Chapter 147 Magical Variation

These three men, two men and one woman are Mu Yumei of the Thousand Evil Sect, the Red Tiger of the Fire Spirit Gate in the South China Sea, and the Dark Night Eagle, one of the Eight Monsters in the Lake and Sea.

The three of them were wary of each other, standing on their own side, and their eyes wandered back and forth between the shadow and the ancestral hall.

"Who are you?" Cold, Mu Yumei was the first to ask.

The shadow smiled and said, "There is no need to tell you who I am.

But you returned here. It seems that you didn't get that thing the night before.

Mu Yumei did not hide it and said indifferently, "The whereabouts of that thing is unknown, otherwise I would have come here again."

The shadow took a look at the child in the ancestral hall and found that the light on his body had disappeared at this moment. He was slowly getting up and glared at everyone.

In response, the shadow moved his heart and said with a smile, "You have killed everyone in the whole village, haven't you found what you want?" Mu Yumei looked gloomy and hummed, "Don't talk nonsense about things you don't know. Those people have nothing to do with me."

The shadow laughed and said, "Do you think I will believe this?" Mu Yumei said angrily, "Believe it or not, those people were killed by Nighthawk and Aoyue Villa. I'm not so inhumane."

The shadow monster shouted, turned his eyes to the night eagle, and pretended to be surprised and said, "It turned out to be the dark night of the famous Aoyue Villa and one of the eight monsters in the lake and sea. It's really disrespectful."

With a faint smile, the night eagle said, "I have killed countless people in my life, and I can still bear this debt.

Look at your ghost, are you from the ghost valley or from the ghost castle? The shadow was a little surprised and said with a dry smile, "It's up to you how you like. I'm me, and I'm not going to tell you.

Now.

There is another remnant here, but there are three of you. It seems that there is a good show.

Nighthawk snorted coldly, "There are not only three people, but also a wild ghost."

When the two sides were fighting, the red tiger looked at the child with disdain and said proudly, "Little boy, tell me your name, but you know the person of the Aoyue Villa the night before yesterday.

Where did you hide your belongings? Looking at the crowd, the child said with hatred, "I am a person who left the village. From this moment on, I will survive for hatred. You can call me to hate.

That night, I will not let you go of anyone who enters the village.

I'm going to let you break up ten thousand pieces and try it back a hundred times!" With cold eyes, the red tiger said contemptuously, "It's just you, it's simply a dream."

After saying that, he waved his right hand.

A red light flew like a sword, just hitting the child's left arm, wearing a blood hole on the spot and lighting his clothes.

With a scream, the child's lips were closed, and his trembling teeth kept ringing.

There is a terrible hatred in his eyes.

The red tiger was a little shocked and immediately stopped killing.

The right hand volleyed into the front five fingers, emitting an invisible force.

Prepare to die of hatred.

Seeing this, Mu Yumei snorted coldly, waved the sleeve of her right hand, and a cold light rolled out wildly, shattering the strength of the red tiger.

"If you want to kill someone, you have to ask this messenger first."

Chihu said angrily, "Get out of here, what are you? How dare you block the young master's driving."

While talking, the red flashed.

Directly shoot away from hatred.

Mu Yumei shouted.

Regardless of retorting, he quickly rushed to the hatred.

At the same time.

The Nighthawk also noticed the situation of the two people and silently launched a fight to rob people.

In the blink of an eye, the three appeared beside Li Hei together. Chi Hu grabbed his left arm, Mu Yumei grabbed Li Hei's right arm, and Ye Ying clasped the top of Li Hei's head with five fingers. None of the three of them refused to let go and fell into a deadlock for a moment.

In danger, he is extremely hateful. Although he got twelve statues to transmit some aura, it is far from enough to compare with these people.

Therefore, although he is not afraid of life and death, he can't struggle to get rid of the limit of three people.

The night eagle looked at Mu Yumei and the red tiger coldly and said harshly, "Let go, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

Chihu said indifferently, "It's not that easy if you want to swallow it alone."

Mu Yumei said, "No one else can think of what I can't get."

After saying that, the cold air was released all over his body, and the powerful and terrible ice soul Zhenyuan entered his body along the right arm of hatred.

Seeing this, the red tiger was naturally unwilling to show weakness. The red flame formula of the fire gate in the South China Sea rushed out and poured into the body of hatred.

Nighthawk was a little angry and said angrily, "Damn it, it's not so easy to destroy what I got.

After saying that, the palm of his hand was shining brightly, and the "Xuanyue soft heart secret" that had been cultivated for hundreds of years was poured into the top of his hatred, and began to compete with Mu Yumei and the red tiger for the body of hatred.

The cultivation of the three people can be said to be a first-class master in the world of cultivation. They compete with each other for a child, and it is embarrassing to say it.

But all three of them are insidious people. They do whatever they can to achieve their goals, and they don't care about false fame at all.

In this way, you will suffer from hatred.

Under the infusion of the three masters, his whole body screamed, sometimes red as fire, sometimes cold as ice, sometimes blue light emerges, and sometimes the three lights gather together.

Outside the ancestral hall, when the shadow saw this scene, he couldn't help cursing: "A group of fools, if you rob like this, you will only force the only one alive to death in the end."

Each monk has his own nature.

Although the three people in the mainland of the ancestral hall heard the sound of the shadow, at this moment, they don't care about their hatred for the sake of face. Anyway, if they can't get it, others can't go.

With this kind of mood, none of the three of them would stop.

At this time, the scream of hatred has gradually faded, and the body is rapidly expanding and getting bigger, walking towards death step by step.

This scene lasted for a moment, and the thin body of hatred was doubled, and it was about to face the possibility of explosion.

At this time, the twelve statues in the ancestral hall glowed again, acting on the hatred, trying to suppress the swelling power in his body.

But how can the joint power of the three masters of Nighthawk, Red Tiger and Mu Yumei be easily suppressed? In this way, the stalemate began. The power of the three people and the spiritual power of the twelve statues took the body of hatred as the battlefield, and launched a war between the village and outsiders.

As the twelve ancestors who left the village 200 years ago, they did not have any magical power.

But in order to thank them, the teenager injected a sense of aura into their statues, which had the power to feel the people who left the village.

Therefore, when they were attacked by the shadow before leaving hatred, these twelve statues repulsed them together.

It's just that the shadow has a ghost, which is the innate evil spirit, and the twelve statues can clearly sense its malice.

The three night eagles belong to human beings and have an essential difference, so when they first attacked the hatred, the twelve statues did not feel it.

Time, pass slowly.

The hatred is moistened by the aura of the statue, and the body has a slight turnaround.

Before that, under the strong role of the three Zhenyuan, he soon lost consciousness and stepped into a desperate situation.

There is a little strangeness, that is something that is not clear from hatred.

According to reason, it is extremely simple to break his body with the strength of three people, which can be completed in the blink of an eye.

But why did they stalemate with each other for so long that his body was not broken until the twelve statues emitted inspiration? The main reason for this is the night eagle.

As one of the eight monsters in the lake and sea, although his cultivation is not one of the best in the world, the "Xuanyue soft heart secret" he practiced is a very unique secret.

The biggest effect of this trick lies not in attack, but in defense.

Moreover, because the night eagle has been perched by the lake and sea for a long time, the practiced formula contains the soft power of the soft water. When encountering the ice soul formula and the red flame formula, which are incompatible with water and fire, it just plays a buffer role, and unknowingly combines the power of the two.

As the hateful body of the main battlefield, under the mutual constraints of the three forces, he expanded rapidly while slowly absorbing the strange power of the three into one.

Because the speed of absorption is far less than that of expansion, his body shows a tendency to explode.

Now, with the aura of the twelve statues added to it, the strength of the hatred itself has intensified, which slows down the expansion, absorbs and increases, and a faint change is being completed in his body.

As the three people competing, they did not know that this miracle would happen when they merged with each other's formulas.

They just continue to increase the strength of Zhenyuan, with the idea of destruction, turn the heart of grabbing into the idea of destruction, and want to destroy the hatred as soon as possible in order to get rid of this dilemma.

With the surge of the power of the three people, the aura of the twelve statues in the ancestral hall seems to be a little powerless.

After a moment of stalemate, the two sides finally only heard a loud noise, and all the twelve statues were broken.

At that time, there was a heartbreaking scream in the mouth of hatred, with an obsession of hatred and injustice, which echoed in the sky over the village and did not disperse for a long time.

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