Step Back! Master is Here!

Lin Zhongtai's eyes were gloomy: "Buddhist monks, as always, hate them."

The ghost doctor frowned, wondering why the monk had no poison.

Mu Tiewu, a Grade B ghost, is a tool used to weaken the demon monk, and his blood contains poison.

Even more toxic than seeing the blood-throat.

Even if Mu Tiewu was not killed by Tang Luo, he couldn't hold on for a while-even if he was successfully transformed by the ghost doctor in the shortest time, he became a poisonous man.

Although on the surface Lin Zhongtai said that Tang Luo would surely die on his "recklessness", he looked down on people.

In fact, he paid great attention to Tang Luo.

Treated it as a real enemy, secretly studied its character, and made many arrangements.

Mu Tiewu is one of them.

However, depending on the current situation, it seems that poison is useless?

It was clear that the poisonous blood had contaminated him, not the clothes, but the skin, which would definitely have an effect.

What went wrong?

"Can it be suppressed with deep skill?" Said the ghost doctor secretly in his heart, and said, "Hand!"

Those Class B ghosts who still retained their consciousness rushed to Tang Luo.

Lin Zhongtai's hand dangled slightly from the side, and the shepherd's whip hidden inside the wide sleeves made a slight sound.

The remaining Class-B ghosts also “got the order” and rushed to Tangluo a little behind.

The rewinding Qiankun was held in the hand by a Class B ghost and stabbed towards Tangluo. The visible spiral air flow wrapped around the fan, and the wind was like a cold knife.

Panlong stick Tiger Xiaolong Yin, the original crisp ringtones became sharp and harsh, straight into the eardrum, like a Shenlong, rushed to Tangluo.

The colorful fairy pheasant and the holder are divided into three, which makes it difficult to distinguish which is the real ontology, or each will become the real ontology.

You don't need to wrap your body around the ghost, like an angry bull, charging forward with astonishing momentum.

The four ghosts cooperated with the holy soldiers to form a slaying situation.

No way to escape, nowhere to flash.

This is also a small tactic and strategy for the character formation of Tang Luo.

There is no need to detour, as long as he slaps up to his face, there is a high probability that the demon monk will not evade the edge, but will choose a hard top.

Not to mention, it is still difficult to dodge.

Hate Tianmen has done research!

Research is also error-free.

Tang Luo didn't find a direction that seemed best to break through as a breakthrough. He let go, and threw the drill wind bone sword, his hands turned into overlapping shadows, which instantly enveloped his body.

Thousands can't defend!

The shrouded blade of the Yinfeng shattered, Qian Qiankun was taken away and opened, and he spun away toward the ghost's head.

One phantom divided into three was shot in the palm of the hand and two disappeared directly.

The real body did not know how many times it was photographed.

The panlong stick turned from a nine-day **** dragon with a long chant into a dead snake that was caught seven inches.

At the same time, the majestic strength came from the other end of the stick, making the ghost unable to stabilize at all. With the fracture of the hand bones and the sound of twisted arms, the dead snake "backswept" it.

Only the immovable God King resisted several times with a strong defense force, his body was like a rock, not so easily shaken.

At the moment of the fight, at least three of the four ghosts died under Tang Luo.

At the moment when Tang Luo's counterattack fell to four ghosts, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked and sunken.

Appeared in a pothole.

A sword light!

A dazzling sword light!

The moment it appeared, between heaven and earth, it seemed that only this sword was left.

Everything loses its color and becomes black and white.

It looks like this sword is divided into two!

"Hey." The ghost doctor smiled.

He said that the fourth-degree demon monk would become the first Grade A ghost, everyone would believe?

No, the Grade A ghost is poor. He has already made it one step in advance. This is the strongest hole card used to kill the fourth-degree monster.

The offenses of the Grade B ghosts are just to match the Grade A ghosts.

It was a man who held the sharp sword in his hand.

His face was stiff and indifferent from ordinary people, and his eyes were numb with boundless killing and twisting.

That's not the face of a normal person, it's only the face of a ghost.

Like a mask, like a dead wood.

This person is not someone else, it is the Fallen Sword God Ye Parting, or, in the past, the Fallen Sword God.

Now he just hates the Grade A ghost of Tianmen, the most powerful and relentless killing machine.

In order to seize the leaves in hand, even the hatred of Tianmen paid a small price.

These are the only Class B ghosts left.

But everything is worth it.

Luoying Sword God is hiding underground, wearing a black robe like a raincoat.

At the most critical moment, his "shocking sword" was stabbed.

Unlike Wanjian Chaozong, this sword, Sanchi Qingfeng is only for killing!

Within three feet, a sword will kill!

Suddenly there was a strong killing move under his feet, Tang Luo's face remained unchanged, and his right foot stepped on the "bright" killing sword.

This sword is really lethal, but there is a problem.

It was that he was not holding a holy soldier. Tang Luo stepped down and collided with Jian Feng.

When the sword body touched, there were cracks, and then the pieces spattered. This refined forged weapon could not withstand the collision of the two forces at all.

No sword body, only one hilt.

The sword was stunning again and had no effect.

After Tang Luo's broken sword, he fell towards Ye Bingli's head.

The next breath, hate Tianmen's trump card, the head of the first-class ghost will be crushed and completely died, following the steps of several other second-class ghosts.

Seeing this, Ye Bieli was wrapped around his body. The black robe like a raincoat suddenly shattered and was torn from the inside.

A terrifying scene appeared.

At Ye Biefang's lower abdomen, another person's body—the upper body—was stitched.

That person was not someone else, it was Ye Gong, the son of the sword.

Compared to a master with a cold mask, the expression of Jian Gongzi is distorted, like Shura.

He held two daggers in each hand and stabbed Tang Luo's calf.

If Tang Luo didn't dodge, while stepping on Ye Ye's head and leaving his head, he would also be stabbed by those two short swords that exuded weird sweetness.

Being transformed into such a monster, even if Ye Bieli had no head, this Grade A ghost would not die.

Ye Yue can also control body movements.

When one foot fell on Ye Bieli's head, the blade also touched Tang Luo's calf.

However, a glimmer of light flashed over the glazed clothes.

The blade seemed to have penetrated into some reinforced iron bones, leaving only a shallow "cut" on the clothes.

Before Tang Luo was really hurt, great power came from above his head.

Ye Bieli's head "sinked" and shattered at the same time, and a relieved smile appeared in the previous moment.

Reaching for a virtual grip, the drill-bone sword flew into the hand, because as the power of this tread moved up, Tang Luo held the drill-bone sword down.

The leaf "stitched" on Ye Bieli's body was more and more stabbed with a sword.

The headless body had not completely died yet, struggling frantically in the pit, but it was already a fish ashore, but doing nothing.

Tang Luo happened to fall in front of the last one, dressed in immobile God Ghost.

The ghost had no consciousness, and was still driven by the shepherd, with his hands open and hugged to Tang Luo.

Pierce Tang Luo's body with two tusks in front of the immortal King.

Tang Luo reached for one of them, raised it, and smashed it.

There was a small shallow pit in the ground in front.

The ghost was struggling, and he wanted to stand up, and then he went down again in the next second.

Under that smash, he has turned into a mess of mud, just like the ghost with colorful fairies.

It is just because of the immovable relationship with the King of God that it still seems to have maintained a complete body.

The smile on the ghost doctor's face gradually solidified and disappeared.

Lin Zhongtai's original gloomy face, without a slight smile, became ruthless and wanted to eat.

"No need to think."

"I don't need to think about you!"

They both remembered what the demon monk said to them.

A prophecy!

"The shepherd's whip." Tang Luo looked at the two of them. "In your hands?"

The ghost doctor glanced at Lin Zhongtai involuntarily.

Lin Zhongtai's response was also very fast. He shook his hand suddenly, and the ghosts who were still besieging the sword array roared. Regardless of the damage, they immediately switched targets and ran towards Tang Luo.

The distance between the two sides is not too far off.

The number is still kept at a more objective number than the ghost difference, like a wave coming over, all of a sudden formed a trend of encirclement.

At the same time, Class B ghosts were mixed in, and "wisdom" picked up the holy soldier who fell to the ground.

Driven by the ghosts, Lin Zhongtai turned around and ran, regardless of the situation.

The ghost doctor followed.

As he ran, Lin Zhongtai shouted, "Master, help!"

"Ok?"

Ao Yulie looked at Lin Zhongtai, this powerful move, this guy will also?

Speaking of which the hate master of Tianmen has already exceeded fifty, who is his master?

Is it the first gatekeeper to hate the **** of heaven?

Doesn't it mean that he disappeared and died decades ago? So this guy didn't die?

In this case, the style of painting is no longer martial arts.

However, judging from the deeds that hate the God of Heaven, this man's style of painting has always been biased towards the fairy.

"It's up to you." Tang Luo jumped up, stepped on a few ghostly bodies, and chased Lin Zhongtai and the ghost doctor.

The two men showed their best merits in this life, rushed into a building, opened the hidden door, and went straight to the ground.

There are many deadly institutions in the underground passage.

After running in front, the two opened smoothly, trying to block Tang Luo's footsteps.

However, the ghost of the demon monk stayed with him, not far away, not even close, or even half a minute away.

Soon, Lin Zhongtai and the ghost doctor came to a stone facade and triggered the organ.

The stone door slowly opened, and the speed was so slow that the two desperately reached out to pick it up, accelerated the door opening, and squeezed in at the same time after opening a gap that was barely accessible.

It can be seen that osteoporosis is very useful in some cases.

Inside Shimen, it is not a dark place. On the contrary, it is bright inside.

The lights are bright, and even brilliant!

It can be called a hall.

Tangluo walked in and saw a statue of Arhat, Bodhisattva and Tuofo on all sides.

But each of them was pierced by various weapons, solemnly absent, and some were distorted and shy.

In front of the main gate ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is a golden statue of a big Buddha, which is five meters high.

It is also the only normal Buddha statue in the hall.

Just the moment I saw this statue of Buddha, there was a very uncomfortable feeling. It felt that this statue of Buddha was more weird than those around it.

This is a statue of an evil Buddha.

In the middle of the hall, there is a circular blood pool.

There was intense blood in it, but it was weird so that there was no **** smell.

Lin Zhongtai, who rushed in, knelt near the blood pool, and slammed his head on the ground: "Master! Help! Master!"

The ghost doctor also knelt down, without talking, but also covered with blood.

The two described them as embarrassed, with disheveled hair, like two refugees.

At first there was no chic gesture of holding Qiankun in the beginning.