MTL - The Founder of Diabolism-Chapter 10 Pride 3rd 5
Wenning bowed his head slightly and hung his hands as if he were a puppet waiting for the manipulator's instructions.
His face is pale and clear, and there are even some melancholy and handsome. But because there is no barley in the eyes, only a pair of savage whites, plus a few black cracks from the neck to the cheeks, make this melancholy into a gloomy sullen. The robes and cuffs of the robes were broken, revealing a white wrist with a pale face, clasped black iron rings and chains, and ankles. The sound of the dangling was made when he dragged the chain. Once it is still, everything goes to death.
It is not difficult to imagine why the monks who were present were scared. Wei Wuzhen is no more calm than other people, and the stormy waves in his heart have already passed over his head.
Wenning is not supposed to be here, but should not appear in this world! Before the Yiling mass graves, he should be frustrated. Otherwise, if Wenning was still standing under the ancestral home of Yiling, the encirclement would never be possible, at least never easily succeeded.
Jin Ling heard the other person shouting the name of Wen Ning, and the sword front that had originally turned to the soul-eater was involuntarily turned. The soul of the goddess stunned him, and he showed his long arm with joy and lifted him up.
Seeing that she had opened her mouth and approached Jin Ling’s face, Wei Wuzhen could not shake her heart and lifted the bamboo flute again. His hands were a little trembling, and the tones that were blown out were also trembled, and the flute was rough, and the sound that was blown out was hoarse. Two sounds, Wenning followed the sound.
This movement, in the blink of an eye, moved to the front of the food goddess, Wen Ning slaps a palm, the neck of the soul-stricken woman squats, the body does not move, but the head is turned by this palm to turn a big circle, face facing the original It is the direction of the back and still smiling. Wen Ning is also a hand-to-hand squat, and the soul of the goddess licking Jinling’s right hand is cut off.
The soul-eater did not turn his head back to the right direction, but turned the body around, using both the face and the back to face Wenning. Wei Wuzhen did not dare to slack off, inhale a low head, and manipulate Wenning to fight. However, the more he blows, the more he is scared.
Low-order corpses cannot think on their own, and often require his command to bless. Wenning is different. Wenning is the highest-ranking murderer he has produced. It is unique in the world. Character, behavior, and even words are as good as life. It is no different from living people, just not afraid of fear or fear. Fire, not chilling, not timid, not afraid of all the things that people are afraid of.
But at the moment, Wenning, obviously has no sense of his own!
Being amazed, there was a burst of exclamation in the field. It turned out that Wen Ning even kicked and beaten, and the soul-stricken goddess was firmly pressed to the ground, and he picked up a large stone that was too tall and raised it above the ecstasy, and squatted on her.
Take a look, until the stone body of the soul-eater, the smashing of life!
Among the slabs of white flowers, a bead with a white glow is rolled out. That is, the goddess of the gods has swallowed up a dozen of souls that have been condensed by the soul of the living, and took it back for careful disposal. Several people who have been sucked up by the soul can recover. However, at this moment, no one can take care of the beads. All the sword tips that were originally aimed at the soul-eaters were turned over.
A monk shouted out: "Enclose him!"
Some people hesitated to respond, but more people are hesitant and slowly retreat. The monk shouted again: "You friends, don't stop him from letting him run. This is Wenning!"
This sentence woke up everyone. The general of the ghost is also comparable to a soul-eater in the district. Although he does not know why he will see the sky again, killing a thousand soul-eaters is not as good as a Wenning. After all, this is the most obedient under the Yiling ancestor. A mad dog that doesn't call people, it will be able to make a name for itself and fly into the sky! Originally they rushed to Dafanshan night hunting, just to compete for the fierce beasts, to increase the capital history, so shouting, it is inevitable that some people are heart-warming. But those monks who had witnessed the madness of Wenning’s attack still dared not move, so the monk shouted: “What are you afraid of, Yiling’s ancestors are not here!”
Yeah, what's so scary, his master has been smashed!
Several flying swords circled around Wenning. After a few sentences, the sword circle suddenly shrank. Wenning waved his arm, and the chain was heavily swept, and the flying sword was missed. Step by step, grabbed the neck of the person closest to him, and gently lifted it off the ground.
Wei Wuji knew that the sound of the flute was too urgent and too fierce, and made him fierce. A melody floated on his heart, calmed his mind, and blew another tone.
This time, the tune and calmness of the song are very different from the ones that are strange and harsh. When Wen Ning turned to the sound of the flute, Wei Wuzhen stood in the same place and looked at him with his eyes.
After a while, Wen Ning relaxed his hands, lowered his arms and walked toward him step by step.
He pulled his head and dragged a subway chain, and he was somewhat dejected. Wei Wushao blows back and seduce him, leaving him to leave and hide. After a while, I retired into the forest and suddenly smelled a cool sandalwood. He hit a man on his back, his wrist hurt, and the flute stopped. Turning around, I was greeted with the extremely light eyes of the blue forgetting machine.
Not good, Lan Zhan was the first to see him playing the flute corpse!
Blue forgot to grasp Wei Wuyi in one hand, and Wen Ning stood in the place where they were less than two feet, and looked at it slowly, as if looking for the flute that suddenly disappeared. In the distant forest, there was fire and vocal spread. Wei Wuxuan’s thoughts turned sharply, and he immediately made a decision: “How have you seen it? There will be thousands of people who play the flute, and those who learn the Yiling’s ancestors who used the flute to drive the corpse are more capable. Self-contained, killing does not recognize!" Regardless of the hand holding his hand, raise his arm and continue to play the flute. This time, I rushed more urgently. If I was screaming, my breath was unstable, and I broke the tail and screamed. Suddenly, I forgot to use the force in my hand, and the wrist was about to give him a pinch. Wei Wu’s fingers were loose and the bamboo flute fell to the ground.
At the same time, Wen Ning understood the instructions and quickly withdrew. He sneaked into the dark forest and disappeared without a trace. Wei Wuzhen was afraid of the blue forgetting machine to intercept Wenning, and he grabbed him with his backhand.
Who knows, Blue has forgotten the machine from the beginning to the end without giving a point to Wen Ning, just staring at him. So the two of you are pulling me, I am holding you, blinking face to face.
At this time, Jiang Cheng arrived.
He was resistant to temperament in the Buddhist town, and the tea was not finished. Some people hurriedly climbed down to say how the things in Dafanshan were so cruel. He had to kill and shouted: "A Ling!"
Jin Ling was almost sucked away, and people were innocent. They stood on the ground and said: "Hey!"
Seeing Jinling has nothing to do, Jiang Cheng’s heart fell, and he screamed: “Is there no signal on your body? I don’t know what to put in this kind of thing? What is strong, let me roll over!”
Jin Ling did not catch the soul of the goddess, but also angry: "Don't you let me not take it?"
Jiang Cheng really wanted to fan the stinky boy back to his mother's stomach, but he couldn't help himself. He had to turn to the monks who were all over the world and sneered: "What is it? Killing you so decent."
Among the monks who wore different costumes, several of them were disguised by the doormen of Yunmeng Jiang, and the life of Feng Jiangcheng was secretly helped by Jinling. This elder was also a painstaking effort. A monk is still straightening his eyes: "Zong, the lord, is... Wenning..."
Jiang Cheng suspected that he had got it wrong: "What do you say?"
That person said: "It is Wenning back!"
In an instant, shocked, disgusted, angry, unbelievable, intertwined with the face of Jiang Cheng. Speaking, he whispered: "This thing has long been frustrated and shows how it might come back."
"It's Wenning! It's never wrong. It's impossible to read it wrong..." The monk pointed to Wei Wuwei: "...is he called out!"
I finally waited for this moment. Wei Wuzhen is under guard, but he is not worried. He already has a way of repudiating this situation. As long as he does not recognize his death, no one can assert his identity.
Jiang Cheng slowly looked at the direction of Wei Wuzhen.
For a long while, he had a twisted smile in his mouth, and his left hand involuntarily began to rub the ring.
He whispered: "...well. Is it finally back?"
He let go of his left hand and a long whip fell from his hand.
The whip is very thin, just as its name is, it is a purple light current that is still sizzling, like a thunder climbing over the thundercloud, and he firmly holds one end and holds it in his hand. When you are waving, you are like a lightning bolt!
Blue forgets to turn the piano in hand, and the letter is dialed. If a stone stirs up a thousand waves, the sound of the piano brings out countless flaws in the air, and it strikes with the purple electricity. Jiang Chengfang’s consideration of “not rushing to fight” and “not paying evil blue” seems to have been eaten by dogs. In the mountains of Da Vinci, the sky is shining over the sky, sometimes the purple light is flourishing, sometimes it is as bright as white, sometimes the thunder roars, and sometimes the piano sounds long. Other family monks have withdrawn from a safe distance and are on the wall, and they are timid and scared. After all, it is rare to have the opportunity to see the two family members of the same family, who are expected to play more embarrassingly and more intensely. They also contain unspeakable expectations. They only hope that the two relations between the two rivers will be broken. interesting. Wei Wuzhen took the opportunity and ran away.
Is he going to run away? !
Howling in the hearts of everyone: looking for a dead end!
When Jiang Cheng saw him leave the blue forgotten range, he would let go of this great opportunity, and raise his hand to whip and slant it. Purple electricity swims like a poison dragon and is hitting him on his back.
Wei Wuzhen was drawn by the whip and the whole person almost flew out. Fortunately, the flower scorpion blocked him, otherwise he would hit the tree. But this attack succeeded, Blue Forgot and Jiang Cheng both stopped, they were all awkward.
Wei Wuyi took his back and helped the donkey to get up and snarled: "It's so great! The big home is big! Just hit people! Hey!"
Blue forget machine: "..."
Jiang Cheng: "..."
If the person who wins the house is drawn by "Purple Electric", the soul will be peeled off in an instant, and the soul of the winner will be directly hit by the purple electric body. There are no exceptions. But this person still acts as usual after being drawn, except that he is not the one who takes the house, there is no other explanation.
Purple power can not naturally extract the soul of Wei Wuzhen. Because he is not a house, but a sacrifice!
Jiang Cheng did not believe in his heart, but he still wanted to smoke him another whip. Lan Jingyi said: "Jiang Zongzhu, it is enough. That is purple electricity!"
The purple level of this class of fairy, broken once not possible, twice possible. If so, it would be too shameful. Didn't take it out, it didn't take out, and if you didn't win it, you didn't win it.
Jiang Cheng’s heart is in chaos, pointing to Wei Wuwei, incredulously saying: “Who are you?!”
If it is not Wei Wuwei, who else can call Wenning who has not seen it for many years? !
At this time, the spectators with good deeds finally interjected. He coughed: "Jiang Zongzhu does not know, this Mo Xuanyu, is the gold family... cough, was once a foreigner of the Jin family. But because the practice is not very good, the spiritual power is low, Coupled with the ... shackles, harassed fellow initiates, was driven out of Lanling Jinshi. I heard that I am still crazy? In my opinion, most of them are not correct, he is embarrassed, he left. The evil road. It doesn't have to be that... Yiling's ancestors won the upper body."
There are still a few words, he did not dare to say in front of Jiang Cheng.
Even though the reputation is not good, it must be admitted that Wei Ying was a famous and beautiful man before the rebellion of Yunmeng Jiang. The elegant and elegant people of the six art are ranked fourth in the family, and the language is “Feng Shen Jun Lang”. "--Jiang Cheng is just ranked fifth, so he dare not mention this. This Wei Ying’s favorite is not clear to the beautiful woman. I don’t know how many fairies have been plagued by his evil peach blossoms. But despite the frivolity, no one has ever heard that he still likes men. Even if you want to win, you want to kill back... According to the taste of Yiling's ancestors, you will never choose such a smashing sleeve madman who is riding a donkey and eating fruit, and the head is also painted like a hanged ghost!
Someone shouted: "How come you don't see it... and the flute is so ugly... The learning is so lame, and it's like this."
In the "shooting of the sun", the Yiling ancestors were on the battlefield, and the flutes blew through the night, and the ghosts and ghosts would be like a thousand troops, and they would be invincible. The sound of the flute is like the voice of the angels of the heavens, but what is the singer of the golden family who just swallowed the ghosts? Even if Yiling's ancestors had a bad taste, they couldn't be like this. Too shameful.
Wei Wuzhen was slightly depressed: ...you haven’t practiced for more than ten years, made a broken flute with three cuts and two cuts, and gave me a blow? Blow it nicely, I will give you your knees!
Fang Cai Jiang Cheng identified this person as Wei Wuzhen, and the body was cold and bloody, but now the purple power in his hand clearly tells him, no. Purple will never lie to him, and will not make a mistake.
He calmed down very quickly, thinking: This is no big deal, first find an excuse to bring people back, and then use all means to beat, not to mention that he does not recruit anything. And the same door that Mo Xuanyu harassed in the Jin family can also be arrested and tortured together. If there is a ghost, it doesn't matter. Anyway, similar things have not been done before.
He figured out this festival, compared to a gesture, the subordinates understood his meaning, surrounded by, Wei Wuxi was busy holding the dice and jumping behind the blue forgetting machine: "What do you do!"
Blue forgot to look at him and endured his rude and noisy behavior.
Jiang Chengdao: "Blue Erzi, are you worried about Jiang and Jiang?"
There is no one in the realm of comprehension. The young homeowner of Jiang’s family is guarding that Wei Wuzhen has reached the point of being close to the madness. He would rather catch the mistake and never let go. Seeing that the person suspected of Wei Wuzhen’s retreat will bring back to Yunmeng Jiang’s If he is tortured, if he is allowed to tie this person back, he must be taught to go to half life. Lan Si chased: "Jiang Zongzhu, the facts are in front of you, Mo Gongzi has not been won, why do you have to be a nameless person?"
Jiang Cheng said coldly and coldly: "I don't know why the blue two sons have been protecting an unknown person from the beginning."
Wei Wuzhen suddenly smiled twice.
He said: "Jiang Zongzhu, that, you are so entangled with me, I am very embarrassed."
Jiang Cheng browed twice, foreboding that he would not say anything to make him comfortable.
Wei Wuwei said: "You are too enthusiastic, thank you. But you also think too much. Even if I like men, it is not what kind of man likes it, not even a man who beckons and I follow. You Kind, I am not interested."
Wei Wuzhen is disgusting with him. Jiang Cheng hates being compared with others. No matter how boring it is, as long as someone says that he is not as good as another person, he will be angry in his heart. Tea does not think about rice, and he has to win. Sure enough, Jiang Cheng’s face was green: “Oh? Then, what kind of you like?”
Wei Wuwei said: "What kind of? Well, I like it, I like it."
Lan Zhan is the most incomprehensible of this boring and frivolous joke. After being disgusted, he will definitely take the initiative to draw a clear line to maintain distance. A disgusting two people, a double-edged sword, excellent!
Who knows, Blue forgot to listen to this sentence and turned around.
He said with no expression: "This is what you said."
Wei Wuzhen: "Well?"
Blue forgot to look back, without ruling etiquette, but not to be arrogant: "This person, I brought back to the Blue House."
Wei Wuzhen: "..."
Wei Wuzhen: "...ah?"
