Chapter 5534

"No wonder ox nose wants your blood so much. Your blood is really good. I want to let you have some blood."

Zhao siliang said that, regardless of whether ye Wuqian was depressed or not, with a stroke of pen in his hand, he wrote a poem without clothes in cursive script. Qinfeng · Wuyi is one of the poems in the book of songs, which is one of the few scholar poems that Zhao siliang can use.

There are many Confucian poems, but most of them can't be used as war poems. In fact, only a small part of them can be used as war poems.

"No clothes? He is in the same robe with his son. Wang Yu Xingshi, repair my spear. Revenge with your son! No clothes? The same as the son. Wang Yu started his division and repaired my spear halberd. And I will work together with you... "

Zhao Sicheng read the poem as he wrote it. As he finished writing, a strange force came out of the paper.

Ye Wuqi felt warm and found himself covered with a layer of translucent armor. Yes, it was armor. The style of the armor was simple, like the armor worn by soldiers in the ancient costume film. It had a sense of simplicity and solidity.

Zhao Sicheng then spread out a piece of Xuan paper, writing a song of the Tang Dynasty Meng Jiao, "after becoming a civil servant": in the past, it was dirty but not boastful, and today's wanton thinking is boundless. Happy, horseshoe disease, a day to see all Chang'an flowers.

The paper burned to pieces again, and ye felt that his own pace was much lighter, which seemed to be the power of fast verse.

This poem describes Meng Jiao's lighthearted mood after Zhongju. One day after seeing Chang'an flowers and turning them into war poems, he can increase his own speed.

Li Chengye was not vague. He took out a handful of yellow paper runes, and each person distributed two: "these are the golden light Rune and the light weight rune, which can protect and improve the speed of the weapon. If the monster is powerful, I will no longer waste my own magic power, and I will keep it to deal with the monster. Fortunately, the power of this talisman can be superimposed with the power of the acid scholar's war poems. "

After each of them is ready, Li Chengye pinches two hands and uses Daoism to condense a butterfly, which is dancing.

"Fortunately, there seems to be something wrong with this monster. It doesn't even run away, which saves us a lot of trouble. We can find the demon by following the demon butterfly."

Li Chengye said, in front of the body to find the demon butterfly cave wings fly toward the Jinsheng family mansion. The speed of finding the demon butterfly is very fast. Ye Wuwei simply puts Jinsheng in his arm and pulls Qu baiqiu to keep up with the two people in front.

At the moment, he has the strength to carry an adult. It's easy.

I don't know when, Li Chengye's clothes were changed into a soap colored eight trigrams hydrated Dao suit. He had a jujube sword in his right hand and a Dao index in his left hand, not to mention the appearance of a fairyland.

Peach wood guest corpse, pear wood guest spirit, jujube wood guest demon, so we need to use jujube wood sword.

On the other side, Zhao Sicheng is wearing the same kind of clothes. He holds the rabbit hair pen in his right hand. There is a piece of rice paper lying on the ground three feet in front of him. He is ready to write war poems and inspire his talent and power.

He is already a scholar, but with his own talent, he can carry paper in the void within three feet of his body. He doesn't have to worry about not having a table to write war poems.

Looking for the demon butterfly with the people to the third floor of an attic, the loft light is a little dim, usually also no living, similar to the existence of a storage room, messy things on the ground.

Li Chengye looked at the stagnant demon butterfly, took a deep breath, and suddenly drank: "evil, don't show up quickly..."

While Li Chengye was chanting words, he read out a scripture to drive away demons and subdue demons, and at the same time, he motioned for the people to start.

"Ow --"

a scream of animals came out. A moment later, a very old jar was seen with rolling smoke. The smoke spread, accompanied by a cold and terrible breath.

"Be careful, everyone. This is the resentment of this monster. Don't be contaminated. Otherwise, you will be confused. If you don't distinguish between the enemy and yourself, you will become the puppet of this monster, and you will attack your own people."

Li Chengye roars, pinches a few hands, and pushes one hand. It seems soft and powerless, but in fact it has the effect of expelling clouds and gales. The palm wind rolls up layers of smoke, making it impossible to approach and escape.

People can clearly see that there is a big palm print on the edge of the thick fog, which will contain the thick fog and cover it like the top of Mount Tai.

"Roar..."

The monster roared again, and a blood red eye was condensed in the smoke. What kind of eyes was that? The blood was ferocious. There was resentment that could pierce into human bone marrow and heart, which made people feel hair and shiver.

At the same time, the voice of weeping, disturbing people's mind, a little weak willed people, it is easy to be affected by this faint cry, sad voice, unknowingly emotional will be close to the monster.

Jinsheng was the first to collapse. Even though there were several protective measures and ye Wuwu was protected by his blood, he could not stop the sound of crying.

His eyes were full of bewilderment, staring at the pair of blood eyes in the thick fog. His expression changed from struggling and hating at the beginning to bewilderment and sympathy, as well as some hatred.

It's obvious that when you are worried about the other generation's distress, you will feel sorry for yourself.It is an indisputable fact that the ancestors of the Jin family had hindered this monster from gaining the Tao, and one sentence abolished its hundred years of Taoism.

"Wuwu, my ancestors shouldn't stop you from getting your way. I shouldn't have ruined your hundred years of Taoism. I regret. I apologize to you. If you hate, you can kill me. I'm willing to use my life to calm your anger and resentment..."

After a few seconds, Jinsheng began to cry bitterly. When he cried, he felt sad, such as the funeral examination.

"No," he said. "He was devastated by the evil spirit's words. He was sad and hurt his spleen. Even if the monster didn't do anything, he would be healed by his own grief, and he would even die."

Li Chengye's face changed greatly. This monster is much more difficult than he imagined. There is no magic art to use. He can kill people with resentment and evil intention. He can kill people without blood. He only needs to bewilder his heart with a demon.

All the people present were practitioners. They were either full of life and blood, high spirited, talented, protected by holy words, or possessed of magic and energy. They were naturally not afraid of this bewildering fable in a short time.

But Jinsheng was different. He was tortured by this monster since he was a child. He was terrified. There was a kind of instinctive panic in his heart. When he saw the fog of resentment, his mind was shaking and his spirit was shaken. It's no surprise that he was struck by "evil words to confuse people.".

"Jinsheng? Wake up, wake up for me. What are you talking about? "

Ye Wuque was nearest to him, and he picked up Jinsheng's collar and lifted it up. It was impolite that two ear scrapers beckoned him up. His strength is heavy, but it's a coincidence that he won't really hurt Jinsheng. Ordinary people will definitely be blinded by this slap, or faint.

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