The Villain Has Blackened Again

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Chapter 254 God, or a monster

"Small eight, I seem to feel the array of witchcraft in the snake." Nan Ludao.

"It's no wonder that the man thinks that the sword is very evil, but he can't feel the slightest aura. The sword seems to be entangled with a powerful suffocation." Xiao Ba reminded the industry conscience, "Nan, big boss is not simple. You must be careful later."

Nan Shuzui: Use what you said. Which big boss in the world doesn't need to be careful?

Gong Mo dyed the sword of the blessing in the hands of Nanzhao, and pointed the sword at the height of the sky. The tip of the sword crossed a beautiful arc in the air, and the white sleeves.

Nanxun is close, and can even hear the roar of the robes rubbing against the air.

The people who worshiped the people looked far away and looked very excited.

The three kingdoms and the ministers were all staring at the strange Nanyun Guoguo division. Only Yu Hengqing’s eyes were staring at Nanxun for a long time, and his eyes were unclear.

"A sacrifice." Gong Mo dyed the kendo.

He clearly only has a thin lip and a slight movement, and the sound is plain and cold. But not only how, but the sound of his export is like what is magnified, and it is resounding throughout the school.

The voice fell, and on the other side of the crowd, nine large inner guards were holding a black man.

These are the living assassins who were stabbing the national masters yesterday.

They were sent to the national division and arranged in a row.

The assassins looked at the man in the eyes of the indifferent eyes, and his heart was full of fear.

Gong Mo dyed the hook and the corner of the lips, and the dead scorpion lined up with this horrible smile. It was really unspeakable.

Suddenly, the snake-wrapped sword was lifted up by him a little and pointed to the chest of the first person.

The assassin didn't think about living, and even had to bite his tongue. But these people broke his jaw, and he wanted to bite his tongue and couldn't do it.

The assassin stared at the beautiful man in front of his face and indifferently pierced the strange long sword... into his chest.

Suddenly, he widened his eyes and was terrified.

Why, why did he hear something sucking his blood?

It was the sword, and the snake wrapped around the sword was sucking his blood!

Where is this man in front of him, he is clearly a monster.

He wants to speak, he wants to scream, but he can't speak.

A stab.

Gong Mo dyed his face with a sword.

The man is dead and looks like a pair of eyes, as if he was scared to death.

The blood-stained sword begins at the tip of the sword, and the blood automatically gathers in the mouth of the snake.

Soon after, the snake that was wrapped around the sword turned into a whole red light, and the brilliance flowed and it was very strange.

And the sword body did not touch the blood, and it recovered as it was.

Gong Moe dyed his hand and held the sword, looking at it and turning it into a light red snake snake body, revealing a strange atmosphere.

Nanzhao looked at him intently, his brows tightened even tighter.

The small eight-slot sounded out, "Now the big boss looks so scary and perverted."

Nan Yan said with no expression, "I think so."

Until the big boss killed the last assassin, the snake body on the sword had completely turned into blood red.

The blood of the snake is flowing, and the snake is like a living.

The princes and ministers who are close to each other have already seen sweat on their foreheads.

This time, the blessing of the sacrifice of the heavens is not the same as that of the past. This time, there is no reason to give birth to a creepy feeling.

Gong Mo-dyed hand-wrapped snake long sword returned to the altar.

However, a gesture, the palace stool will be painted in advance, and Gongliu will insert a large incense stick into the big tripod on the altar.

After the event, the two men retired with respect and respect.

Gong Mo dyed long sleeves, and the fragrance in the altar did not ignite spontaneously.

Cigarettes, a kind of sandalwood flavor, immediately spread.

The scent of the scent of the heart has shattered a lot of the horrible feelings of the people.

"The sacrifice of the sky." Gong Mo dyed a sentence.

In the meantime, Wenwu Baiguan all looked at the past without hesitation. The people of the three kingdoms have already stretched their necks in a state of disobedience.

Gong Mo-dye pointed the long sword in his hand to Dading, and the snake head on the tip of the sword was just right at the sand in Dading.

Then, a strange scene appeared.

The **** red snake suddenly burst into a large mouth and spewed a **** mist from the mouth of the snake.

The brown sand in Dading was covered in blood, and it was quickly dyed red.

And the scent of the scented mist slowly brought a trace of blood.

Xiao Ba looked at it and asked Nan Yan: "You are not very proficient in witchcraft, what is the big boss doing?"

Nanxun faintly said: "I pray for the heavens, did you not say it before?"

Xiao eight:......

"Do you want to pray for the sacrifice of the gods, is it so horrible to worship the heavens?"

Nan smashed his mouth and said, "I really want to blow his head, and I will use the ban on witchcraft when I am not moving. Does he think that the arrow is not enough to die!"

Xiao eight:......

Under the eyes of the public, Gong Mo dyed the sword and said: "On the sky above, the blood of the sinner is present, and the heavens will turn sin into a blessing and benefit the people of Nanyun."

The voice rang through the clouds like a Hong Zhong, and it spread throughout the west.

The people have all fallen to the ground, and they are in awe.

The fragrant mist automatically converges into a huge gathering of ghosts in midair, and the palace ink dyes the first piece of paper.

In an instant, the cloudless sunny days were shrouded in dark clouds.

The second piece of paper burns, and the sky is lowered by the thick thunder of the wrist. It is said that it is called the nine-day **** thunder, and it can destroy all evil spirits in the world.

Windy, lightning and thunder.

At this time, even the Heng Hengqing, who has never believed in ghosts and gods, has also witnessed a great shock.

The third piece of paper burned, and there was heavy downpour in the sky.

What is even more bizarre is that the heavy rain actually avoided the school ground and began to pour down from outside the school yard.

The people were instantly drenched into chickens, but they were too excited to be themselves.

"It is the well-being of the national teachers and the people who ask for help from heaven. These rains are all good fortune!" said one of the people.

The people directly looked up and drunk the rain into the stomach. Before they came smart, they prepared the jars. They were holding the jars to pick up the water.

When the palace ink dyed sword crossed a curve in the air, the downpour was actually stopped.

The man in white squatted toward the old monarch: "The emperor, the minister has prayed for the blessing of the heavens, and the blessings have come to all the territory of my Nanyun country. My Nanyun country will have a good weather and a good life."

The old monarch shouted with a hand and shouted: "Okay, okay!"

On the school field, the old monarch was in a good mood, and the ministers shouted, "Long live the emperor, Chiyoda, the national teacher -"

At the end of the ceremony, the old monarch of Nanyun State took the lead to leave the dragon, and the national teacher took the luxury white rut, and several disciples around the ink dyed hall surrounded.

The three kingdoms and the civil and military officials followed and left.

A strange sacrifice to the heavenly blessing of the Great Hall made the hearts of the three kings different.

Yan Hengqing’s gaze fell on the white woman on the side of the white sedan, and moved slightly.

He did not know that the girl of Rose had become a disciple of the ink dyeing hall.

It seems that he wants to change the strategy.