Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Jump down?

He squatted slowly and touched the edge of the fissure with his hands. It was hard rock under the soil. It was rough and hard, and a burst of coldness turned into a white mist, floating out of the fissure.

It's so cold.

Jingyangpo in the crack of Yin and Yang, whether it is a demon or a human, has escaped from the living, and has been killed by him, and he is dead on all sides, leaving him alone.

Jump on.

Save Sister Ai and Ling Miaomiao, save them first, and then calculate the ledger.

The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, ticking, dripping on the gray rocks, and smiled blankly. Sister A has never listened to him, but what about Ling Miaomiao?

Did n’t she know that her Liu Fuyi was just wishful thinking and could not touch others ... even so, she would not listen to him.

Don't let her follow her.

Let her wait in the woods, she will run around.

Waiting for her to wait, she ignored it and jumped into the crack.

Do you have to break your hands and feet and tie them around to be obedient?

...

The power of the magic has passed, just like the athlete who took the stimulant, and he has overcome the effect of the drug. In the dark night, he is cold and tired, his calves twitch slightly, and even his half body trembles slightly.

Suddenly, a rumbling voice came along the ground, like a thunderous thunder exploding from the ground.

Turning in a whirlwind, a huge force immediately threw him a few feet away from the fissure, like the palm of a giant, playing with a small Swift in the palm of the palm with bad intentions.

Almost immediately, he took advantage of his strength to vacate again, freed from the shackles, and after a hundred battles to catch the demon handle, he could not afford to be tired and put on his armor again.

Seeing the ground, his face changed suddenly, and he swooped directly towards the fissure. Almost at the same time, the distant mountains surrounding Jingyangpo rumbling, and the nearest one began to crack, and the huge stones hit him like raindrops.

"Boom rumble--"

The fissure is closing slowly.

The phantom demon is right. The mountains and rivers on Jingyangpo are all under her control, turning her hands into clouds and covering her hands with rain. Even if Mu Sheng can kill all living monsters in one blow, he can't grasp the heavens and the earth that have no life or even nurture life. What's more, he is now the end of the crossbow.

The blood gathered more and more, almost converging into a stream, draped on the clothes, first drop by drop, then turned into a stream. He was thrown to the ground, kicked his teeth, and got up, dragging out a long blood stain, and the sweet smell enveloped the surrounding air.

His phalanx twitched against the ground, struggling to support his body, wet and wet all over him, like a drowning man, staring desperately at the fissure.

The fissure had already closed, leaving a trace as thin as a snake, like a mocking mouth.

Under the fissure, there is a cold underground palace with a high ceiling, and the walls have a depression every few steps to preserve the green fire.

Ling Miaomiao followed Mu Yao to settle down and caught up with her in a few steps: "Sister Mu, are you okay?"

Mu Yao turned back suddenly, grabbed her hand first, and looked serious: "How come you came down? Do you know how dangerous it is?"

She was a little flustered, a few sheets of rune paper were pinched in her hand, and her hands were a little shaking, clutching Ling Miaomiao's shoulder, and said firmly: "I will send you up."

"No, I won't go up ..." Ling Miaomiao shook her head hard.

It was n’t that she had to come down and let her stay on it. She could n’t bear the anger of Black Lotus. Even if he did n’t see her, she could n’t help it.

To jump, just jump together ... all jumped, and he no longer complained. Anyway, she has systematic self-defense and is not afraid of danger for the time being.

I just do n’t know, how is he doing on his own, can he be more flexible and appreciate the essence of her phrase "life is important" ...

Mu Yao was anxious: "Do not be willful. This is a fantasy demon's territory. There are institutions everywhere. I am not sure if I can retreat all over the body. What can I do if I cannot protect you?"

Miao Miao stared at the black and white eyes, shaking her head like a rattle: "I'm really okay, Sister Mu, I ... I'm lucky, I can't die easily."

"..." Mu Yao paced angrily, turned her head to support her shoulder again, and her beautiful and cold eyes looked at her seriously, "You should do me a favor, okay?" A Sheng is alone, I'm afraid he does stupid things, you go up and watch him ... "

Ling Miaomiao's head shook even more: "Sister Mu, I will save Brother Liu ..."

Mu Yao was about to speak, the ground rumbling and shaking, the two looked up together, only to see the distant "first line of sky" narrowed and narrowed, and even the stars in the night sky were dim and barely visible.

The darkness is like a big net, and it is to be shrouded with a hood, and they will be enveloped.

"The fissure is closing!" Mu Yao's complexion changed sharply, embracing Miaomiao's waist, clenching her teeth, and wanted to take advantage of her to send her up.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, an axe-like cold light fell from the sky, and it was about to split on them.

Mu Yao's pupils enlarged dramatically.

In this way, the attack of the dead hand is probably the first gift from the phantom monster. If she can only receive a blow when the treasure is full and the strength is full, but now, she is caught off guard, and An unarmed Ling Miaomiao, her block, will die half her life without dying ...

That's too late.

She turned sharply and wanted to switch positions with Ling Miaomiao. She took the demon handle to block it first. Unexpectedly, the girl hugged her waist hard and insisted to block it in front of her. — ”

The white light fell sharply, like a beheaded guillotine, quickly and ruthlessly, a water blue flame burst out suddenly, and Ling Miaomiao was wrapped in it in an instant, because she held her Yao, the two fell under the cover of Lan Yan.

One blue and one hundred collided in the air, a shrill scream, a huge energy exploded, the light was dazzling, and the whole picture was white. Then, all the dust settled, and the underground palace was still the underground palace. The ground shines on the ground, and only a few blue Mars are flying in the air.

Turning danger into danger, only two overlapping breathers in the palace, Miao Miao let go of Miao Yao, and she rubbed her swayed eyes in prostration.

For a long time, Mu Yao asked a little hesitantly: "Miao Miao, what is that in you?"

"Uh ..." Ling Miaomiao was lost in thought.

How should she explain Mu Yao's body protection Lan Yan?

Mu Yao didn't wait for her to reply, Jing bent down and picked up something from the ground. Miao Miao looked a bit familiar with the cool light. It was an autumn sachet with thin white ribbons.

Subconsciously, she touched her waist, only a rough fracture.

The black lotus used her hand to hang the sachet on her hand. She unloaded countless times and changed countless clothes, but she couldn't get rid of it. She felt it was strange to leave outside, so she had to cover it under her jacket, and she didn't show it.

Now ... but it was so easy to break, I couldn't tell the taste.

Mu Yao pinched the sachet with her slender fingers, rubbing it a few times, and looked a little weird: "Where did this sachet come from?"

"I ..." Miao Miao didn't know why she lied, her eyelashes trembling, "I picked it up on the road."

Mu Yao looked up at her, then quickly untied the white ribbon tied to the sachet and pulled out the dried flowers one by one.

Miao Miao watched her movements in shock, dumbfounded to see her pulling out a small piece of rune paper from a pile of dried flowers.

Mu Yao unfolded the rune paper. On the clear yellow rune paper, a red and bright piece, her face suddenly pale.

"Sister Mu ... what's the matter?" Miao Miao carefully observed her expression for a long while, somewhat puzzled, "... how come there is rune paper in this sachet?"

Mu Yao pinched the rune paper and showed her the complicated handwriting. The strokes were of different thickness, some were bright red, and some were brown, written with blood on her fingers.

She looked at the rune paper and her eyes were extremely complicated: "Reverse rune."

Ling Miaomiao's brain buzzed, and the black lotus forced her into the sachet, hiding a backslash?

She incredulously tempted: "Then ... the blue flame just now ..."

"It's just that, it's its handwriting." Mu Yao's face is still not good, "This counter-script, senses the killing of the senses, and leverages the effort. Once the attack is aware of the killing intention, it will immediately work ... Stop evil with evil. "

She stuffed the rune paper into the sachet with a complicated face, and handed it to Ling Miaomiao, her fingertips trembling slightly: "If it is usual, I will definitely destroy it, but the evil thing you picked up, but it is wrong. Your amulet ... "

She stopped talking and stopped talking.

Miao Miao took it over, and stuffed the dried flower back a little bit, and stuffed it into a round, bulging shape, spreading the corners of the sachet, shaking at the fingertips, and bowed her head and muttered: " ...... But I was attached to my body well, and somehow it fell off. "

"This counter-script is already useless, so the sachet will be disconnected." Mu Yao explained, "The phantom monster is not an ordinary monster, it is the spirit bred by the heavens and the earth. It is very difficult to resist. The previous block has exceeded its limit, so it hurts both sides. "

Ling Miaomiao silently thrust the broken sachet into her arms and poked her finger, as if poking the head of the black lotus.

——Be safe, later.

Make a common sachet on the surface.

The morning light was faint, the teenager leaned against the trunk, waking up in the cold morning, the first glimmer of light fell on his eyelashes.

The bird's call gradually became clear, the yin and yang cracks were rotating, and slowly shifted to the bright end. The world is restored from two colors, black and white.

The wound on his body slowly began to heal, and the blood at the wound no longer ran. His lips were pale and chapped. He felt his head weighed heavily and he was faint. He shook his head and exhaled a few strands of hot air.

Dizziness, about fever.

The last time I was sick, it seemed that when I was a child, Mu Yao went out to practice. He annoyed Bai Yirong again, and was alone in a firewood room, leaning on a bucket of ice water for a week.

Later, his patience became extremely strong. He didn't show his voice. Others couldn't find anything strange, and he didn't dare to look carefully.

Later, there was a hot-eyed girl beside him, who could easily see him through easily.

When he couldn't move, he took a cold hand to wipe his forehead, touched his clothes enough, and asked where did the injury on his wrist come from ... asked him whether it was cold or cold in the water.

He was panicked and angry.

... also greedy.

His eyelashes were drooping, his fingers climbed to the top of his hair, and the falling hair was **** little by little, and the hair tie was fastened again.

——Even if it was a curse, he did n’t have to stab at the neck, take the initiative to get into the cage, and let others use the reins to firmly control him and suppress him ...

He was a monster, not tolerated by the world, and never dared to show his true face.

If this is acceptable, then so be it.

It ’s okay for a lifetime ...

A few leaves fell from the big tree, and it rolled off his robe. The sun was gradually rising. He stepped into the stream step by step, washing away the blood stains on his hair with water, and his body was chilling.

He hesitated for a moment, soaked into the icy stream, staggering his footsteps, almost the whole person turned in, and aroused the splash.

The flowing stream was tinged with red.

Ticks were scattered on his hair tips, and his eyelashes quivered, and he began to chill in the water without knowing it.

I still feel cold, I feel pain ... I won't die for a while.

There was a hand in the water, and the wave came over, slowly climbing up his chest.

The author has something to say: Sound: Me! Yes! black! Change! Yeah-[Xiantian Xuankuo stretches his arm]

Crack: Click. [Closed behind his back]

sound:……

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