Sovereign to Immortality

Ghost King Cui Guan was shot by an arrow. Zhong Jiu was locked by Yang Junshan. He stood there but did not dare to move. The remaining two ghosts, Cui Tong and Cui Guo, could have been freed by Yang Junyi and others. The opponent, Yang Junxiu had already smashed a stomach fire before. At this time, the knives only cut the melon and cut vegetables and generally repaired the two ghosts to make seven or eight cuts, so that the side of the stalemate could see the eyelids jump.

"Scratch the useful things in these people, fish girl you help to pay attention, so as not to have the mystery and other secrets on the body, causing trouble." Ning Bin shouted.

The fisherman nodded, but the man looked a little different at this time. Ning Bin’s voice just fell, but she went straight to the body of the ghost king Cui Guan who was nailed to the stone wall.

Yang Junyi and Ning Bin had just scraped the two ghosts on their hands, and the other side of the fish had found many things from the ghost king Cui Guan that apparently came from the burning gate.

"Fire source crystal, so much?"

Yang Junyi took a large bag of fiery red spar from the bag fish, which is a kind of fire essence from the fire of the fire, for the improvement of the fire-fighting monk The great role, just listen to him: "Hey, there are these things, I feel that I can find another place to retreat and practice. I have estimated that there is a time of three or two years. I feel that I am likely to break through the bottleneck and set foot in a dilemma. ""

The fisherman licked his mouth and shook his body from the ghost king. He said: "It is not possible. These fire source crystals are the auxiliary materials used by the monks of the burning gates to cultivate. If they still can't let You are an advanced monk in this day, it can only show that you are too stupid."

The thing in the hands of the fish is a red-red jade, which is equivalent to the nameplate used by the Yang family to identify the identity of the tribe. The red-red jade is the object that will be worn when the Tianmen Road exists. Inscribed with the two characters "Red Rock", it was the three generations of disciples who had fallen from the previous Ghost monk's campaign against the burning of Tianmen.

Yang Junyi smiled and smiled. He was busy with the hundreds of pieces of fire in his hand. He smiled and said: "That is that, this time, it must be advanced."

On the occasion of Yang Junyi and Bao Yuer laughing, a yellowed rice paper suddenly floated out of the sleeves of the ghost king Cui Guan, and then the rice paper seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly a layer of faintness appeared on the surface. Yellow glow.

"what?"

Zhong Jiu first saw this falling rice paper, and there was a hint of surprise and a trace of gloom in his eyes.

"Hey? Fish, be careful!"

At the same time, Yang Junxiu was discovered. It was seen that the piece of rice paper fluttered and swayed, but it fell toward the fisherman's body. She quickly said something.

The fisherman turned his head and saw that the rice paper had already floated in front of her eyes. However, the fish in the eyes of the fish was a strange light. She not only did not dodge, but moved forward. One step closer to the distance from the rice paper, and then the rice paper fell behind the forehead of the fish in the eyes of everyone, and the red light in the yellow layer appeared on the forehead of the fish. Xuan paper actually got into it from her forehead.

"Fish, what's wrong with you?"

When Yang Junxiu saw the fish, the whole person seemed to be in the body. He usually stood there and did not move. He had to go forward and shake her figure.

"That, this white tiger, you should not touch her now!"

Zhong Jiu stood there still with his hands raised, but his eyes continued to come over here, while his mouth said.

"What do you mean?"

When Yang Junxiu saw the fish, the whole person began to tremble. The brow wrinkled slightly, as if suffering a great pain, and could not help but violently said: "You better have a reason to say it, or do you believe that the old lady swallowed you?"

Zhong Jiu quickly shook his head: "Reassure, rest assured, she is not dangerous, just accepting the inheritance."

"Inheritance?" Yang Junxiu glimpsed.

Seeing Yang Junxiu’s expression, Zhong Jiu knew that he would not be killed by the mother’s white tiger in the moment. The tone could not help but three points: “This white tiger, I have to say that your courage is really big enough. If Zhongmou did not guess wrong, This family of Zhongmou should be a top ten secret surnamed blood?"

"You better not to circle, have a fart and let go, the old lady is not so patient!" Yang Junxiu has always been unrestrained for those who are hostile.

Zhong Jiu shrugged and said: "In short, Cui Guan has a page of rice paper that has been torn from the ghost family to the treasure. It records the ghost family inheritance that only the core blood can get, so I will greet you. The core blood of this miser, wants to cultivate this inheritance as a medium, but never thought that it was a wedding dress for the devil.

"Ghosts to treasure, core heritage?" Yang Junxiu frowned.

Zhongmou quickly explained: "The birth and death of thinness is the inheritance of my ghost family. It is said that it can control the power of life and death, and the power is full of power. The legend is that it is made up of a large number of heavenly treasures. Later, they were sealed with their own magical powers, and then handed over by another clan of the family, Cui Wei. This ghost king Cui Guan is a descendant of Cui Wei’s descendants. It is sure that this Cui Guanbao is a big blessing, and he dares to tear from life and death. Paper, at this time maybe even Cui Wei has a share, the life and death book has been in his hands, without him secretly acquiesced, how can Cui Guan such a ghost king tear off a piece of paper."

After a pause, the Zhongjiu seemed to feel that she was a little far away. She quickly turned back to the topic and excused herself. "Of course, these are just the guesses that Zhongmou saw afterwards. That Cui Guan invited Zhongmou." Did not explain the truth with Zhong, otherwise Zhong will not murder my core family of ghosts."

"Oh," Yang Junxiu sneered, saying: "I remember that you didn't go to the fish at the beginning, but came to Miss Ben. You are greedy with Miss White's white tiger?"

Zhong Jiu heard a look of panic, then immediately thought of something terrible things, and quickly whispered: "misunderstanding, absolutely misunderstanding!"

Yang Junxiu sneered two times, and the fish next to him was slowly waking up, and her attention was attracted.

"How, what is the inheritance?" Yang Junxiu asked.

The fisherman’s eyes flashed a hint of joy, saying: “It’s the complete inheritance of the king’s life and death stickers, because I have already practiced three more stickers, which has attracted the Xuan paper to automatically merge with me.”

At this moment, the Zhongjiu, who raised his hands, suddenly cried: "Dare to ask this young lady, your surname, Jiang Liyu Lu Bao, Bi Dong Huang Luxue, but one of the ten surnames?"

Bao Baoer looked at Yang Junxiu and hesitated, and said: "My surname is!"

Zhong Jiuyan took a breath and sighed: "Don't be a descendant of the Emperor of Heaven, no wonder..."

Yang Junyi burned the bodies of the three ghost monks into a fly ash in a fire. The four men surrounded the Zhongjiu regiment and marched in the direction of the arrow.

This road is a distance of 50 miles, but still does not see Yang Junshan coming to meet, which makes everyone can not help but marvel at the arrow that Yang Junshan is shooting at a distance, that is, the clock is getting more and more The alarm is uncertain.

Fortunately, after more than ten miles, a tall figure above, a tall figure is standing there, holding a huge long bow in the faint.

However, Yang Junxiu and others are people who are very familiar with Yang Junshan, and Yang Junxi is the eye of Hualian. The figure on Gaoqiu is not Yang Junshan himself.

After everyone looked at each other and looked at each other, they still thought about going up the high hill in the distance.

After getting closer for a while, Yang Junxi was an "ah", with a hint of amazement in his face, saying: "It turned out to be him! Strange, how could he be here?"

The remaining distance of five people just flew for a moment and then reached the high hills. The man holding the longbow smiled at everyone: "You, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come innocent!"

Yang Junxiu looked up and down amazedly and said: "Wu Shuo brother, are you all big witches?"

The monk above the high hill was once occupied by Yang Junshan. After many years of staying in Xishan, it was not until the large-scale invasion of the extraterritorial forces that Wu Xing left after the clan celebrity was recruited. There was another witch in Xishan Village. The family monk was separated, and at this time, the master of Wu Shuo was already in the advanced environment, but he was a great monk.

Wu Shuo heard the words and said: "I have had some encounters in Xizhou in these years. I was lucky enough to advance into the big witchland. It is far worse than Yang Xiong."

Yang Junyi turned around Wu Shuo for two laps. He said in the mouth: "Is it just that you shot it? Isn't there a hundred and eighty in it, but a ghost king is killed in one shot. On the stone wall, how did you do it, and the longbow in your hand is my fourth brother, he gave it to you?"

Wu Shuo raised the longbow in his hand and nodded: "It is exactly what Yang brothers have told Wu to come here, and this longbow has sent Junxin Xiaomei over. As for the arrow, it is Because Wu Mou got the inheritance of the Japanese gods from the hands of the tribe's predecessors, and the second is because the hills under the foot of Wu Mou are the limit boundary of the extension of the underground veins of the Tianmen Road. They are pointed by Yang Xi, Wu is here. Pulling the bow and archery, Yang brother can help the witch with the help of the ground."

Although everyone still feels incredible, they still nod their heads. They don’t know how to understand what this realm means, let alone from Wu Shuo’s explanation. The reason for the existence of synergy is the situation.

"Shooting the gods, do you actually practice the shooting of the gods?"

Everyone may not understand the means of Wu Shuo's display, but Zhong Jiu himself is a person outside the domain. Naturally, he heard the famous name of the famous Wushu **** of the witches. He called involuntarily: "You, you are the back soil." Tribal witch repair?"

Wu Shuo opened his mouth and smiled at Zhong Jiu. He said: "It seems that you know a lot. Then you should know that the Wushou of the Houtu tribe has always had a good impression on the ghosts. Now you have two choices. Or you can give a glimpse of the source of the soul now, make a sly ghost under the tiger girl, or let the sorcerer shoot an arrow in the mouth. Which one do you choose?"