqian, you must learn to coax people so that you will not be bullied by others!A sad smile appeared on Xiaoqian's face: Mom, Xiaoqian is very good at coaxing people, right?
In Lanruo Temple, in that moment of light, the little ghost howled and turned into blue smoke, and the big ghost also wailed and dispersed. Xu Xian felt a headache and the light in his soul dimmed a lot.
But it also exudes a very warm but ruthless consciousness that supports him, preventing him from fainting.
He bent over and gritted his teeth for a while, and said to Yàn Chixia beside him, "Go and kill the enemy's head."
Yàn Chixia did not hide the praise in her eyes, nor did she come to help Xu Xian, but just strode ahead, and Xu Xian followed without hesitation.
Passersby were indeed much more relaxed, and there were not many ghosts to stop them. The two of them walked very quickly.There is a wall in front of it. As long as you go over it, you can reach a chasm outside the temple, the old demon's nest.
Mr. Xu save me!A soft cry blocked the two of them, and Chixia felt a trembling heart. She was another ghost who could get close to her.
But after hearing her cry for help, there was no sword slashing down. The sword light stayed beside Xiaoqian, surrounding like a fish. Xiaoqian's face was even pale and her whole body was trembling, like a lonely little flower in the cold wind, which was fascinating.
Xiaoqian died at the age of 18 and was buried outside Lanruo Temple. She was forced by monsters and became a slave and a maid. She had no choice but to harm others. When she saw the young master sincerity yesterday, she wanted to let the young master save me from the sea of suffering. Although she knew that she was very guilty, I hope you will cherish it.After saying that, Xiaoqian knelt on the ground, looking at Xu Xian with anticipation, and looking at the sword light beside her as if nothing was left.
Yàn Chixia looked at Xu Xian, and Xu Xian forced herself to support her body and nodded to Yàn Chixia, and shook her head again.
Yàn Chixia understood that Xu Xian had the intention of saving her, but gave the decision to herself, and glanced at the light female ghost on the ground and said: His aura was light and agile, and he was not a person who practiced by sucking people's essence and blood.
Xu Xian nodded and said to Nie Xiaoqian: Get up!His voice was so dull that he was even surprised.When he used the power of the sun in his soul, he seemed particularly calm and indifferent, and was not moved by external objects.
I had no time to think about it. The two of them rushed outside the temple and listened to Xiaoqian talking about various matters about this old monster along the way. Although I cannot believe it all, there is always a reference.
But the more I heard about Chixia's brows, the tighter they frowned.
If the ghosts are wolfs that eat sheep, then the old demon is tigers that eat wolfs that eat wolfs. They often directly plunder the essence and blood from the haunted house, and the ghosts cannot resist.
Xiaoqian didn't say anything, that is, the old demon had never taken anything from her, which was one of the reasons why she was envied and hated by all the ghosts.
Some people say that she is favored by her grandmother, but Xiaoqian really didn't see the meaning of favor from that numb face. Instead, she has been bound here by the old demon with her corpse like many ghosts for decades.
Therefore, I didn’t feel uneasy when I took Xu Xian and the other two to the old demon’s nest, but she was a little hesitant. Are these two really the old demon’s opponents?
Chixia is also thinking about this question, but no matter what, as long as a real man makes up his mind and only acts resolutely, even if he is in the sea of hell, there will be no regrets or regrets.
As for Xu Xian, the person who should have been most afraid of, was now in a wonderful state. He had never used the power of the sun in his soul, but his heart was as calm as water, and it was difficult to have any turbulence.
I saw a huge poplar tree standing quietly at the highest point of a chasm.There is a black nest on the tree, which is exactly what Xiaoqian calls the place to bury the bones.
In the darkness, the graves are everywhere, and ghosts are rugged.
In the darkness, a green ocean was reflected, and the blue fire gathered and dispersed, and countless sorrows, loud laughter, shouts of shouts and killing filled my ears.
It makes people shocked to hear it. If a mortal is afraid of being shocked to death on the spot, even ordinary practitioners will be shocked.
Yàn Chixia was fearless and moved forward resolutely.Xu Xian maintained a faint golden light and followed behind, his face as calm as if he was not facing a death fight.
Xiaoqian followed them sadly, and I don’t know how many scolds came towards her, and the feeling of a betrayer would never be too good.
Even she couldn't help but tremble. Xu Xian in front suddenly stopped. Xiaoqian's divine thoughts almost hit his back in a daze. She grabbed her slender white wrist with one hand, and a warmth came from her. Some time, the light was no longer dazzling.
Xiaoqian was pulled by the figure in the light and followed behind her, and her heart suddenly calmed down. Is this the person she decided to agree with?
Xu Xian was thinking: If she had any abnormal movements, she would immediately use the Sun True Fire he had just mastered to redeem the killing.
As I walked along the way, I tried my best to absorb the power of the sun and felt that the light in the star palace was lit up again.
He would never be so scheming and decisive on weekdays, but when he constantly absorbs the power of the sun, his rationality has gained unprecedented prevailing.
Cough cough cough.The dry and weak cough spread throughout the hills.
Under the poplar tree, an old woman sat there lazily with her back hunched, and the cough came from her mouth, and the hill immediately calmed down.
Grandma!Xiaoqian cried out in a complicated relationship.
But grandma just glanced at her with her turbid eyes and said: Come on.
The voice was as light as usual, but it almost made Xiaoqian cry, because the voice was so familiar for decades.
Yàn Chixia was facing a great enemy. He felt that the old woman in front of him was an extremely difficult enemy, and this was her territory. This time it was probably a life-and-death struggle.
Just a trace of doubt slipped through my mind. Since it was a monster and a wood monster known for its longevity, why was it so old and coughing endlessly?
But thinking about it, most of the monsters are pretending, perhaps this old monster's strategy to underestimate the enemy.
The two of them stepped forward, and Xu Xian held the Qinghong Sword in his hand tightly.Yàn Chixia's white flying sword shines with dazzling white light.The war is about to break out.
You two would like to listen to the old man tell a story. After the story is told, you will kill and cut, and you will be treated with the will of honor.
Yàn Chixia looked at Xu Xian and were a little surprised. They didn't fight, had a discord, and did not surrender, but they wanted to tell any stories.
But the two of them kept walking until they reached within ten steps of the poplar tree. Yàn Chixia nodded and said: Tell me!No matter what conspiracy or tricks there are, the flying sword is enough to kill, and the two of them are willing to take a break after a fierce battle. It is also beneficial for them to delay time.
Yàn Chixia was full of heroic spirit, Xu Xian was as calm as water, standing on this chaotic grave, the ghosts around him were quiet, but the hostility was not reduced at all, but the two of them looked as if nothing had happened.
He just kept accumulating strength and waited for a right time to send out a thunderous blow, killing the old monster's life.
As for what grandma would say, neither of them took it seriously.
The arms on the ground were cut off and disappeared from human form, and they turned into ghost hands and twisted and burned, only to stop until they burned out.
The woman was both shocked and afraid when she saw this scene, but the resentment on her face became even deeper, and even a human face was as ferocious as an evil ghost.
Xiaoduzi didn't hurry up and couldn't stop the Chixia from being finished together. Unexpectedly, such a powerful person came to the temple.
A young woman next to her looked at this scene and seemed to have a flame burning. It was Nie Xiaoqian, and she also complained in her heart. She wanted to go to Xu Xian tonight to ask him to take her out of Lanruo Temple, but she didn't expect that such a big disturbance would happen at night.
Yes, aunt.Xiaoqian responded in a low voice, then turned around and walked towards the direction of the fight, but did not see how vicious the woman looked at her. The remaining left hand slowly opened and grabbed Xiaoqianxu.
Xiaoqian seemed to have not realized it. The woman firmly felt murderous. Just when she was about to take action, Xiaoqian suddenly turned around and smiled naughtyly.
The smile seemed to be like a cunning little girl who found the candy she hid from her mother, with a little smugness and satisfaction.
The woman has never seen this girl smile like this for so many years. In the eyes of the woman, she is always weak, sad and sentimental.
Especially when she glanced at the beauty of her brows, she made the woman jealous.
But she never thought about how such a weak woman survived in such a ghost cave where ghosts were staring around and kept her innocent body, would she be favored by her grandmother?
Xiaoqian's hair was covered with black hair, fluttering slightly in the night wind. She was wearing a peach wood hairpin and was taken off at some point. She held it in her hand, but she held a black doll in her other hand. The wooden hairpin penetrated deeply into the doll. The woman's whole body was stiff and her throat was clattering. What, how is it possible?
The woman couldn't believe how could a mere witchcraft doll be able to deal with her? Even if Xiaoqian hides her strength, she would never be stronger than herself. Her years of cultivation were far above this little girl.
But her numb body reminded her of failure.
Xiaoqian covered her mouth with one hand and chuckled slightly, but with the other hand, she grabbed the doll tightly and slowly pressed the hairpin deeper with her thumb.Auntie, the black hair curse tastes pretty good!
The woman tried her best to see that the doll was actually made of hair, and the source of the material was undoubtedly her.
She suddenly remembered Xiaoqian's maid who combed her hair in recent years.
Every day, watching Xiaoqian comb her hair reluctantly is the most pleasant time for her every day.
As the hairpin became deeper and deeper, the woman could no longer speak.
The black hair curse knot, the person who received the art of collecting three thousand black hairs, and uses his wonderful hands to form a puppet, and he can reach the death ground.
However, the conditions for this technique are extremely strict. The hair cannot be cut and pulled out, it must fall off completely and naturally. It is impossible for the trustees to do it.
This technique is so biased that no one thought that someone would use this technique.
Three years of tolerance were just for one possibility. Today I finally used it. The hairpin penetrated the doll, and the doll spontaneously ignited without fire. The woman watched her body burning, but she couldn't feel any pain. A great fear swallowed her and only died.
Xiaoqian took her hairpin back into her sleeve, and her mother's words were still in her ears. Xiaoqian, you must learn to coax people so that you will not be bullied by others!A sad smile appeared on Xiaoqian's face: Mom, Xiaoqian is very good at coaxing people, right?
In Lanruo Temple, in that moment of light, the little ghost howled and turned into blue smoke, and the big ghost also wailed and dispersed. Xu Xian felt a headache and the light in his soul dimmed a lot.
But it also exudes a very warm but ruthless consciousness that supports him, preventing him from fainting.
He bent over and gritted his teeth for a while, and said to Yàn Chixia beside him, "Go and kill the enemy's head."
Yàn Chixia did not hide the praise in her eyes, nor did she come to help Xu Xian, but just strode ahead, and Xu Xian followed without hesitation.
Passersby were indeed much more relaxed, and there were not many ghosts to stop them. The two of them walked very quickly.There is a wall in front of it. As long as you go over it, you can reach a chasm outside the temple, the old demon's nest.
Mr. Xu save me!A soft cry blocked the two of them, and Chixia felt a trembling heart. She was another ghost who could get close to her.
But after hearing her cry for help, there was no sword slashing down. The sword light stayed beside Xiaoqian, surrounding like a fish. Xiaoqian's face was even pale and her whole body was trembling, like a lonely little flower in the cold wind, which was fascinating.
Xiaoqian died at the age of 18 and was buried outside Lanruo Temple. She was forced by monsters and became a slave and a maid. She had no choice but to harm others. When she saw the young master sincerity yesterday, she wanted to let the young master save me from the sea of suffering. Although she knew that she was very guilty, I hope you will cherish it.After saying that, Xiaoqian knelt on the ground, looking at Xu Xian with anticipation, and looking at the sword light beside her as if nothing was left.
Yàn Chixia looked at Xu Xian, and Xu Xian forced herself to support her body and nodded to Yàn Chixia, and shook her head again.
Yàn Chixia understood that Xu Xian had the intention of saving her, but gave the decision to herself, and glanced at the light female ghost on the ground and said: His aura was light and agile, and he was not a person who practiced by sucking people's essence and blood.
Xu Xian nodded and said to Nie Xiaoqian: Get up!His voice was so dull that he was even surprised.When he used the power of the sun in his soul, he seemed particularly calm and indifferent, and was not moved by external objects.
I had no time to think about it. The two of them rushed outside the temple and listened to Xiaoqian talking about various matters about this old monster along the way. Although I cannot believe it all, there is always a reference.
But the more I heard about Chixia's brows, the tighter they frowned.
If the ghosts are wolfs that eat sheep, then the old demon is tigers that eat wolfs that eat wolfs. They often directly plunder the essence and blood from the haunted house, and the ghosts cannot resist.
Xiaoqian didn't say anything, that is, the old demon had never taken anything from her, which was one of the reasons why she was envied and hated by all the ghosts.
Some people say that she is favored by her grandmother, but Xiaoqian really didn't see the meaning of favor from that numb face. Instead, she has been bound here by the old demon with her corpse like many ghosts for decades.
Therefore, I didn’t feel uneasy when I took Xu Xian and the other two to the old demon’s nest, but she was a little hesitant. Are these two really the old demon’s opponents?
Chixia is also thinking about this question, but no matter what, as long as a real man makes up his mind and only acts resolutely, even if he is in the sea of hell, there will be no regrets or regrets.
As for Xu Xian, the person who should have been most afraid of, was now in a wonderful state. He had never used the power of the sun in his soul, but his heart was as calm as water, and it was difficult to have any turbulence.
I saw a huge poplar tree standing quietly at the highest point of a chasm.There is a black nest on the tree, which is exactly what Xiaoqian calls the place to bury the bones.
In the darkness, the graves are everywhere, and ghosts are rugged.
In the darkness, a green ocean was reflected, and the blue fire gathered and dispersed, and countless sorrows, loud laughter, shouts of shouts and killing filled my ears.
It makes people shocked to hear it. If a mortal is afraid of being shocked to death on the spot, even ordinary practitioners will be shocked.
Yàn Chixia was fearless and moved forward resolutely.Xu Xian maintained a faint golden light and followed behind, his face as calm as if he was not facing a death fight.
Xiaoqian followed them sadly, and I don’t know how many scolds came towards her, and the feeling of a betrayer would never be too good.
Even she couldn't help but tremble. Xu Xian in front suddenly stopped. Xiaoqian's divine thoughts almost hit his back in a daze. She grabbed her slender white wrist with one hand, and a warmth came from her. Some time, the light was no longer dazzling.
Xiaoqian was pulled by the figure in the light and followed behind her, and her heart suddenly calmed down. Is this the person she decided to agree with?
Xu Xian was thinking: If she had any abnormal movements, she would immediately use the Sun True Fire he had just mastered to redeem the killing.
As I walked along the way, I tried my best to absorb the power of the sun and felt that the light in the star palace was lit up again.
He would never be so scheming and decisive on weekdays, but when he constantly absorbs the power of the sun, his rationality has gained unprecedented prevailing.
Cough cough cough.The dry and weak cough spread throughout the hills.
Under the poplar tree, an old woman sat there lazily with her back hunched, and the cough came from her mouth, and the hill immediately calmed down.
Grandma!Xiaoqian cried out in a complicated relationship.
But grandma just glanced at her with her turbid eyes and said: Come on.
The voice was as light as usual, but it almost made Xiaoqian cry, because the voice was so familiar for decades.
Yàn Chixia was facing a great enemy. He felt that the old woman in front of him was an extremely difficult enemy, and this was her territory. This time it was probably a life-and-death struggle.
Just a trace of doubt slipped through my mind. Since it was a monster and a wood monster known for its longevity, why was it so old and coughing endlessly?
But thinking about it, most of the monsters are pretending, perhaps this old monster's strategy to underestimate the enemy.
The two of them stepped forward, and Xu Xian held the Qinghong Sword in his hand tightly.Yàn Chixia's white flying sword shines with dazzling white light.The war is about to break out.
You two would like to listen to the old man tell a story. After the story is told, you will kill and cut, and you will be treated with the will of honor.
Yàn Chixia looked at Xu Xian and were a little surprised. They didn't fight, had a discord, and did not surrender, but they wanted to tell any stories.
But the two of them kept walking until they reached within ten steps of the poplar tree. Yàn Chixia nodded and said: Tell me!No matter what conspiracy or tricks there are, the flying sword is enough to kill, and the two of them are willing to take a break after a fierce battle. It is also beneficial for them to delay time.
Yàn Chixia was full of heroic spirit, Xu Xian was as calm as water, standing on this chaotic grave, the ghosts around him were quiet, but the hostility was not reduced at all, but the two of them looked as if nothing had happened.
He just kept accumulating strength and waited for a right time to send out a thunderous blow, killing the old monster's life.
As for what grandma would say, neither of them took it seriously.
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