Chapter 90 White Hair and Big Hands

Chapter 90 White Hairy Big Hand (Part 1)

"Gun back my things." The long stick in the madman's hand roared down, rubbing the roar of the air, as if the two dragons were roaring at each other, faintly atomized, as if it had been ignited by rapid friction, burning out a red dragon. Before the stick came down, the sound shocked the long dragon first.

The fierceness of the long dragon rushed straight to Zhou Yisheng's face. The temperature was very high. Even if it was far away, it had burned his hair. Zhou Yisheng did not dare to delay. He tried his best to dodge the rainbow-like strength. Even if it was at the beginning of the list, the strong momentum was like a big lock, completely Locked his body, he couldn't break free, or even work hard.

"Ah...senior, what are you doing! I didn't take your things at all. Zhou Yisheng shouted, roared out the sultry in his chest and lungs, broke his momentum, and immediately sat on the grave.

The stick stopped in front of his forehead at all. I'm afraid that the huge power transmitted in it could instantly open Zhou Yisheng's head. The two dragon sticks gently touched Zhou Yisheng's forehead. The madman sat on the mound with the stick, casually took a cucumber and ate it. The juice foam flew and swallowed it. .

threw the nuclear paste out, and the madman said, "You almost lied to me, but do you think you can really deceive God? Or you are too confident." He didn't look crazy at all and spoke clearly, but he didn't know why the big egg and Wang Jingzhu would say that this man was crazy.

The madman stood up and wiped the wooden stick into the mound. The wooden stick went into the ground and quickly disappeared. He stretched out, pulled Zhou Yisheng and jumped out. Zhou Yisheng suddenly felt that he had become light. The wind sounded in his ear, and the scenery kept regressing, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Zhou Yisheng felt that the oncoming wind was about to suffocate him. The feeling of suffocation was very helpless, as if he was too lonely to die alone in the dark.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Yisheng did not suffocate and forget. Suddenly, he stopped, and a large amount of air was inhaled into his lungs, and the coldness almost choked him to cough out of his lungs.

Bum! Zhou Yisheng had a close contact with the land. Fortunately, he didn't fall to the ground first. It took him to recover for a long time. He stood up and was dizzy and couldn't find the north, west. This is a dense cemetery, which is different from the previous life and makes people feel horrible, but now it is dark, with only shadowy protuberances, and countless melodatory cries in the distance, talking about the desolation of this place.

The madman turned around and smiled at Zhou Yisheng and said, "You robbed me of my things, and now you are suffering well." He seemed to be talking to another person, waiting for Zhou Yisheng to have no reaction at all. He pushed him on Zhou Yisheng's back. Zhou Yisheng could only feel that he was flying into the clouds again and quickly fell into the center of the grave. The madman stepped out and disappeared into the depths of this forest cemetery.

I don't know what the suffering in the madman's mouth is. There is no light here, and the darkness is enough to erode people's hearts, not to mention the grave forest, with a strange baby-like crying. Zhou Yisheng has an extremely firm memory of how capable he is to determine how brave he is, but the fear of the unknown still makes his heart sway. This has nothing to do with faith, but a natural awe of the unknown, a cool breeze blowing, bone-piercing cold, can't help but fight.

Zhou Yisheng is very familiar with this wind, that is, he recovered the gas absorbed by the gas when he just woke up, but he didn't know what it was. It was so cool that it went straight to the bone, but he had to admit that it was very good to use and had not been found any harm.

Walking in the grave forest, there are no plants, no creatures, nothing that seems to have, not even a ghost fire. Although Zhou Yisheng does not have much affection for the madman, he believes that what he said will make him suffer, so although there is nothing along the way, he is still very cautious.

Goo! Goo! Abrupt cries cut through the quiet night sky, like a sudden dagger, piercing Zhou Yisheng's chest, which made him pale at this moment.

A black bird with a sharp mouth and a face that was almost rotten suddenly rushed out of the grave. It was surprisingly fast. The black bird wrapped around the corpse gas, which was even more horrible and smelled the rotten smell before it. Zhou Yisheng immediately dodged. The stone blade that had been pinched in his hand was drawn out and just wiped the black bird's stomach. The black bird was opened and broken, but did not die, but turned into a thick corpse gas, quickly wrapped around Zhou Yisheng.

Zhou Yisheng's hand with the stone blade was stained with a little black gas. The stone blade was corroded and turned into flying ash. His hand quickly turned black and purple and swollen. His hand withdrew and quickly retreated, avoiding the corpse gas that caught up. Such invisible and unquality things were the most elusive. The black shadow wrapped his arm and cut it with a hand knife hard. After going down, the black gas was cut into two halves, but the stubbornness of the black gas was amazing. It was divided into two halves of the black gas, and each turned into a slightly smaller black bird, shooting at Zhou Yisheng's face like an arrow.

In this way, the more you kill, the more you kill. It's useless for ordinary attacks to take these corpses. Zhou Yisheng turned around and fled. Oh! Oh! The continuous sound of breaking into the air sounded, and many black birds were shot out from the graves on both sides. One was more fierce than the other. The big one directly devoured the previous one and immediately turned into a bigger one, constantly chasing behind Zhou Yisheng.

It's dangerous for Zhou Yisheng to escape! He kept shouting in his mouth. Now that he really faced these dirty things, Zhou Yisheng was not afraid. He was calm and thought about how to escape or destroy these annoying strange birds behind him.

Goo! Goo! The tomb in front of me is more than twice as big as the surroundings, and the sound of crying from the grave is gentle and desolate, as if a monster is lurking in the sad crying, setting off the strange atmosphere and makes the heart can't help but pick it up. What kind of monster's crying, which is so penetrating.

Boom! The monster did not come out of the grave, but the tomb suddenly exploded. The sand and stone flew, and the smoke was filled with smoke. A big hand full of white hair stretched out and grabbed Zhou Yisheng's neck directly. The big hand covered with white hair was surprisingly strong, and the horrible smell of the corpse was suffocating.

Zhou Yisheng punched the white-haired big hand. He was already the power of the list. At his peak, he had the ability to pull up the hill, but there was no reaction when he hit the big hand, just like a dragonfly shaking the tree. The white-haired big hand shook gently. Zhou Yisheng seemed to be hit by the moving giant mountain. His chest and abdomen rolled and was shaken out. The black bird in the sky was like a locust and was about to dismember him in an instant.

Ha! Zhou Yisheng roared, and one of the authentic six-character truths of the Buddhist family was spit out. In the palm of his hand, a thousand words glowed out of the Buddha's light, instantly illuminating the world. The righteousness was vast, and the black gas was burned by the Buddha's light and turned into a black bird and quickly fled.

The white-haired big hand patted against the Buddha's light. The Buddha's light was like a candle in the barbecue, but only a slight change on the surface. Under the pressure of that palm, it seemed to break the sky and crush the earth. Such a power was only used to deal with a person who had never met before. The things in the grave were either too horrible or too cruel.

The Buddha's light on the palm turned into a stream of golden water, constantly flowing around the palm. The black and purple swollen hand was covered by the Buddha's light, and there was no trace of it. At this moment, Zhou Yisheng was extremely sacred. Boom! The palm patted on the water-flowing Buddha's light, fiercely collided and made a loud noise. The ten thousand words in the palm of the hand rotated, and the Buddha's light hit the white-haired big hand again.

I just finished the exam yesterday and went to a relative's house to help me with my work. There was no Internet at home, so I wrote it this morning and there was no Internet when I got home, but there was more time to code words. If I am in arrears, I will definitely make up for it, and I will upload it the next day. There's really nothing I can do! Sorry, everyone.