Shi Yiguang still remembers that on the day when the vice principal "received a box lunch", she and the captain were called to the Heroic Hall by this dark-hearted guy and showed them a top-secret video projection. It was a small town next to Honghu, called Longji.

Wherever, Captain's girlfriend, Captain Ye, the last genius boss of the academy, encountered the mythical creature, the blue god, and the master of all spirits together with hundreds of executive departments.

This guy is so terrible. With just his eyes, the seniors and sisters of the action team were destroyed. It was also the action that the captain's girl, the captain of the former team nine, was missing.

I thought Captain Ye was dead, but on the highway of the Dead Country, the messenger riding a high-headed dragon horse and the fake captain had a fight with real guns. The messenger dropped a knife and grabbed it and slipped away.

As a result, the academy detected the knife in detail and immediately found that the thick embryo of the knife was actually made by the academy and belonged to Captain Ye. After inspection, the academy guessed that the envoy was most likely Captain Ye, or that her body was Captain Ye's body.

Captain Ye, the genius, actually caught the eye of the Blue God and took on the errands.

Information about Captain Ye and the Blue God flashed through Shi Yiguang's head, and he hurriedly hugged his head and lay on the ground to avoid looking at the blue eyes behind the Tianmen. This is a life-threatening look, and looking at each other can lead to death.

However, this time my eyes were not real. It seemed that I was projected from billions of miles away. It only had the function of visiting and did not have endless pressure. Even if I scanned the surroundings, it did not cause any damage. The person who was just staring at it couldn't help but kneel down on the ground.

The Blue God's eyes stared at Shi for a long time before slowly retracting it. He glanced at the soap-robed Taoist in front of the door, coldly poked out a claw covered with blue scales, and gently grabbed it.

The Taoist soap robe has been dead for many years and has long been dead. The flesh and blood obtained from Xiao Mingjun was still exhausted from the sword just now. Now it is still exhausted. Facing the giant claws that cover the sky and the sun, there is no resistance at all.

He was like a piece of paper, torn apart by his blue giant claws, and was eroded and melted in an instant, without even a trace of dust left behind. The sky became clear and clear, and the indifferent eyes of Tianmen slowly disappeared.

Everything returned to normal. If it weren't for the huge canyon-like sword mark on the South Heaven Gate that almost cut it off in the waist, there seemed to be no Taoist in the whole world who had cut a sword across time against the sky with the body of a mortal.

Both humans and spirits were destroyed by the soap robe, but the Nantian Gate was not removed!

Xiao Mingjun, wearing purple clothes, stared at the half-open giant door in the sky, with a little sadness in his eyes. After a long time of silence, he suddenly turned his head and turned into a purple stream of light, flew down from the sky, and landed steadily on the black coffin.

"Use my mantra to imitate yin and yang, and to make the sun and moon in the sky."

Xiao Mingjun pulled out a purple blood from the wound in the palm of his hand. He used his index finger as his pen and wrote an ancient talisman with his left hand again, which was the Chinese character [Zhao].

He wanted to continue what he hadn't done just now, write out the character [Zhao], purify the black impermanence in the coffin, and seal his spiritual town in the coffin, and never give him a chance to return to the ruins.

The Blood King is indeed immortal, but to deal with such a creature [www.biqugetv.xyz], killing him is by no means the best choice, because if he kills him, he will appear in this world in other ways in hundreds or thousands of years.

The best way is to suppress him, so that he cannot survive or die, and he will always sink into the darkness.

This corpse-raising coffin is not only rare in the world, but the rune formations written are all secret texts stolen from the Heavenly Way. They carry the fortunes of the two great gods. The original intention of casting is to return to the treasures of the gods.

There will be no surprises in suppressing this Black Impermanent guy.

And if a blood king melts into the coffin and uses his blood soul as the soil, he might even be able to plant unexpected harvests.

"Hmph." Xiao Mingjun sneered, grabbed the talisman in his hand, and pasted it on the front of the coffin.

But just as the talisman was about to fall on the lid of the coffin, a fat, fair hand suddenly came over from behind, grabbed a mourning stick, and smashed it hard on Xiao Mingjun's head.

There are only a few existences of the same level in the Yang Realm, not only old acquaintances, but they all know each other a little. One of the two guys in Jixia is half dead, and the other gets a red envelope card that is imprisoned for indefinitely. Meng Po's divine rebellion, and there is a serious problem, so he will definitely not be able to make a move. As for the rest, they are either sleeping and obsessed, or they are still nurturing energy, waiting to return.

Not long ago, he stole the secret of heaven and knew who appeared around him and what level these people were. Now that Hei Wuchang is trapped in the corpse-raising coffin, it is impossible for anyone to sneak attack him.

Xiao Mingjun never expected that there would be creatures that could get close to him. So close, he even launched a sneak attack behind him.

This sneak attack was so ghostly. A mourning stick came suddenly and was firmly beaten. It passed the seismometer behind it and covered his head tightly. In an instant, purple blood splattered out. Xiao Mingjun leaned forward and lay on the coffin.

Although Xiao Mingjun was knocked down on the corpse-raising coffin by a stick, the little Mingjun was still there, and he still had the posture of sticking talismans, but this little Mingjun was illusory and hazy.

"Hehe." The person who was sneaking attack behind him sneered, stretched out his little fat hand and grabbed the illusory Xiao Mingjun, and he wanted to suck it in his palm.

"Is that a soul? All the souls have been fired!" Shi Yiguang, who was "watching the fun" below, widened his eyes.

It seemed that it was indeed a soul. The person who attacked behind was worthy of being a ghost from the underworld. He was fatal to capture Xiao Mingjun's soul directly.

There are many biases in the classification of blood seeds, such as the spiritual system, the magic system, the martial arts system, etc. Under normal circumstances, the blood seeds will only develop in one direction, such as the magic system, and when the contract is cast, it is like an immortal coming to the world, fire waves, storm, flying sky, calling the wind, calling the rain, etc. The spiritual system tends to develop the soul, such as Shuoshuomian, soul-catching, and the dark place, which is extremely powerful in spirit.

Xiao Mingjun should be in a law system, and the ghosts in the underworld seem to be in a spiritual system and are also top-notch spiritual system. They can compete with Xiao Mingjun with physical body, not to mention her naked soul. This is her home court, just live and kill and kill, and raise her hand.

The guy who attacked the enemy grabbed Xiao Mingjun's soul and used a contract to hold the soul.

Xiao Mingjun's soul was almost powerless to resist and was about to be captured, but at this moment, the mask on Xiao Mingjun's "corpse" lying on the coffin suddenly changed from a smile to a crying face, and a strange suction force came from it.

He forced Xiao Mingjun's soul back into his body.

The guy who was sneaking attack behind said "huh", then grabbed the mourning stick in his hand without hesitation and smashed it hard. There was no doubt that she would directly smash the "corpse" in front of her. At that time, even if the soul returns to her position, it would be meaningless.

However, as soon as Xiao Mingjun's soul returned to his position, he had already activated countermeasures before he opened his eyes. The sound of the corpse-raising coffin under him dissipated into dense black runes, protecting him like a tide.

The mourning stick was blocked by the runes of the corpse-raising coffin, and then the dense runes wrapped around Xiao Mingjun and swarmed away, setting a safe enough distance, reunited, turning into the original black coffin, hovering on the soles of his feet.

Xiao Mingjun touched the back of his head, and he didn't care. He waved his hand and the globe behind him gently rotated, sending out a green ball of light into his body, directly healing the wound behind his head.

Then Xiao Mingjun frowned and looked ahead. There were two guys standing there. One was Hei Wuchang who had just been suppressed by him in the corpse coffin. He was tall and thin, with a tall hat that was "catching you" on his head, and the other was a short man in white robe. His face was vague and unreal. However, he also had a tall hat with the words "Make money at first sight".

With this dress, a fool can guess the identity of a dwarf in white robe.

"Bai Wuchang and Xie Qi Master?" Xiao Mingjun frowned, with a faint incredible look in his eyes: "You are actually separate individuals? I thought you were two schizophrenia, but I didn't expect that they were just two guys, so I was careless!" Xiao Mingjun said to himself, with some sacrificing words.

It was indeed beyond his expectations. He thought that Black and White Impermanence were just two personalities in a body. He suppressed Black Impermanence, so he naturally suppressed Bai Wuchang, but he did not expect that Bai Wuchang is Bai Wuchang, and Black Impermanence is Black Impermanence.

"You guessed that seems to be correct." Hei Wuchang smiled in a sinister way, Bai Wuchang laughed, and then the two walked in the middle and actually merged into a single Bai Wuchang.

After counting on his fingers, Xiao Mingjun nodded with "Oh.": "Ha, so that's the case, I'm not wrong. Okay, today I'll count you for your fortune. Let's fight again in the Yin Realm, let's see what other storms you can make!"

"Why have we been together day and night when we help each other? Why do we have to face each other in life and death now? Is it okay for us to reconcile?" Bai Wuchang silently hid the blood-stained mourning stick behind him, his voice weak and pitiful.

"When you knocked on my head, you didn't think about reconciliation." Xiao Mingjun sneered, lowered his head and looked at Shi, who was gritting his teeth and singing. He even tapped the coffin under his feet without hesitation, and disappeared into a stream of light.
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