Guardian Chapter 114: The breath of horror

Take the soul monument.

Simple and rude.

Facing the shrouded halo.

Unlimited crazy shooting mode is turned on.

Inside.

The astonishment on the boy's face intensified again.

He sensed the existence outside.

The big tongue carved by Chen Feng.

The force of one blow did not cause devastating damage to the boy.

It was a blunder.

Let the Zhen Hun Secretary really have a big tongue and feel it in his heart.

At this moment.

Liuli hasn't died yet.

He looked at Chen Feng's miserable appearance.

Be silent.

Liu Li touched the face of Chen Feng, who is no longer a man.

Looking back at the boy.

The look in his eyes changed from calm to bloodthirsty.

"This time, I will give it to you with all my heart, and I will no longer stop you. The only requirement is to kill him, kill him." Liuli said to herself, tremblingly, pulling out what was deeply buried in her body. Rebellious ruler.

She glanced at Chen Feng gently, and muttered, "If I can't come back, I won't come. I am a part of her, so I can give it back to her."

Liuli raised the ruler and knocked on his forehead fiercely.

She fell to the ground.

Next moment.

She stood up again.

The whole body is arrogant and cold, without deliberately pretending, it exudes an aura of rejection.

Liuli, who stood up, looked around blankly.

The time of ten breaths.

The first three breaths.

She didn't do anything.

The boy blows his hair directly.

The icy cold pierced through the head.

Be more cautious than facing the "six realms of reincarnation".

"Oh? The aura of broken wood? The **** you picked up this time is not bad." Leng Ao Liuli muttered to herself, licked her lips, and felt a gap in the corners of her lips.

She froze for a moment.

Examine yourself again.

The melting of the iron wire's body made this body riddled with holes, which is terrible.

Leng Ao Liuli became angry and shouted angrily: "Useless things, mix with a humble mortal, and see what you are like."

Leng Ao Liuli is angry with her subconscious.

She lifted her right foot, and was about to smash Chen Feng with one foot, and then abruptly in the air.

"Huh? Let it go, let me let you go? Since it's handed over to me, just follow my way. Did you hear me."

The boy didn't think that Liuli who was talking to himself was a neuropathy. There was big cold sweat on his forehead, he was more cautious than ever, and he didn't even dare to attack.

The four breaths have passed.

Leng Ao Liuli is still talking to herself.

"What tattered thing is worthy of your attention? Believe it or not, I leveled the Dashun Chao with a single sword."

Five breaths.

"Why, I'm wrong? Do you dare to talk back?"

Liu Li retracted her foot and put it down, but in the form of lightning, she kicked Chen Feng's heart with a slight difference, and then stopped again.

Six breaths.

"Okay, then I don't care about anything, whatever you want."

Leng Ao Liuli folded her arms, completely out of the way.

Seven breaths.

Eight breaths.

Two breaths of time are wasted directly.

If Leng Ao Liuli doesn't make any more movements, after ten breaths, she will disappear again.

Fortunately.

Leng Ao Liuli is proud.

No matter how unbearable subconscious Liuli is.

The representative is also part of her.

Being bullied and not returning back, this is not her character.

At the eighth breath, Leng Ao Liuli's eyes focused on the boy, her sharp eyes were so aloof.

The boy is like an enemy.

With a shuddering sound, two flames rose up into the sky, with the Tai Chi fire on his back, the Chaos Ziqi turned into a giant sword.

Leng Ao Liuli smiled, her aloof expression full of sarcasm.

She casually invited a mulberry branch and whispered, "This is how the sword is used."

She disappeared in place before she finished speaking.

The crackling sound followed.

The boy screamed when the beast was beaten.

What kind of yin and yang double fire, Tai Chi spiritual figure, Chaos Ziqi sword, shattered under the sword intent of Leng Ao Liuli's mulberry branch.

Leng Ao Liuli doesn't use fancy swordsmanship at all.

Holding the mulberry branches, whipping at will.

The boy tried his best.

The mulberry branch that seemed to be slow to the extreme, but couldn't avoid it, made him feel painful.

His body flashed with cracks, healed, splits...the repeated sword marks.

The ordinary mulberry sticks were used by Leng Ao Liuli to use the supreme kendo true meaning.

The ultimate in kendo.

Swords are no longer needed.

Even when Leng Ao Liuli was willing, she could break through the ages at a glance.

Such an invincible existence that can call the hibiscus sacred tree broken wood.

The year.

What the **** happened.

Forcing her to hide in the grave to sleep.

Who is it, and who can be matched?

The boy was drawn by the mulberry sticks and never dared to hide.

It's not that he doesn't want to hide.

Hidden around, like sending it to the door to smoke Leng Ao Liuli.

There was a scared look on his face.

In my eyes, I began to plead against my will.

Leng Ao Liuli's sword intent.

Pumped on his body, the pain is deep in his soul.

This kind of pain is not for outsiders.

This is a capital punishment.

It's still the kind of capital punishment that makes you awake, feels plainly, and has no flesh and blood.

If this is the high-ranking hibiscus sacred tree back then.

Perhaps he would rather die than surrender.

However, this boy.

It's just the only aura of Fusang residual wood.

In comparison.

He is already another new existence.

His relationship with Fusang Shenmu.

The relationship with Subconscious Liuli and Leng Ao Liuli is not in the same dimension.

At least, the subconscious Liuli and the deity's consciousness have figured it out.

It's a long story.

It's actually very short.

In a breath.

Leng Ao Liuli used mulberry sticks to complete the sword intent thousands of times.

In the boy's body, layer after layer of supreme restraint are formed.

Leng Ao Liuli's mouth is hard, and he despises the behavior of the subconscious.

But the aura is not destroyed.

Rather, he was left as "garbage" to the subconscious mind to collect.

With the passage of the ninth breath time.

The tenth breath comes.

It's also the last breath of the life-defying ruler.

Leng Ao Liuli did a lot during the last breath.

Including but not limited to, ignoring the shattered monument to the soul-suppression of the boy's halo outside the original site of Sangshu Village.

She learned from her first experience.

He took out the green finger from his body and created a small shielded space in the halo.

Withered and burnt in a small space, it is like a withered, not knowing whether it is Chen Feng who is dead or alive.

The boy with tears and sword intent on his body, bright and dark.

The residual wood of hibiscus bent and deformed by Chen Feng's "thunder".

There are even the souls of Changchun and Zhuozhonglang.

She even took a small space and returned to the Chen Feng Xiaoyuan in one step.

Wait until the soul-suppressing monument smashes the halo barrier.

The old bark on the surface looked devastated, like a mulberry tree village that recreated the world, and the wrinkled bark face was even more wrinkled.

He pinched his fingers and counted.

There was a thunder rumbling.

Almost frightened him to death.

"I slid, and I can go back to work on business, not to be considered, not to be considered."

The old bark was so frightened that he dared not linger for a moment.

With a whistle, he returned to the Department of Soul Rehabilitation.

He was so quiet, he didn't dare to breathe, he didn't even dare to open his eyes, he squeezed into the right door of the main door and pretended to be dead.

The childish face on the left door was gossip. Seeing the look of the bark face, he didn't say much more interestingly.

Because of him, on the head of the old tree bark, he saw a sign of "dark clouds pressing on the top, catastrophe is imminent".

The child’s face is a magic mirror, and what can be broken is falsehood. He is particularly sensitive to the essence of this kind of through phenomenon.

"Don't ask, don't ask, can't ask, can't ask."

The young boy's face muttered in his heart, crisper than the bark face, he didn't enter the demon mirror directly, and he didn't know where he hid it.

Beside the soul well, six big tongues of different colors.

As if nothing happened.

Where did you come from?

Only a tongue with white moss in the same place, still guarding the soul well, there is no other way to hit the ground, bar... bar.

It seems that it is in a good mood.

……

In Chen Feng's small courtyard.

Not long ago, because of Changchun's intrusion, the black candle and Yang Ming were frightened out of Xiang.

At this time.

Just a moment ago.

The two fish almost ate the scared Xiang back.

A more terrifying atmosphere than Changchun.

The two fish were barely suffocated.

If it weren't for Leng Ao Liuli's deliberate convergence.

At this time.

Don't talk about yin and yang.

This is Kyoto, with ten rooms and nine empty spaces.

The ten breaths have passed.

Leng Ao Liuli has not retreated yet.

It seems that the short awakening of the main consciousness will overwhelm the subconscious.

It has even exceeded the limited time limit of the ruler.

But Leng Ao Liuli, I know.

This time will continue to extend as you wake up again and again, but it will not be too long.

"Trash..." Leng Ao Liuli scolded his subconscious first, and almost cast his anger on Chen Feng, who didn't know his life or death.

The Er Mao who was seriously injured in the hospital.

Although Leng Ao Liuli's scent of breath overflowed from her body, she was shocked to the ground subconsciously, shaking like sifting chaff.

But she didn't smell the familiar breath on the hostess.

Seeing that she was going to stretch her feet to the hostess.

The **** fangs burst subconsciously.

"Go away." Leng Ao Liuli burst into flames without a name. She has not yet given birth to a semi-rigid body, dare to bark her teeth at herself?

She kicked Ermao to the boy who hugged her arms and curled up in the corner in a daze.

The boy subconsciously gave Ermao a blank expression.

Er Mao shows no weakness.

It's really fearless for those who don't know.

"What are you in a hurry?" Leng Ao Liuli drank low and watched her hands mutter to herself, and cast her eyes on the fish pond of Liu Ye Jing Ping.

"It's kind of trivial, it's a little better than when I saw it twice."

Leng Ao Liuli pointed to it twice.

The first time it was Chen Feng refining a silver corpse. The subconscious colored glaze used a carving knife to dominate his eyes and almost burped. Chen Feng used rosary gold liquid to rescue him, unintentionally awakening the main consciousness. That time, Chen Feng was able to get it , They are two silver corpses who are proud of and are regarded as **** by the main consciousness.

The second time, Chen Feng spent the night at the gambling house to save people and chased after the sword furnace, while the subconscious Liuli carried the food box to deliver supper, thinking that Chen Feng had no money to gamble and was detained in the gambling house. He took money to redeem people, but he met the gambling owner's stiff clan-power third master. Da Mao and Er Mao had never beaten him, so he had to use the life-destroying ruler for the first time and let his main consciousness replace himself.

Counting today this time, in a short period of time, Liuli of the main consciousness has appeared in Chen Feng Xiaoyuan for the third time.

The current pattern of the small courtyard has undergone tremendous changes.

Liu Ye Jing Ping acts as a fish pond, yellow spring water nourishes Yin and Yang fire spirits, and Shuanglong plays with golden beads, forming a natural Yin and Yang mutual adjustment of Feng Shui Bureau

However, in Leng Ao Liuli's eyes, it was just a little bit stronger.

Leng Ao Liuli looked at the silver candle and Yang Ming who were afraid to move in the fish pond, and a smile turned up at the corner of his mouth, "Don't come here all right, little red and little green."

"Can't see me, can't see me."

The black candle and Yang Ming's heart are trembling prayers. If pretending to be dead can work, the two fish don't mind turning their belly white.

Leng Ao Liuli licked her lips, seeming to have some delicious aftertaste that fascinated her.

She stretched out her hand, grabbed two fire spirits, spread her palms, and flexed her fingers.

"Can't see me, can't see me." The black candle continued to pray with her self-deceptive heart, her mouth opened, and a ray of sun fire came out.

Yang Min was even more swift, and was able to spit out the source of the yin fire that he had accumulated so hard since he was free.

Leng Ao Liuli satisfactorily threw the two fishes into the fish pond, and then moved forward, and the golden liquid golden rosary was held in her palm.

"Violence against the heavens, the soil buns." Leng Ao Liuli hates that iron cannot be made into steel, and has the heart not to help, but there is a voice in her heart that affects her will all the time.

She is so annoying.

Leng Ao Liuli coldly snorts again, and without asking the boy, he directly draws a strand of Fusang aura.

She uses the palm as the furnace, the sword intent as the cover, the yin and yang spirit as the fire, the Fusang aura as the auxiliary material, and the gold liquid rosary as the main pill, constantly smelting and purifying.

A drop of gold liquid that was obviously different from the ordinary rosary liquid appeared on the belly of her finger.

This droplet has all the impurities away. It is supplemented by the origin of the fire spirit and the aura of Fusang, and the rosary gold liquid is the main part. Leng Ao Liuli refines it into a drop of nine-turn golden pill.

In a hurry, the materials are not available, and the conditions are not allowed. Naturally, you can't make the Nine Ranked Golden Core, but it is completely enough for the iron wire body that is not melting fast at this time.

What's more, Leng Ao Liuli was still in his body and noticed the mixing of grave soil.

That's why she whispered that Chen Feng was a violent bun, didn't he know that this grave is... Forget it, even if you know it, you won't use it.

After Liuli finished the treatment, she also realized that her fifteen breaths had almost reached the limit.

She forcibly suppressed her subconscious will, breaking her right hand with her left hand, and flicking the droplets from her fingertips into her mouth.

In a flash.

Leng Ao Liuli's main consciousness disappeared, and his subconscious returned.

The moment Liuli returned subconsciously.

She endured the discomfort of the whole body and rushed towards Chen Feng.

Liu Li even raised Chen Feng's head impatiently, pursing her mouth, holding a mouthful of liquid droplets spreading across the limbs, mouth to mouth, to help Chen Feng.

A scorched black withered is almost skinny.

A half-melted and half-disappeared product, like a defective product poured in cold water.

Two "corpses" that are not adult and can't distinguish between men and women, lip-to-lip, are connected as one.

There are endless breaths of life, rising and circulating.

There is a gloomy air, slowly enveloped.

Between Chen Feng and Liuli, there seems to be a yin-yang avenue that converges continuously.

The bodies of the two are not only recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The toughness of his body has risen to a new level.

There seems to be Hong Zhong Dalyu playing in the two of them.

The dragon elephant is imaginary, running back and forth between the two bodies.

Chen Feng's physical fitness is even more remarkable.

He is pure blood.

Nine-turned Golden Elixir, although it is only a drug introduction.

But for him, it's like remaking.

His skinny face gradually became rounded and recovered.

The scorched black husks and molts on the body.

His skin is moist and shiny.

Every inch of skin seems to contain explosive power.

Liu Li is also changing.

The iron wire accidentally merges the body of the corpse refining secret method with the grave soil, and is once again merged and refined under the guidance of the Nine Turns Golden Elixir, and the road where Yin and Yang meet.

Her body, if you say it was made into steel before.

So now, it's a thousand refinements.

If you face the boy’s yin and yang Tai Chi fire again, I don’t know if it will be red and hot, but it will definitely not melt into iron juice again.

The boy faced Leng Ao Liuli with fear.

At this moment.

Facing the changes in Liuli.

His instinct aroused resistance.

He knows, that she, is gone.

Here and now.

This small courtyard.

No one can stop him anymore.

Here.

He is invincible.

The boy buried his head and looked up again, squeezing a cruel smile from the corner of his mouth.

He got up slowly.

Step by step.

Went behind Liuli.

……

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