The Little Matchmaker of the Fox Demon: The Master of Tushan

Little Taoist!

Bai Qiye was extremely sure that this was the little Taoist priest, with several mottled scars and a grim face.

The inner board of the coffin of the divine tree built wood, the wood is well-proportioned, and there is a trace of divine pattern flowing.

Healing the sequelae of the sword move [Frost Cold Remnant River] is enough! There is no need to cough and suffer like this all day long, looking like a tuberculosis ghost.

And how do you cut off a piece of wood? became a problem.

Holding a swarthy fire-burning stick, the thick slurry on the outer layer of the Tushan sword completely concealed the sharpness of the Extreme Dao Emperor soldiers, and how the former Great Emperor fought the starry sky with a sword in blood, reflecting the eternity. When you get to yourself, is it possible to rely purely on knocking on the stick?

"Uncle, no, sister-in-law, can this ancient divine wood be cut down by the Tushan Sword?" Bai Qiye asked suspiciously.

The sword spirit was silent.

The chill that came up through his boots forced the boy to push the coffin open and slammed it against the inner wall.

But unexpectedly, a rebound, inadvertently supported the chest of the little Taoist priest in the coffin, and something that Bai Qiye had forgotten in his life appeared.

The corpse was disturbed by shock, and did not sit up and change, but turned into a crispy quicksand mist, and the head rose, leaking a palm print from the chest, gradually spreading around, the hands retreated from the limbs, and the head gradually melted.

There is no more ash, dust to dust, soil to earth.

The little Taoist priest did not even have slag left.

Struck dumb!

Bai Qiye was at a loss, standing still, looking at the empty coffin, full of thoughts, this time the play was big.

Pack up the gold and silver and run away? The one lying down is Tu Shanhong Hong's own lifesaver, even if only a body of remains is left. Originally, even the grave at the beginning of the Eastern Month was not planed, but this time it was indeed directly stabbed in the big basket.

Steadfastly told Tu Shan Rongrong: "Sister Rong Rong, I tell you and secret? "

Did I crush your lifesaver?

Honestly tell Tu Shan Honghong: "Sister Hong Hong..." The

next moment, this will be a peerless demon, will he step into the demon emperor, and the claw of insulation will reward a penetrating coldness?

......

"Bai Qiye, lie down in the coffin!"

"There is a big demon approaching!" The sword spirit said coldly.

What a thing! Could it be that Tu Shan Rong is back?

Bai Qiye jumped into the coffin, running true qi attached to his calves, hands and feet and knocked on the coffin board, and suddenly fell into a chaotic darkness.

......

The red clothes slowly returned from Huangfengling, inspected the territory of Tushan Mountain, and the cave of the twin peaks actually lit up!

When he reached the mouth of the cave, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and he smelled the special fragrance on Rong Rong's body, so he let go of his heart and put away the insulating claws.

Stand in place for a moment and walk into the hole.

Bai Qiye in the dark, listening to the footsteps from far and near, clenched his fists tightly, and a chill seeped into the back from the bottom plate of the coffin, invading the internal organs, the chest and lungs surged, and he was about to cough out in the next second.

Forced to endure the shaking of the acupuncture points that were holding his breath, the bruises on his neck burst out, and his face turned red.

Two heavens of ice and fire!

The young man's heart was crossed, and he gnawed at the coffin board.

.........

Tushan Red Red Fox's ears fluttered and went straight to the bronze ancient coffin on the 10,000-year-old ice.

Bai Qiye's heart jumped to his throat, Jianmu entered, and he lay straight up and motionless.

The red clothes flicked their sleeves, and the bronze coffin lid instantly flew out horizontally and landed lightly.

The black coffin inside the coffin was exposed, and the bare hand wiped lightly, the lid of the coffin gently slid over, and through the darkness between the rulers, I saw the person in the coffin.

His hair was messy, just like the broken hair when he passed away, and his eyes were closed under his inky black eyebrows, as if he was asleep.

Tu Shan Honghong only felt that he had misheard, but there was a strange sound in Fang Cai's coffin that flashed away.

After staring intently for a moment, he closed the lid of the coffin, touched it gently, covered the bronze coffin, and checked the spring pith under the ice for ten thousand years, and turned around after confirming that it was correct.

When the red clothes walked out, the bright lights in the cave gradually went out, and the noisy demon power slowly quieted down, smoothing the throbbing in his heart.

The last time the coffin was unveiled was before the age of Jiazi, and the Terrans were sixty years old and one Jiazi.

Daomen is immortal, but he is just a wronged soul under his claws.

Even the 10,000-year-old ice pith, bronze ancient coffin, and mysterious black coffin are just enough to protect the body.

Even seeing it was only a sight of Jiazi, if it weren't for this accidental noise in the coffin, she would never have opened the coffin.

As for why Jiazi opened the coffin, Tu Shan Hong did not know, even if it was all fetish to protect the corpse, how could it be consistent.

The matter of creation, the power of the demon emperor, in the heart of Hong Yi, is not so 100% believed.

She was afraid that she would open frequently, and in thousands of years, he would dissolve earlier and not return to his original form.

Or maybe it's fear, one by one, they don't know how to talk to him....

The moment he walked out of the cave, Tu Shan Hong seemed to return to that night.

In front of the bright bonfire, in the steel cage covered with charms, behind him was a shivering face.

She tore at the demon talisman with all her might, and her body was covered in scales.

A claw penetrated the little Taoist priest close by, and the tip of the claw could still feel the beating of the heart, and the red snow drops fell...

He smiled wryly and tore off the demon charm...

.........

Tu Shan Honghong forcibly endured guilt, self-proclaimed demon power, and went down the mountain step by step.

Step by step gradually forgetting herself, waiting for another sixty years, vaguely, she was in a trance.

It seems that those eyes are somewhat similar to the boy who called Bai Qiye, and his eyebrows are somewhat similar.

Is it?

She wasn't sure.

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