Chapter 77 Live (Three Explosion!)

Yang Gucheng knows that he is also in the palm of his hand at this moment, and his life is in the thought of the crow. It is also a great blessing that he can die with Xue Jia. But he owes Dugu in his heart. After all, his father Dugu has no bounds. In the final analysis, the truth is that he died tragically in his own hands. So I just want to have a better home at this moment and never die here.

Yang Gucheng said, "Youyou, come here!"

The crow knew his intention and did not stop him.

When you were distracted, Yang Gucheng said, "If you are do, don't take it lightly. Not only your father's hatred, but also the great hatred in the cold city here will be on your shoulder in the future, and you need to avenge it.

Seeing Yang Gucheng talking like this, there was a flash in his eyes, "Master..."

"Master, this is the only one I can give you." Yang Gucheng smiled gently, shook his hand, and flew over.

Yang Gucheng picked up the head of the xiao and handed it over to aweiful hand and said, "From now on, let it follow you."

"Master..."

Kneeling in front of him with a plop.

"Get up."

It was Xueyao who helped him up.

From Zhangju Mountain, Xuejiao found his speciality, with cold city kung fu, cutting skills, and unyielding fighting spirit. That fighting spirit seems to be a replica of Yang Gucheng when he was young.

Her heart has long liked this teenager who is so stubborn that a hundred cows can't hold it.

"I am not only your ancestor in the cold city, but also your master..." She pointed to Yang Gucheng.

Yang Gucheng said, "She... is also your mother now..."

XueJian blushed and took out a book from her arms and said, "This is the cold spectrum of the cold city, and I will give it to you today."

She doesn't know how long she can live in this situation. But since Yang Gucheng is willing to pass on his stunts and horrets, he naturally hopes that he can take revenge and live well. You should also do your part. After all, the hatred of the cold city may only be on his shoulders.

Xue Jang said softly, "You must study well in the cold city in the future and don't forget it."

"Sap--!"

As soon as the words fell, two black airflows had flown out of the crow's fingertips, killing Yang Gucheng and Xue Jia in an instant.

"You!!!"

Dugu turned around and glared at the crow.

The crow said coldly, "Now, if you want to avenge their revenge, you still have to come to me. Rules, naturally, it's still the same rule.

Dugu Yuyi's eyes did not blink and glared at the crow for a long time. Just a word popped out of his teeth.

"Good."

He moved under his feet and walked coldly behind the crow.

The crow smiled and said, "Well, irrelevant people can die."

With a shake of arms, the cold city suddenly rampaged with black air, including the frost, and the corpses were everywhere in an instant.

Except for Dugu and Wei, there is no one left in the cold city.

The remaining four of the five people were scared when they saw this irreversible kill.

Fortunately, all four of them are still alive.

The crow said lightly, "Five people of wind and thunder, from today on, it will be the four people of the black feathers under me."

After saying that, he gave them a cold look.

The crow continued, "Of course, if any of you don't want to, I can reduce it to three people, two people, or even one of them."

Dugu looked at this dark back, and endless tears flowed back to his heart.

The crow said, "Since everyone has no objection, I announce that Hancheng has been removed from the world at this moment. The five people of Fenglei also changed their name to the four people of Black Feather. Hahaha..."

The peak of Xuanbing Peak.

[600 years ago, Xuanbing Daxian. Exorcism and defense, the magic power is boundless.]

The ice and snow miracle cast by Xuanbing Daxian - the cold city - finally became a dead empty city.

The wind and snow are ruthless.

So, the wind and snow are still the same.

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I actually opened my eyes.

Luo Xiaofan can't believe it. Why can he still open his eyes?

When I opened my eyes, I saw a huge spider.

I am falling on the web of this huge spider.

Below is the abyss. Going up, the unreachable high place is the ground.

The spider is like a human, with a white goatee on its chin. On the top of the bare head, there are six regular scars.

"Amitabha... Lord, you are awake."

The spider spit out that the first two of the eight claws were like human beings, close to their chests.

Luo Xiaofan didn't feel any pain all over his body. The sense of powerlessness made it difficult for him to even open his mouth. The golden elixir in the Dantian was on the verge of breaking. At this moment, another great Buddha's power wrapped the golden elixir that seemed to burst. In the Buddha's power, there seemed to be a wisp of spider silk!

Luo Xiaofan endured the pain and said, "You saved me..."

The spider said, "Since the donor doesn't even want his life in order to bury the temple alive, the poor monk naturally has to give a little help to save the donor."

Luo Xiaofan felt incredible.

However, since even the black boss has human nature, what's so strange about the appearance of a spider reciting Buddha here?

Who can say that if the spirit is psychic, it is malicious and there is no good thing?

Luo Xiaofan said, "Don't you know the master's name?"

The spider said, "The poor monk's law is missing in the month."

Meat through the moon, isn't the lunar generation a meat generation...?

Songting, the founder of the buried temple, cut the world. According to the Buddha's principle of [cutting meat and feeding eagles, sacrificing his body to feed tigers], the current head Sheyuan masters are only descendants of the generation. This old spider is actually a meat generation?

Luo Xiaofan was curious and reluctantly wanted to sit up and said, "Master, do you know the meat generation of the buried temple alive?"

Yue Xu must gently say, "Alas... the poor monk is the descendant of the master of the circumcision."

Luo Xiaofan remembered to salute, but unfortunately, his whole body seemed to be scattered and couldn't move at all. He had to say, "Master Yue Que, the younger generation has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai. I hope you have Haihan."

The moon said, "Why should the donor be courteous? You may also be wondering why my teacher took me as a little spider as an apprentice?

Luo Xiaofan, a living Bodhisattva of this month, dares not talk nonsense.

Yue Que said, "I was originally a spider that came out day and night under the temple incense. Originally, he was fierce and killed, and even in the middle of a hot summer night, he was poisoned and killed my teacher. My teacher knew where I was, and I still did something wrong and dyed his body into heavy poison, but he still kindly saved my life. I only thought he was stupid and began to gnaw his flesh and blood on his arm. As the saying goes: the prime minister's heart and monk's blood are the world's blood, until I ate two taels of flesh and blood on his arm, and finally opened my wisdom. The incense soup Buddha's edification day and night in the past finally enlightened at this moment. Later, I learned that my teacher's great wisdom was bright. Seeing that I suddenly realized that I had opened my wisdom, rewarded my grievances with virtue, and accepted me as a disciple, which was the last number of the generation of the moon.