The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

No wonder the leaves are forgotten, this plum snow is at that time in Taohuayuan, the "master brother" who attracted countless women to fight for jealousy.

I thought it was awesome. Who knows that it was a small white face that relied on skin to eat. Nangong suddenly lost interest and turned around and killed the enemy.

Mei Hanxue glanced at Xue Meng, his eyes were full of helplessness, but he did not pay attention to him. Instead, he lowered his eyebrows and shook the strings several times. He walked through the snow palace and heard the sound of the piano, and then spread out— -

"The piano department, playing Yao Guangqu; the crotch, breaking the dance."

With his orders, those who swayed the strings of the piano instantly changed their movements, and countless rushing sounds of the golden stone gathered in the air and resounded through the clouds.

For a time, the ghosts were fascinated, and they all stopped to kill. They stretched their necks in the same place and looked forward.

Li Wuxin saw this situation. People who think of Kunlun’s Snow Palace are not only good at music, but also understand the way of enchantment repair. They are very happy, and they yelled: “May Yin, can you make up this day?”

Mei Hanxue also did not care about his "May Yin Seng" calling for disgusting, and only replied: "There is no time for hell, but my strength can be completed."

"Ah, this..." Li Wuxin’s face was white and white, and he finally sighed, "Oh!"

"With snow, Choi Die Town is surrounded by four sides, can you live in harmony?"

The person who spoke was Xue Zhengxuan. Because of the goodness of life and the marriage of the Snow Palace, Mei Hanxue met the familiar elders, first holding a ritual, and then said: "You can try."

"Great!" Xue Zheng slammed the knot. "You are going to guard the enchantment of the four sides, don't let the ghosts go outside. Call the jade back again -"

"Yuheng Elder?"

"Ah, oh my memory, I forgot that you have never seen Yuheng. But it doesn't matter, you know it in the past, that is the one who is guarding the enchantment."

"Good." Mei Hanxue is quite calm, and the sword is biased, just like stepping on a meteor and flying to the edge of Caidie Town.

Nangong 驷 搭 三 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南The strength of man is so good, how can you be said to be a little white face by a woman?"

"..."

Ye Yexi is also quite puzzled, but when the sneaky action is slow, it is a good opportunity to kill, so he does not think too much, only said to Nangong, "about the time, he did not use all his strength", and then he specialized In the enemy, no more words.

The top ten sects, at this time the four majors have arrived, the response to the crack is no longer so embarrassing, but it is still very difficult.

Although the soul of the dead on the ground was stagnant due to the sound of the piano in the snow palace, there were more fierce spurts in the eyes of the ghost world. All the people in the Snow Palace are standing in the air, and they can't separate their hands from the protection when they play music. Therefore, those evil spirits have rushed to the square of the clouds and the ancient music array.

The people in the Snow Palace had to split a part and play the music of the Royal Array. Therefore, the songs of the repulsed exorcism were weakened a lot, and the fierce spirit on the ground suddenly surged like an ant.

What is even more frightening is that as the door of the ghost world grows bigger and bigger, some of the high-ranking ghosts who wear shackles, because they have absorbed a large number of people, Yuanyang, actually broke the barriers and rushed into the mortal world.

These ghosts are different from the previous ones. Their corpses are united with resentment. They are more violent and more spiritual. The ordinary monks can't block them alone. The disciples who are single are turned over by them. The fingers of the bones are fierce. Insert live human chest lungs -

A bang!

The blood of the monk splashed, and the monk's aura-filled heart was chewed by these high-ranking spirits, and the blood and water ran down the face of the evil spirits.

The mouth is full of broken meat and blood, and the strength of the evil spirits is even worse. It slams into the crowd and looks like a cheetah to find new prey to bite.

Time is a mess!

Xue Zhengxuan shouted: "Stop the group, don't run around, don't order!"

But there were still panicked people crying and fleeing. The blood smell in the air is getting heavier and heavier, the tide-like evils, the tides of the dead...

Nangong Temple was opening the bow and pulling the string smoothly. Suddenly there was a hanged ghost spitting blood red tongue, stalking his waist and slamming his claws.

The leaves are far away, and when they look back, they always have a quiet face, and when they turn, they become pale.

"Auntie!!"

"The son!"

At a critical juncture, Song Qiutong took the sword and plunged into the arm of the hanged ghost. But she didn't even kill anyone before, not to mention such a ghost. When a sword stabbed, she could loose her hand and the long sword fell to the ground.

Under the wrath of the savage ghost, she slammed a blow at her. Nangong smashed her sword and changed her sword. She blocked her and shouted at her: "You hide away, go quickly."

Song Qiutong’s tears and Yingying said: “The fate of Qiu Tong was saved by the Confucianism, how can he leave at this time...”

Nangong is not good at dealing with women, but she is weak in her body, her eyes are firm, and her heart is moving, but she can’t help but scream, “Leaves forget!!”

"Leaves forget! You roll me over! Give her care!"

The leaves were forgotten, and the handsome face was stained. He grabbed Song Qiutong’s arm and said harshly: "Look for Qin brother, don't run around."

"I don't want to go, I can still help." She pleaded, "Lord, I want to stay with you."

"Leave the past, you protect her!"

When the face of the forgotten face is ugly, it becomes very difficult to see. The person with such a gentleman's posture will have such an angry look.

"Nan Gong Temple." Every word between the teeth is trembling, broken, "I see you are faint."

After that, they ignored the two of them, and they took the sword and plucked it, hiding in the rushing corpse.

There are more and more high-level fierce spirits, they are mixed in the crowd, like a sharp knife cut through the fish belly, peeling off the scales, sticky and shiny scales dyed with red blood, floating and sinking.

Everyone has become self-satisfied, evil spirits surround the living, want to take each of them into the belly, dragged into hell. The three people, such as ink-burning, Xuemeng, and Shishi, resisted each other and resisted the Quartet. However, the circle became narrower and narrower. The Xueman smashed a fierce arm and the blood was high.

The sneaky sneaks of this attack saw this person tyrannical, and they circumnavigated past, and they all rushed to the side of the priest, and the priests and their hands were sealed, but because of the weakening of the spirit, the light and light were dark and clear...

Seeing it is hard to resist, and the ink burns the heart, saying: "Sir, you open a guard, Xue Meng hides."

"What?" Xue Meng heard a big anger, "Do you want me to be a shrinking head?"

"Listen to me to hide in! When are you still struggling, so many ghosts we killed?"

The teacher said: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't ask, do what I said." The ink burned in a slow tone. "It's okay."

The encirclement is gradually squeezing, and the ink burns and urges: "Hurry up, it will be too late."

The teacher had to transform the mantra, raised a blue defensive light array, and caged himself and Xue Meng. When the ink burned, he saw him bursting out, and suddenly he pulled out his sleeves and arrow, and wiped the palm of his hand and sprinkled blood on the line to leave his own spiritual power. Then he looked down and sighed: "Not working yet?!"

Seeing the ghosts, the flames are flourishing, and each piece of willow is wrapped in a **** red aura, like a sharp knife falling on the vine. The whole section of the willows suddenly grows out of the captain, and the ink burns closes the eyes. Several times to make the appearance of the killing move, and then blink of an eye, the face reflected in countless enchanting faces.

He took a hit with a sneaky volley, Mars burst, and splashed.

The ink burned and raised, and the clothes hunted.

At that moment, his figure seemed to overlap with the figure of Chu Ningning in his mind. The movements of the two people were almost the same, no different.

"wind."

Destroy the dead! Clouds are low!

The two people behind the ink burned, only saw a huge scarlet light array like the **** red lotus burning, strong winds across the ground, like a million pieces of shadowless knife, the ghost in the ink burning hands into a virtual shadow, the Over the place, flying sand and gravel, countless evil spirits were wrapped in the air of this cracking shore, and instantly twisted into pieces of minced meat! !

Chu night Ning Tian asked the group to kill the "wind."

The ink burned has been learned nine points similar...

The wind is fading, and there is nowhere to be seen.

Looking back, Xue Meng and Shi Yan’s face are full of horror, and the ink is too late to be happy. I only feel that I have learned far enough in the weekdays. If I can immediately respond to the repairs in the past, the ghosts in this area will be missing, and where will they be? Let them be so stretched.

"Look over there!"

Suddenly someone shouted in the distance.

Everyone looked up, but saw several directions in the sky, each with different clothes, and several swords of different auras came.

The Heavenly Crack of Infernal Hell finally alerted all the martial art of the upper martial arts. With the stalk of the light sword landing, or the Lin Lingyu people are beautiful and beautiful, or the masters of the sorrowful temple are solemn... all these kinds, Should not be overwhelmed.

The people of the top ten sects have finally arrived.

More powerful evil spirits are still being born, and the tide is endless, but as the monks suddenly increase, the scene is no longer at a disadvantage.

At the same time, the spiritual power of Mei Hanxue and Chu Xinning was finally completed, and the enchantment in the four directions of the southeast and northwest changed from gold to blue.

The edge is handed over by Mei Hanxue, and the night is swaying by the wind, and it floats to the core of the fierce battle.

He looked up at the scorpion rip that had been fully opened, and there was some kind of huge, sinister power behind it.

Chu nightning can almost feel the power of the madness, like drinking thousands of plasma, drinking the brains of hundreds of millions of souls...

I will not seal the enchantment again, I am afraid that some kind of super evil spirits that are suppressed in **** will break free from the crowd and come to the world!

Chu night can't help but think, is it that the people behind the scenes are struggling with hardships, and want to put a giant in the purgatory in the red dust?

But what about him?

"Master!"

The teacher shouted at him anxiously.

Chu Xiaoning heard the sound and turned his face.

The scenes of past lives have coincided.

"Master!"

At that time, the teacher also called him.

Chu Xiaoning heard the sound and turned his face.

工具 pleated in the gaze of the gaze: sturdy look is very strong?

"Ok."

"But this... This is not a general day mark. This is a crack in hell. How can the Master respect you?"

"..."

"I came to help the teacher to give up the strength. I am so eager to learn the defensive skills in Taohuayuan, will not drag the teacher to respect the hind legs ..."

After two years ago, the two decided to talk about life and death as if they were in the ear.

The ink burned and stunned, and the scalp was numb. He slammed the teacher behind him and slammed it to Xue Meng. The loud voice: "Xue Ziming, you look at him! Look at him!"

Xue Meng's eyes wide open: "Where is the dog thing you are going to?"

"I……"

The wind is rising, and the four fields are sweet.

There is no snow in the sky, and everything is different from the past.

The smoldering eyes fell on the ignorant teacher, and there was a sore relief in my heart.

This enchantment, it is impossible to make up for it alone.

But apart from a few of their apprentices, no one knows that the late night is so good to be able to work with him to be seamless, so this robbery must have someone to go.

The hurricane is angry and smashes.

The ink burned and swayed the heart, and took over the teacher. For the first time, he held him directly into his arms, paused and shook, and then suddenly pushed away.

Teacher.

This dead person is probably me.

"I went to the assistant to seal the seal and enchantment." The ink burned, and there was an irresistible refusal in the tone. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the teacher.

Suddenly, he didn't want to care about what other people think. He didn't care if Xue Meng was there. He didn't care if he would be rejected. He waited for two lifetimes and loved his two life. Now he has to go, maybe he can't come back. He stood in the wind and wanted to say a few words with the person he loved.

"Sister, actually, I..."

However, when he opened his mouth, the roar of the evil spirits and the beasts covered his voice.

The impulse of the lava-like tumbling chills in this stagnation, and finally stops.

"A burning, what do you want to say?"

The ink burned before the eyes suddenly passed the reflection of the past life, under the half-roll warm curtain, is the gentle smile of the face.

Cruel.

He remembered his life, from birth to death, and fell to Huang Quan.

The ink-burning eyes were slightly red, but they laughed.

"Nothing, don't talk about the second time."

Teacher: "You..."

"I am going to help the Master, after I come back... If I still want to tell you." He was deep and gaze, "I will tell you again..."

After that, he turned and rushed toward the night.

The teacher will not die.

At least not in front of him.

The ink burned and felt that the sky was wide and wide, and the white figure flying in front of him was the end of this life.

His master, has always been the world.

When the teacher died, in order to complete the final vacancies, in order to eliminate those sorrows, Chu Yuening chose to leave.

This time, people who have been cultivating the world have changed themselves. Chu nightning is so inferior to himself, hates himself, and will not let his own Beidou Xianzun's reputation not to come to fulfill the life and death of an insignificant little person.

"Master."

He stood before him. Ghosts in your hands.

"This is hard to make up, I will help you."

The situation was at stake, and Chu Yuning looked at him. It was the default.

He flew up to the sky and stood in the corner of Chen’s head. The ink burned and jumped up.

Chu night Ningdao: "Looking, watching."

The ink burned according to his intentions, and he raised his hand at the same time. The two men left and right, and the fingertips condensed on the curse of the enchantment and slowly lifted up.

"Array open!"

The spiritual power of the two men rushed out of the body with this low voice. They stood in their positions and joined hands to form a golden and red enchantment.

The enchantment touched the fierce spirit that had just emerged. The fierce spirit was like being burnt by the fire. It was screaming and returning to the eyes of the ghost world. The enchantment became more and more clear, and the light ray became more and more glaring. At the foot of each of them, two dragons were erected, and the two men were dragged to the top of the sky.

The ghost eyes slowly closed under the pressure of the golden red light array, but they seemed unwilling, and the grievances were even worse.

Every time I closed an inch, the suffocating suffocating inside became more and more intense. When the two men were only a few miles away from the enchantment, the evil spirits in the area were almost as solid.

The body after the re-emergence of the smoldering gradually felt like a million weight on the shoulder, and the chest was better like a thousand boulder.

On the other hand, Chu Lingning's spiritual power is steady and powerful, and it is continuously exported.

One inch, another inch.

The evil wind between heaven and earth has been brought together, turned into a sharp knife blade, and Ling is every bit of his skin.

"Master respect..."

As the consciousness gradually blurred, he seemed to see the scene of the year.

Shi Yan and Chu Wanning worked together to repair the squad. The yin and yang were closed only in the shackles. Those who could not return to the yang had weak strengths, and they all gathered in one place and rushed toward the sergeant.

"Hey!"

Just in an instant, you will try your best to maintain the balance of the enchantment!

Replaying in general, almost nothing has changed.

Only this time, the people who are sorrowful are changing their ink.

At the crack of the sky, the black evil smashed through the heavy clouds, and in a moment passed through the ink-burning chest. The ink burned only felt a blush in front of the eyes, and returned to God to understand that it was the blood of his chest.

In such a boring airflow, he leaned over his face in a difficult way, but he saw that the night of Ning was like a snow, and his face was cold, but he was not given to himself.

There are countless resentments in the chest.

In the end, it is hateful.

He fell from the dragon on the platform, the bleeding of the lips and the redness of the chest.

It is very quick to fall, but suddenly it feels so long, it is like a dying person gradually sinking into the sea, and then can't hear the whispers of the world.

Chu nightning, did not raise their hands.

No block.

Even, there was no distraction to look at him.

When he fell, the red spiritual power suddenly disappeared. As soon as he was a past life, Chu Jingning chose to use all the spells to burn the enchantment that had never been completed.

Blastly sealed!

But the evils left in the human world have lost the nourishment of the ghosts of the ghost world. The instinct feels anxious, more and more violent, and angers the monks to fight against each other. The body of the flesh and blood is only in the blink of an eye, and the array of many sects must be defeated.

Chu nightning fell from the sky. When the ink burned down, the bottom of the dragon column was covered with a layer of light to protect him, and fell to the ground without breaking the bones.

But the entire chest was penetrated by evil spirits, and the blood flowed to the ground, but it was no different from that of the teacher.

Chu nightning strikes and retreats toward the evil spirits that come from the ink. The backhand falls down an enchantment and burns the ink in it.

"Master respect..."

The person behind him seems to mutter like this slightly.

"Do you want to go..."

The ink burns and coughs blood, but the face is smiling.

"Do you want to go again?"

Excited by the golden glory of the enchantment, the figure of the man is still standing against him, the ink burns open his mouth, but the throat suddenly rushes into a big mouthful of sweetness.

"Chu Ningning, are you a wood man? You will not be sad, not selfish, right?"

"Chu Ning..."

"Chu Ning..."

He felt more and more blurred in front of him. When he was in a fierce battle, he had already suffered from injuries. His forehead didn’t know where to smash, and the blood flowed down into his eyes. As he smiled and smiled, he almost laughed wildly. In the blood, tears are falling.

He choked: "Chu Ning, you look back! Look at me... you still have to go..."

Look at me again.

I am going to die.

In the same year, you were so embarrassed, and finally married him again.

you……

Is it real……

Don't like me at all? Don't look at me at all?

Otherwise why don't you even look at me at the last glance, why are you no longer willing to look back?

"Master respect..."

Blood and tears are full.

In the final impression, outside the golden enchantment, the man was white and stunned.

He went to town.

It turned out that in his heart, anyone in the world... is more important than the light rain.