Section 62, the appearance of a strong enemy and the blood sacrifice [5]

The disciple of the Qiao family somehow broke an arm, and the blood ticked along the position of the shoulder, but his eyes were full of wild eyes. There were two corpses lying in front of him. This was originally a man, but he didn't know what sharp blade was split from the head and smoothly turned into two. In the environment of dozens of degrees below zero in the north, it was all frozen in less than five minutes. Before the dark red blood slipped far away, it was frozen on the ground, and then large snowflakes covered it.

"Tianlong Babu? What a strange name. It's so pretentious to die. Qiao's disciples turned to the military car parked in place, looked at the soldiers who died in the cab, turned out the walkie-talkie in the car and asked if there were any people around who could still work.

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Compared with the Qiao family, the disciples of the Hu family are much more miserable. They are not good at fighting, but when they have to fight to the death, the courage and wisdom that burst out also made him reluctantly escape a death. But relatively, there are many wounds on the body.

In addition, the Hu family escorted not livestock, but a number of prisoner cars. The people in the car, including the driver, were unconscious on the roadside. A woman with exposed clothes lay not far in front of the disciples of the Hu family. However, by this time, she had already turned into a piece of ice, covered with thick blood eyes with toothpicks. She was frozen like a sugar gourd with syrup, which was dyed very evenly. Only the bottom of the Hu family was also covered with blood stains, with a trace of blood when coughing. But the eyes have never been bright, and the kind of soul washing brought by the killing is a rare experience.

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Yin Dongmei sat almost ** in the snow. Every breath swallowed a thick white fog in front of her. There was a small child floating in front of the white fog, but his voice was like an adult: "How do you feel?"

Yin Dongmei took a deep breath and let the cold breath fill her chest, with a slight satisfaction on her face: "Very good, really good. But master, I can't move at all.

"Treasure the child, I have a feeling. The world will soon no longer be suitable for our existence. You have to work hard to learn to be an ordinary person.

Yin Dongmei didn't seem to be surprised and said, "Okay, I'm studying hard. Don't you need help from Sister Zihan?"

"Let's go. The road to the future is getting closer and closer, and the door opens. Everyone has their own way. If you can't go, it's fate. Go your own way, child.

"Good. Borrow my magic power to help me! Please ask the master to get up." The voice of Yin Dongmei echoes in this world full of ice and snow.

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"Isn't it Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils? Why are there only seven kinds?" Zhao Zihan said intermittently, and his whole body seemed to be a little depressed.

"Ha ha, how can the high-ranking white department be in the same line with us? That's not where people should exist. It seems that you don't know much about it. The stupid monk of the red department died. If it hadn't been for the suppression of the blue department and the blue department, it would have been swallowed up long ago. The law of the jungle, you know? The real place is not the jungle, but between people, just like now. The winner is the king.

"There is no useful news. It seems that you are really tight-mouthed." Zhao Zihan smiled contemptuously, as if it had involved the wound, which made her smile a little distorted.

"What do you want to know? There is a boundary here, and it is impossible for you to pass the message out. I have always been generous to a dead person. The woman squatted in front of Zhao Zihan, stretched out her hand to close her hair, and even picked up the clean snow next to her with it, using it to wipe the blood stains on the corners of Zhao Zihan's mouth.

"Are you so sure that I will die?" Zhao Zihan asked.

"If I remember correctly, the sad sword wheel is something that hurts yourself first and then others. So if your heart is broken, how can you live? I'm a kind person. Well, I've always been. The woman said lightly.

"It seems that you are not from Red, Blue and Blue?"

"Giggle, giggle~~" The woman covered her nose and smiled softly: "How can it be? Sure enough, you still don't know too much. The Eight Heavenly Dragons, the White Department is superior, and the woman in the Youth Department has few friends. The Blue Department is a group of scientific lunatics. Only the red department with good combat effectiveness can't raise his head by a burden.

"What do yellow, green, orange and purple represent?"

"Do you want to know?"

"Hmm."

"Hee hee, why should I tell a dead man? Anyway, I will take your soul away, and I won't tell you. Be good...die!" The woman still smiled softly in front of her, but when the dead word came out, her face became extremely ferocious.

Zhao Zihan looked at her coldly.

Looking at her hands grabbing her spiritual cover like claws.

Will you die?

No!

The people of the Zhao family have never died with such grievances!

"You forgot one thing! Sad sword wheel, go!" Suddenly, three sword lights appeared out of thin air between the two people, each ten times more condensed than just now, like real iron, piercing the woman's eyebrows.

"Impossible!" The woman shouted, but it was too late to see the sword. Her hand almost touched Zhao Zihan's forehead.

Zhao Zihan turned over and poured out a turbid breath on his back to the sky. He looked at the suspended drum and said softly, "Thank you."

"Don't you know that there is a saying in this world with the help of the power of magic weapons? Stupid is stupid, but I still understand something. It seems that the matter of City C is not within the plan of the White Department. This is a matter of fighting for success. Well, it may have something to do with some non-human guys she said, but it is definitely not what Ye Yi and Yang Guang said. Is this a coincidence? Will it be that simple?" Zhao Zihan lay on the ground and didn't know what he was thinking.

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"These people are all puppets! Be careful and don't fight hard!" Uncle Jiu repelled his opponent again and retreated.

Uncle Jiu, the four living half-immortals, and the mother-in-law carefully resisted every attack and narrowed the scope to the door of the warehouse. The pressure in the sky is getting louder and louder, and the thunder is getting more and more intense.

No one knows what is fighting with the masters. Without thinking, you can be sure that it is definitely the top class in the world.

But in the circle of China, such people or creatures are hiding or retreating, so is it a foreign enemy? A foreign enemy who understands the history of Chinese civilization, or not?

Who made it clear?

Wen Yi clenched her hand, and there were three ancient coins left by the little fish when it flew up. This is her magic weapon, which can be attacked without mana, but each ancient coin is a disposable consumable with only one chance. It is used by Xiaoqi and Xiaoyu to protect Wenyi.

Now these three ancient coins are stained with the blood of Wenyi's nails piercing the palm, and each one emits a slight fluorescence.

How long has it been? Wen Yi did not dare to look back at Yang Guang. It was going to be dark outside, but the sacrifice did not come, and even the door was blocked by some strange people. Even masters like Yin's mother-in-law and Uncle Jiu seemed to be helpless.

Wen Yi wants to kill! The impulse to kill everyone to save Yang Guang.

Like a devil, tearing her heart.

Bite the corners of her mouth, and the scarlet blood flowed back to her body with a fishy smell, making Wen Yi endure it again and again. Believe them! You must trust them!

If...it can only be like that.

Boom!!!

Just as Wen Yi was thinking, there was a loud noise from the roof, like an explosion, shaking the iron roof clusters.

Then, the breath of the immortals pressed down like a huge grinding disc.

A weak voice appeared in Wen Yi's mind: "Little girl, are you ready?"

"I'm ready." Wen Yi quickly replied, looking around to find out where these immortals were.

"They are coming. Adjust your mentality."

"Yes. I know." Wen Yi nodded solemnly and sat next to Yang Guang cross-legged again.

Outside the warehouse door, those things that originally entangled Uncle Jiu and others began to retreat, and then it seemed that they had never appeared, leaving only a mess on the ground, as if they were going to prove it.

About ten minutes later, the first car appeared in the view of the warehouse. Zhang Lu, who had been hiding in the warehouse, shouted when he saw it, "I'm back! They are back!"

Uncle Jiu and others hurried out. It was Yin Dongmei. She came back with the motorcade first.

Then, Zhao Zihan, the disciples of the Qiao family and the Hu family also dared to come over. Everyone has wounds on their bodies, and their fatigue and embarrassment prove that they are not having a good time.

Wen Yi is not in the mood to comfort them and quickly assign work.

The soldiers, leaders and the wounded were all mobilized, and the Dharma platform was soon built. The immortals urged the divine power to move Yang Guang to the center of the altar. A large number of three animals and five animals were brought into the warehouse.

The prisoners in the prison van were also shudled and driven to the end of the warehouse, chained one by one. They didn't understand what they were doing and why they came here. But as death row prisoners, they seem to understand that they are going to end up here.

"All the men surround the altar, and all the women except me go out. The female prisoner also went out for the time being. Wen Yi said.

Everyone followed Wen Yi's instructions. The leaders also wanted to go out, but they were stopped by Wen Yi: "You are also standing on the edge of the altar."

"You! We are not involved in these things." The director of the public security bureau said.

Wen Yi looked at him coldly, and then said lightly, "How can you do such a thing without you? I need your official and national luck."

Mayor Sun patted the head of the Public Security Bureau on the shoulder and said, "Stay. Maybe this is the only responsibility we can take at this time."

The Hu family, the Qiao family, Uncle Jiu, and the four living immortals, holding a sharp knife soaked in cinnabar, began to slaughter the living creatures according to Wen Yi's arrangement. A large amount of blood flowed into the center of the altar along the pipe laid before the altar. There was more and more blood under Yang Guang's body.

Wen Yi waved her body, and what she was holding in her hand was the shocking drum in Zhao Zihan's hand, dancing strangely with the sound of the drum.

Every drum makes the blood in the center of the altar jump once. It is strange that on such a cold day, the blood showed no sign of solidification, as if it were flowing in the blood vessels, and the center of the altar was like a huge heart, beating with the sound of drums.

In an instant, it gives people the illusion that the whole altar has come to life.