A long-lost voice sounded in front of him, and Gu Yi suppressed his gaze, and saw a wisp of red smoke floating from nowhere, drawing out a vague figure, unable to see the appearance, and the rhythm of the smoke seemed vague.
White disciple!
At a glance, Gu Yi recognized that the smoke in front of him was a white disciple. To be precise, it was made by the soul of his enslavement, not the real body. He wanted to use this to meet himself.
The corners of his mouth rose immediately, and said: "I guess again, this trap is not against me, right?"
There was a quiet voice in the smoke: "The skin on the street is filled with blood, and the bones are built by the ghosts to sing. The wind swallows the wind and the wind blows, and the long street is full of people. This plan is indeed not right for you, but if you dare to come to me, you must use force. I will send you to death this time."
After all, the smoke drifted away, the madness of the people in the street intensified, the long street drank blood, the sky gradually rose in blood, and the whole world was blood red!
At this time, Gu Yi’s phone vibrated...
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ten minutes later.
The three of Miss Qi, who was closest to the hotel, returned to the Fulin Hotel. At this time, due to the bloody incident in the central business district, both the staff and residents of the hotel had run clean, and the lobby was empty and empty. The excitement of an hour ago formed a strong sense of contrast.
Miss Qi is holding the mobile phone in her hand, the signal above has become a blank, the call has ended, only a text message reminds: Fulin Hotel gathering on the roof...
Following this text message, the three people who returned to the hotel quickly took the elevator to the top floor. Just as they were about to push the door on the top of the building through the fire elevator, Miss Qi's movements suddenly stopped, with a bad feeling. Rise in the bottom of my heart.
"Since it's here, why not see me?"
Ga...
At this moment, a low male voice rang outside the door, the door opened in response, and the scene on the roof of the building came into view:
It is not much different from the rooftop of an ordinary building. The terrain is empty, and the whole scene can be seen at a glance. The eyes are easily attracted by the people present, and the four figures are noticed at a glance.
Those were four men of different ages. The most striking of them was a man in a suit sitting on the armchair. He was sitting on the edge of the parapet with his back to the roof, unable to see his appearance, and holding him in his hands. A cup of red sex, I don't know if it's wine or blood. What's even more strange is that when looking at him, the body will unknowingly give rise to goose bumps. The murderous aura exuded in that quiet expression is extremely rich!
Miss Qi stared at him like this for ten seconds, and then she spoke, and said in an inaudible tone: "You will die there, right? The method is really insidious and clever, and it can intercept this lady's special encrypted signal frequency. It's amazing to lead me to this!"
Speaking of observing the man, he still didn't make any movements, as if he didn't exist at all, then he laughed again: "I heard that you have always been good at eyes and low hands. I saw it today and it is indeed well-deserved. You disdain to talk to this lady, right? Well, I will ignore you, bye, go!..."
"and many more!"
After all, Miss Qi has a wealth of knowledge. At a glance, she can see that the four people in front of her are unfathomable. She and others can never be opponents. If you decide to pay attention, you will go off the road. Naturally, you will completely ignore the yelling of the other party. When I was about to snatch down the corridor, I didn't want to. At this moment, a fierce wind suddenly exploded, and then only a dark shadow flashed, and the thigh of the companion at the back was instantly penetrated by the object, and he was firmly nailed to the ground!
"This, this is King Feather Spear!?"
Miss Qi was shocked at first, and then lost her attitude when she saw the incoming object. She never expected to see the first of the seven weapons lost by the military strategist in this situation!
"Didn't I ask you to wait, why are you not obedient?"
Shicai’s voice sounded again, and it was the same person who spoke when she opened the door. Miss Qi raised her eyes and saw his appearance: thin and tall, forty years old, sallow complexion, dry skin without a trace of luster, look. Go up like a drug addict.
But when he saw him walking up to King Yu's spear, he didn't even look at the soldier's disciple. He drew his spear and swept his head off the soldier's disciple who was about to fight back, and half of his body was sprayed with blood from his neck.
"Wang Jun! Asshole!"
When someone came to kill people casually, another soldier from the military strategist saw that his brother who was in distress was in a different place on his head, his eye sockets suddenly cracked, and he waved his hand to sprinkle the sky with red sand. The fire light completely enveloped the tall and thin man in an instant!
"Go... uh!..."
The technique was successfully used. The soldier disciple just wanted to say something, but didn't want the light to change suddenly. A long spear was handed out from it. In a blink of an eye, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and he had been pierced by the spear!
The fire dissipated, and the thin and tall man's face was covered with blood and dust. He raised his hand and shook his gun, and threw the body of the soldier's disciple away, facing the last Miss Qi, grinning: "It's you."
Miss Qi trembled all over, and two of her companions died in a blink of an eye. She even had no time to move. She hated and regretted, and sadness gradually appeared in her eyes. She stretched her right hand into the clothes and whispered an inexplicable word: "This, Is it sad..."
Speaking, slowly drew out a sharp sword, this sword is very long, I don't know how she hides it before, and I don't see any strangeness at all.
Seeing this sword, there was a sense of danger, and the thin and tall man's eyes flashed: "Sorrowful sword..."
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Ten minutes later.
Du Chi arrived, seeing the tragedy here, Miss Qi was in a coma without knowing her life and death. There were two corpses in the field, and a man with broken legs was suturing his legs with needles and blood, and the blood ran to the ground.
In addition, there are three people standing aside, doing their own things, as if they were okay.
Du Chi frowned for a while, walked straight behind the man in the suit, and said together: "Little monk Du Chi, I have seen Senior White."
"Hey..."
There was a dry laugh from the man in the suit, which was considered to be in response to Du Chi’s meeting words, and then raised his finger to the distant central business district and said in a very out-of-tune voice: "Little monk, last time I said you and I have a lot of origin, this time Do you believe it?"
This is the forty-floor top floor of Fulin Hotel, which is considered to be one of the tallest buildings in Xiling. You can see the whole picture of Xiling at a glance. Du Chi followed his fingers and saw that Xiling’s central business district was covered by bloody mist. , I don't see the inner phase, there is even a feeling of heaven and earth inverted in a dim room, extremely weird.
Seeing this, Du Chi finally understood what Bai Tu meant: It turned out that he had been to Huakong Temple, and had seen the relics of earth arts, and understood a trace of its true meaning, otherwise it would never be possible to make up such a strange formation.
Said: "Turn the terrain upside down. It turns out that the senior is a distinguished guest from Huakong Temple."
"Qua Ga... This deity's Flesh Workshop did draw on the true meaning of Huakong Temple's earth skills, the little monk, reading in your temple has some connection with the deity, you can just retreat, I will not kill you." The white disciple said and drank the cup. However, the **** still couldn't moisturize his vocal vocal tract, the tone was still dry, and it still sounded so uncomfortable.
"Thank you, senior." The unexpected Du Chi nodded, and continued: "Senior is witty and smart, and has recovered his former strength in a short time. The little monk knows that he is not a senior opponent, so he retreats, but this Miss Qi The little monk couldn't help but save him, so he dared to ask senior to raise his hand and let her go."
"No way."
"So, the little monk has to offend."
"Quack..."
Squeak... (End of this chapter)