Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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"Killing? I am not interested in dirty my hands." The moment of the monsoon smoke sounds, the broken evil sword in his hand pierced the earth under his feet!

The evil spirits broke into the earth, and suddenly a gust of wind rose, a layer of faint gray fog, spreading along the ground of the evil spirits to the whole earth. The whole ground of Pingcheng was like a thick layer. The smoke, lingering and hovering over the ground.

The chill of a stock infiltrated from the ground. Everyone only felt that a lot of coolness was passed from the soil under their feet to their whole body. The coolness couldn’t tell what it was, it didn’t have a cold feeling, but it’s from The bones are damp and cold.

Hidden in the dark, observing everything, Song Yuan looked at the plain city, which was gradually covered with fog, and there was a shock at the bottom of his eyes. The handsome man standing beside him, his brow slightly wrinkled and looked at his eyes. A weird scene.

"What is going on?" Song Yuan squinted.

The man frowned: "I don't know, I have never seen a similar trick used by a deceased."

Song Yuan glanced at the man and said coldly: "If this is a mistake, what should I do?"

The man sneered, "Is it wrong? You can't see it, the monsoon smoke has been provoked. Now, whatever she does, she has absolute benefits for us. If she is furious, she kills the people of Pingcheng. You don’t have a legitimate reason to fight back? Isn’t that what we said before?”

Song Yuan bit his teeth. Before he said to the man, the man led the Yaozu to kill the people of Pingcheng. He then let the eyes of the fearless people shift to the monsoon smoke, so that the emotions of the cave people forced. Monsoon smoke and the people shot.

The military regulations of the Holy Dragon Empire strictly forbid the military to oppress the people. If the monsoon smoke can not help but kill, then even if Song Yuan takes people to fight back, thus killing the monsoon smoke, there are absolute excuses.

"It is best." Song Yuandao.

The man looked at Song Yuan and did not speak again.

And just as they talked, the entire Pingcheng ground was covered with the fog, and as the fog spread, a smog of smoke slammed out from the ground, clearly no wind, but the gray on the ground. The fog began to sway automatically.

The monsoon smoked coldly and watched the smoke rising from the ground slowly forming on the street. Her eyes flashed a bit of coldness. She looked up and looked at the people who were stunned: "You don't want to know the truth." So... let the lost people talk to you!"

At the moment when the monsoon smoke was exported, a smog of smoke lingering on the street quickly condensed in the eyes of the people, gradually forming an illusory and ethereal human form.

The people around the street, unbelievably wide-eyed, looked at the cohesive human form, and were scared and scared in an instant!

The streets are densely covered with a shadow of illusion. The shadows are all personal. They are different from ordinary people. Most of them are incomplete, and the empty body can't see their feet and float on the ground. .

"A...Liao..." A frightened man saw a familiar figure in the illusory human form.

And that figure is the wife who died more than a year ago!