~： 3364 Wu Ling Xin female 2

Looking at the side of Yuan Xi, he immediately understood what was going on, and the speculation that had been suspected in his heart was completely settled. Sure enough, just listen to Xiaohui and ask: "What is your name?"

"Ye Xiaomu."

"Ye Xiaomu... You are Ye Xiaomu." Xiaohui Hui changed his calmness, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone. He looked up and down.

Ye Xiaomu couldn’t touch his head, scratched his head, and stood there with some embarrassment. He asked: “Is it difficult for seniors to know me?”

"Oh. Admit it wrong." Xiaohui Hui calmed down and shook his head. His eyes reluctantly moved away from his face and looked around. "We think about how to get in."

Yuan Xi erected a statue from the gravel on the ground - one of the small statues of the past, that is, these figurines finally together became the huge guy - look to Xiaohui, ask her statue is What comes to the head.

Yan Xiaohui stared for a while and muttered: "This is the ancient **** of war... punishment."

Penalty! !

All the people who heard these words in the room had a strong shock inside. The name of the sentence, the name is not a mage, and the ordinary people in China have little to know.

But for the Master, the meaning of the name Penalty is not the same. In the Battle of the Ancients, Xuanyuan God and Chiyou and Yandi battled each other. The penalty day was the first battle of Emperor Yandi. After the defeat of Yandi and Chiyou, they continued to fight. They held a giant axe and Xuanyuan God singled out. Later, they were headed by Xuanyuanjian. Then, with that sly as the eye, with the navel as the mouth, continue to fight...

This myth is widely spread among humans, but for the magic world, the story may be fictitious, but it is very likely that the person of the criminal day has existed because the age is too long, and the contemporary mage records it on the classics. Those ancient figures and deeds are not very convinced, but in recent decades, some familiar names on the classics have appeared in reality, so that everyone has to believe.

Ye Xiaomu suddenly thought that in the myth, Chiyou and Puntian are the leaders of Miaojiang, and the blood witches are also Miaojiang witchcraft. Is there a tradition of conviction?

Ye Xiaomu really raised this issue with Xiaohui.

Yan Xiaohui glanced at him and said: "Speaking, you are the **** of our Miaojiang, the punishment of the heavens... is a evil spirit. Although we always respect him and fear him, he is not our true god, the blood witch family... I heard that there is this tradition."

Xiaohui is also puzzled.

Ye Chen asked: "I would like to ask the saints about the fate of the criminal day. Does your family know what the details are? In our classics, we only say that the punishment of God and the Xuanyuan God, the strength of the two is equal, and later there is no more."

Yan Xiaohui said: "The rumor is not credible. In our family's record, the criminal day is not dead, because he has the power of the military, and he is arrogant by force. It is for the **** of war. Even if he is cut off his head, he is still immortal, but he is not. After the head, the body did not work well. It was called by the Xuanyuan God to use the gods to seal it in the mountains. The head was buried in another mountain far away from the hundred miles, and the head could not see each other. Sleeping."

When she said that she took the statue in her hand and looked at it, she said with some concern: "I don't know how these scums will be worshipped."

Ye Xiaomu suddenly remembered the mysterious monster he had previously perceived in "sleeping dreams". His heart was suddenly shocked. The monster... wouldn’t it be a punishment day?

He turned his head and looked at Su Yan. He found that Su Yan was also looking at himself. Through the eyes of the other party, the two determined that the other party was thinking about the same thing.

Su flue: "It shouldn't be. If the punishment is resurrected, we will have died."

He Xiaohui heard and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Ye Xiaomu said what he had seen in his previous dreams. At this time, Wang Xiaobao said with a brain: "If it is a punishment, will he be looking for someone, but looking for his own head?"

A word makes everyone stunned.

Xiaohui Hui replied: "Nonsense, and don't say that sleeping in the sky is just the ancient legend of Miaojiang. Even if it is true, how many years have you slept, how suddenly you wake up now, take another step, if he really wakes up and breaks through Sealing, trying to kill us, is like killing a group of ants, why bother!" Wang Xiaobao shrugged: "I will just say it."

Xiaohui noticed him and frowned. "What is your name?"

Wang Xiaobao bowed his body and smiled. "Auntie, I am a four-treasure. I often listen to him and I have finally seen it. My name is Wang Qitian, Xiaoming Xiaobao."

Most of the mage who was on the side of the scene did not know the origin of Wang Xiaobao. He listened to his self-introduction and was shocked to say nothing. The name of Sibao Zen Master is unknown in the magical world, which represents a legend.

Even if many people are dissatisfied, they think that the original ghost-hunting alliance is just a good time, but the earth-shattering events they have done have to be convinced.

Of course, there are also a lot of jealousy and even venomful eyes in the crowd.

"The son of Sibao..." Xiaohui’s face showed a sly smile. "I said who is so arrogant, your boy is so big."

Wang Xiaobao smiled.

Xiaohui asked the current situation of the four treasures, said a few words, and began to look at the head statue of the criminal day. After a long while, she asked everyone for their opinions. They thought that they should let go of these speculations first, and then enter the hole and say that as long as they grasp the leader of the blood witch, things can be completely revealed.

She took her head, and everyone followed them, and went down the hole together. Of course, some people were left to guard the ground.

The disciples of the Great Wuxian family held the torch in front of them, and Xiaohui walked around the crowd and talked about their investigation and understanding of this group of blood witches. According to her recent investigation, these blood witches are the embers of the year - the origins are unknown. After all, these people are not as light as mice. No one knows their details. They are numerous, but many of them are junior disciples. They are scattered throughout Miao Village, even in the city. While practicing, they are the masters of witchcraft. The materials used.

Those who can really cultivate in the altar are their elite leaders. According to their usual habits, there are dozens of these people. The cultivators are all taboo spells in black witchcraft. The strength of these blood witches cannot be used. According to the conventional standards of the magical world, some very evil black witchcraft, even the strongest in the realm of the immortals, is also invincible.

"The saint, according to this, we are so many people who go in, isn't it their opponent?" Yuan Xi asked with concern.

An elder on the side took the remark and said: "The saints are talking about their strengths, but all wizards have a common weakness, that is, there are not many means of closeness. Once they can get close to them, they will move and persecute. They don't have time to cast witchcraft, it's much easier to take them."