Section 71, Four Ghosts Array on

"No one can owe me!" I stood in front of a falling humanoid yellow paper and said lightly. Somehow, from the moment I woke up, I felt that the whole world had changed. Inexplicably, it makes me feel that I should stand high and look down at all those who are hostile to me! Those who love me deeply.

I don't know what Wen Yi has done, but I can see her haggardness. She can catch Wen Yi's body full of evil spirit from the so-called sixth sense around. It is not the evil spirit in the dragon vein, but the iron-blooded spirit she has after killing. I smiled slightly and walked in this bright and dark corridor like a king. In the palm of my hand is a thousand-year-old mahogany sword, which is different from the usual light it emits at this time. It is as dazzling as the laser sword in the movie. The buzzing sound comes from the sword body. I can feel the excited mood of the mahogany sword, which is a kind of A manifestation of 100% unleashing the power it should have.

At this moment, I understand that I am finally standing at the highest point in the world! As long as I want, I can... go to Xianmen with a gentle foot.

But that's not what I need! I'm sure that the people I love and the people I love deeply are by my side. What a bullshit to become an immortal, what a ten-thousand-year immortality, is not what I want!

I want the world to restore peace!

I want to live in peace with my daughter and wife!

I'm going to let these damn, bastards, unlucky guys see what iron-blooded wrists are!

click!

A sword fell, and a yellow scarf wrestler with a height of 2.5 meters was split into two sections by me. When the sword light fell, it turned into two pieces of yellow paper and fell from the air.

"Zhao Zihan!!" I shouted loudly, and the sound of the explosion just now appeared piece by piece, but after I killed four yellow scarf wrestlers, all the sound was gone.

I saw a big hole not far away, which was formed by the Yellow Turban Force breaking through the impact from downstairs. It's hard to imagine that the big guy made by the piece of paper through spells is so destructive. It is definitely not easy for a person who can use this spell of sprinkling beans into a military spell.

But I think that with my current mana and state, I can easily do this, and I am no longer afraid of these things in my heart.

People are sometimes so strange. When you have mastered a certain power, you can be fearless. In the past, he used to be a zombie and a yellow scarf wrestler like a big enemy. Now in my eyes, it's as ugly as a child's play. I'm sure to destroy any enemy who appears in front of me, whether he is a human, a zombie, or this kind of piece of paper.

Death sometimes comes unexpectedly, which is heartbreaking.

I found the little girl who had been with Zhao Zihan and the immortal on her body.

The little girl died miserably. Her two eyes were dug out, leaving only the first half of her body and one and a half arms.

The immortal was also seriously damaged and was not far from death. He didn't even have the basic thinking ability. He floated around the little girl like a wandering soul, going around, and the spirit on his body kept flowing out.

"Dragon Fire Spell?" I found the charred lower body, and the residual mana on it made me judge that this was a very old spell.

"The person who does it is not a modern person!" The knowledge I inherited tells me that my opponents will not be ordinary people or modern people.

The fire dragon spell last appeared more than a thousand years ago, and it is unknown how it was lost. After I opened the door of inheritance, I had more and more doubts about why Li Si's inheritance was close to the history of more than 200 years ago. He should have been sealed in the underground palace of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, which makes me very puzzled.

Following the residual breath of the spell, I slowly walked in that direction, followed the stairs, and climbed to the rooftop little by little.

Zhao Zihan either died or died on the rooftop.

But there is no new mana fluctuation to prove that there is someone on the roof. I searched the two floors near me and found no figure.

It's getting darker and darker, and you can't see the moonlight. Only the fine snow particles floating all over the sky hit their faces coldly at the moment they pushed open the door of the rooftop.

Wow!

Exhaling a turbid breath, I squinted my eyes with a mahogany sword and looked out.

A small small magic platform with a row of four standing yellow scarf wrestlers, which has not been activated.

The foot of the table of the Dharma platform trapped a person, and his five senses were sealed by a piece of rune paper.

At the back of the Dharma platform is an old man, wearing a navy blue Taoist robe. The material is very old, like sackcloth.

He also carried a mahogany sword with light in his hand. Its luster is delicate, and it is not ordinary at a glance.

"The Taoist family has been passed down through the ages. Why?" I said softly. Lao Dao stood not far away, with his clothes blown by the wind, and a surging mana gradually rose from his body, and it was getting stronger and stronger. Finally, it stabilized at a very high height.

But for me, it's not high enough! There are still a few steps away.

A contemptuous smile seems to be an alternative praise for me. Because he couldn't find out how much mana I had at all. The mahogany sword in the palm of my hand was as introt and as ordinary.

"God, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm all good." That's what the old man said to me.

I frowned, and I don't know why I planned the word 'God' from the bottom of my heart.

"You got the wrong person. My name is Yang Guang." I pointed to Zhao Zihan and said, "Can you let her go?"

"What do you think? Yes, that's right. I got the wrong person. God once said that reincarnation is nothing, and the previous life is no longer your fetter, and it will no longer be you. Isn't it?" The old man said.

I shook my head and said, "You know, since I got off the plane and encountered these things, I was in a bad mood, very bad, and I wanted to vent it fiercely. But I haven't been able to find a suitable goal. I don't care whether you know me or not, I don't want to know about the past, and I won't explore it. However, I care about my relatives and friends very much. If you come to see me politely, I won't be angry. Maybe I will sit down and talk with you. Now, you hurt my friend, so you are going to die.

"Hahahaha!" The old man raised his head and laughed wildly: "Absurd! Yang Guang, Yang Guang, do you really think you are the powerful god at the beginning? The reason why Lao Dao can find you is that he can't wait to skin your cramps. These two little ladies are desperate for you. They must have something to do with you. I killed one and left one, just to get out of my evil for thousands of years.

"You're crazy!" I took two steps forward and said.

"Hight!!" The old man shouted angrily, and I saw a trace of panic in his eyes.

"Are you afraid? Since you have done it, why are you afraid!" I roared and took two more steps forward, less than ten meters away from him.

"The sky is like a fire, my heart does not move, my heart is angry and blood, turning paper into a soldier! Let's get up!" The old man didn't give me a chance. He suddenly thought about the law and smashed it on his chest with his right hand, and a mouthful of red blood spewed out.

Then the mahogany sword in his left hand was like a sword flower, and every drop of blood spewed out was beaten out by him and fell on the four paper people in front of him.

A strange wind swirled in the flat ground, and a black fog filled the surroundings.

The old-fashioned voice suddenly became erratic: "Hahaha, God, you have given up your memory, and you must have given up the method, right? The four evil arrays were taught to me by you in those years. It's a great honor to give back to you now. This woman is an eye. If you want to break the battle, kill her! Do you really think I will be stupid and fight with you here? Lord God, let's see the dragon veins! That's when it's really a good show. Unfortunately, it's a pity that I didn't kill you when you turned into a cocoon.

"Four evil ghost formations? What kind of formation is this? Why have I never heard of it, and I haven't even mentioned it in the inheritance. I muttered that I didn't dare to move.

The whistling sound came from my ear, which interrupted my thoughts.

He suddenly pulled his waist and twisted his body, dodged the sudden heavy blow, and turned his hand and stabbed out with a sword.

Squeak!!!!

The mahogany sword that cut steel just now is like cutting tofu is like a sound made by cutting steel with a steel knife.

I was suddenly terrified, so strong!

I wanted to run forward, and the fist wind appeared in front of me again, and the huge fist hit my face.

I can only dodge sideways again. My whole body is as strong as Tao, pouring on every inch of the skin of my body. I turn my hand over the mahogany sword hilt forward, and hit the arm of the fist in front of me with one hand like a fist.

Touch!

What a hard body, this is definitely not the body of a yellow scarf wrestler.

Thinking of the old so-called 'angry blood' again, this must be an upgraded version of the yellow scarf wrestler. But this method has never heard of any upgraded version. After all, this thing is like chicken ribs in front of a real master. Who is in the mood to develop such a high or low spell?

Is this also the original 'me' developed? Can't you cooperate with this formation?

Although he said that he was not interested in the previous 'I' at all, now under such a method, I am full of admiration for the previous 'I'. Bah, I still have the heart to think about this. It seems that this increase in mana makes me unconsciously have a proud capital.

Dodging the attack again, I recited the spiritual spell: "The dust falls, and the true blood protects the spirit." The middle finger of his left hand put it into his mouth and bit it hard. At the moment when the blood was pouring, his right hand shook and smeared a layer of real blood on the mahogany sword.

In an all, the mahogany sword let out a dragon roar, shaking back a little black smoke around me. I cut it horizontally, and my palm sword was like a knife.

Puff!

The thing that attacked me was severely cut off half of my arm and turned into a yellow piece of paper stained with blood before it landed. Reaching out to get it, I thought of a magic that could be used like electricity in my heart, but I didn't expect that a blue flame appeared before the yellow paper reached the palm of my hand, and the paper was burned clean in an instant!

"Bastard!" I cursed, staggered in the upgraded version of the yellow scarf, and pointed the left-handed spiritual blood as a pen at the void in the area of the shadow: "Blood spirit spell, entanglement!"