The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 103: Hate birth twenty-first 6

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Su She slammed into a mahogany cylinder and spewed a blood on the spot. The two monks guarding the door of the temple were also caught by Yu *, and could not afford to lie on the ground.

A figure in purple clothing crossed the threshold and steadily entered the hall.

The weather outside the temple was turbulent, but the person was not getting wet, but the purple color of the clothes was slightly darker. Holding an oil-paper umbrella in the left hand, the raindrops crackled against the umbrella, water splashes, and the cold light of the purple electric power in the right hand was still rampant. The look on his face was more gloomy than this thunderstorm night.

Jin Ling sat up suddenly and shouted, "Oh!"

Jiang Cheng's gaze swept over, coldly: "Yeah! You know how to call me now, what did you run before!"

After speaking, he turned his gaze and deliberately or unintentionally threw them at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

The two lines of sight have not yet docked, and Su She has used his saber to level up and reluctantly got up and stabs at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng hadn't shot yet, and a few dogs barked. The black-maned spirit dog generally flew in from outside the temple and flew towards Su She.

When Wei Wuxian heard the barking of the dog, his hair suddenly turned upside down, and he shrank into Lan Wangji's arms, and the spirit flew away: "Lan Zhan!"

Lan Wangji has already embraced him consciously, and responded, "Huh!"

Wei Wuxian said, "Hug me!"

Lan Wangji said: "already hugged."

Wei Wuxian said, "Hug me !!!"

Lan Wangji tightened him even more.

Without looking at the picture, just listening to the sound, Jiang Cheng's face muscles and the corners of his mouth are jerking. He seemed to want to look at it, and now he completely controlled his neck. Several monks from the Lanling Jin family rushed out from behind the palace, holding swords around them. Jiang Cheng sneered and waved his right hand, dancing a dazzling purple rainbow inside the Guanyin Temple. People who were touched by this purple rainbow were blown out, and the oil-paper umbrella was still firmly supported on it. In his left hand. The monks fell into a slump, and were still convulsed by electricity. Jiang Cheng put away his umbrella.

Su She was snarled by the black-maned spirit dog, Jin Ling shouted: "Fairy! Watch out! Fairy, bit him! Bit his hand!"

Lan Xichen yelled, "Jiang Zong, beware of the piano!"

If the voice doesn't fall, one or two piano sounds come from behind the Guanyin Temple. However, Jiang Cheng had once suffered a loss from already at the mass grave post, and he was very alert. When the string sounded, he kicked on the ground and provoked a monk with his toes to fall. Long sword, throwing a paper umbrella in his left hand, catching the sword, pulling out the three poisons in his waist with his right hand, holding one sword in each hand, and violently intersecting.

The two swords rub against each other, making an extremely sharp noise, overshadowing the evil melody.

A very effective way to crack!

There is only one shortcoming-this sound is really terrible!

It sounds as if the ears are about to be pierced by this terrible noise. For the people of Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji who were born in the Sulan family, they are intolerable, and both of them are slightly wrinkled. eyebrow. But Lan Wangji was holding Wei Wuxian dutifully and unable to cover his ears, so Wei Wuxian was shaking his dog while he reached out to help him cover it.

Jiang Cheng hardened his face, holding the sword in both hands, while making such a terrible magical sound, he pushed towards the back of the temple. But before he kills Jin Guangyao, who hides in the dark, Jin Guangyao covers his ears and walks out.

He didn't hold the thin strings, Jiang Cheng stopped the noise-making action for a while.

Lan Xichen said, "The strings are around his waist."

Jin Guangyao said: "Second brother, you don't need to do this. Even if the strings are in my hand now, Jiang Zongzhu has been scratching so much, I can't play."

Jiang Cheng lifted his sword at him, Jin Guangyao ducked and said, "Jiang Zong, how did you get here?"

Jiang Cheng does n’t talk to him. Jin Guangyao ’s spiritual strength is not as strong as he is. He is afraid to face it directly, and can only continue to dodge flexibly. Come here? The fairy must have given you the way. Hey, it was the black-haired man who was sent by me, but he didn't give me a bit of face. "

Wei Wuxian was held tightly by Lan Wangji, and he was not so scared when he heard the dog barking, and he could free his mind to think, whispering: "What does Jin Guangyao want to do? At this time, I still have to talk about my family ??? "

Lan Wangji didn't speak, Wei Wuxian didn't hear him answer, he was puzzled, looked up, it turned out that he was still covering Lan Wangji's ears, and Lan Wangji didn't hear him at all, no wonder Answered, let go quickly.

At this time, Jin Guangyao's dialect suddenly turned around and laughed: "Zong, what are you doing? From now on, my eyes have been dodging and I dare not look over there. Is there anything there?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Why can't he dare to see ... probably a bit disgusting, don't want to see it. But it doesn't matter ... probably."

Jin Guangyao also said: "Still hiding? There is nothing there, there is your brother. Are you really chasing Aling and found it here?"

Jiang Cheng growled, "Otherwise? Who else can I look for?!"

Lan Xichen said, "Don't answer him!"

Jin Guangyao is used to speaking rhetorically. As soon as Jiang Cheng starts to talk to him, he will be distracted by his emotions and involuntarily be affected. Jin Guangyao said, "Well, Mr. Wei, did you see that? Your brother and sister didn't come to see you and didn't even want to look at you."

Wei Wuxian laughed: "You're weird to King Zong. Jiang Zong's attitude towards me is not the first day."

Wen Yan, the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth twisted slightly, and the back of the hand holding Zidian's green tendons was raised.

Jin Guangyao turned to Jiang Cheng again, sighing long and short: "Jiang Zong, it's not easy to be your brother."

Listening to Jin Guangyao, Wei Wuxian became more alert.

Jin Guangyao completely ignored whether Jiang Cheng was listening to him or not, and said with a smile on his own: "Zong Zong, I heard that you had a fight yesterday in Lianhuawu for no reason, holding a sword everywhere Run, everybody is called. "

Jiang Cheng's expression suddenly became extremely terrifying.

Wei Wuxian sat up suddenly from Lan Wangji's arms, and his heartbeat was also violent.

A voice in his heart said: "My sword? Is it casual? I didn't throw Wenning there anyway? No, I didn't see him holding it yesterday to today ... Why did it fall into Jiang Cheng's hands? Now! Why would Jiang Cheng want someone to draw a sword? Did he pull it himself? "

Being tense, Lan Wangji reached out and stroked his back twice, and Wei Wuxian returned to his senses. Those two strokes seemed to smooth his mood, making him a little calmer.

Jin Guangyao's eyes were refined, and he said, "I have heard that no one can pull out that sword, but you yourself □□. This is strange, I am very curious, can you ask me for me? Unsure, what's going on? "

Jiang Cheng summoned Zidian and Sandu together, angrily: "Less to talk nonsense!"

Jin Guangyao said, "Okay, this is nonsense, I won't say any more. Then let's say something else. Master Jiang, you are truly amazing. The youngest owner, rebuild Yunmeng Jiang with one person. I am waiting for admiration. But I remember that you have never been better than Mr. Wei. Could you please tell me how you counterattacked after the shooting of the sun? Did you take any panacea! "

The word "Jindan" is clear and sharp. Jiang Cheng's five senses were almost out of position, and the purple electricity also gave off dangerous white light. Under the chaos of his mind, there was a flaw in his action.

Jin Guangyao waited for the flaw in this moment, throwing out the hidden strings for a long time. Jiang Cheng immediately returned to meet him, and the purple electric wire and strings were entangled. Jin Guangyao felt a numbness in his palms and immediately withdrew. However, he immediately chuckled and waved another string in his left hand, attacking Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji!

Jiang Cheng's pupils shrank sharply, and he split his hand and turned the direction of the purple electricity to cut the string. Jin Guangyao took the opportunity to pull out the sabre that had been wrapped around his waist, and pierced Jiang Cheng's heart!

Jin Ling loses his voice: "Oh!"

Jiang Cheng covered his chest with a pale face.

Blood was pouring from his fingers and quickly dipping his chest into a purple-black color. After the purple electric wire intercepted the string, it instantly turned back into the silver ring and put it back on his hand. When the owner loses too much blood or is seriously injured, the spirit consciousness will consciously recover the form with the least loss.

Jin Guangyao took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his soft sword, and wrapped it around his waist. On the ground, the monks of the Kings of Lanling climbed up in pairs. Su She also came back from the outside with heavy rain. The black-maned spirit dog was a bit of bonelessness. When someone saw his back, he was very brave. When he could n’t fight, he ran away immediately and ran faster than anyone else. Let him catch it, his face resentful. Jin Guangyao glanced at these subordinates and shook his head.

Jin Ling has already rushed forward to support Jiang Cheng, Lan Xichen said: "Do not move around, help him sit slowly."

Although he received a sword from his chest, Jiang Cheng is not dead, just for the time being, it is not suitable to move, and it is not convenient to use spiritual power. He doesn't like being helped, and said to Jin Ling: "Get out."

Jin Ling knows that he is still running around with anger, consciously loses money, dares not to collide, and thinks to Lan Wangji without thinking: "Han Guangjun, is there a futon?"

The four futons they originally sat on were all found by Lan Wangji, but there are only four in this hall. For a moment of silence, Lan Wangji stood up and pushed the one he sat aside.

Jin Ling busyly said: "Thank you! No need, I still take my own ..."

Lan Wangji said, "No need."

After speaking, I sat down next to Wei Wuxian. Two people sat on the same futon, but they were not too crowded.

The positions were freed up for him, and Jin Ling dragged Jiang Cheng to sit over.