MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 305 [The sorrow of death]

At the same time, the battle of life and death has been a four-sided battle. The rebel army rushing to the foothills, the pioneer who played against the chess pieces, the guards responsible for opening the enchantment, the medical soldiers who rushed in the chaos... thousands of spells intertwined, lit up on this mountain like a behemoth A little bit of war.

But even so, the flood caused by Xue Meng’s blow is still eye-catching, and the fire is like a broken bamboo. Chu night Ning looked back in the night wind, and my heart was amazed. He knows that Xue Meng has begun to burn the power of the spiritual core. If he can't make a quick decision, Xue Meng is only afraid to follow the footsteps of Nangong.

"Rising Dragon - Calling!"

He clipped the dragon symbol with his fingers and dripped blood. But listening to the dragon and the sea, the title of the paper dragon is broken and the sound is like a bell.

"Chu Ningning, what is this seat?"

Chu night Ning Jianmei lowered, Ling Li said: "To the end of the road to the road, be fast."

The pair of longan eyes of the candle paper dragon swept away from the Kyushu, which was full of smoke. No more questions were asked. "On the way." One person, one dragon and one dragon, wears the wind and rain, such as riding the wind and breaking the waves, straight toward the road that was laid by the dead. The road flies. Chu Xiaoning looked down from the heights of Jiuyi, and the road connecting the two circles of the gods and the devils snarled with scarlet brilliance, like the blood in the arteries rushing out to the unknown.

Because the back mountain is very close to the door of the demon world, influenced by the Mozu atmosphere, this place is full of blushing purple fire clouds, and has not been attacked by heavy rain.

The candle dragon swooped down and instantly turned into a golden light back to the spell in the fall. Chu Evening stood firmly on the road of the road, slowed his breath and raised his eyes.

"You came?"

An empty voice came, and the teacher was standing at the end of the road, behind him was the magic door of the fire. As Xue Meng and Mei Jia brother temporarily controlled the stepping of Xianjun, the protection enchantment around him has disappeared. Hearing the movement, the teacher squatted halfway through the face, his eyes were reversed, and he looked at the night.

"You are really capable."

The wind blew his hair, and the singer turned his eyes and fell on the door of the demon world.

"Time and space are wide open, you don't want to make up in time, but you want to stop my family from returning..."

Chu nightning does not count: "The three major bans were created by Chen Shanggong, and the Mozu temperament will expand its mana by dozens of degrees. I am not willing to let the sphenoids return home, but the magic domain once When the hole opens, the magical breath flows in, and the door of life and death will be torn open."

"..." The teacher was silent for a moment, sneer, "I can't deceive you."

Chu nightning does not intend to spend more time with him, the golden light in the palm of the hand, seeing the sky will ask the teacher to squat, suddenly flashed a figure in the oblique thorn. Actually, the wooden cigarette came from the sword, and the life blocked this blow!

"I won't let you move him." The wooden cigarette lifted his eyes from the sword and shouted. "He has suffered so much."

Teacher: "...wood sister..."

I don't know how to make the wooden cigarettes. Behind her, I actually followed the vast number of Haohao soups to pave the way for the precious pieces. Chu Xiaoning saw a critical situation and wanted to stop the chess army. The wood smoke was agile and the lightning stopped in front of him.

Chu night Ningdao: "Let's open!"

The wood smoke is sneer: "Why do you let it go? The real world never cares about the beauty of the mater," then the beauty is returning home, why should we take care of life?" She said, the sword tipped up and greeted her.

At the same time, she was splattered with extremely horrible white gold and yang. This is a desperate attempt. The wood smoke is the strongest force, and it has also broken its own nucleus!

She is the body of the blood, even if this blood is thin, after the blast, there is still a tendency to move mountains and reclamation, and the short-term civil war force can even be higher than the emperor.

"What kind of master is great, what is the right way..." The wooden cigarette was cold and stunned. "For thousands of years, drink human blood and eat human flesh. You can do anything to get the fly!"

She was so fierce, and Chu Ning had to fight with all her strength. Although this woman does not have a drop of beauty in her eyes, she can even be regarded as the distant shackles of the gods, but she will give her life to help the devil return home.

For a time, the night of the Ning white robe flew, the wood smoke from the gold sleeves to show, the two in the air is like a paperweight, but recruited to kill the crack.

The two sides slammed into each other and slammed into the sparks.

The wooden cigarette leaves the road: "The person who is in the way!"

Chu nightning bites his teeth: "This world...not everyone says what you say."

Even though it has passed through the night, the body is frosty, but I can still remember Mrs. Rong’s meal. I remember that before the fanaticism, I thought about harming people. I remember that the disciples of death and death did not ask for a penny. I remember that Chu Yu’s heart illuminates the way back...

He can still remember the smile of the villagers in Yuliang Village, remember the Zhengliang of the owner of Feihua Island, remember that Nangong 驷 cast the smelting dragon pool town, and remember that Li Wuxin had a sword.

He still remembers that Nangong Changying smiled and faded away, turning into a golden light, and his face was mild: "The world is so good, there is enough flowers, why bother with blood."

Almost all of these figures are now sick or dead, or displaced or dissipated...

There are even leaves to forget.

In that year, Xuanyuange, she did not hesitate to save a skeletal orphan woman, and gave a sphenoidal beauty seat and freedom.

"How about that?" Muyan said, "Do I have to forgive this sin because of so few people?!"

Speaking to deep hatred, the sword is getting stronger.

"My mother is so good, but because she is a sphenoid demon, she was swallowed by my beast father... Isn’t her life a life?"

"..."

"Since childhood, only she has hurt me and treated me as a daughter. From her to the elders of the sects, and the monks of you, who treated me as a living person?" Angrily said, "I have the blood of the gods in my body. Everyone regards me as a fair scale, let me destroy people's desires, let me practice my mindfulness... Why?"

The power of the nucleus has been extended to the extreme. The wooden cigarettes are covered by the white gold glory of the gods. Her nucleus is different from the ordinary monks. She even turns her eyes and hair into pale gold. Your majesty, it seems that there are thousands of weights.

"It is a god-like person who deserves to be indifferent. It is a beauty seat that should be swallowed. It has been like this for thousands of years..." The blade of the sword swept past the sword, and the sharp screams of the martial arts collided almost to tear the eardrum.

But nothing is sharper than the eyes of the wooden cigarettes. The wooden cigarettes are one word away: "Chu Zongshi. You have not turned over the case of the skeletal beauty family?"

"..."

"That is a book that people eat.... In the past, the monks took the beauty of the medicinal materials and soared. Today, the beauty seats only take you home to pave the way!"

A loud bang, the wood smoke from the exhaustion of life, the sword slammed toward the late night.

Chu night, Ning squatting and yelling: "Nine songs, call!"

Huaisha is converging, Guqin is now, and the singer of the piano is glaring at the golden light, piercing the Han, and taking care of the whole life! In the face of Chu’s late night, he opened a Pangshuo curtain with a sea otter flying. He hung in the air and hung in wide-sleeve hunting. In front of him was a face full of hatred.

She is not hating him. She hates the unfairness of the world, hates her mother for tragic death, hates that she cannot be free, and hates her.

"Let them go back."

A blow is not broken, her spiritual power has been pushed to the extreme, but there is still no enchantment that can destroy the night of the night, but the corners of the mouth are broken.

Her voice was hoarse, and the hand holding the sword was shaking.

The nucleus will be broken...

The wooden cigarettes looked up and looked at the night, and said softly: "Please..."

Chu Yuening saw her reflection in her shackles of light gold.

Whose shadow is that?

The face is chaotic, empty, distorted, and awesome.

Cruel. Kind and honest.

"Let them go home... Chu Xianjun..."

The reflection in the golden light disappeared.

Because the brain was too chaotic, Chu Jingning took a while to find out that it was because the wood smoke had exhausted all the power, and the spiritual core had been broken. She regained its original appearance, only a pair of dark eyes. . Looking at him.

The armor is gone, and there is no life.

She can no longer be the cold and arrogant god, and the eyes are like a woman who is unusual.

For your own brother, for the family of the Mozu who is in conflict with his own race, begging.

"Let them go..."

She said, the sword in her hand disappeared, because it could not withstand such a fierce battle, and the whiskers that were extinguished in the Spirit were broken into powder.

"I beg you."

The wood smoke fell from the sky, and the white gold robes were like a lotus behind.

Her waist is still embroidered with the scales of the Tianyin Pavilion, which represents the justice and bright coat of arms shining in the dark night.

The sound of the sky is so loud that it is not private.

The son of the sound of the sound, can not be sentimental.

Tianyin, you can't be blasphemy.

The sound of the heavens is pitiful, to respect all beings.

This singer sang, she read from a young age, her eyes closed and her eyes closed like a shackle.

Since she was born, the first sentence she learned was neither awkward nor a mother, but the first four words of the lyrics.

Thousands of times a day, squatting and praying in front of the icon of the gods.

Don't be private... Don't be affectionate... Don't blame God... to respect all beings.

On her first impression of the birth day, the unwarly father gave her a box of delicate clay figurines, painted with lacquer, falling in the sand, and the brocade opened, her eyes bent and smiled at her. .

"Wow - it looks so good!"

Father looked down at her faintly: "I like it?"

"Like!" The wood smoke looked up from the joy, and there seemed to be thousands of fireworks in the heart. "Thank you, Auntie!"

The man she called her aunt just raised her hand, touched her head, and took the box from the girl's hand—

Then, in front of her face, smashed on the ground.

“Hey!” The porcelain mud landing is such a sound.

The clay figurine couldn’t talk, or the eyebrows bent, and looked at her with a smile, but the smiles were cracked, the face was broken, and the wooden cigarettes stayed for a while, only to cry out in horror, and wanted to rush to grab their own mud. doll.

A white shoe embroidered with a totem of the scales was laid down.

It’s squeaky and creepy.

Like the dolls, the heavenly cover is broken...

The father removed his foot and the girl was in front of a broken ash.

Before they were clear, they were still lined up in a neat team, laughing at her embarrassingly... Why? Why is this so? Isn't it a birthday gift for her? Where did she not do the right thing, and where she got angry, so the little creatures who were tired of these clay sculptures died innocently.

"The son of the Tianyin, can't be sentimental." The man is extremely indifferent in front of the crying girl. "Like it will be ruined. If you like it, you will lose your guilt. You are the **** of the gods, dominating the justice of the world... give the real gift to you." It is to teach you that you should never say "like" to anything."

Don't be private... don't be affectionate...

Don't be private, can't be sentimental, can't be private, can't be sentimental - the evil spell is tearing in her brain! The incense burner is smoked and the treasure is solemn and sturdy.

How many nights she was holding her head almost mad, she screamed silently in the quilt.

Can't find a way out.

Can't find the answer...

What is it? What is the mother?

She once wanted to hug Mrs. Lin, but Mrs. Lin was a madman. She tied her with scissors and her hands were full of holes, and even poked her scissors to her throat...

Not private.

Not private!

In the dark night when she is unwilling to live, she squats in front of the statue of God, mourning in her mouth, but cursing and resentment in her heart can not crush this statue as a residue powder!

In this way, from a girl to a girl, from a girl to a girl.

Behind him, thousands of people were sung, and she sang the lyrics that she had already cooked into the bones: "The sound of heaven is so loud, not private..."

Sometimes, if you are crazy, your shoulders are shaking, you have to grow up, and the sword will kill everyone in the Tianyin Pavilion.

But at this time, the ear suddenly seemed to sound a gentle and soft voice, very sweet, very young. The voice sang to her gently: "The reeds are high, the reeds are long, and the mountains are separated by the water. The reeds are hometown, and the reeds are Wang Yang."

She opened her eyes, and the skylight sprinkled after the image of God, and the mottled light hit the ground.

At that time, she was already the owner of the Tianyin Pavilion. She looked at the mottled shadows of this place, as if in this song, she saw the forgetful Sichuan Artemisia, and the tidbits fluttered.

A woman stood in the middle of the reed and smiled at her with a slight smile.

"The reed is the hometown... the reed is Wang Yang..."

"Ama..." she murmured.

She called Mrs. Lin a mother-in-law and was respectful. Only for one person, she is called a grandmother.

That is her stepmother, and she is also a big girl who brought her up. Perhaps others will not understand why she does not hate this woman to occupy the nest. But those people will never understand -

In her black and white grid life, only a few years after Mrs. Huagui was there, she had laughed, had tenderness, had a warm embrace, and had sweet affection.

No one will believe it.

Hua Quyi's reed, which she slept, is the only singer she has ever heard in addition to the sound of the heavens.

Only this song, the town of her life, also became her life.

"Mu sister!!!"

In the ear, I heard that my brother, Hua Binan, was screaming. She has never heard of his rude voice.

But she couldn't manage that much, and she used the last aura to weaken her momentum when she landed. But this is not for survival.

She bit her teeth, along the road of the road, step by step, crawling to the edge of the locust.

then--

When no one has yet to react, she suddenly slammed into the edge of the Magic Bridge with her remaining strength!

"Wooden smoke, voluntarily swearing, I hope that I will be able to repay my wishes and return home."

When the teacher saw this, he was mad, he rushed over, but it was already late, and the wooden cigarette looked back at him.

This woman has been cold and faint, and her expression is not much. Even the skin is covered with frost and snow.

But at this moment, she smiled at this half-brother and even the ethnically repulsed brother.

Her eyebrows bent and she fell on her back.

"sister--!!!!!!"

The wood smoke smiled, and his eyes looked at Tianzhu. This woman, who was not moving and moving, said that she was worshipping thousands of times and said: "Going to your mother is not private."

The bridge suddenly glowed red again, and the scarlet flame of the road of the road quickly wrapped her body. Before being swallowed by the fire, she tried to look at the direction of the door of the demon domain.

She seemed to hear the voice coming from the giant door. It was gentle. It was the mother who shook her little fan on the summer couch and sang lazily.

“The reeds are high, the reeds are long, and the mountains are separated by the water.”

Reed is the hometown here.

The reed is Wang Yang...

"Wooden Lord!!"

"Wood girl!!"

Suddenly, the "chess" on the road of martyrdom were out of control, rushing one after another, squatting in front of the woman who used the body of the blood of the gods and paved the way of the demon, but the woman had been sacrificed. The 30th step of the road's countdown, the body was bound, immersed in the magic flame.

Chu night Ning fell back to the ground, his fingertips were extremely ice, and the eyes were shaking.

He thought that these people were the pieces brought by the wood smoke, but at the moment they found out that it was not.

Most of these people are wearing the disciples of Tianyin Pavilion, and their faces are extremely beautiful. The tears they shed are golden...

It is a sphenoidal beauty seat!

Under the unified responsibility of the wood smoke, Tianyin Pavilion gathered so many surviving sphenoid bones in the name of the disciples and the disciples. These people all cried and cried.

She just took them out of the monk group and prepared to lay the road of martyrdom. They can go home at any time...

"The murderer!" Suddenly someone turned his head and angered at the night of Chu, and his face was distorted by hatred. "You are the murderer!"

“Why should we be enemies with us everywhere? Why should we push the wooden cabinet owners to this road?!”

One side is a stunning pose, and one eye is a deep enemy.

Many beautiful people rushed toward him, losing their senses and ignoring them, like a moth.

Chu night is standing, and his eyes are dim. It is too easy to stop these low-spirited beauty. He doesn’t even have to lift his hands. It’s just that the barriers of the fingertips are enough to make those people unable to wear. Over.

murderer……

sinner.

Master.

salvation.

Chu nightning can not help but squat on the two. What is he doing? What else can he do?

The ink burned to death, the time and space cracked, and the punishment was coming. The wood smoke was separated from the gods and the magical way. Xue Meng suppressed the stepping fairy with the spiritual core.

Suddenly he felt that he was in front of a wall with a sharp knife, and the handle was cold, and he was going to pass through it.

Just as the world is not all evil, the sphenoid is not guilty.

But he wants to stop the way that all of them go home.

Even the last twenty-nine steps, twenty-nine bodies.

He can't leave them alone, let the magic door open. Because as long as the magic door is opened, the natural punishment will soon come, and the two worlds will be destroyed. The people of Kyushu will not even have the opportunity to breathe. What kind of care he should have in order to sit and watch this happen.

he can not……

He can no longer hesitate, the size of the heart is soft.

The ink burns bear the crimes of the two worlds. Xue Meng is still delaying his life with his life, not to mention the **** roads of those who have been dying.

"murderer!"

"You killed us! You killed us!"

"Relentlessly cold-blooded! You will have retribution!"

The soul is like a fire, but the heart is as hard as iron.

Chu night, squinting at the eyes - he must go to be the murderer.

He has no choice.

"Shi Ming net."

"..." The teacher looked at him from a crowd of people. The face of the fallen country is still covered with tears, and the eyes seem crazy and empty.

The wind is blowing, his clothes are floating in the wind, and he seems to have admitted that he will come to kill him. The night of Chu’s palms did indeed illuminate the golden light, and Huaisha reappeared—a slamming sound, and he snarled with swords in front of him, trying to block his beautiful people.

With a sweep of his feet, he looked like a snowy bayonet, and the blade went straight toward the division! !

That is to say, at this moment, the road of the martyrdom under their feet suddenly began to tremble fiercely, followed by heavy red beams rising from the ground, and several of them shook the way of Chu's late arrival.

Someone shouted: "Look! Look at the front!"

"It's the magic door! What happened?"

"The bridge is growing, the bridge is going to catch the magic door!!"

In the end, it almost became a scream: "The door is going to open!!!"

The teacher was shocked and looked back, but saw a white golden radiance scattered from the place where the wood smoke left, and extended by the last step, with an extremely amazing momentum toward the door of the devil!

Chu Xiaoning’s face suddenly changed, and the teacher’s face rushed into ecstasy after the initial horror.

The road to the road must be passed - the bridge of the devil's world is finally going to pass! !

A tired and old voice came from behind the magic door and echoed between the heavens and the earth. The voice seemed to be praised and lazy: "The road to the road has a sacrifice of the Protoss, and the later life, the loss of the life of the Protoss, In my way, my heart can be expressed."

This voice is too loud, and the circle of death and death can be clearly heard from a hundred miles away. The whole mountain in the war is looking up to the back of the mountain.

Jiang Yan’s face turned white, of course, not only him, but everyone knows that the door of the magic domain is afraid to open...

Sure enough, the old voice said the following:

"The day of punishment is coming, the devil squats and sees the sorrow and so on, and the sorrowful and powerful, and the lenient and sturdy, free of the last twenty-ninth-order bridge. Immediately, open the magic door, Yun Zhuer and other homecoming!"

"what?!"

Shanshan Mountain Road is a mess.

The Mazhuang owner of the Taolu Mountain Villa even sat on the ground all at once, and burst into tears: "God!! What to do!!"

Some people face the same color, two battles: "The day penalty is coming soon? What day punishment... What day penalty!?"

Xuemenmei’s brothers, who were fighting fiercely with Stepping Xianjun, were also surprised. Xue Meng’s thoughts were shaken, and he was beaten by Xianjun’s machine to break the trap and vacated. Xue Meng was suddenly repulsed by power and only felt ashamed. , spit out a big mouthful of blood!

Stepping on the fairy heard the movement, facing the scarlet eyes, stunned Xue Meng for a moment, his expression was very chaotic, it seems that the memory in the brain began to confuse and the soul of the body began to torture each other: "... Xue Meng ......?"

Mei Hanxue immediately picked up the slash of the sword and kept his brother and Xue Meng behind him. He said: "Be careful."

But I can step on Xianjun, but I don’t mean to continue to attack. Instead, I will smother my eyebrows and my heart will become a river.

"No... what is going on here... what happened!"

He was extremely angry and screamed, lost control, and quickly rushed toward the back hills. Mei Hanxue took a sigh of relief and turned back to the other two and asked Xue Mengdao: "How are you?"

"Don't worry about me, go to the Master! Let's talk to him about the preparations we made before!"

Mei Hanxue clasped his wrist and shook his head: "Your spirit core is already on the verge of breaking, you must heal first."

Xue Meng angered: "Go!!"

"If you don't go first, you don't move." Mei Hanxue knew that the situation was urgent, and he couldn't wait for it. He pointed to Xue Meng and said to his brother, "Brother, you help him to adjust interest. I went to see Chu Zongshi."

Before the road of the road, with the completion of the last step, the road between the devil and the human world finally came together. The beauty seats showed a dreamlike look on their faces. Almost everyone was trembling. No one even dared to lift their feet and take a step forward. Even the teachers did not move.

After a while, I don’t know how long it is, maybe it’s just a short turn, maybe it’s too long to be breathless.

The door of the demon domain in front of the door suddenly trembled, and the time was flowing, the winds of all directions, the heavens and the earth seemed to be breathing and screaming loudly.

The luxuriant enchanting door is separated to the left and right, and a blush of brilliance shines out of the gap!

Chu nightning only felt that a horrible evil spirit and warfare that had never been perceived rushed from the gap. It was the interest of the Mozu who could help the three forbidden powers...

The magic domain is open! ! !