Flower Master in the City Chapter 2846: I want to die with some creativity

Unfortunately, it's no use.

Xia Tian felt very ordinary, and of course he was not the one who got these two knives.

Not far away, the LP Yinluo who was competing with Su Beibei showed a shocked expression and shouted angrily: "What are you two doing!"

The expressions of Monk Jiansi and Monk Baimei were also extremely astonished. They were sure that the person who had just stabbed was Xia Xia.

"Go away, you two trash!"

In anger, Luang Po Yinluo directly slapped two palms, sending the monk Baimei and the monk Jiansi flying out, and at the same time, he took back the blood plasma from their bodies.

The energy of these two people instantly collapsed, and they reverted back to two useless skins only supported by skeletons.

"Sure enough, I still can't use a conscious remnant of the stalker."

Long Po Yinluo snorted coldly, withdrew the power of his palm, and looked at Xia Xia coldly, "You kid can do evil, and you can actually make my scoundrel betray my will. I really underestimate you."

Xia Tian curled his lips: "Your brain has reached this level."

"It's too much to look down on me when I'm distracted during a fight!"

At this time, Su Beibei flashed in front of Luang Po Yinluo, hit him in the face with a kick, and kicked him out.

It was so powerful that it almost knocked the opponent's head off. "Baby girl, your strength is stronger, but it's still a little mean." Xia Xia commented with a smile, "You can actually find long-legged girls, or killer wives and the others, to learn some martial arts systematically. In that case,

You can kill him with that kick just now. "

"Why don't you learn it yourself?" Su Beibei gave Xia Tian an angry look, "Zhao Yuji gave me special training before, and it was of no use. I still prefer to attack at will."

Xia Tian shook his head and said seriously: "Baby girl, I'm a genius, you can't compare with me. I don't need any moves for a long time, just a punch can kill him, you are still Can't do it."

"If you want me to learn from them, then I have to teach them something real." Su Beibei said dissatisfiedly: "Like last time, it's just restricting my personal freedom, and I haven't learned much. Useful stuff."

Xia Xia smiled: "Maybe last time I just wanted to restrict you and prevent you from making trouble. Who told you Bei girl that you are not very obedient and always like to run around."

"Fart!" Su Beibei insisted that he disagreed with Xia Xia's words, "I've never run around, I just like to travel, if you hadn't been pestering me, I'd have to hide everywhere."

Xia Tian was a little puzzled: "Bei girl, the problem is actually here, what are you hiding?"

"What do you think?" Su Beibei replied angrily.

Just as the two were bickering, an old and dull voice sounded:

"True blood is like rain, and the shadows rise!"

Then, the entire backyard was suddenly covered by a layer of black and red clouds, and there was a rather strange **** smell in the air, which was disgusting.

The killer Ah Chai was bandaging the part of his abdomen, his nose moved, he turned around and vomited.

Strangely, what he vomited was neither dinner nor acid in his stomach, but blood.

Spit like a note, completely unstoppable.

The cheeks and body of the killer Achai also shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he had to shout to Xia Tian: "Save, save me!"

"I don't have anything to do with you here." Xia Xian glanced at him, then kicked him out of the way, and fell straight out of the backyard.

As soon as he left the range of the strange red cloud dragon hood, the killer Achai stopped vomiting immediately, and the person quickly recovered.

It's so weird, what the hell!

The killer Ah Chai has lingering fears, knowing that this level of battle is beyond his ability to intervene.

However, he didn't want to leave just like that, and he thought to himself: The abbot here is an evil ghost, and the monks in that temple may not be clean.

Although it can't help Xia on the combat level, let's take care of some of the little minions in the temple for him. By the way, search this temple, maybe you can find something useful for Xia.

As soon as his mind moved, he immediately rushed over to the most important hall of Vajra Chan Monastery.

In the backyard meditation room, the blood is getting stronger and stronger.

"So disgusting!" Although Su Beibei didn't vomit, he frowned when he smelled the smell.

The old and dull voice of LP Yinluo resounded from all directions: "Hmph, disgusting, this is the yin blood spring that I have stored for nearly a hundred years, you all enjoy it."

"It seems that you are the **** of Yin and Blood." Su Beibei said coldly.

Long Po Yinluo said coldly: "So what is it, so what is it not. What's the use of you knowing it, it's not to become the nourishment of my Yin blood, and it will be driven by me from now on."

Xia Tian showed a look of contempt: "You think too beautifully, and you can only drive those idiots with bad brains."

"I heard that you are extremely arrogant, but I thought it was an exaggeration."

The disdain in Luang Po Yinluo's tone was also overflowing, "Now it seems that he is just a stupefied idiot, arrogant, self-righteous, and over-comprehensive!"

"You still know a lot of idioms. Are you planning to take the postgraduate entrance exam?" Xia Tian pouted, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste time here with you."

Long Po Yinluo scolded: "It's the old man who doesn't want to play with you two evildoers anymore, so let's end it."

"Yin evil condenses clouds, blood scales are broken."

The black and red blood cloud above the backyard immediately pressed down, blood gushing inside and outside the room, like countless fine wind knives and rain swords, slicing non-stop, it seems that the air can be shattered.

In just a moment, the entire meditation room was shattered into tens of thousands, thousands of pieces of dust, scattered with the wind, and suddenly empty.

In place, only a huge pothole remains.

"Hmph, I originally wanted to keep your bodies and save them for other purposes in the future." Long Po Yinluo slowly landed on the edge of the ruins, his eyes were full of contempt, and he murmured, "Who is it? I know that you are so ignorant of praise, so I can only send you to the West. Mohuluojia, the compassion of all the Buddhas, this is what you have given

's fate. "

Before he finished speaking, his neck tightened suddenly, and a hand tightly clasped his neck.

Summer's languid voice rang out: "Fate, you're so tall, you really think you're going to blow yourself up."

"That move just now was indeed quite dangerous." Su Beibei patted her chest with lingering fears.

"Bei girl, you're not good at what you said." Xia Tian pouted, "It's not dangerous at all, but a little boring."

Su Beibei retorted: "You think everyone is like you, you're a big pervert. Just a second later, I'm about to be smashed into scum."

Xia Tian replied with a smile: "Baby girl, don't worry, you can't do anything with me."

"You, you...are not dead?"

Long Po Yinluo's eyes were full of disbelief, and he shook his head in shock: "This, this is impossible, that is the supreme magic, even if the Buddha took this trick, he would never be able to do it. It's impossible to survive!" "Don't talk about it." Xia Xia's face was unhappy, and the strength in his hands tightened a little bit: "It bothers you idiots the most, who can do new tricks and think that it's impossible for anyone to hide. Yes, whoever comes will surely die, it's ridiculous

's. "

Luang Po Yinluo wanted to argue a few words, but his throat tightened, making it difficult for him to speak.

Xia Tian said casually: "With just your move, you're just fooling someone who has never seen the world."

Su Beibei frowned slightly, suspicious that Xia Tian was mocking her for not seeing the world, but there was no conclusive evidence, so she could only bear it for the time being.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and Luang Po Yinluo exploded directly, turning into a puddle of blood, splashing on the ground, and quickly seeping into the mud.

"No, you let him run away?" Su Beibei looked at Xia Xia with some surprise.

Xia Xia smiled: "I can't escape."

Speaking, several silver needles were casually ejected.

Most of the splashed blood was pinned to the spot, and soon a strange "zilla" sound was heard, and then dissipated.

……

"Damn! Damn! Killable!"

Only a small part of Luang Po Yinluo's blood penetrated into the ground, and then at a very fast speed, he escaped deeper into the ground.

But he was extremely unwilling and extremely angry in his heart.

Unexpectedly, his hard work in business for so many years was so easily destroyed by Xia Xia.

I don't know how long it took to escape, but Luang Po Yinluo finally infiltrated into an underground cave.

Here, the four walls are full of statues of various shapes, the largest is no more than a baby, and the smallest is only the size of a palm.

Each statue has a weird expression, but the eyes are all looking in the same direction.

Because there is a well in that direction, and at the bottom of the well sits a man in a green robe.

Why is it said to be an old child, because his figure clearly looks like a five or six-year-old child, and his skin is also moist and smooth, like a baby.

But he has a white beard that is several meters long, and his slightly opened eyes are full of turbidity and sophistication.

"That **** you gave to Lao Na is totally useless."

Long Po Yinluo immediately condensed back into a human form, and cursed at the people at the bottom of the well, "If you don't give Lao Na an explanation today, I'll seal the well's mouth now and let you stay trapped at the bottom of the well for a few more hours. Hundreds of thousands of years."

The old child at the bottom of the well coughed lightly and said lightly: "I said earlier, whoever you want to kill, lead people to this seat, keep them safe and kill them at will."

"You still want to tease me!" Long Po Yinluo shouted angrily, "I'll lead someone here. If he gets your way, then I'll be dead."

"Then what do you want?" The man at the bottom of the well was speechless.

Long Po Yinluo said coldly, "I want you to pass on all of your skills to me, you understand, you don't need to say more. Of course, Lao Na will fulfill your last wish for you at that time."

"Are you blackmailing this seat?" the man at the bottom of the well sneered.

"So what!" Luang Po Yinluo grinned, "There are 10,000 demons here, you can't move here, you will be gone in a few years, and then you will be gone. There's nothing left."

The man at the bottom of the well chuckled lightly: "Over the years, you have also acquired a lot of exercises from this seat. You borrowed these exercises to gain fame and gain, and you also borrowed the name of this seat to become a yin. Blood God Envoy, still not satisfied?"

"It is impossible to satisfy people."

Long Po Yinluo said coldly, "Unless he is dead."

"Pfft!"

Before the words were finished, the head fell to the ground, and the blood was scattered, but it could no longer be condensed. "You have to die creatively." A languid voice said with a smile, "That's more interesting."