Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 2: To protect your body

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The small boat leaned against the shadow of the big ship, and the people in the boat sat cross-legged, looked up at the tall hull of the big ship, and mumbled: "Huh, why did I come to this place?"

He leaned against the side of the ship, looking at his face, looking at the sea.

The face is like a crown jade, the appearance is tall and majestic, Tsing Yi white ribbon, graceful and glorious, look unruly and wild, but it is a little bit evil and shady, like a piece of white and blue ancient jade, under the moonlight Luster faint.

Sorcerer.

Fufeng family is supreme, the great witch **** who has no one before and after, and the grandfather of Feiyan who has tried his best to resurrect.

Meng Fuyao, who was anxious to leave Fufeng, didn’t expect that King Kong had already awakened most of it, but was just the last step to reunite. After she left, the wizard **** opened her eyes, and her body that had been sleeping for decades was still somewhat Stiff, the consciousness still stayed in the scene of Guixi after the war. Seeing the fire in Tiansheng Palace, he intuitively thought that it was the Lord of the Kingdom of Dagun burning the palace, so he silently avoided it.

After that, he wandered around in Fufeng, slowly regaining his skills. After many years, the current Fufeng was naturally not the scene in his memory, and he never thought of going back to his family of origin, Bubu family—this person has never He was a prodigal son without the concept of a home. The ray of help-seeking consciousness that was released before the tortoise's breath was just roaming around in the vast world to try his luck. He didn't know that he had a granddaughter, but he heard that. Summoning, not to mention that Feiyan would pay a youthful voice or even heavier price for this summoning.

I don’t have to take care of him if I know it—who told you to hear? Deserve it.

Although his consciousness is still not keeping up with the times, he knows that he still has a corner of the soul left, so he naturally chases that corner of the soul-where is the uncle King Kong, where is the uncle of the wizard god.

So Meng Fuyao, in a situation of complete ignorance and ignorance, brought a god...

Master Witch God took a self-portrait by the sea, and the charming face of about thirty men was reflected in the sea. He was very dissatisfied and thought in a melancholy, hey, getting old and getting old, how could you sleep for a while, and be twenty years old in an instant? The ten females of the Japanese imperial family were able to take the time back ten years, um... it was ten years away.

It's all because of those women who are not beautiful enough, which makes him look bad, alas...

Master Sorcerer raised his head resentfully, looked at the moon, and sighed.

Ah... I need a beauty!

Sir Beauty Controlling the Sorcerer God, finished the grievances, stood up slowly, step by step slowly followed the hull of the ship to step up.

It’s not flying or jumping, it’s too inelegant, it’s too bad for his temperament, it’s too inconsistent with his mood at the moment-Lord Sorcerer must be slow and graceful when he is depressed, no matter when and where The land must maintain a distinctive melancholy demeanor.

Grace! demeanor! Give me no grace or give me death!

Master Witch God walked onto the ship with great demeanor. The moment he stepped on the ship's side, he waved his sleeves.

The canoe he was riding in suddenly shrank, softened, and shone white and thin, and then softened silently in the sea, like a paper boat, sinking in the sea.

That was originally made of paper...

He fell on the deck like a dust, and there was no sound, so much so that he followed Meng Fuyao for a long time. He has repeatedly taught the world's top martial arts masters and is already a first-class master. He is also used to the sea and Yao who can hear any strange sound. Xun was unaware of it.

King Kong suddenly woke up.

Ya tilted her head and slept so hard just now, knocked the seeds in her dream, and suddenly opened her eyes without warning.

Yellow, yellow, green and green eyeballs, half silver and white and half blood red in a flash, like pupils running through the Changhong and moonlight across the river, very strange.

Immediately it saw the old master at a glance.

Uncle King Kong is excited-Lord is saved!

It flapped its wings and shouted: "Old—"

"Slap--"

The Witch God only moved his sleeves three feet away, and the uncle King Kong flew out and planted on the deck for three thousand miles.

Uncle King Kong, who slipped for three thousand miles, didn't complain, but quickly covered his mouth with his wings—fuck his mother! After so many years, how can I forget the master's biggest taboo!

Can't say he is old! Can't!

As long as he violates his taboo, let alone demeanor, the ancestral grave will pick it out for him and use bones as a mahjong tile...

When King Kong called, Tiecheng and Yao Xun woke up immediately, and they rushed forward together. The wizard frowned. He saw his soul, but the dead parrot was so poorly preserved that it was wrapped in a pile of melon seeds. Inside... to be purified! Purify!

Purification takes time, and it is absolutely unsuitable to complete the key soul-convergence* in front of people, so wait a minute, anyway.

"Who is coming!" Tiecheng asked, always standard!

Yao Xun immediately rushed to the side of the boat, trying to find the boat from which the visitor was riding. At a glance, he saw where there is a boat in the vast sea. This discovery immediately made a thump in his heart. He was born to help the wind, and he reacted intuitively when something happened. I know, big trouble is coming.

I saw a ball in the water again, oh oh oh, trying to swim across the Pacific, and recognized that it was Lord Yuan Bao. I was overjoyed. A mouse went to inform Meng Fuyao. That’s great, the mouse is so smart!

Yao Xun praised the mouse in his heart, but he didn't know that the mouse was in front of the water, the witch **** was behind in the boat, and certain Meng Fuyao was overwhelmed by himself...

As soon as his eyes fell, the wizard **** somehow felt suddenly, and turned his head to see Master Yuan Bao who could swim vigorously, smiled and hooked his finger.

A thread was shot from the bow and landed on Lord Yuan Bao.

Master Yuanbao still didn't realize it, so he continued to swim, paddling and paddling.

Swipe and stroke...

Swipe and stroke...

Is the Mao Coast or so far?

After scratching for Mao for a long time, it seems that the distance has not improved?

Mao...sticky on your back?

Master Yuan Bao turned his head slowly after realizing it, and saw that there seemed to be a spider silk stuck on his back. A silvery white spider not much smaller than it was looking up under the weird blue moonlight. The first flick of the finger dansi, the expression is desolate and elegant, and he feels its gaze, looking back at it, and the spider laughs that upside down all beings.

A smile, like a human face, with curving eyes and cracking red lips.

"Squeak——————"

A tragic scream crossed the sky, forcibly crossing the cape to wait for the savior, Lord Yuan Bao, who did not know where the magical skill came from, dragged a long spider silk with a scream, and jumped back to the boat from the sea.

Looking at the deck, Lord Yuanbao just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly felt heavy on his back, and turned his head.

Looking back and smiling, Bai Meisheng, the sixth house spider has no color.

"Squeak——————"

Master Yuan Bao fell to the ground and made a heroic sacrifice. The Savior's plan came to an end.

The wizard beckoned and recalled the human face spider. He picked up the wet rat with one finger, and Tiecheng immediately rushed to save him, but it was too fast for the wizard to flick his finger, giving the rat a bullet to one side. Uncle King Kong of light.

Master King Kong stepped on Master Yuan Bao, twisted his neck, stretched his wings, kicked and warmed up.

After warming up, take a steady step, smile lewdly, and force you to come up...

……

So, 30 years of feng shui turns, either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. Between the arduous karma of throwing down and counter-attacking, there are often countless rebirths...

Tiecheng can no longer take care of Master Yuanbao. In front of this person, there seems to be a transparent barrier, which is impossible to pass through. He has come in contact with top masters all the way, but he has never seen this. Kind of martial arts, he immediately knew that this was a strong enemy. At this time, Meng Fuyao was not there. He was on the boat to take full responsibility. He dare not carelessly ask again: "Who is your Excellency? Why did you break into someone else’s boat in the middle of the night?"

"The emperor is not heaven." The witch **** leaned on the ship's side and looked at the moon on the sea. He looked very literate and insulting, but his words were half gentle and half insulting, "Where is your ship owner? Tell him to get out, huh..."

He lifted his finger vacantly, grabbed King Kong, smiled and said savagely:

"Dare to move my bird?"

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Meng Fuyao, who moved the bird, still put his hand in the grave.

The reason why it was still inserted is because it was so shocking!

This, this, this... what's under this hand?

Soft, warm, flexible, heartbeat...

Heartbeat...

Heartbeat...

Heartbeat!

Is there anything more terrifying in this world than when you poke your hand into someone’s grave in the middle of the night and then touch someone’s heartbeat?

Meng Fuyao screamed, and quickly pulled out his hand.

But it was too late.

A violent surge came from the bottom, and Meng Fuyao, who was half-tilted, was slammed down!

Yunhen immediately rushed over, and there was a sudden rumbling in front of him, the scenery changed, the tombs on all sides rose up, strange noises from all sides roared, it sounded like a gentle tide suddenly turbulent, calm and turbulent, singing with a smile The woman of the song suddenly cried and sang after crying. The quiet and low-pitched insects crawled out of every corner and then crawled in in a panic. All the flowers were chopped off by the sword light and then flew back strangely to the branches and then chopped down and then flew back...

Infinite reincarnation, repetition of opposites, like someone fast-forwarding and rewinding a movie constantly, the screen is dazzling and the silhouette flashes back quickly, everything is distorted because of the constant rapid repetition.

The phantoms transformed by the great supernatural powers are forcing towards the cloud mark.

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And Meng Fuyao was falling.

The power underneath is very huge, like a beast lurking in the dark night holding its prey, shaking its head abruptly, and the land collapsed.

The height of the fall is also very strange. It is obviously only a grave, but it has actually fallen a few meters.

As soon as Meng Fu shook his body, he immediately flicked and turned over in midair.

In a big turn, she has already seen the surrounding scene clearly.

This is a basement. It is not very large. It looks like tens of square meters. It is empty on all sides. Some candles of different colors are lit randomly. On the gray soil wall, there are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. Light.

There is an altar-like thing on the front, dark in color, and a man in a long robe is standing in front of the altar with his back facing her. The candlelight reflects the long back of the man, swimming slowly on the ground like a black python.

As for the place where she was dragged down just now, there were a circle of expressionless gray-robed men sitting cross-legged, looking straight at her, every time she moved, the gaze followed.

Only this glance, Meng Fuyao has decided where he should fall.

She stomped on the earth wall, pulling a horse into a line, never letting herself land, "killing the sky" in her hand, flashing a black light, and pointed directly at the man in robe in front of the altar.

The man didn't turn around, he seemed to smile, and said in a rough voice: "I knew you would come down."

Meng Fuyao also smiled and said: "So you really didn't die."

"A top great witch, if he died like that, how would he deserve to be called Shenkong?" The man in the robe turned back, she covered her head to toe tightly today, even her face was in the colorful dim light It's not clear, and the words are even more empty and ethereal, it really seems to be coming from the ground.

Meng Fuyao looked at her lightly and said: "I still admire you very much. The book says that the colorful demon fire can only be pinched by the top wizard. I didn't expect that you have surpassed that class. A dummy can also She squeezed out the colorful fire."

"Thanks for the compliment." Feiyan seemed to smile, "To be honest, I was also surprised. Although it is a puppet, it has been infused with my three-point spirit for the sake of reality. You actually raised your hand and killed it. I got hurt too, ah... I haven't been hurt for many years."

She looks a little pity, but it's a pity that she has cultivated her own blood for many years and has been worthy of a lifelike puppet of a great witch, but since it is made, it will naturally be used.

Before the meeting with Zhan Beiye, what Daya had to prepare was the puppet.

And she, who is nearby, personally controls her puppet, and all her words and actions in response are reflections of her own mirror image, especially the colorful fire, because it must be transmitted through the air and burned. Adopting a more top-notch spell really consumed her too much energy, so that she couldn't counterattack when the puppet was hit by the thunder, and she had to get injured and escape.

There are few phoenix hairs that can burn colorful fire, and can burn in the hands of foreign bodies with colorful fire, and even the most secret witchcraft record has not been recorded, because it is a miracle that no one can achieve, because she believes , In the world, only she can.

Shen Kong, Shen Kong, expressive, separated.

It doesn't matter if you suffer some setbacks, as long as you win in the end, Feiyan looks at Meng Fuyao lightly, very good, the opponent needs to be strong and strong to be easy to use.

"Contrary to you," Meng Fuyao sneered, "I am often injured, but I heard that those who are often injured can't die, and those who are not often injured will die with one injury."

"Do you think you can really hurt me?" Feiyan smiled, "Meng Fuyao, I watched you for so long, from the beginning of your entry into Dahan, all your actions, your possible reactions to the enemy, your body Zhou’s people, your character subordinates, etc... are all within my sight. For an opponent who knows you so well and possesses powerful strength, do you really think you can continue to win?"

"This is your old base camp?" Meng Fuyao didn't answer her question. He turned around and looked at the circle of people underneath. "Don't tell me, here are the women who died violently. , What kind of monster you used to make?"

"My witchcraft, I don’t need any extra subordinates." Feiyan said lightly, "What they can provide me is the special essence and blood possessed by the mother who has just given birth, and the death of the mother. It’s just a peculiar grievance."

"Your witchcraft is really disgusting." Meng Fuyao said "Bah".

"Are you going to the firmament?" Feiyan looked at her with a sneer, "I think it is more appropriate for you to die here. Anyway, there are already many people who die here."

"Are you the real gatekeeper of the sky?" Meng Fuyao suddenly realized, "Is this extremity sea valley referred to separately? The extremity is the extremity, and the sea valley is the sea valley, so there is no return. , Is not related to wind and waves at all?"

Small smiles and doesn't say anything, it seems like it's acquiescence.

Extreme land, sea valley.

The world has always thought it was the name of the perennial sea valley at the junction of the firmament and Fufeng, and thought that the so-called danger was a sea storm, which was not the case at all.

The so-called "discarded people" on that island are just blindfolds from the firmament. With them, all those who intend to go to the firmament will definitely want to ask for directions, and then fall into a trap.

Among them, there are immigrants from the firmament who really don't know why, but they must also have subordinates from the firmament or non-smoke, such as the black-faced old man.

People who dare to go to the sky are all arrogant martial arts people. They are spurred by various questions on the island. They are bound to be curious. Those who are skilled in art are bold. They are told that "you can't go to the west of the island". To go.

In the end, they died in the extremis, but not Haigu, but who knows?

Meng Fuyao quickly turned these thoughts in his heart, and became somewhat awe-inspiring toward the country he was going to.

The firmament, which claims to be irrelevant to other countries, has always been aloof, but in its bones it has used a mysterious sea valley to transfer flowers and trees for many years, which has prevented all the foreign visitors from wanting to pursue it.

People in the world wonder why an ordinary sea valley is so difficult to cross. They don't understand why no one can enter a country without borders. After repeated failures, they have awe and admiration for the mystery and power of this country.

For things that are unknown and cannot be explained by common sense, people will naturally explain with divine power, so the firmament becomes more and more hidden behind the clouds and seas, higher than the clouds.

He is quiet and cruel, and the means under the aloof appearance are dark, and he is always pretending to be a ghost—very standard top **** stick.

"I have been the master here for the past ten years." Feiyan smiled, "I am very satisfied with the powerful soul I will receive. It is really the highest salary I can receive."

Then she rolled her sleeves.

A sleeve of smoke burns out.

The dead corpses sitting cross-legged all turned around, facing non-smoke in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and straightly opened their mouths, or sprayed cold fog, or spitting wind, or screaming, or jumping. Yin Huo.

The colorful light on the wall suddenly skyrocketed. With the help of those strange candles and the yin air of dead corpses, the demon fire was countless times stronger than the little one pinched out in his hand. Almost immediately, Meng Fuyao felt I fell into the sea valley!

The sea of ​​flames, the valley of cold hell!

As if burning a flame, walking naked among the polar glaciers, and the flames will not die, the glaciers will not melt.

Extreme heat spreads to extreme cold, distinct and strange blending.

Meng Fuyao sweated on his forehead, but Lingling shivered.

A part of her heart felt hot and dry, and part of her heart felt cold.

Before the altar, I heard the cold voice: "Meng Fuyao, I know that your martial arts are mixed. In addition to your own original martial arts, you have four people: Gale, Thunder, Yuepo, and Yuheng. There are more than one kind of secret poisons in your body’s true power or Qi training method. These things hinder each other and promote each other and make you successful. However, if you use the Fa, you can also ruin you."

She stood in front of the altar with a flick of her sleeves, and suddenly there was a double-sided projection mirror in front of her. With a light touch of her finger, the colorful rays of light gathered into a big ball, reflected on the mirror, and then she was like a thread So, a little bit, pulling out the colorful lines, screaming and flying out, and the dark underground room is criss-crossed in an instant, full of flowing nets of colorful light.

"Meng Fuyao." She sat down slowly behind the mirror, knitting the net in her hands like a sweater, "If you have the ability, don't come down. If you want to come down and kill me, you must go through this yin bone light net. , And these seven colors refer to the seven ways of reincarnation. How many ways can you live through one and annihilate a lifetime? Don’t think about reliance on your own martial arts. For a person like you who is really mixed, it will also cause The true Qi conflict in your body...this formation has been waiting for you for a long time."

Meng Fuyao only sneered.

She doesn’t have to come down to know that what Feiyan said is not what she said. From the first time she saw this colorful light, she was disgusted, and the true energy in her body was about to move. Her success depends on the contributions of top masters, not a step-by-step process. This is indeed her biggest flaw by practicing by herself. I have to say that this woman really knows her well.

She sneered.

Suddenly hit it!

"Ha!"

The sword is as polished as it is practiced, and the blade is sharp, passing through the camouflage tomb above it in an instant, neatly cutting the soil buns in half!

Booming, a large piece of soil was stirred up by Meng Fuyao's knife, and fell from a distance, following a rain of soil.

The tomb broke open, the sky appeared, and a large silver moon fell down and shone indoors.

The colorful light shook, and it dimmed for a moment.

Since you can only perform this method by hiding in the ground, you must be afraid of the sky!

This was Meng Fuyao's guess for an instant, and she didn't guess wrong.

A knife broke the grave, and a cloud mark came from above shouting: "Shuyao——"

"It's okay!" Meng Fuyao replied in a single sentence, and the man and the knife were united, and the joints of his whole body were wrong. He shrank himself into a long and thin black flagpole, and the lightning passed straight through!

Slim, narrow, sick, and profitable!

Like a needle with howling wind and electricity, it shoots from Jiuxiao and rushes to hell. The front is ten feet of soft red and dirty blocking, but it is just to kill the gods and kill the devil!

She penetrates!

The person pointed a black knife in the air, and with a "swish" light like electricity, the dead corpse sitting cross-legged in the east shook silently and fell stiff to the ground!

Without staying, he twisted his body in midair and applied a light beam flatly. The black light pierced through his ribs and shot directly to the south. The dead body from the south was shocked and turned into ashes.

A floating flip, avoiding a moving colored light, the black light flies on the top of the colored light, 哧——

The dead body in the west fell down!

The black light and shadow still remain in the human iris, and the new black light has been thrown out from the strange angle behind Meng Fu's shoulders, 嚓——

The dead body in the north is split in half!

Man was in mid-air, shooting four swords and destroying the corpse, but in the blink of an eye, Meng Fuyao twisted his head and threw his shoulders and bones, and shot through the intertwined light, his body's flexibility and agility had reached an amazing peak. .

Then she bounced in midair, shooting straight like a spring, and in an instant she was far away before the smoke.

The non-smoke fingers shook, and the optical network condensed, twisting to Meng Fuyao more densely.

The colorful demon lights that represent the seven paths of reincarnation, containing wind, cloud, thunder, rain, mist, and light, are like a piano controlled by heaven and earth, played on the tips of the hearts of all living beings, each plucked string and finger, teases various sources in the depths of the dantian The real power of the smashed and collided, causing visitors to dance wildly and fall into the dark abyss.

Meng Fuyao's heart beat, and then again.

The sound of thunder suddenly sounded in the depths of the dantian, loudly and loudly, as if someone was hiding there, beating a huge leather drum hard.

The thunderous martial arts she learned, because of the shortest time and the shallowest foundation, was the first to be inspired.

The thunderous thunder that broke people's hearts and liver made her tremble slightly from heart to soul to realizing the true power.

She was slow.

There was a flash of Tsing Yi on the top of his head.

Meng Fu shook his head and made a gesture.

"Are you looking for help?" Feiyan sneered, "It's just one more death!"

Meng Fuyao smiled, and suddenly with a wave of his arm, all the dead bodies in the room flew up and crashed into the mirror. Meng Fuyao's black clothes flashed, and after the bone-shattered zombies, he flew into smoke. !

Even if there is a pile of things blocking it, the eyes are still filled with dazzling smoke. Those invisible or cold or hot light speeds hit the whole body. When they are away from the distance, they are just light. When they reach the body, they become poisonous water or Demon Fire, the pile of things in front of them quickly died out under the constant poisonous water and demon fire. For every point of dying, Meng Fuyao got a little more wound on his body, some were blue and some were red.

Those wounds are not very big, but blood splashes into the bones. The pain is not like a small wound can cause, but like a knife. This is probably a non-smoke * mental attack method to destroy The willpower of the enemy.

Meng Fuyao's willpower will never be easily destroyed. She doesn't stop at any point, doesn't slow down, she is out of her feet, and she punches out!

Fisted in the direction of Feiyan, Feiyan let out a cold snort, and sat still.

In a short time, a hole suddenly broke in the top of my head!

A gleam of blue light, faster and brighter than the moonlight, fell from the hole, like a chasing light, covering the top of a non-cigarette!

Cloud marks!

Meng Fuyao's gesture was to point him to the location of Feiyan below the ground, and then her main attack was to attract Feiyan's attention. Cloud marks broke through the ground, and a sword hit the top of Feiyan's butt.

Fei Yan gave a sneer.

The sneer was like smoke, and she was gone for a while in the basement.

Immediately Meng Fuyao felt cold behind him, before turning around, a cold bone claw suddenly grabbed her vest!

Meng Fu swayed, violently overturned, "cha!"

A piece of black clothing with a piece of flesh and blood fell from behind her, instantly falling into the colorful light net and burning into ashes.

The meteor-like bone claw was fleeting, and fell into the hands of the sneered Feiyan. She had changed positions and instantly moved from the opposite side of Meng Fuyao to behind Meng Fuyao.

Yun Hen's sword fell in the air, but he was very ill. Following the sword's momentum, the sword light swept and shot directly at the "mirror" floating in the air.

Feiyan suddenly appeared in front of the mirror again, with a flick of his sleeves, the mirror swayed away like a wave of water, and the sword light gliding across the cloud marks, when the sharp sword energy passed, the mirror closed again, without a gap.

And when the long sword tried to pick it into the colorful light net, it was stuck and flicked. Hua Guangfei shot sharply and flew the long sword with a snap, causing a cloud mark to stagger.

Feiyan stood there and smiled.

One mirror, two non-smoke.

Meng Fuyao snorted coldly, knowing that there must be a non-smoke or a fake. The key is the mirror. However, the mirror is also transformed by condensation, not a physical entity at all, and there is no way to break it.

As for herself, every time she stays in the colorful light, the Zhen Qi in her body floats by an extra point, like the light net flying horizontally and horizontally, and the dantian Zhen Qi is also faintly twisted together, surging. The breath is unstable.

She tried to rush forward to escape the trap of the light net, but the light net silk generally restrained her. The light beam became thinner and tighter and heavier, pressing heavily on her back. , No matter how much she tossed around, it would be difficult for her to get rid of the shackles of the light net. As the colorful flowing light approached, she could still vaguely hear the woman groaning and crying.

She had a horizontal knife on her back, the blade was upright, desperately resisting the approach of the thing, but her body was gradually falling down, all the wounds were bleeding, she refused to bend down, but her legs gradually began to tremble .

This is not the power from the world, it is built up by the yin qi of the netherworld, and it is not human-powered.

Meng Fuyao resisted.

"Boom."

She was bent on one knee and fell heavily, and the ground sank into a deep pit in an instant, with dirt splashing everywhere.

Feiyan smiled and stood opposite her, his robe moved slightly, and his jaw raised, seeming to appreciate the moment Meng Fuyao bends his knees to her.

Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth, and did not desperately spend her strength to stand up again to fight for this moment. All she thinks now is how to break this damn*. The battle with Feiyan must be done quickly, otherwise The more he consumes, he really has only one way to die.

Feiyan necromancer* must have cultivated here. This is where she exerts her strength most. If she can't pass this level, Jue Yu is really her Meng Fu Yao's Jue Yu!

Fortunately, Meng Fuyao was born with strong resistance to stress, and the more inferior, the more calm she became. She began to try to recall the witchcraft books she had read on the sea, specifically thinking about the top-notch books that no one is good at*. This seems like It is the legendary Seven Souls*.

The seven souls, the souls of the seven women, must also be women who died of blood collapse. After death, they were soaked in wind, rain, mist, thunder and lightning in various climates, absorbed natural energy, and supplemented by witchcraft.

This kind of * hurts women more than men and breaks the law. The book says very vaguely that it is a wish.

Whose wish is related to... whose wish?

Meng Fuyao's heart suddenly shook.

The woman who died of dystocia...

During the day, the words of Lao Ashi suddenly floated across my ears.

"Many women on the island bleed to death when they gave birth to babies... That's Ah Pom's mother."

Among these seven souls... there is Pomfret's mother, right?

Her eyes flashed.

The other side Yun Hen suddenly looked over. She raised her eyes and touched Yun Hen's gaze.

Fighting together more than once, tacitly self-reliant, the two understood each other's meaning in an instant.

"This light net hurts you more than it does to me, you go out first!"

"No!"

"I know you figured out a way! Kill her! Don't then suffer endlessly!"

"You go out!"

Meng Fuyao opened his mouth and made a mouth shape, "Pam."

Yun Hen understood her meaning in an instant, but did not try to withdraw to find the child, but suddenly slid his sword and rushed over.

He dashed straight, and first rushed to the non-smoke in front of the mirror, which was really fake. He scattered the wisp of smoke and went straight into the light array, pushed Meng Fuyao away, and pounced on Fei-smoke.

He leaped forward and opened the empty door wide, completely leaving his vitals to the enemy. Feiyan suddenly raised his head, then raised his finger with a cold snort, but Yun Hen suddenly threw the long sword in his hand far away!

A cyan light flew over the dark room, and a bright arc light was thrown to the other side of the crypt.

Fei Yan never imagined that someone would abandon her only weapon when facing the enemy, her suspicious and cautious character made her subconsciously look at the sword, and the light net she controlled had already fallen in that direction.

Yun Hen took advantage of that moment and pounced on her!

He leaped over, leaped on the woman's body, and pressed his front heart directly on her hand and the light net on her hand.

In the instant room, the screams from the Nether screamed, vaguely bleeding and the skin was scorched by the poisonous fire.

The breath from the body pressing the cloud marks on the light net.

Yun Hen didn't snorted, but she pressed her lips with her pale face and stretched out her hand to hug Feiyan tightly.

The woman was an old virgin all her life. She had never been close by a man, not to mention such a hug with her body entwined and chest, her heart throbbing suddenly, her body softened and her hands loosened.

Yun Hen immediately turned his head and shook his head at Meng Fu.

"Go!"

In this moment, the cloud marks came forward, throwing the sword, and pressing non-smoke with his body, Meng Fuyao suddenly loosened his body, the light net suddenly gathered, and then he saw the cloud marks dripping blood in his eyes. Huo Ran shot and forced her to go!

Go!

Go!

The room is filled with the smell of poisonous fire and rot water burning the skin and flesh, the non-smoke pressed by the cloud mark, the vibration and softness will only last for a while, and then hesitate for a moment, the light net will pass through the cloud mark The body, approach her again!

Passing through the body of the cloud mark...

Meng Fu shook.

She knows the consequences of that.

Dead!

No!

However, the cloud mark presses on the optical net, and immediately hits and is seriously injured. If you don't leave, you will not be able to break the formation if you delay the opportunity, and the same consequence!

That is to die together!

This moment of embarrassment and pain is better than everything in a lifetime!

The optical net flickers.

Non-smoke inhalation.

When Yun Hen saw her motionless, he turned his head in an instant, his eyes pierced through the blood, staring at her, not knowing when there was a small knife between his fingers, and the knife pointed to his own throat!

Go!

Otherwise I will die first!

No smoke is moving.

The light of the light web flickered.

Meng Fuyao suddenly turned his head.

Go!

Don't sacrifice for nothing!

She flew up, kicked her feet on the cave wall, her body flashed like a harrier, and she had already passed out of the crypt!

The black figure flew like electricity in the darkness, and it was already ten feet away in an instant!

Ten zhang away, she looked back in midair, and saw that in the cavernous hole, the suppressed colored light suddenly brightened!

The colorful demon light passing through his body——

Meng Fuyao's eyes were bloody, and crimson tears spurted out of the blood!