Burning Ashes

A black air wriggled quietly, spreading upward along the soul silk, Chucheng frowned, his dead air missile had not completely killed the female ghost?

Dozens of souls fluttered up and entangled in the black air. In the black air, the voice of the female ghost was sad and cold.

Church of Chu was unmoved, and used the soul refining technique to distill the female ghost's residual soul into soul material. After all, it is a low-level ghost. If there is no red clothing, even the first-order magic can kill it.

Blue equipment?

This is quite rare. In fact, the mainstream equipment of the second world is the whiteboard, and the red equipment is good.

Even the so-called mainstream equipment is also used by people with a bit of strength. People like Chucheng who are covered with blue and black are quite rare. Isn't there a lot of white equipment in the warehouse of the Dawning Temple?

With level equipment, it means adding additional attributes. It sounds like mediocre white equipment, but equipment without attributes is really incapable? With weight, it means that it can produce a heavy blow effect; with sharpness, it is possible to break out; if the weight is reasonable, and the center of gravity is easy to control, it means that the speed is much higher.

A knife with no attributes, won't you fly if you cut it?

Therefore, equipment with attributes is precious. This extra attribute is often the key to reversing the battle.

Chucheng was investigating the attributes of the equipment, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his brain, like a steel needle piercing without warning. If there is really such a steel needle stuck in, Chucheng may not have been so painful, and the brain's reaction to sharp objects is not strong. However, this is just a description. Chu Cheng was so painful that he could not stand steadily and fell directly to the ground.

Chu Xiang was shocked and wanted to check it out. Chu Cheng's face had turned purple, and blood was flowing from the Qiqiao, which was also purple.

The death exemption was launched, and Chucheng entered a state of near death.

In his four-dimensional ring, the black turtle box flew out automatically, and a palm-sized black turtle spit out a red pill against Chucheng.

The red pill was tumbling around and quickly disappeared into Chucheng and disappeared.

Chu Xiang took a bottle of medicine from the Temple of Dawn from Chu Cheng ’s bracelet, pinched Chu Cheng ’s mouth, and poured it into him. In Chu Cheng's nose, two jets of black gas erupted, with a strange fishy smell in his breath.

Xuangui Box returned to the four-dimensional ring, Chucheng struggled to get up, turned his head, and vomited towards the ground.

The sticky liquid was spit on the ground, and all the dirt on the ground was burned into a pit.

"It's a legend." Chu Cheng's voice was blurry, and there was no place in his body that didn't hurt. It seemed that the pain in his mind broke up instantly and could not be suppressed.

"Everyone is offline!" Wang Qinglong realized that it was not good. If it is a legend, everyone simply has no ability to resist. Off-line evasion is the only way. Aboriginals are no match for galaxy adventurers, and are unlikely to wait here for a few weak adventurers for a few days.

Su Ji was the first to choose to go offline. Bai Yexing looked at Chu Cheng. Chu Cheng barely glared at him and said, "See you at the northern pier."

Hu Li didn't know when to leave. Wang Qinglong saw that everyone else was gone, and then said to Chucheng: "I am waiting for you at the northern pier, within three months."

Chu Cheng nodded reluctantly, his face changed from bruise to pale.

Watching Wang Qinglong leave, Chucheng chose to log off, and in a blink of an eye, he returned to his login interface, the safe house of the second world.

"Interesting, you seem to have a secret here."

Behind Chucheng, a woman in a dark red dress followed in a ghostly way. She looks in her forties, with several long scars on her face, criss-crossing. Under her two eyes, there are blue and red tattoos that look like two snakes.

Chucheng was shocked, the safe house was not safe!

He did not hesitate to inspire the suit skill on the Ash Robe-Ash Underworld, Ash Burning.

The ashes underworld unfolded, the entire safe house lost its light, the walls flowed like lava, the flames on the ground were beating, and in the flames, the ash danced without wind.

Burning of ashes!

"Ha ha."

The woman in the red dress opened her mouth and spit out white frost and snow like air to Chucheng. The flame in the safe house was frozen out, and Chucheng felt that her blood had frozen and her body was out of control.

"My name is Miao Yao, and I am entrusted to end your life."

Chu Cheng suddenly felt that his body was not cold anymore, but the cold was the heart. This woman named Miao Yao, there must be a way to kill him completely!

Miao Yao was close to Chucheng, looking at his face, and her eyes had golden pupils erected. Chu Cheng saw her open her mouth, stretched out her forked tongue, and licked on his face.

Icy and slippery.

"So handsome, no wonder Luo's little girl is fascinated by you, and her sister is tempted." Miao Yao laughed, and the scars on his face became more terrible.

Is dying?

Although the soul of Chucheng has not been frozen, the strongest skill that may be inspired is nothing more than the howling of the banshee (Winter Winter Kingdom) on the ring of Winter Winter.

But this Miao Yao's power, a fourth-order skills can not turn over. What's terrible is that he couldn't speak, and Miao Yao didn't exchange ideas with him, it was purely performing there himself.

The villain died of much talk? Even if she said there for half a year, Chucheng couldn't think of any way.

Miao Yao stood upright, paced in the safe house of Chucheng, and touched the walls, tables, chairs, windows, and screens with his fingers. Every time I touched a place, would there be a little excitement in her raised golden pupil.

She opened the cabinet and saw the box in the cabinet, but she couldn't help but giggled.

"This is all for you. I ate you. Luo Yan will be very sad! But why is she so good to you?" Miao Yao said, opening the box and seeing the tears of the seventh-order dawn Snow white bottle.

"I can't see you more and more. A necromancer has such a relationship with the Temple of Dawn!" Miao Yao was really surprised. This time's harvest far exceeded her expectations. It was just that someone entrusted her with killing a person once, and she was able to harvest up to seven levels of temple items.

Miao Yao couldn't wait to put the tears of the seventh-order dawn into her pocket and turned to look at Chucheng.

"The unicorn is really boring, Chucheng."

Chu Cheng stared at her eyes, the expression on her face had frozen, unable to be angry or afraid. She knew her name and her relationship with Luo Yan. Someone entrusted her to kill herself.

She is not from Qingcheng, otherwise Qingcheng will not give herself to Xuangui Box.

"No need to ask, when you become my ghost, you will naturally know the cause and effect, but only then, you are already in **** ha ha ha ha ..."

Miao Yao laughed wildly, her red dress flying.

As soon as she turned around, a roll of pictures flew out of her body and spread out in the safe house. The material in the safe house disintegrated into this volume of pictures.

The hard-built home of Chucheng was swallowed by this picture, and a long street slowly appeared in front of him.

The blood moon hung on the cornice, and the beast on the floor seemed to sense Chucheng's gaze, turning back and staring at Chucheng's face. This strange picture was suddenly interrupted by the hustle and bustle of suona. Chucheng felt numb and wobbled, and looked down. At the front of the team, the colorful tall paper people held suona, and the voice was high and stern.

Those paper people danced and moved stiffly, marching like puppets.

Looking down, Chu Cheng saw himself riding a paper horse. On the left side of the paper horse, he walked with him in a car tied with colored paper. The curtain on the window lifted up, revealing Miao Yao's terrible face.

"Xiang Gong." Miao Yao's voice was charming, and Chu Cheng felt a sense of peace in his mind.

"Who ... want to kill me?" Chu Cheng's voice was a little dumb, his neck twisted over, and his neck gurgled.

"It's really impatient. When you are in the cave, you can ask whatever you want, as long as it makes me happy." Miao Yao's eyes were blurred, and the scars on his face were twisting, as if he was impatient.

Chucheng stopped talking, he slowly turned his head and looked at the long street in front.

Under the **** moon, the liveliness of the long street is like a group of demons dancing. A **** lantern hangs in front of a tall building. On the railing on the second floor, several young and beautiful women in ancient costumes wave his sweat to him. And on the first floor, on the steps in front of the door, two evil spirits dragged a corpse with an iron hook, dragging inside the door.

The corpse was bloody, the iron hook passed through the lute bone, and the sharp hook shone with cold light. UU reading book www.uukanshu.com

The body's Achilles tendon was severed, the wound opened, and the color was pale.

On the other side of the street, a shop's chopping board lay with white thighs. The sturdy butcher is peeling off a person's face with a short knife. Just in front of the chopping board, a rickety ghost looked up with his eyes, and then the butcher scratched his eyes with a knife and threw it down the street. The kid jumped into the air and swallowed.

Looking at Chu Cheng's indifferent face, Miao Yao put down the curtains and said to Chu Cheng across the curtain: "In my hundred ghost night map, you will die more than once. Think about it for a while, do you want to be good."

"You are not an indigenous, it is illegal to kill me."

Miao Yao's strange laughter came from the paper carriage. Disdain, pride, and unbridled pleasure.

In the woods by Bailu Creek, Chu Xiang was very anxious, but she couldn't go back to the safe house at all. Somehow, her offline power was also cut off.

"Fly Skull, hurry up and find a way!"

Has always been talking about tuberculous flying skull raised three heads, dragging his spine, looking at the moon in the sky. The moon didn't know why, it seemed to be stained with a touch of blood, making the woods gloomy.

"I feel ... Master is dying."

Chu Xiang raised his black sickle angrily, but he couldn't hack anyway. If my brother is dead, what's the use of chopping the flying skull? He is going to die anyway, maybe he is too.

"I'm really useless." Chu Xianglan dropped his sickle and sat on the ground to hug her knees. The huge bone wings behind her closed together and wrapped her body tightly in it.

"Yes, you are really useless. At least I can stew a pot of spine soup." Fei skull hung in front of Chu Xiang, turned a circle, and flicked the spine it hung down. sound.