The atmosphere in the Dan Heart Hall is stretched to the extreme, and it burns at a point. The disciples of the dead and the sorrows and the disciples of the upper cults are opposite each other and do not give each other.

The bowstring is full, and then pull it down, either the string is broken or the arrow is out.

At this time, one person in the crowd suddenly stood up, but it was the palace owner of the Snow Palace, Ming Yue Lou.

The sound of the Moonlight Tower is gentle and pleasant, breaking the dangerous silence: "Please wait for you to wait a moment, let the text be dead, and the people be alive. You will compare your heart, think about it, and now there is no evidence to prove that the chess pieces are made of life and death. It’s true that there is a bit of fire in the hard work. I don’t think so, let’s take the ban on the shackles of death and death, and carefully judge and make decisions.”

Master Xuan Mirror shook his head: "The Ming Palace Lord and Xue Zhangmen have deep personal training, but they are biased. The shackles of death have already violated the taboos of the realm of cultivation, and where do they need to be carefully examined?"

"The abbot said this, many rules of this sect have been violated." Ming Yue Lou whispered, but the att.i.tude is very firm, she warmly said, "If you want to calculate, I have not forgotten your guilty master."

"You-!" Xuan Mirror's face was dark, and then a pair of sleeves, re-packing the face solemn, hands clasped together, "save the skill, you can compare with the chess game."

"Is that saving the man's surgery is not the three major bans?"

The person who spoke was Xue Zhengyi. At this time, a few people close to him have already noticed the wrongness of Xue Zhengxuan. The man who is very popular in this week is a little angry, and the color of his lips is more white.

Xuan Jingdao: "...naturally counts."

Xue Zhengyi closed his eyes and gasped, then re-visited the abbot of Xuan Mirror, hoa.r.s.ely: "In this case, how can a master be able to save people because of rebirth, and then exclude it from the rules?"

Mysterious mirrors are awkward, I don’t know how to defend them, and they are hard-lined: "This is not the same thing."

The disciple of the dead and the dying is angry and goes forward, and asks: "Why isn't it a matter of fact? There are also many people who have been practicing the ban on the martial arts. It is not successful. If this rule is to punish me, is it also? Should you close all of you?"

The greedy wolf elders are sinister and sinful: "There is no sin in the temple of no sorrow. There is Hua Binan on the night of the moon. Why do you only say that you are dead and sorrowful? Jiang Jiangmen wants to close the door of death and death. It is better to lead by example and announce the dissolution of the lonely moon night. ""

I don’t want to be an army like this. The sects of the sects are somewhat guilty. Those who are so screaming are also quiet at this moment, and they don’t want to bring the disaster to their own door.

Xue Zhengxuan coughed a few times, his eyelashes drooped, and quietly covered up the bloodstained by the palm of his hand. He raised his smile and said: "Since all the factions have done the same thing, and the so-called dead scorpion steals the pieces. The nonsense that attempts to subvert the upper and lower worlds cannot be settled, so Xue is rude - please leave immediately."

"This……"

When I came to the air, I thought that I could dismiss this alien martial art, but I didn’t expect to make such a situation that was unscrupulous. The faces of everyone were sometimes ugly.

Jiang Yan has no intention of forcing death and death. But before it was a difficult ride, I had to. At this time, when everyone saw it, he closed his eyes and said: "Go ahead."

Hearing this sentence, a piece of stone in Xue Zhengxuan's heart was finally dropped. He gently sighed and sighed, and his tight back relaxed. But the ribs suddenly hurt, and his eyes swept down, seeing the mottled blood on the waist side of the dark blue robes.

The injury I suffered yesterday was really too heavy. After a while, be sure to find a greedy wolf elder to take a good look...

He still didn't want to finish it, and there was a disciple who had a sword in his mouth and entered the temple. They are all cold and sullen, and when they enter the door, they sing:

"Xue Zhengxuan, you really have a face. The words of death and death have never been to the words of Jane Chess, how can you say it!"

Everyone did not think that Tianyin Pavilion would come, but they were all shocked and turned back. But seeing behind them, there are dozens of people who are una.s.suming, and there are still a few faces that are familiar. They seem to be the village heads of several small villages in the middle of the village.

"what happened……"

One of the brothers of Tianyin Pavilion said: "Are you not asking for evidence? Is this enough?"

More disciples said to the people: "The filthy land of death and life, the ambition of the wolf, the years have been spreading the fis.h.i.+ng nets in the middle of the shackles, forcing ordinary people to sacrifice their children and boys to cultivate the chess game - these are the witnesses What else is identifiable?!"

Xue Zhengyi stood up, his eyes were fierce, and his throat was b.l.o.o.d.y: "No words!"

"Is it nonsense? You and I don't count, you ask them."

The dozens of villagers were like frightened ducks, swaying together, s.h.i.+vering, and squinting, no one dared to speak first.

Xue Meng's eyes, suddenly recognized a familiar face inside, suddenly said: "Liu village chief?"

The villager Liu surnamed a fierce sigh, and Yu Guang twitched him, and he slid away like a fish that didn’t keep his hands.

"What are you doing?" Xue Meng hadn't been able to react at the moment. He was almost innocent and lovely, even though this innocence seemed so pitiful at the moment.

"I..." Liu Cunchang swallowed, his skinny fingers pinched at the corner of the robe. He kept staring at the ground and his feet swayed.

The voice of Tianyin Pavilion is strong, and he said: "To tell the truth, if you tell lies, Tianyin Pavilion will always be impartial and will not tolerate it."

Liu Cunchang snorted and slammed down, grabbing the ground with his head: "I... I, I said! The shackles of death and death have been smas.h.i.+ng the devil's voice in these years, saying that it is not taken. In fact, it has always been a must. We gave them to the boys and girls in the village..."

Xue Zhengyi was furious and took the case: "Fart!"

The voice of Tianyin Pavilion is louder than Xue Zhengyi: "Go ahead. What do they want to do with boys and girls?"

"I, I don't know." The head of the village was holding a greasy sweat, swallowing a spit, and his shoulders were screaming. "It is said that I took it to the mountain to practice, but I have never seen it again. Little tiger, small stone ...the dolls are not coming back."

The people of Tianyin Pavilion turned their heads and asked the monks of the dead.

"Can you have the child mentioned by the village chief?"

"..."

Nature is not going to be there.

The blood of Xue Meng’s body was boiling and stirring, and the little tiger’s small stone... When he rushed to save the stormy little village, he was already buried in the belly of the demon.

"Lie!" The chest anger is burning, the throat is sweet, and Xue is almost vomiting blood. "You will be envious, can your conscience be safe?!!"

Liu Cunchang looked pale and sorrowful, and tears continued to flow down. But I don’t know what Tianyin’s court had forced him. He still insisted: “There is no good sect in the life of death... They, a face-to-face set... behind the set... In the shackles, did... done countless What hurts the world..."

I’m not daring to look at any one person, but to touch the ground:

"The shackles of life and death are under the hegemony!!"

Amazing.

If you say that the words of these dozens of gra.s.s-roots people on weekdays, the monks will not be fully convinced. However, most of the people present at the scene were originally sent to the death and death, and they already had their own judgments in their hearts. Therefore, they received such evidence and immediately accepted them in full, and they were furious.

"I said that they will never do good things!"

"Xue Zhengyi, what else do you have to argue?"

Xue Zhengyi, Xue Meng, and the disciples and elders of the dead and the dead are all stunned.

Before that, many sects came together to commit crimes. They still felt angry and could wave their arms and scream for grievances and jealousy.

But at this moment, at first glance, it was actually a few village chiefs and dozens of people in the middle of the country... those who used to have eggs, white noodles, and tears to thank the immortal beings for living, saying that the gra.s.sy ring does not think Reporter.

These dozens of Zhongshan wolves. They personally put the knife into the heart of this piece of Dan.

It’s very painful and cold.

Such as falling into the ice cave, all over the body.

Those witnesses came forward one by one, the first one was still awkward, the second leg was still trembling, the third one was able to look directly at the crowd, the fourth started righteous words, the fifth learned to add fuel and vinegar... people like geese The head geese are in front of them, and all the people follow.

The so-called public funds, three into a tiger. They talked and said, they were so pa.s.sionate, they talked and said that they were self-righteous.

Xue Meng only feels **** and feels cold.

He once thought that people have a spine and can't break it, but they don't expect to walk the dog to live. They can drink feces.

"Yeah, that's what the chess piece..." It was the turn of the matchmaker in Jiacun. She also came to testify. "They forced us to give them the rewards of demon, and don't take money, only small dolls." This is the rule we all know in the world."

Jiang Yan frowned and asked: "Why do you still want to find them?"

The matchmaker will take the peach powder to wipe the tears: "No way, poor, and can not afford the grandfather of the monk in the repairing world, you can only pick the dolls in the village to send the past ... said to be sent to the death of the sorrow, But the big guys have counts in their hearts, oh... these hard-working children have been sent, and they can’t live anymore."

Say your chest and cover your face.

There are also scholars who have come to the test: "It is true. If you die, you will not collect money. We still have to live. It is also daring to anger." Fortunately, there are eyes in the sky, and many lines of injustice will be self-defeating. Tail. Dear friends, please be sure to be the master of the dawn of the lower world!"

When Jiang Dongtang stood up, someone stood up: "Rea.s.sure, the upper revision of the world is clear and white, and today's presence is full of famous people with heads and faces. They all have a hundred years of history and will act with impartiality."

The villagers who came to testify were grateful to the zeros, and they all went forward to cry for the evil deeds of life and death.

They know that since they have done perjury, they have never looked back. If the dying of life and death does not fall today, he will definitely liquidate with himself.

In the hall, I couldn’t see the living beings for a while. I could only see one of the devils in the whirlwind, open the **** mouth, bite the old wooden pillar, and bite the plain roof tile wall... The threshold of the "Dan Xin Dian" that has not been repaired due to insufficient funds.

b.l.o.o.d.y.

Xue Meng was shaking, he closed his eyes and his tears rolled down. He h.o.a.red: "How do you say that you can export?"

Is Tianyin Pavilion honored by Ronghua?

Still forced by life.

How to say how to export, how to do it...

The matchmaker's scarlet mouth is still open and closed, and the fragmented words are scented into Xue Meng's ear—“the sneak peek of the dead”, “the gra.s.shoppers” and “the virgins”.

Words and sentences are distorted into awkward nightmares.

"They are bullying and practicing."

"The coat of arms and beasts, the road is awesome!"

"That is the late night and the burning of the ink is the most disgusting. In order to refine the pieces, how many innocent people have been harmed..."

The bones hate and the palms tremble.

Reason collapses.

"You - how to export?! How to do it!!"

Anger like an ant hole ruined the last levee in the heart. Xue Meng slammed the wrong elbow back, and then the blade violently started. The dragon city screamed and screamed, but the reaction was not reflected.

The matchmaker who was arranging the "daughter's disciple--the young girl" looked down at her chest, and then wowed a spurt of blood, and even if she didn't even have time to say a word, she slammed it on the floor.

Dead.

It is strange to say that the people of Tianyin Pavilion stood by the group of villagers, but they did not stop it - because of surprise? Or did it not respond at all? The answer is unknown, and no one will think deeply.

Everyone's eyes are gathered on Xue Meng, blood beads ticking, down the dragon's knife tip, one drop, two drops. Converging into a pool of deep red pool.

The abyss falls and the phoenix can't escape.

"Ah!" Suddenly someone screamed like a doomsday and finally ringed. "Kill, kill..."

"Xue Meng kills witnesses! Xue Meng is crazy!!"

When the temple was smashed, it was even more chaotic. I don’t know who was the first to move, and the long-repression anger was sprayed and cracked. The bowstring breaks, and the people of death and death are finally fighting with the upper-cla.s.s

Private hatred, fear, and exclusion of dissidents.

The war contained too much selfishness and the scene was lost.

In a piece of sword and light sword, Xue Zhengyi endured a severe pain in the mouth, and snarled low: "Don't fight, stop!"

The person who can die is listening to him, but he does not stop in the upper world. In this case, the battle will not stop, Xue Meng’s heart has been smashed, and it’s not like it’s like it. This kind of brokenness spreads into the eyes and it’s wet red. He’s holding a scimitar to kill the evil spirits, but not The place choked and kept crying.

Perhaps only at this moment, the phoenix really understands how the ink burns when he is young.

In the drunken building, when a hatchet kills the whole building, the desperation, nausea, excitement, and self-disgust. Nothing is important anymore, anger burns his heart, and blood can be extinguished.

Suddenly, a sword resisted his attack. The sword was full of Yingying blue light, and it was very familiar with it. But Xue Meng couldn’t think of it at the moment. He just yelled at the ugly Snow Palace. : "Get out!! Don't stop me!"

"Don't fight, it will be a disaster to fight again, you calm down."

Into the ear is a familiar voice.

who is it?

Xue Meng can't think of it, and he doesn't want to think again.

Pain and hatred have destroyed his heart. One's forbearance has its limits. After that, the **** is also a ghost, and the saint is also a Shura.

One buddha, one mind.

His eyes burned red, and at the moment, only hate, endless hate, the hate that burned from Tianyinge, finally burst out and swallowed him.

"roll!"

The dragon city collided with the blue sword, but the man who looked like a face was not inferior. He struggled with him, and a pair of blue eyes stared at Xue Meng’s face.

"If you don't calm down again, you will only be worse off."

"What are you counting! Are you taking care of you?!!"

The knife is more and more st.u.r.dy, but the sword is calm and uncomfortable.

Bi-colored eyes looked at the black, so familiar eyes.

……who is it……

"Zi Ming, don't fight."

The low voice is ringing in the ear, and there are not many emotions, but still can hear a trace of anxiety and pity.

Xue Meng's crazy and chaotic brain seems to flash a glimmer of light, his fierce and fierce offensive pauses, but his chest is still undulating.

At the moment, it was full of blood, and the hair was confusing. He stared at the ugly strange man: "You..."

If you don’t speak, you will feel a gust of wind from behind.

Xue Meng suddenly turned back, to raise the dragon city photo frame is too late, the arm was opened a **** mouth, see the bones! !

"Menger!!"

When Xue Zhengxuan saw that his son was injured, he rushed from the long step and rescued him.

The more than ten elites in Tianyinge were the dying souls of the wooden smoke. At this time, they looked at each other and they rushed toward Xuemeng.

The strength of these individual soldiers is similar to that of the elders of death and death. They all go to the already wounded Xuemeng to kill the tricks, and they may have the life of the phoenix.

"Menger... Menger!"

But when it was too far apart, Xue Zhengyi couldn’t come, but there were more people who would go over to him and embarra.s.s him. Xue Zhengyi's protector is eager, under the attack, he is also traumatized and b.l.o.o.d.y.

Xue Meng gritted his teeth and slammed his knife. Two people were retired, but his arms were b.l.o.o.d.y, and the entire arm was shaking.

Suddenly a red light flashed -

"Beware!"

Between the electric and the Flint, the blond man who was only fighting with him blocked him from killing.

Tianyin Pavilion disciples narrowed their eyes: "Take a traitor to the Snow Palace? Should you stand with the dying of life?"

The blue man did not answer, and the sword was like a frost. He turned back and looked at the white face and looked fierce. Xue Meng said: "Go to the uncle. Hurry up."

"I..." Xue Meng glared at the edge of his arm. In fact, he couldn't help himself. The white bones under the flesh and blood were all exposed to the air, and the entire arm was stained with blood.

His lips were swaying and seemed to want to say something, but did not say, his eyes went to Xue Zhengyi.

Only this one, the last blood color on Xue Meng’s face faded.

He was almost screaming, screaming at Xue Zhengyi, regardless of danger, yelling: "Hey!!!"

Xue Zhengyi glanced at him and immediately responded. He brushed his hand and lifted his hand to the offensive of the person behind the steel wristband. Then he slammed the man and slammed it on the ground. Xue Meng first sighed and sighed, and then did not want to squeeze into his father.

He slammed Xue Zhengyi’s arm, and he was sad and happy: "Great, hey, you are fine... you are fine..."

Xue Zhengxuan had torn the old wound because of the blow, and there was a large blood in the waist, but he was already covered with scarlet, so Xue Meng did not notice that he was holding his father. Hand, said: "Hey, I want revenge, today I will have these people's lives, no life, I-"

"Cough..."

The voice stopped quietly.

Xue Meng saw Xue Zhengyi squatting on the ground, and a large amount of congestion was found in his throat.

"Hey...?" Phoenix was shocked at once. He was so big. He had never seen his father suffer such a heavy injury. He suddenly had a slap in his head. "Hey, what happened to you? You..."

Xue Zhengyi's blood-stained lips opened and closed. He held Xue Meng's arm and h.o.a.red: "Stop."

"……what……"

Xue Zhengyi stared at Xue Meng's face, but Yu Guang also swept the wind around him.

Is this a fierce battle that he wants?

There are shouts everywhere, red blood flow and white brain splashes. The black hands have not yet been seen, and the major sects have begun to kill each other...

Xue Zheng said: "Let the people who are dead and dead stop."

"But they -"

"What can you do if you fight like this?" Xue Zhengyi was defeated. "Who can get what he wants? Is it the pain of the sentiment or the dying of the sect?"

Xue Meng did not say anything, but his eyes were red, and even his fingertips were shaking.

"Go..." Xue Zhengyi gently pushed him, and Xue Meng’s tears fell. He almost climbed up from the ground and stood in front of his father, screaming:

"Armed! Don't fight!"