Chapter 67

One evil shadow after another seemed to float from the thick ink.

Rainstorm vent, can not wash the dark ink, in a gloomy day, making the whole street hamster, more and more gloomy, like the road to hell.

Quiet.

The stillness of death.

On the roof.

Wearing the rotten robe drenched by the rain, the monk stared at the black shadows emerging from behind the corpses.

The depth of the pupil is a little unbelievable.

It is not only Shami, but also the evil practitioners who stand on the roof and wear hats, who are shocked by the appearance of these evil shadows.

This is Shadow Shadow?!

Shami's face is full of strange. Looking at the evil shadows emerging behind the corpses, those evil shadows seem to have vitality.

This kind of strange means really gave Shami insight.

Looking at the storm, wearing a mask, silver hair flying, but a Zhengyang gas more and more bright, even like the sun as charming Luo Hong.

Shami showed his astonishment and funny laughter.

"Interesting It's so interesting. "

"It's worthy of being the son of Luo Ren Tu...."

The sound of the screen exploding, shaking in the rain.

The frozen corpse broke free and moved!

Continue to rush towards Luo Hongfei.

The rain falls on the ground, contaminates the soaked dust, gathers into streams, pours into the sewer, and is stinked by the accumulated sludge for many years.

Gopher street is messy and disordered. Rats in the sewer smell bloody and crawl out. This is their favorite environment.

When a stinking corpse is drenched in the rain, mice will scurry among the corpses, as if expecting a feast.

Luo Hong was born again.

With a deep and cheerful laughter, it seemed that the second side of Luo Hong's mind was emerging.

Luo Hong's silver hair fluttered, and his evil eyes glanced at the Shami.

Holding Zhao Donghan's long sword and bathing in the rainstorm, Luo Hong's white clothes were stained with blood and mud.

In the face of a group of corpses, Luo Hong turned his mouth.

I snapped my fingers in the storm.

Click.

The rain around the fingers splashed, and was blown into rain powder, like water mist.

Later, the evil shadows of the Zombie's shadows came out one after another, biting the zombie. For a moment, the zombie army was in chaos.

Completely disturbed by these evil shadows.

The walking corpse fights with the evil shadow of his own shadow.

The long street irrigated by the rainstorm is like a noisy vegetable market for a while.

Hong drags a knife.

Step by step through the corpse heap, as if through the flowers, leaves do not touch the body.

On the roof, Sami's eyes shrank. This scene he didn't think of, something like shadow It's holding down his legion of zombies.

This son Actually have the ability to become an army!

"It's kind of like magic!"

"But this son What is the spirit of Zhengyang? Is this Taoist art? "

This kind of uncoordinated feeling makes Shami very uncomfortable.

He shakes the silver bell, feeling that the bell seems to be farther and farther away from him. Under the roof where he stands, Luo Hong, dressed in white and with silver hair, looks at him with a knife and a smile.

"Bald ass."

Luo Hong, the evil king, said with a smile.

Shami's face froze with a smile. Then he squinted and looked at Luo Hong as if he had changed his personality. There was a surge of murders between his eyes.

I hate to be called a bald donkey.

Around the roof, seven evil repair hands one after another, they are facing the torrential rain, agile as cheetahs, walking on the roof.

They seem to be hiding in the rain water and integrated with the rainstorm.

Rainy day, dark night, that is the most favorite environment of Xie Xiu.

Whew, whew!

There was a fierce evil spirit all over them.

A clean blade washed by rain is drawn from the sleeve.

The white blade sends out cold light and comes to Luo Hong.

Six eight grade evil practitioners and one seven grade evil practitioner attacked and killed one after another, and the killing opportunities were extremely dense, interwoven into a dense network.

They fall to the ground, step by step, step by step, unexpectedly in the accumulation of a heavy layer of rain on the street, do not start any spray.

Luo Hong stood still with his knife.

All of a sudden.

A white blade stabbed out from the side and went straight to Luo Hong's throat.

However, just when they were about to be stabbed, evil one, evil two, the evil shadow of Di Shan floated from their shadow.

When the white blade is one inch away from Luo Hong's throat, it stops, and the rain drops on it, splashing with brilliant water.And that evil repair of the neck has been twisted, instant throat.

Three pieces of seven grade martial arts cultivate evil shadows, just like a solid and heavy defense wall.

Luo Hong suddenly straightened his knife and pushed it forward. It turned out that it was with the handle as its head. It was like a meteor shooting forward in a rainy night. Compared with his speed, the speed of raindrops falling from the sky was extremely slow.

Dong!

The curtain of rain, like a curtain of pearls, was blown open into a void.

A hat evil repair with unbelievable eyes, chest was thrown by Luo Hong's knife handle hit, the power contained in the hilt suddenly burst out, the evil repair of the chest to hit the deep down.

Without seeing Luo Hong's face clearly, the evil repair in the hat was hit by the handle of the knife, and his body broke into the air. After a distance of more than ten feet, he smashed on the roof, smashed half of the roof, and let the black tiles pour down.

The knife bounced back and was held by Luo Hong.

When the remaining four evil practitioners saw this scene, they couldn't help taking in the cold air.

In a flash, four eight evil practitioners died.

This young master Luo Hong is not as ordinary as the legend!

Run!

The remaining four evil practitioners no longer rush forward, point their toes, pull out a series of shadows, and plan to escape.

One evil, two evil, and the evil shadow of Di mountain burst out like black fog and disappeared in the rain.

When they reappeared, they came out of the shadow of the four evil practitioners.

This strange method is more evil than evil cultivation!

These evil practitioners were frightened, and they found that they were not as good as Anping County.

Step by step, Luo Hong went to the evil repair whose bodies were not yet cool. He squatted down, raised his hand, stroked their eyes, and stroked their hard to close eyes.

In this process, the evil spirit in the body of these evil practitioners poured into the evil spirit beads in Luo Hongdan's field.

The more evil spirits poured in, the more bright the Zhengyang Qi of Luo Hong was.

Luo Hong also felt that his evil cultivation was getting stronger and stronger.

The shrill howl exploded in the rainy night.

After all, the four evil practitioners are hard to escape. The ghost method of the seven grade evil practitioner has no effect. He is swung by Di Shan's evil shadow and constantly falls. The seven kinds of meat and eight kinds of vegetables are killed on the spot, which is extremely miserable.

On the roof.

Shami sank his heart and kept forging seals.

When the seven evil practitioners stopped Luo Hong, they finished the complicated process of seal.

At the end of the seal, Shami's eyes were covered with blood, his palms were suddenly broken, blood was flying, and mixed with the rain.

The falling raindrops are pulled, and they are interwoven into a symbol in the air.

From the symbol, a huge scarlet coffin suddenly fell.

With a thump, he hit the roof vertically and was supported by the monk.

Sami stares at Luo Hong and laughs coldly.

A slap on the red coffin, the lid of the coffin explodes, the evil spirit is rich, and the copper light is prosperous!

A tall copper corpse in armor, full of dark evil spirits, galloped out of the coffin.

"Kill him!"

Sami growled.

The copper corpse fell to the ground, the ground was sunken and full of cracks, and the terrible depression made the speed of rain fall stagnant.

This is the bottom card of Shami.

Bang!

But the corpse wants to be blasted away. It's too fast to resist the evil.

However, Luo Hong ignored the bronze corpse.

He raised his head, stared at the Shami, raised his chin, and the rain flowed down the half mask.

"You bald ass, there is no Buddha in your heart."

Luo Hong's words made Sami disdain to sneer.

Do you know Buddhism?

The copper corpse is constantly approaching.

The ground of gopher street is constantly broken by the copper corpse. With a powerful blow, the rain curtain is blown out of holes.

Luo Hong's face is calm and his spirit is explosive.

Thousand Buddha's hand, start evil!

Hum

The copper corpse's fist stopped suddenly.

On the roof, Shami was also in a trance. Then, a Buddha appeared in front of him, with ten hands on his back. If he picked flowers, it was like a seal, and the Buddha was shining.

Until now, everything is clear.

Shami found out.

Wearing a mask, Luo Hong, dressed in white, didn't know when to appear in front of him.

Looking at him with a smile, he opened his mouth.

"If there is no Buddha in your heart, if the Buddha does not pass you, then I'll help you. "

"Great power, Tianlong, Shizun, dizang!"

Huh?

Sami was stunned.

The next moment, the long sword was gently pierced by Luo Hong, white in, red out, through the heart of the monk.

Between heaven and earth.

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