Ye Wuqian slapped his hands, and Jinsheng shook his head and turned his eyes to Ye Wuqian. The last trace of struggle in his eyes disappeared, and then he became empty and sad. His tears could not stop flowing, and there was a strange smile on his mouth.
"Boo hoo, I'm guilty. I shouldn't live in this world. I can make atonement when I die, boo Hoo..."
Jin Sheng starts to struggle with his nonsense, and he is very strong. Like taking a big pill, he has blue veins on his forehead, and struggles to climb to the monster.
But even if he is to milk the strength to make up, is not ye Wuqian's opponent, is Ye Wuqian's dead pull.
"Let go of me, I'm going to forgive, I'm going to die..."
Jinsheng has tears in his eyes, but his face is fierce. He begins to scratch and scratch Ye Wuwei, and even opens his mouth to bite Ye Wumei.
If ye Wuwu didn't have the second mirror of the day after tomorrow's skill, he would refine the bone and marrow after refining the skin, and the skin would be as tough as the elephant skin, and he would be bitten by Jin Shengsheng.
"It's no use. He has been bewildered by rumors. Ordinary means can't work at all. You have to use something that is startling or the sound of waking up. Sour scholar uses your power of poetry, painting, bamboo and stone to control the monster. Don't let it continue to bewitch the public. And you come to ask for holy words. I'll try to separate the spirit of the monster from the resentment. "
Li Chengye said, reciting the Taoist Scriptures, its voice is cadence, there is a special charm, the voice panic, fall in the ears of people, the spirit is a shock.
"Zi Bu Yu: strange forces and disordered spirits..."
Zhao siliang held Jinsheng's head with both hands. His talent and eloquence were eloquent. He asked the Confucian sages for their holy words. The words of the sages have their own sacred skills. Their words are amazing and have all kinds of magical effects.
The words of sages have the effect of enlightening all living beings. It is said that the words of sages can enlighten dull people, but their hearts will be refined, and their words can even be used to kill evil spirits, which is incomparably powerful.
"Ah..."
Jin Sheng's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was extremely strange, half ferocious and half stupefied. In Zhao siliang's constant requests for holy words, he uttered a scream that was not like a human being could utter, and passed out in a coma.
"Hoo The monster's resentment was so deep that many holy words dispelled the rumors of the monster's bewilderment. Brother ye, I hope you can get into the scope covered by the poem and painting "bamboo and stone", and find the evil spirit of that monster.
Your skill is equal to ours. Your qi and blood are strong, your martial arts are strong, and you are the one who can resist the evil spirits and evil spirits. It is easy for those monsters not to come near you. We will try our best to dispel the strong resentment and fog, and then we will join you and exterminate the evil spirit. You don't have to worry about the safety of this guy and miss qu. I can't get rid of my talent and my armour will not be destroyed. "
Zhao siliang's eyes are full of dignified. In general, the rumors of demons bewitching the public. A few words of holy words can sober up the confused people. However, it took him more than a dozen holy words to dispel it, which is obviously extremely difficult.
"Brother Zhao, I'm waiting for your words. I'm suffocating."
Ye Wuwu takes a step forward and pinches his fists tightly, which can be regarded as a chance to show his fists and feet. It's really oppressive to look at him like this.
"All right, be careful. Don't be pissed off." Qu baiqiu grabs ye Wumian's corner of the garment, and her teeth bite her lips. She looks worried, but she has no way to speak. She can't help but let Ye Wuqian take risks.
Ye Wumian's heart moved and patted Bai Qiu's palm to give her a reassuring look and smile.
Her worried eyes always melt Ye Wuwei's heart. In the past, when he was injured, Qu baiqiu's worried and heartbroken eyes could make his heart pull together.
"Well, brother Ye is worthy of practicing martial arts. He is brave and fearless." Zhao siliang praised him and told him in a deep voice: "brother ye, when you are in the thick fog of resentment, you must remember to stick to your heart and try to stimulate your own blood power. Maybe you don't know now. In fact, this masculine Qi and blood is the strongest strength. "
After listening, ye Wuhuo nods and strides into the mist of resentment.
The road is difficult, and the cultivation of living beings is not easy. It is much more difficult than the characters who are the leaders of all spirits. After hundreds of years of painstaking cultivation, the monster has finally had a chance to gain enlightenment. However, the gold family has broken through the Tao and behavior. The prototype of the meeting shows the hatred and resentment in his heart.
This monster, the foundation of the road is damaged, the shell is decaying, but the spirit of resentment is not extinguished. Driven by the resentment in the heart, it has not been destroyed for a hundred years. The spirit of resentment has accumulated a deep resentment, which is more than ever before.
If it wasn't for killing people's lives and being severely damaged by the punishment of heaven, there would be no way to subdue them with Ye Wuwei.
Ye Wuqi stepped into the fog one step at a time. All he could see was that there was only a lot of frightening fog. The visibility was less than one meter. The fog was charming and looked down on.
"Brother ye, remember to keep your heart and not to confuse your mind with resentment. In addition, let me give you a hand, and you can follow my poetry, painting, bamboo and stone. "
Zhao siliang's voice is dignified.
Then, ye wubu's side suddenly formed pillars of different sizes and thicknesses. At the beginning, three or two pillars stood still. The bamboo was rooted in the stone mountain, and there was a light green light on his body to disperse the thick fog.By the way, one's life is two, two is three, and three is ten thousand. The dense fog in front of me actually grows into a bamboo forest, which rises and spreads with the mountain. The bamboo forest is entangled with fog, as if there is morning light through, shining on the light mist, and the sunlight halos into seven color light.
The wind blows, the bamboo leaves fall gently, the light and shadow, the wind and the column move, all lifelike, as if he is really in the bamboo forest.
"No, it's not true. Don't be confused." Ye Wuqi looked at the quiet scenery, the tension in his heart was dispelled by a little bit, even unconsciously relaxed.
There was a flash of light in his head, and he suddenly woke up. His heart was cold, and his forehead was sweating. If the spirit of the demon had been in trouble just now, he would have been unprepared and probably suffered losses.
However, fortunately, he listened to Zhao siliang's advice, and at the beginning, he used strong internal strength to stimulate the whole body's hard Yang Qi and blood, and protect himself, so there was no trouble.
He quickly raised his vigilance and turned in the bamboo forest.
"Why? No, if Zhao siliang wants to help me, he will never tell me that the bamboo and stone poems and paintings are so extensive. This is not helping me at all, but obstructing me. Something's wrong. It's definitely not Zhao siliang's method. I should have been hit by the magic arts and evil words of the monster complaining about the spirit. "
After a while, ye Wuliang realized that the power of Zhao siliang's poems and paintings in bamboo and stone was to help him determine his direction and protect him, but he would not spread such a large piece.
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