Yang God

"Xiao Mu, you look at her and search out all of her things. I will wake up Tian Yang and the iron pillar. If she has any action, she will kill her immediately."

Hong Yi and Xiao Mu pressed the white woman back to the yard.

At this time, the yard has just experienced a fierce fight, it is a mess, a few huge footprints on the ground, scattered thick layer of lead ash, mercury, ash, the door is broken, the wood flies.

Shen Tianyang, Shen Tiezhu two fathers and sons lying on the ground motionless, it seems that the soul is still suppressed, people are sober.

Xiao Mu holds a steel sword and squats against the white woman's neck with a sword tip. Her hand is very stable, and with a little movement, she can cut the other's neck.

The white woman's face is extremely pale, her feet are vain, and she seems to fall to the ground at any time, but her spirit is not decadent, her eyes are shining.

Xiao Mu heard Hong Yi’s instructions, one hand against the long sword, and the other hand searched on the white woman, from a small back bag behind her, found a small box, a bottle of medicine, and a few Zhang utters a faint yao taste.

After searching for these things, along with the woman’s strange flying sword, she was thrown into the bed far away, not touching the white woman.

Hong Yi nodded and sneaked into the body of the soul. He jumped out of his body and showed his dreams of dreaming.

Shen Tianyang, who was suppressed by the soul, Shen Tiezhu only felt that Hong Yi was suddenly appearing in his dream. With a wave of his hand, a golden light flashed, and he was bound himself, and jumped up fiercely.

"Awesome evil law! Little old children have been walking for many years. The sorcerers who are fascinating people on the rivers and lakes have also seen a lot of sorcerers. In the early years, the little old children also learned the two hands of the monks of the Great Zen Temple. Law, the heart of the thought of the mighty demon of the devil, the evil law can not be confused, but today such a powerful sorcerer, the suppression of small old children can not move, simply unheard of."

Shen Tianyang jumped up and straightened his tongue.

People who walked the rivers and lakes had to learn a little about how to deal with sorcerers. Shen Tianyang studied the "Rohan Weed View" at the Great Zen Temple. Hong Yi also knows that this method is to observe the majesty of Luo Han, and to make his soul with a majestic and fierce temperament, without being confused.

"Hey, my dark magic crows in the Xuantian Pavilion, is the little Luohan majestic broken? To break my black magic crows, unless the spirit is stronger than me, to break the surgery, or the Buddha's heavens The view of Bodhisattva, the view of Zhou Tianxing in Daomen, these supreme methods are resisted."

The white woman snorted and saw that Hong Yi broke her dark crows so easily, and her eyes could not conceal the shock.

"What kind of technique did you practice? Why did you break my Dark Lord Ravens?" the white woman asked.

"Tianyang, you clean up the house. I will go to the city tomorrow and call a carpenter to mend the door of the yard. The iron pillar, you go to the door to guard. If there is a Taoist who hears the movement and asks, you say that I am dealing with housework, and Nothing happened.

Hong Yi sat in a chair and ignored the question of the woman in white, but asked himself.

After the instructions, Hong Yi said to the white woman: "What is your name? Who is it? Why is it to catch Xiaomu?"

"You answer my words first, what kind of martial arts do you practice? Seeing that your soul is not strong, it is impossible to break my black magic crows. I am thinking about Xuantian Taoism sitting down the black god, God everything. Confusion, dimness. Even if the **** of the gods of Taoism wants to practice to the extreme, the soul is like a hot sun, and it can't wipe out the boundless darkness. It can't be weak and weak."

The white woman called Hong Yi.

"Now you are a prisoner under the ranks, but also yelling! Answer my question quickly!" Hong Yi patted the table and shouted.

In response to Hong Yi’s drink, Xiao Mu’s sword tightened tightly.

"My surname is Murong, the single name is a Yan, the first disciple of the black magic hall of the Yunmeng Xuantian Pavilion, the younger brother of Yunwu, Yunmeng Chiyan Hou Murongjia Miss San, what do you want me to do? You just let me go, I You can redeem yourself with money."

The white woman is proud.

"Xuantian Pavilion, Black Devil Hall? Finished Yanwu? Yunmeng Chiyan Hou, Murongjia?"

Hong Yi came up with a few key messages and nodded: "It turned out to be a famous lady, and a disciple from the martial arts holy place. It is no wonder that there will be such a high Taoism. Why do you want to take away Xiaomu?"

"I came here to find the reincarnation of Yu Wentai's autopsy." Murong Yandao: "She, will be the martial arts of our Xuantian Pavilion. In that year, we Xuan Tianguan found more than a dozen girls. It may be the reincarnation of Yuwen Taishi, so they will be brought to the pavilion to practice martial arts. After that, they will be able to tell who is the reincarnation of Taishi, but then all these girls were robbed, we Xuantian Pavilion must bring them back."

"You lie!" Hong Yi fiercely stood up, stepping around in the room, and pressing the hilt of the shark's sword in one hand, revealed a bit of fierce murder.

"I know that the Taoist corpse is very incomparable. After reincarnation, it will not confuse the mind, and there will be no fascination in the womb. I have read the history notes, and I know that Yunmeng’s Taishi Yuwen Mudao technique is profound. Mtlnovel.com~ martial arts Tong Xuan, and a high degree of weight, how can the autopsy lose his mind? Also you have to distinguish?"

Suddenly standing by Hong Yi, walking along the sword, Murong Yan seemed to be shocked, thinking that he was going to do something, the face with excessive blood loss became paler.

"Yu Wen Tai Shi was the brother of the Taoist Master of the Taoism, and was injured by the nine-fire dragon of the dream machine. He had to relapse and reincarnate. Because of the nephew, this is the secret of our Yunmeng. Of course you I don't know. Ok, I will answer so much. My body has too much blood loss. I have to take a break. You can buy me the medicine back. I need treatment for one or two months to recover."

Murong Yan said so much in one breath, his face was paler.

"Don't forget, you are still a prisoner of the ranks, and your tone is still arrogant? If you don't say that you are a private house, you can say that it is a person from Yunmengguo. It is a crime of spies. Send you to the jade in Yujing, you know what it is! What Xuantian Pavilion, Murong Chiyan Hou, maybe you are used to being arrogant in Yunmeng, but this is a big job, your identity is not worth nothing. It will only add to the disaster for you."

Hung Yi smiled coldly.

"Well, this time I am planted, what do you say?" Murong Yan said helplessly.

"First, you can stay here to recover, but I have to collect everything from you. Second, everything I ask, you must have a question and answer." Hong Yidao.

"Well? Then what are you going to let me go?" asked Murong Yan.

"You can't talk about it now." Hong Yi held the hilt and sat back in the chair.