The Paranoid Emperor’s Black Moonlight Shizun

"Buzz ..."

Qiu Yutong was lying on the ground sparsely, with Lu Xiao ’s warm body on his back. His ears were buzzing and buzzing. I did n’t know how long it had passed. He suddenly jumped up and looked straight up. Gate of the ancestral hall.

In the smoke, the glazed windows of the ancestral hall were mostly broken, and the two ochre doors were slightly slanted, but they did not fall down.

Fang Cai's intense spiritual fluctuations, what is going on?

"Master, there's an aura inside." Lu Xiao's hoarse voice came from the side of his ear, and there was a trace of blood.

The slight **** smell made Qiu Yutong's heart almost skip a beat. He turned over and climbed up in a panic. "Are you injured?"

"It was cut by a few pieces of debris, and a bit of a skin flesh wound, no problem." Lu Xiao sat up and wiped a handful of red blood on his side, not thinking it.

"Really okay?" Qiu Yutong looked up and down at the apprentice, still worried.

"Really ..." Lu Xiao looked at Qiu Yutong and suddenly paused, his face wrinkled slightly, his original steady voice also became weak, "Master, it hurts ..."

"..." Qiu Yutong was too lazy to take care of him, and immediately turned around in despair, looking at Lin Zhufeng lying next to him, "Zhufeng, how's it all right?"

"Cough cough, it's okay." Lin Zhufeng choked and climbed up. He looked up at the gate of the ancestral hall, and his expression became extremely worried. "Lord Qiufeng, I think that it seems that it is my brother ... "

Qiu Yutong stared at the ochre-red door and took a deep breath. With his right hand squeezed, the misty sky and clouds were already in hand!

"boom!!!"

With a loud noise, the gate of the ancestral hall was severely opened, and the dust was suddenly filled!

Qiu Yutong walked in quickly and shouted, "Lin Gongzhu!"

There was a black hole in it, and he could hardly see anything. He shouted and looked around.

Suddenly, Yu Yu glanced at something, and he felt a slight shock. He quickly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee: "Master Lin, what's wrong with you?"

In the dim light of the ancestral hall, Lin Yurong was lying on the side of the rigorous plate for the table. A handsome face was not as white as a living person. His eyes were tightly closed, his lips were not bloody, and he did not know whether it was death. Alive, a pile of white jade fragments scattered around.

Qiu Yutong tried to lift his upper body, shouted a few times, and still no response.

"... Here, this is a string." Lin Zhufeng's voice was trembling, and he knelt down halfway, slowly picking up a thin string from the ground, "Doesn't brother want to fix it? This How can it be……"

The string is extremely thin and long, like a pliable hair, shining with a slight gilt luster, almost like nothing else.

"This is the string of Miaoyin?" Qiu Yutong suddenly realized that the broken jade and strings on the ground were Lin Yurong's broken jade-"Miaoyin".

Lin Xiaoyue's bogey ... the broken jade on the ground ... the burst of aura just before ... yes, Lin Yurong mostly wanted to forcibly repair the "miaoyin", but the result was not that it was not fixed, but the aura was disordered and finally broke out of control.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yutong shuddered sharply, and said sharply: "Chasing the wind, you hurry up and raise the Lord Lin Gong