Chapter 41 Little Ant

Seeing that Ding Ru was blown to pieces, everyone was shocked and angry and gathered to the person whose middle finger had not exploded.

The man was so scared that his face was earthy. He shook his head and waved his hand repeatedly: "I'm Bian Rengui, I'm not an enemy. I'm really Bian Rengui!"

But the eyes of everyone around him were red, and they didn't listen to his excuse at all. As soon as they rushed up, they reached out to catch Rengui over there.

Gu Yangding shouted, "Don't move, return to your own position, and destroy the magic ambush formation!" There is infinite pressure in the shouting, which brings layers of echoes in this vast buffer zone. When everyone heard the shouting, they were all Yilin. They immediately went to everyone and set up a big array, cross-legged on the ground and muttered the scriptures. Rengui over there also obediently ran to his position and sat down, but he was sweating coldly on his forehead and vest. He read the scriptures restlessly, but he was worried about whether he would suddenly explode. Gu Yang stood steadily in the middle of the array, pinched Huisheng's eye marks, opened the Buddha's eyes, and looked around, but he saw that everyone was full of pure Buddha's light, which was the performance of devout disciples using psychological Buddha. After this circle, except for standing there still standing there and looking like Yong Bowen and Lan Xinzheng, a man with glasses lying on the ground, No one is different, that is, although Bian Rengui's light is dim, it is a sign of uncertainty, and there is no evil breath. Gu Yang couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Although the technique of removing the body change is magical, it is at least necessary to contact people. Since he just disguised as Ding Ru and smashed himself, the only Bian Rengui who had been in contact with him before the explosion was the biggest suspicion, but the Buddha light on Bian Rengui's body could not be faked. I think that Yongbowen was not Buddhism. Disciple, no matter how you can disguise your appearance, you can't disguise your appearance when it comes to your beliefs. But if Bian Rengui is still himself, where will Yong Bowen be? Gu Yang Ding changed the Huisheng's eye seal to the Buddha's seal. He secretly recited the fundamental curse. He opened his forehead, and a golden light shot straight out and fell on Bian Rengui.

Bian Rengui turned into Yong Bowen in the golden light. He laughed and jumped up and said, "What a good eye!" Looking up and spraying, wisps of black fog shot out of the seven orifices and condensed into the appearance of Bian Rengui in the air, but it was the soul of Bian Rengui. It turned out that between the touch just now, Yong Bowen not only changed his body, but also took the soul of Bian Rengui, and gave up his mind to Bian Rengui, so that Bian Rengui only thought that he was not dead.

These means are really appalling. Gu Yang Ding saw Bian Rengui's soul floating in the air. He was still at a loss. He couldn't help but be shocked and angry. He raised the Ruyi umbrella, took Bian Rengui's soul and shouted, "Who are you!"

Yong Bowen smiled and said, "I, of course, it's Yong Bowen!" Thank you for lifting the seal, so I have to be free. Otherwise, in another two years, I really won't have a chance to get ahead. In those years, the old man surnamed Yong sealed me in his son's body, and then transferred it to his grandson when his son hung up. He just wanted to seal my soul and get the magic power of waiting for nothing. It's just that people are not as good as God. No matter what happens to his magic, it can't be counted as 20 years after his death. Hey hey, Gu Yangding, thanks to your help this time, we will accept your kindness and let you go today. You go back and tell the surname Ding, just say that our hero of Jiudong and Thirteen Islands is back again. Let him wash his neck and wait for the final account!" Jie Jie smiled sharply and jumped up, and his whole body turned into a touch of blood fog in the air. Ding Ru, who was still like Yong Bowen, flew out.

Gu Yang would not let him go. He took a meal and shot at the blood fog like lightning. He waved the eight-treasure whip and suddenly beat it. Then he heard a crisp sound. The blood fog was interrupted in two pieces, half wrapped in Ding Ru and fled in a hurry, while the other hand, it generally fluttered to Gu Yangding. Gu Yang Ding shook the Buddha's voice, the Buddha's voice was melodious, and the blood fog was shaken away. But half of the blood fog wrapped in Ding Ru also took the opportunity to escape without a trace. Gu Yang couldn't catch up with him. He fell back to the ground, took the eight-armed diamond phase, and muttered, "Blood shadow incarnation, flame violent finger, and body transformation have long been passed. What's going on? He waited for me one by one. Obviously, there is more than one soul in his body, which is not a fetal reincarnation. Is it a sealed prison method? He frowned and vaguely guessed that he owed his hand for a while, but it seemed to have caused a big trouble. He took out his mobile phone and pressed a quick number to call.

"Xiao Gu, what's the matter?" There was an old voice on the phone.

"Sir, Ru'er was kidnapped!"

Gu Yang respectfully briefly explained what had just happened, especially focusing on the retelling of what Yong Bowen said before he fled.

The other side of the phone was silent for a moment and said slowly, "I guess that although Ru'er has many hardships this time, there is no danger. You don't have to worry too much. But you have to find Yong Bowen in three days and bring him back. If you can't find or capture him in three days, you must find a way to kill him!"

Gu Yang asked hesitantly, "Is it a prison law?"

The old voice said, "It's good for you to understand. This matter starts with you, and it's up to you to solve it. You should be careful. Although there are many evil tricks on the Nine Caves and Thirteen Islands, you don't have to worry about it. However, there is a more dangerous soul in Yong Bowen's body. If it is allowed to occupy Yong Bowen's body to come back to life, things will be difficult to deal with!"

Press the hang-up button and hand the mobile phone to the side. The old servant standing aside immediately took it and put it away.

The old man sitting on the chair wheel coughed a few times and smiled at the middle-aged man sitting opposite, "Go on."

This is a pavilion on the top of a mountain. An old man with white hair and a middle-aged man in a Chinese coat sit opposite the stone table. There is a chessboard on the table, which is the end of the game.

White clouds float on the top of the mountain, the blue sky is thousands of miles away, the pines and cypresses are between the top of the mountain, and the green trees are shaded. Under the top of the mountain, a large river crosses the plain. A few sails on the river flow down, and the light fishing song with ancient meaning comes with the wind. What a school of natural scenery, what a school of gods.

The middle-aged man pinched the white son, stared at the chessboard and meditated. After a while, he said, "Can you let Gu Yangding deal with this matter? After all, he is a direct disciple of Tantric Buddhism. If he knows that the reincarnation soul of the Qinglong Guardian is still sealed in his body, I'm afraid it will cause other things.

"There must be cause and effect in everything. This time, Gu Yang decided to untie the seal on Yong Bowen's body, which may not be a pure coincidence." The old man gently knocked on the chessboard, "People are not as good as God. I really didn't expect that there were still people in the Yong family to live, and they have maintained this prison until now. After all, I'm not as good as Yong Hansheng.

The middle-aged man said, "I'll go for a trip. If I don't eradicate the grass, there will be future troubles. Since I know that the Yong family is still in the descendants, I can't let him have the opportunity to refine and be imprisoned."

"Okay, you can go and see who dares to help the Yong family!" The old man's voice was cold, "I would like to know who dares to challenge the prestige of our major league!"

The middle-aged man stood up, saluted the old man, put down his last son, turned around and walked out of the pavilion, and walked down the mountain. The fairy scenery slowly disappeared behind him, like a picture scroll being slowly put away by an unknown big hand. The last step fell down to a spacious hall with an area of thousands of square meters. On all sides, there were bright floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Outside the window, there was a cliff. A huge plane was slowly falling towards the cliff. Although it was close at hand, there was no noise in the hall.

The hall is empty and there is no decoration, but there is really a picture hanging on the wall where the middle-aged man walks down. The top of the mountain is green, the white clouds and blue sky, and the jade belt is horizontal. The atmosphere is thin. There is also a small pavilion on the top of the mountain, but there is no white-haired old man in the pavilion, and he does not always follow. The silent old servant behind him.

A woman in her forties sat on the rattan chair under the painting. The small table beside her was set with refreshments, leisurely drinking tea, and quietly looking at the scenery outside the window. The summer afternoon sun was falling on her. It was slightly hot, but she was happy.

When he saw the middle-aged man coming out of the painting, he asked, "Why is it five minutes earlier than usual?" Every five days, a middle-aged man would go to the painting to play a game of chess with the dying old man. Every game of chess would be played for three hours. During these three hours, she would sit quietly outside the painting, drink tea, and wait for her husband to return from the painting.

"Something happened." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Ru'er was kidnapped. The old man asked me to go to Japan."

"Ru'er was kidnapped? Isn't Gu Yangding by her side? With him, do you still need to go there? The woman looked quite calm, as if it was not her own daughter who had been taken away.

The middle-aged man said, "This situation is a little special, and there are some things that Guyang definitely doesn't know the best."

"Oh?" The woman raised her eyebrows and said, "Is it about the green dragon golden fetus?"

"No, but it's almost the same. There used to be a Yong family in the same letter meeting, do you remember?

"The Yong Hansheng who is proficient in Tianji?"

"Everyone really only remembers Yong Hansheng, who is proficient in Tianji, but forgets the other side of him." The middle-aged man sighed, "In those years, the Tongxin Association defeated the demon front in the first battle of Weihaiwei. Yong Hansheng set up a prison under his son Yongrong and sealed the souls of the thirteen masters of the demon front."

"I know this, but aren't the Yong family dead? What does it have to do with this matter?

"The Yong family is not dead. At least one of them is still alive, and they have inherited the prison and just kidnapped Ru'er. The old man was very angry and thought that this was a challenge to the prestige of the major leagues, so he asked me to go there in person and solve Ru'er's matter by the way.

"The prestige of the major league?" The woman shook her head gently and sighed, "The old man is really old and lives in the glory of the past, but he doesn't know that the times have changed." She gidly looked at the ancient ink landscape painting, thinking about the old man who sealed herself in the painting, and was disgusted from the bottom of her heart. The people of her peers had already died. Only this old man was so afraid of death. In order to avoid the inevitable doomed moment, he sealed himself in life to make time slow down. Slow, just to be able to survive for a few more years. However, she did not dare to express this emotion. On the contrary, in order to show her respect, every time her husband played chess in the painting, she would wait here obediently. Although she was the only one in this hall, everyone in the painting knew that she was here. The three hours she spent every day were the three most meaningful in five days. Hours.

The middle-aged man said proudly, "Yes, the times have changed, and the glory of the major leagues has gone forever, but the glory of our Ding family is still there. Anyone who dares to challenge this must pay the price!"

The woman smiled, but did not entangle with the middle-aged man on this topic. Instead, she asked, "What's the name of the descendant of the Yong family?"

"Yong Bowen, that's the name."

Middle-aged men speak casually, and women do not take it to heart. For their status, this name is just a meaningless code name, representing an ant-like existence that can be gently killed.

The little ant they are discussing has just escaped from the underground world that hid the entrance to hell and the magic flower field, and escaped from the small gap that was originally suppressed by the Great Sun Buddha Temple.

At this time, because the Moying flower field has been taken back to hell by Oda Nobunaga, without the continuous emergence of Moying pollen, there are no dark clouds like the thick smoke in the chimney, leaving only the dry hot wind whistling out of the clear sky.

The dead-like tranquility in the small valley, not far from the entrance, there are two large stalls of broken flesh and blood condensed under the rocks, as if it were a slaughterhouse. It can be faintly seen that there are still some original intestines and viscera, and some white broken bones.

Of course, these are not the main things that attract the attention of Yongbo. If it is Yongbo in a normal state, it may have some feelings or disgust in this pool of things, but now Yongbo is not Yongbo in a normal state, or just one or more souls wearing Yongbo's body.

So, they jumped out of the gap and noticed at first glance the top of the pool of flesh and blood.

Above the flesh and blood is the soul of the deceased. They are now in a very embarrassing state. They have just been released from the shackles of the broken body, but it is not the time to form a ghost. Therefore, it is just a simple soul, speechless, unable to move the body, can only be fixed above the body in life, staring at the representative of themselves. The pile of flesh and blood of my body is suffering for time, waiting for the moment to become a ghost, and then it is the arrival of choice, whether to enter reincarnation, or to return to the world, only in a thought before death. However, judging from the resentment above these souls, they will not choose to enter the reincarnation directly. These are all members of the Mage Association. Some of them were sent by Nobi Fujio to follow the members of a team of Russian mage delegation, and some were their tracking targets. The two sides were not very far away. The Russian mage died only a hundred meters away from the mouth of the valley, while the Japanese mage who followed them did. He died crisply in Gukou. Unfortunately, as soon as they arrived at this final destination, they met a surging army of ghosts. No matter what magic he had, he was helpless in front of Hong Tao, who had degenerated tens of thousands of ghosts who had degenerated to the hell devil. With just one look, he was torn to pieces. Subsequently, Oda Nobunaga carried out a small-scale army in this valley. After integrating the forward team, he sent them to continue to advance. Oda Nobunaga was different from those military ghosts who were almost crazy and had little reason. He himself was a hero who led the army for many years. He acted decisively but not lost his old and cunning. He knew that the biggest advantage of his team was the ghost sea tactics, so the integration of the forward troops focused on the dense and compact formation, and strictly stipulated that no ghost could leave the brigade to act alone without authorization. No matter what ** target he saw, he could not. Only then let the forward continue to move forward. He stayed in the valley and continued to sort out the follow-up ghost army to ensure that the whole flood tide was endless, but he could stick to the consistent momentum until the whole ghost army came out. He was leaving the valley with the last team. At this time, the whole Koya Mountain had become a ghost field, and the ghost army circled like a fierce black dragon. After a few laps around Koya Mountain, he killed all the mages who stayed on the mountain, but in some places, the army of ghosts did not enter, such as the secret place set up by the air and sea, which is like the castle of the devil, which is a horror zone that naturally dares not approach.

Yong Bowen naturally didn't know about this matter, but when he saw those souls, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. He looked greedy and said with a strange smile, "Good thing, it's really a good thing. You can see so many souls of mages at once. This was the time of the war. It's a scene that can't be seen. Are all the mages from all over Japan gathered here? Hey, there are still some mages who are old Maozi over there. What are they doing? Another voice came out of Yong Bowen's mouth. It was the voice of the person who used the transmutation, "Dead bones, if you want, do it quickly. Don't waste my time. I'm still in a hurry to find a place to get this girl!" The voice then switched back to the greedy voice, "You are so hungry, you are really anxious. Where can't you go? Even if you take off your trousers here, it's the same way. I think you're just afraid of the Ding family, making excuses there, and afraid of our jokes. They have been reluctant to do it. Anyway, it will take a while for these souls to form ghosts. It's enough for you. If you really dare to do it, do it now!" The voice suddenly switched to a demonic woman's voice, in a tone of fear that the world would not be chaotic, "That's great. Hurry up, I've never played with a woman from the perspective of a man!" Other voices jumped out and made a fuss, but all the voices came out of Yong Bowen's mouth, which was quite strange.

Yong Bowen's face was twisted, and he looked at Ding Ru in his hand with a fierce expression. Obviously, he hesitated, but he was so excited that he couldn't get off the stage. Finally, he said fiercely, "What's wrong with the Ding family? I did it with them in those years. I was not afraid when I was alive. Now that I'm dead, there is nothing to be afraid. I only have this kind of soul left, and it won't last long before it will dissipate. No matter how powerful he is, how can he take me? If you go to the Ding family, I will be worth it in my life!" He dropped Ding Ru to the ground and reached out to pull Ding Ru's clothes.

Ding Ru behaved calmly and abnormally. There was no normal woman's struggle and crying at this moment. She just opened a pair of big eyes and looked at the other party without blinking, and her eyes were clear and quiet.

Yong Bowen was stunned for a moment and said fiercely, "What am I doing? You cry, you shout, you scream, figure it out, I'm going to have sex with you now. Do you have a moral level? Chastity is a very important thing. Why don't you react at this point?

Ding Ru said, "If I cry, scream, and shout, will you let me go?"

Yong Bowen smiled and said, "Of course not. The woman I like has never let go."

Ding Ru said lightly, "That's enough. Since it doesn't make any sense for me to do that, why should I waste my physical strength and spirit?"

"The woman of the Ding family is really unusual." Yong Bowen praised and then said, "Don't think this will dispel my interest in you. I don't know how many corpses I've had, and it's not bad." With a hiss, he tore Ding Ru's coat to pieces, revealing the blue and white plaid suspender vest with the bottom inside. The vest was extremely thin and small, and most of the two snow-white hills were exposed, squeezing out a deep gully, and a pair of peanut bumps clearly came out from under the vest. Yong Bowen stared at him for a few times. He drooled and wiped it away casually. He shouted excitedly, opened his arms, and then fell into Ding Ru's arms. There was no movement, just like a dead man.

****** I am the dividing line of anger and tragedy***

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