Chapter 1967： 1967 Tushan 2

Xiao Jiu fixed his eyes, these people, thousands of years ago, she had seen Lingshan to teach the Pufa Tianzun, the cabinet to the patriarch Qiu Mingzi, the law of the patriarch of the Ming Dynasty, and the old monk standing behind the shaved fairy, because earlier There is a festival with Qingqiu Mountain, so I did not say hello to the net Tudong Dongyue Temple Lecture Hall, the first Tianyue Zen Master...Sa

They are all members of the four hills and four doors...

Lishan’s old mother sighed: “We could have contacted more people, but the time is rushing, and I’m afraid of leaking the wind. I only found these, Fox King. These are the masters of your generation. You think about it. If I have no evidence, how can I invite them?"

Everyone nodded to the little nine.

Xiao Jiu said: "What does this matter have to do with Ye Shaoyang?"

Lishan's old mother said: "There is nothing to do with it, but Ye Shaoyang is the younger brother of the Taoist style. We can only use him as a hostage, and force the wind to follow the example. Otherwise, if the war is opened, it will not hurt and innocent."

Xiao Jiudao: "You put Shaoyang, I listen to him all. If he retreats, I will definitely stop!"

Lishan's old mother-in-law: "You are obsessed with the Fox King. If you put Ye Shaoyang, the road wind must be a desperate struggle. What is the significance of all our operations?"

When Yang Gongyi heard this, he couldn’t help but insert a sentence: "You are saying that the wind is a reincarnation ghost child, then he is only using Ye Yang, why is it so concerned about Shaoyang?"

"Maybe just use the value has not been squeezed out! Ye Shaoyang congenital spirit, born extraordinary, must be reused." Tianyue Zen master shook his head and sighed, "unfortunately, Ye Shaoyang is a blind, confused for the ambiguity, I do not know the truth."

Then he looked at Yang Gongyu and said: "You are a chaotic demon, there is no good or evil, but it is also used by the wind, Amitabha, sadly."

Yang Gongyi snorted and turned to look at the wind. He asked him with his eyes: What should I do?

Xiaojiu cold and cold road: "First put Shaoyang, then talk about other, or I will burn with you like jade!"

"Fox King!" The Pfeiffer Tianzun, who holds a pagoda, came forward and shouted coldly. "You are a fox king, make a covenant with us, never fight. Now you have to violate the agreement and come to a two-chance battle. Let the blood of the Qing Dynasty become a river?"

Xiaojiu looked at him and said slowly: "If there is any accident in Shaoyang, I will do my best, wash and explain, and restart the battle of the gods. Why not!"

Everyone looked at each other and their expressions were somewhat hesitant. The nine-tailed fox was an ancient demon king. It had a supreme appeal in the education. If it was really a battle with the interpretation, the situation would be out of control.

No one can afford this responsibility. For a moment, no one speaks.

Tianyue Zen master saw this situation, and Xiao Xiaoji said: "If the fox king is really like this, it is the pearl cast, and the same spirit as the ghost king. Although the thief is big, I am teaching six, and I am afraid that it will not!"

Xiao Jiu knows that he hates the things of the year, and there is a public opinion of the communique in it. However, in the midst of urgency, nothing can be managed. Li Sheng said: "I don’t care what ghost children are not ghosts, even if the ghost boy is Shaoyang, I also It doesn't matter! You can't let go!"

Lishan's old mother and other people did not expect Xiaoji's attitude to be so tough, and one by one could not speak.

Tianyue Zen master said coldly: "There is a virtue of good life in heaven. If you don't want it, don't blame us. Do you think about it?"

The road nodded and said: "Today's robbery, I bear it alone!"

When everyone was surprised, he pulled a black flag from his sleeve and threw it into the air. The flag fluttered in the wind and instantly increased several times. The black flag seemed to be an endless black hole, flying out from the middle. There were countless ghosts, and the two sides of the mountain rushed to the past, as if they were endless, and the sound of ghosts and screams shook the eardrums of everyone.

Blood sea magic!

The wind finally sacrificed this most evil instrument.

From the human to the ghost domain, the **** seas and sorcerers absorb the fierce ghosts of witchcraft, some are half-soul ghosts, some are murderers who wander in the ghost field, and most of them are still fine after being broken.

All these spiritual thoughts and remnants are reorganized and cultivated in the place where the blood and the sea are full of evil thoughts and suffocation. Even if they are good ghosts, they have already wiped out the wisdom in such a place. Only the evil thoughts of killing, once released, these evil spirits, by instinct, will try to shred all the creatures they see... except for the twelve disciples who have the specific atmosphere of the Valley of the Wind.

The hesitation before the Taoist wind is not hesitating whether to surrender, but on the contrary, he is hesitating, whether to start killing...

He determined that this was his only choice.

"Twelve disciples listened to orders, all the way to kill, the film does not stay!!"

The cold voice of the road winds, floating in the air, like a powerful echo, has been passed down the mountain,

After the twelve disciples were ordered, under the leadership of Jianwen Emperor, they swarmed up and smothered in the crowd. Jianwen Emperor held a fish-sword sword, driven by the emperor's heart, flying swords and swords, coming and going freely, clearing in the mountain guardian disciple There is a **** road, and the members of the Ghost Alliance are quickly going up the mountain, so as not to be hurt by the evil spirits in the blood.

The members of the Ghost Federation are not willing to kill because of the shackles of Ye Shaoyang. The move of Jianwen Emperor is exactly what they mean, and they follow the path of the wind and the valley, and they all come to the top of the mountain.

"The wind!"

The old mother of Lishan came back to the wind, and the dust in her hand swept across the air. Numerous pear flowers were born out of thin air. In the hurricane swept out of the dust, a swirl was formed, and the wind was wrapped in the middle.

The road wind does not retreat, and the three clear ghosts are sacrificed.

Xiaojiu saw the wind on the side of this hand, and immediately showed the true body, fluttering toward the fairy.

Shaking the fairy did not hurry to raise the flute in his hand, blowing it in his mouth, immediately gave a high-pitched music, a glimpse of the aura visible to the naked eye, flying out of the hole of the flute, like a note, surrounded by By his side, it blocked the offensive of Xiaojiu.

With the tunes of her flute, this spiritual power consisting of notes is fast and slow in the air, and it is attacked rhythmically.

Shake the fairy to calm down, gently play the flute, the flute sounds beautiful, but in the ears of everyone, but the knife is generally sharp.

This kind of flute is similar to the Buddhist scriptures of Buddhism. It is vocal, and every note is a virtualized spell. It is a mysterious to indescribable spell.

Fortunately, these people are not weak, but they feel that the eardrum is shocked, and there is a slight feeling of stunned flesh. After the restraint, there is no effect. After going to the top of the mountain, I saw that the front has been beaten and stunned. And immediately rushed up.