Chapter 92： This seat will go to Choi Die Town again.

When this statement came out, it was full of surprises.

In particular, the disciples of Bitan Village are like thunder and look very different!

Need to know in the realm of comprehension, the three-way warlock's death spell, the second-rate warlock's enlightenment spell, the first-class warlock transformation spell.

But there is another kind of person who is not in contact with this second and third stream. The kind of people are often out of reach. They don’t need to memorize, they have already realized, they are not satisfied with the transformation, but they have mastered the last step:

Create a living.

They are either good at refining the unique elixir, or growing up to make a peerless armor, or able to draw a map of the ancient curse of the ancients.

These masters, for the minors of Xianmen, are often the ones that live on the scrolls, or one of the coats of arms on the treasure. The young disciples of Bitanzhuang thought about the people who did not know that they wanted to arrest the Tianyin Pavilion for sin.

Li Wuxin’s forehead has been covered with cold sweat, but as a master of the village, the hard support will continue. He barely squeezed a smile, and the face of the husk-like sallow was a shine.

"I didn't expect it to be so clever. This Wan Tao's return to the waves was actually created by the master. The old man is really...hehe, it is a misunderstanding of the master of Chu. However, when the town of Caidie and Luo Sui smashed the soul, the old man got another Something, this thing, I don’t know if it has anything to do with Chu Zongshi."

Chu night Ning frowned: "What?"

Li Wuxin waved his hand, and "True Smart" immediately took a box.

"It's a weapon."

Chu night Ning did not speak, looked at the box, after a while, suddenly said: "Is it a willow?"

"!!"

This time, I don’t even say that other people have even opened their eyes and are unbelievable.

Li Wuxi trembled: "How do you, how do you know - is it really you, no... what the **** is going on here?"

A golden light shines in the palm of the night, and the inch is spread, coiled on the ground, and as the light softens, a piece of wicker with branches and leaves is in front of everyone.

Chu nightning is not shocking. He has already made sure that the scene of Choi Die Town is inevitably the same as that of "Jincheng Lake" and "Peach Blossom Spring". It is said by one person: "Li Zhuangzhu, in the box, is this weapon. Wrong?"

"Positive, exactly." Li Wuxin was almost dumb.

The box was opened, and it turned out to be a bunch of identical veins.

Chu night Ning narrowed his eyes.

At the time of the peach blossoms, the "devil" that killed the feathers and planted the ink burned him, and it seemed to be true.

"Li Zhuang, this willow, can you let me see?"

Li Wuxin thought for a moment, wondering if the situation is not good today, or not to offend the late night, so he said: "Chu Zongshi is polite, I was here to ask a situation, you are willing to look carefully, the old man is too happy to come. And how can there be a stop?"

Next to the Chang Gongzi, I was not happy. He spared no expense to ask Bitan Zhuang to support himself and find a place. Seeing that the situation is not good, this old thing is the rhythm of going to the reverse?

Li Xiaoxin repeatedly glared at him and glared at him.

Where is Li Wuxin still willing to take care of it, but it is clearly seen by the side of the ink, and the fun is said: "Changgongzi, are you uncomfortable eyes? What are you squeezing?"

Over there, Chu Yuning took the willow in the brocade box and looked at it carefully.

Sure enough, Liu Teng and the "Heavenly Question" and "Hell" are the same in appearance, but the breath is very weak. Unlike the confession of the master, it is obviously a "dead."

"Extreme heart willow..."

Xue Meng pointed the ear, heard these three words, a glimpse: "What?"

"This willow branch, as well as the section that killed the feathers in Taohuayuan, was all folded from the top of the heart."

"Ah!" the teacher screamed. "Is this the case?"

"At the beginning of Jincheng Lake, before the death of the old dragon, a certain spell of the fake hook Chen needs to be maintained with a strong wooden spirit. Presumably, before the destruction of Jincheng Lake, he left a few sections of the willow. After the wood fell, although the spirit The force is weakened, but it can also last for a while."

Chu nighting's slender fingers stroking the golden leaves.

"And if this spiritual power is exhausted, he will not waste it. If he can frame it, he will use it to frame it. If he can give it to his men, he will use it as a weapon."

He said, suddenly a fire came from the fire, and the willow that looked like "Tian Wen" was spotted, and the flame immediately burned up, and it was reflected in the eyes of everyone or in fear or stunned eyes.

"This thing is not my weapon." Chu nighting burned a little branch, and annihilated the fire, throwing Liuteng, faintly said, "Heaven is full of spiritual power, not to say ordinary curse, even if it is Sancha is really a fire, and he can't burn him."

Li Wuxin opened his mouth and closed it. After a while, he was unwilling and reopened.

"The peach blossoms, the old man also heard a little, I heard that the dead son of Mo Gongzi accidentally killed Yumin Xianjun..."

"Hey, I haven't killed it." The ink burned again and again.

Xue Zhengxuan’s face is not pleasing, and his attitude is even more determined: “I have explained this matter to the public, not what I did. Li Zhuangzhu, if you mention it again, I’m welcome you.”

When I saw him like this, I didn’t know what touched my heart, and suddenly I saw a thing that seemed to have something deep in my eyes. He murmured: "Uncle..."

Chu night Ningdao: "Peach flower source, the original conspiracy misunderstood. But at that time, I could not argue for my disciples. But today, everyone came to the door to ask for it. I am willing to tell the story to Bitan. Zhuang Zhujun."

The light shadows, Chu nightning will be Jin Chengchi, Taohuayuan's things are deleted and simply said again. When he finished speaking, the disciples of Bitanzhuang were already stunned. Li Wuxin was sweaty and heavy, and he was awkward. He said: "The meaning of Chu Zongshi is that there is one person in the world who has almost mastered the three majors. One of the banned 'Zhuo chess games'?"

"Not bad."

"How is this possible! That is forbidden! Even the Confucianism Gate of the world’s largest school, their heads are impossible to get a forbidden scroll-"

Chu night Ningdao: "I am not imaginary in this sentence, but believe and not believe, by the princes themselves."

"Impossible." Li Wuxin's face was white, shaking his lips and laughing. It seems that as long as this is a joke, he can convince himself. "If someone can really master the game, the world is not going to mess, up and down. Do not rewrite everything in the world of revision!"

As a predecessor of the Emperor, the ink burned a little unhappy: "The guy is just a ‘will,' and it’s not a 'proficient.' If he is really proficient, can this world still be so peaceful?”

Li Wuxin had to shake and wait for something to say. Suddenly a sword flashed through the doorway. A disciple of Bitaozhuang, who was covered in blood, rolled off the sword. Wow spit a big mouthful of scarlet, then lifted it up. The face of the tears shouted to Li Wuxin: "Zhuangzhu, it’s not good, it’s not good. Your enchantment above the town of Choi Die is broken! The fierce spirits are pouring out, the brothers and sisters are building with the flesh and blood, temporarily I was able to keep the ghosts from fleeing in the town, but... I have 30 brothers and sisters in Bitao Village who have all died. I will survive and come to report..."

He gasped a few breaths and suddenly lost his voice.

"Zhuangzhu! Quickly quoted all the martial art in the revision circle! All the dead people in the town were controlled, it was forbidden, it was forbidden!"

"what!!"

Li Wuxin slammed back and slammed into the wallpost. The whole person was as pale and dry as the body that had just been poured out of the coffin.

"Let's not hold on to us..." The disciples' faces were smothered with tears and bloody, "the owner!"

Suddenly saw Xue Zhengyi, and Xue Zhengqi again and again.

"Xue Zhangmen, please go with you! My brothers... I... can't live..." He said incoherently for a while, then suddenly closed his eyes and looked up.

"They are all...all dead!!"

The hall was dead for a moment, and suddenly it was awkward.

Xue Zhengyi was in danger. Immediately, Mrs. Wang went to the letter to inform the remaining eight sects of the Shang Dynasty, and asked Xue Meng to gather the elders.

"Chu night?"

"There is no time to delay, I will go first."

"But you can't be a sword..."

I didn’t wait for Chu’s reply, and the ink burned over. He really wanted to know the guy who “mastered” the chess game.

"The uncle doesn't have to worry, I control the sword and the master."

Chu night Ning looked at him, did not speak, it is acquiescence.

When the two of them came out of the hall, the teacher squinted in the spot for a while, and suddenly returned to Shinto: "I, I also..."

But they ran out of the Wushan Temple, and they were already far away from the sword. It happened that Xue Zhengyi called him back at this time. Don't run alone. The teacher had to return to find Xue Meng, waiting for Xue Meng to go with them.

Looking at that Bitanzhuang, Li Wuxin’s pampering has been good for a long time. He once had such a big event, but the old man had to face his face and took a sigh of relief. He immediately told people to take care of the messenger and the other elders of the school. At the point, I am going to go to the town of Caidie to do a great job and save the majesty.

A group of people walked out of the dead, such as a hundred miles of meteors, flying to the town of Choi Die. Li Wuxin stood in the head of the sword and walked in the clouds. He couldn’t help but use his left eye to quietly look at the disciples of the first big school in the next round.

He couldn't expect it. He would fight one day and fight with him. It would be a complicated time with the "Uhwa people" that he couldn't miss.

However, the swords are thousands of miles away, only in the blink of an eye, the current party is breaking through the clouds, and a blood red evil light is flying in the sky. Li Wuxin will no longer have to worry about what is going on in the Xiujie world.

In the sky, a red light array with the size of the whole color butterfly town is constantly shining. The giant array is divided into neat checkerboard grids by the light beam. On the chessboard, the shadows of the dead townspeople are like woodcarving clay sculptures. Five hundred families, thousands of residents, looking over the past with a lush human jungle.

Li Wuxin lost his voice: "This, this is really... Jane Chess!"

Xue Zhengxuan's face is also extremely ugly. He said to Li: "Li Zhuangzhu, I am taking people to the southeast, and I am bothering you to go to the northwest. The other eight sects have not yet come. The butterfly town has to rely on us first. A while."

Li Wuxin also really did not care about this "we" and he nodded. "Good, good."

Xue Zhengyi shook his fists toward him, and the sword fell. The people descended from the sky and fell to the southeast of Choi Ting Town. The protective enchantment of the disciples of Bitan Zhuang Township with flesh and blood was at stake at this time. Weak, through the translucent enchantment barrier, you can see the riots inside.

"Chu night Ning!"

Seeing a man in white flying and a blue-silky young man standing in front, Xue Zhengyi shouted: "What? This enchantment can't make up?"

Chu nightning has been coming for a long time, the world's first enchantment master is here, but this array is still a state of damage, so Xue Zhengzhen is completely puzzled.

Unexpectedly, Chu Xiening ignored him, Xue Zhengyi was about to call again, but the ink burned and turned back, and he gestured toward him.

"Hey, my uncle doesn't say anything. Come over."

Xue Zhengyi passed: "How do you say?"

"Don't disturb him."

Ink burning refers to the late night of Chu.

I saw that although he stood, he did close his eyes, his lips were pale, and there was no blood.

Xue Zhengyi was shocked. He took his finger and explored his neck. He said: "Divorce?"

"Yes, there are ghosts inside, a few thousand, but I don't see Luo Fibre, it should be in the innermost. Things have not been ascertained. He doesn't know what the people behind him want to do this time, so he wants to go to Luo in person. Fibre interrogation."

"It’s all ghosts, what are you asking!” Xue Zheng’s slap in the thigh, “Strengthen the enchantment!”

"Never!" The ink burned out loudly. "The teacher respected the soul and separated the soul for a while, and entered it because it was all dead, so that it would not be a stunned snake. If it is reinforced at this time, it will kill the murderer. Respect!"

"What?!" Xue Zhengyi was busy, "Hey, you are here, I am going to talk to Li Wuxin!"

The ink ignited nodded and said: "If the teacher respects the soul, I will immediately ignite in the air with the blue spell. By then, the northeast and the north will be sealed together. But if I don't ignite, my uncle will not let them mend. Enchantment, otherwise the ghosts are swallowed up, and the Master is only a soul in it, and there is no possibility of self-protection."

"I know I know!" Xue Zhengyi's voice has not yet fallen, and people are plucking out.

The ink burns up the eyelids and looks at the enchantment that will collapse.

"The time is almost up, Master, you should also find Luo Fibre."

He turned his face and naturally held the hand of Chu Xiaoning's cold because of his worries, but he did not notice it. He stared at Chu Yuning and whispered.

"Soon……"

At this time, Shi Yi and Xue Meng and others descended around and stood in the crowd. Whoever expected to look up, they saw the two hands clasped before the enchantment. He was stunned first, and then his face gradually paled, then he clenched his lips and slowly twisted his head.

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