v20 Chapter 26： Green Silk Curse

Wu Yang stepped out of the hall and looked towards the front.

A few humanoid ghosts crawled out of the lotus pond below the stage, and rushed towards Yan Chixia. The sword light flying through the sky flashed through. The ghosts were paralyzed but looked like a pool of stinky mud.

An electric eye, blood tongue, Yasha screamed and flew, Yan Chixia pointed a finger like a sword, and Yasha immediately fell to the ground.

Stepped across the corridor, but stretched out around the corner ~ grabbed a huge hand to grasp it, seeing if its momentum was broken, the stone would be broken, but Yan Chixia caught acupuncture, and immediately retracted.

A small Lanruo Temple has too many monsters and ghosts, just like a ghost cave.

The ghosts died. Wu Yang didn't care about it. He only cared about Xiao Qian. If Yan Chixia accidentally killed Xiao Qian, that wouldn't work.

Wu Yang smiled and said, "Brother Yan, I'll help you."

At this time, a shadow of a real shadow rushed to Wu Yang, and Wu Yang waved at hand, and the black shadow sneered: "Mortal people also want to kill me."

The white light flickered, and the black shadow shouted sternly: "How is that possible? Mortal ..."

Immediately turned into smoke.

Wu Yang came next to Yan Chixia, and the pressure on Yan Chixia, who was under siege, eased.

The white light emanated from Wu Yang's body, and it became more and more intense. The light shone out on the ghosts, like burning.

With a cold hum, a giant hand grabbed and grabbed Wu Yang.

Wu Yang's "Lu" smiled disdainfully: "Want to kill me? Not enough."

Wu Yang did not hide, giant hands have seized Wu Yang.

The white "color" light flashed and turned into a white "color" flame. The giant hand trembled, released quickly, and retracted very quickly. The flame was already on the hand.

Wu Yang did not go after him, and continued to kill other ghosts.

In a corner of Lan Ruo Temple, a "woman" shook her hand desperately, but the white "color" flame not only did not abate, but spread along the hand.

As soon as the "woman" bit her teeth, she severed the entire arm off, and the blood "liquid" was flowing from the wound. When the arm on the ground is cut off, it will no longer be humanoid, and will become a ghost hand twisting and burning until it is completely exhausted.

The woman was shocked and terrified when she saw this scene, but the resentment on her face was even deeper. Even a human face looked like an evil spirit.

"The small hoof is not yet in a hurry. It can't stop the Yan Chixia and the scholar. Everyone is finished together. I didn't expect that there were two such powerful figures in the temple."

A young woman next to this scene seemed to have a flame burning in her eyes. It was Nie Xiaoqian, who was also crying in her heart. She wanted to go to Wu Yang tonight and ask him to take him out of this Lan Ruo Temple. Make such a big noise.

"Yes, Auntie." Xiao Qian answered with a low voice, then turned and walked in the direction of the fight, but did not see how the "woman" looked at her eyes, and her left hand slowly opened up. , Grabbing towards Xiao Qian Xu.

If Xiao Qianzhen didn't feel it, the "woman" was determined to kill, and when she was about to start, Xiao Qian suddenly turned back and smiled. The smile was like a sly little girl who found the sugar that her mother hid, with a little satisfaction and satisfaction.

auzw.com For so many years, the "woman" has never seen this girl "show" such a smile. In the eyes of the "woman", she is always weak and grieving, sentimental . In particular, she glanced at the beauty of Xi Shi's heart, and made the woman jealous.

But she never thought about how such a fragile woman survived in such a ghost cave surrounded by ghosts and kept a pure body. Was it just being favored?

Xiaoqian's head was covered with blue silk, fluttering slightly in the night breeze, and she was holding a peach hair bun while she was removed, holding it in her hand, and holding a black "color" doll in her other hand. In the doll.

The woman was stiff, and her throat rattled: "How, how is that possible?"

"Women" couldn't believe how the wicked witch doll could deal with herself. Even if Xiao Qian had hidden strength, she would never be stronger than herself. Her years of practice were far above this little girl. But the numb body reminded her of her failure.

Xiao Qian covered her mouth with one hand and chuckled, the other hand held the doll tightly, and slowly pressed her bun with her thumb deeper.

"Auntie, does this green silk curse taste good!"

The "woman" reluctantly saw that the doll was made of hair, and the source of the material was undoubtedly herself.

She suddenly remembered Xiao Qian's work in recent years—the maidservant who combed her hair. Seeing Xiao Qian reluctantly to help her comb her hair every day, it was her happiest time every day. As the bun became deeper and deeper, the "woman" was completely speechless.

The green silk curse, which gathers three thousand blue silks of the subject, forms a maggot with a wonderful hand, and can die to it.

However, the conditions for this operation are also extremely strict. The hair cannot be cut off and pulled out, it must be completely natural, or the faithful cannot do it at all. This technique is so partial that no one thinks that someone will use it.

The three years of forbearance is only one possibility. Today, I finally used it. The bun pierced the doll. The doll spontaneously ignited without fire. The "woman" looked at her body burning, but she felt no pain at all. Fear swallowed her until death.

Xiao Qian took her bun into her sleeve, and her mother's words were still in her ears. "Xiao Qian, you must learn to coax talents and not be bullied by others!"

There was a sad smile on Xiao Qian's face: "Mother, Xiao Qian can coax people?"

In Lan Ruo Temple, the white light flashed, and the little ghost couldn't even scream before it turned into blue smoke, and the big ghost burst into sorrow.

Yan Chixia looked at Wu Yang in shock, but did not expect that this scholar had such a practice, it was terrible, and he had never seen it before. Although he knew that Wu Yang was not an ordinary person, he did not expect such a powerful person.

Hidden in the dark, Yang Yan, who had wanted to help, was also surprised. How could it be that she was so talented that she wanted to be an ordinary scholar? She never understood Wu Yang.

Wu Yang smiled at Yan Chixia next to him. "Leave, Brother Yan, go and beat the enemy."

"it is good."

There weren't many ghosts blocking them, and the two walked fast. In front of it is the wall. As long as you pass by, you can go to a "chaotic" grave post outside the temple, and the old demon's nest "hole".

"Wu Gongzi save me!" Xiao Qiang said with a pouting voice that blocked the way of the two.

When Yan Chixia's "color" changed, Xiaojian turned into Jianguang stabbing towards the figure in front.

Wu Yang flashed, blocking Xiao Qian in front of her fingers and pinching Yan Chixia's small sword, "Brother Yan, not an enemy."

Xiao Qian's face was even paler, and she was trembling like a small flower in the cold wind, which aroused pity.

Had it not been for Wu Yang to block the small sword for her, I'm afraid she's gone now. ..