"I'm Fu Lan." Fu Lan said softly.
"Fulan..." The man also replied softly.
"Who are you?" Fu Lan continued to ask.
The black cat muttered in Qi Yin's ear: "This smell is too similar, baby, you made a wish when you were young, and planted a brother in the ground in spring, and harvested many brothers in autumn. At that time, the old man was only a child's words, not a child's words. Thinking about it now it’s really coming true.”
Qi Yin: "..."
Together with the skeleton in the tomb of the gods, they found a total of three Fulans. Could it be that there are really countless people in this world who look exactly like Fu Lan, acting and dying in places they don't know about. Qi Yin was full of doubts, how many Fulans are there in this world
The shadow didn't move for a while, he couldn't stand still, he wanted to go over and take a look. A small herring flew out of Fu Lan leisurely and swam towards them. Qi Yin heard Xiao Yu whisper: "Xiao Yin, slowly go around behind him, the cat goes around the other side and blocks him."
The black cat fell silent and disappeared into the darkness at once. Qi Yin also lowered his body, held his breath, walked around the copper pillar, and touched the back of the black shadow. The fire outside was much smaller, and there was no moon. It was too dark in the palace. The guy just stood in the dark corner, and he couldn't see clearly at all. Fu Lan asked persistently, "Who are you? Do you live here?"
The dark shadow seemed to be condensed in the shadow, without saying a word. Qi Yin gradually approached, a curved moon moved out of the dark clouds, and the moonlight poured in, and the shadowy figure gradually became clear. The moonlight finally passed through the window and shone on the stone bricks in the temple. Qi Yin finally saw clearly what that thing looked like, with long hands and feet, dark and gloomy.
It's the black-haired monster!
His face actually already has the outline of the facial features, especially the mouth, which is clearly discernible, and Qi Yin is a little stunned. The moon shadow moved out, and the black-haired monster suddenly found Qi Yin lurking in the darkness, and jumped to the side like a frightened beast. The black cat jumped out of the darkness to stop him, but unfortunately it was too small for him and was kicked away by him. Qi Yin shouted, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you!"
The shadow suddenly turned his head and said to Qi Yin, "Hurt you!"
Qi Yin suddenly understood that this guy couldn't speak at all, he was just learning from them. Fu Lan moved, and the shadow seemed to know that he was the strongest among the three of them, and was very wary of him. As soon as Fu Lan moved, the shadow immediately ducked, Qi Yin stretched out his arms to seal his retreat, but the shadow jumped up, stepping on the copper pillar for three steps and two steps, rushing towards the dome like a cannonball. A hole the size of a washbasin was made, and it flashed without a shadow.
Fu Lan said, "Wait for me here." Immediately stepping on the copper pillar, he walked up the wall like a monkey flying over the eaves, and jumped up in the blink of an eye.
Wait a fart! Qi Yin didn't even think about it, and climbed up holding the pillar. Out of the hole, the Shinto Pavilion below is full of witch corpses. The chasing of Fu Lan and the shadow was too loud, attracting a lot of witch corpses. They climbed up the ridge of the water eaves like spiders, crawling around with their hands and feet on the ground, which was very terrifying. Qi Yin had a shadow on the spider, and his scalp was numb, so he hurriedly chased after Fu Lan, Gui Mei opened the way, and the black cat led the way in front of him. Fu Lan chased extremely fast, like a black lightning bolt, which disappeared and reappeared in the night, catching up with the shadow in a moment, and the two quickly scuffled together.
Fu Lan obviously didn't want to hurt him, and never made a killing move. Wrapped together, they rolled down the ridge, shattering tiles along the way, and falling like crackling snowflakes. At the same time, a large number of witch corpses gathered here like dogs smelling meat, looking down from the roof ridge, it was like a confluence of tides. Qi Yin secretly said that it was not good. The moment Fu Lan rolled down the eaves, an arm as thick as the mouth of a bowl suddenly pierced the window panel of the temple and held him in the palm of his hand. A gigantic bull horn head broke through the door panel, and the whole witch corpse came out and stood in the moonlight.
However, the next moment, the hands of the demon cow and witch corpse began to freeze, and the ice balls spread densely to the arm. The demon cow and witch corpse let out a loud roar, and his arm shook, which actually shattered the ice seal. His fists tightened, as if he was about to squeeze Fu Lan to death in the palm of his hand. Qi Yin slashed over with a sword, and the cold light arrived in an instant, cutting off his entire arm at the root.
Fu Lan jumped up from the palm of the demon cow, and at the same time, the bone-cutting knife came out of its sheath, first cut horizontally and then vertically. Fu Lan landed on one knee and looked up to see that the shadow had disappeared. Qi Yin rushed to his side and shouted, "Stop chasing, the ancestors are here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Lan held his head, and the two fell to the ground at the same time. Qi Yin buried her whole face in the soil and ate a mouthful of mud. As soon as they bowed their heads, they heard a flapping of wings above their heads, and Fei Lian Caiwu rolled over their heads.
The black cat shouted from the roof: "Run east! Less east!"
The two got up and ran away, surrounded by dense corpses of witches. Some had broken heads, chasing after them with their necks crooked. This time, I have been hungry for thousands of years and finally saw the meat, and they all rushed forward as if they were dying. Qi Yin struggled to steer his sword, splitting ten sword shadows for the first time in the world, weaving them into sword formations and falling down, blood and flesh flying like rain, Qi Yin's vision was bright red.
"Another group is coming, cross the bridge ahead and head north!" The black cat roared.
The more the witch corpses ran, the more human-faced bird corpses and flying demon moths were waiting for their lives on their heads, like rolling dark clouds covering the top. Qi Yin roared, "Master Cat, you are referring to a dead end!"
"I'm afraid that all the witch corpses in Bashan are coming, and the road is blocked!" The black cat shouted.
The witch corpse gradually formed a circle, and they were blocked in the middle, with no way to escape. Qi Yin's heart is as cold as snow, is it really here today? If Wu Yuli knew that Bai Lu's only physical body was gone, he wondered if he would vomit blood on the spot. Fu Lan looked up and saw several human-faced bird corpses hovering above his head, he said, "Xiao Yin, prepare!"
Qi Yin was stunned for a moment, and Fu Lan lifted his collar by the back. Immediately, his body became lighter, and Fu Lan threw him out as if he threw a chicken. The force of the swing was too great, and Qi Yin's back collar was torn, and the night wind was like a pigeon, and it was cold and shaded.
"What are you doing, brother!" Qi Yin hissed loudly.
A pair of iron pincer-like bird claws grabbed him, and Qi Yin was caught in the middle of the human-faced bird. Fu Lan took the black cat and jumped up, stepping on the head of a witch corpse, and actually turned over and sat on the back of the human-faced bird. Qi Yin immediately understood the intention of this fellow. Once they stepped on the sword and flew, they couldn't defend themselves against the sword. Fu Lan wanted to use the human-faced bird as a mount, so that they could both escape and defend the sword.
"Xiaoyin, give me Guiwu!" Fu Lan leaned down from the back of the human-faced bird.
Qi Yin struggled to throw Gui Mei up, Fu Lan caught Gui Mei, and as soon as he held the hilt of the sword, the frost was densely crawling towards his wrist. Fu Lan flipped his wrist, Gui Mei whimpered, and was forcibly unsealed. It fell like rusted patent leather, revealing the cold and moon-like blade. Fu Lan put one foot on the bird's head, forcing it to fly eastward, with a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and a bone-deep killing intent burst out in his dark eyes.
Feng Huan Yu Jian Jue.
In an instant, a hurricane seemed to swirl in the air, and the sword light and sword light were intertwined into an invisible vortex, and all the corpse birds and moth groups near the vortex were chopped into pieces. The corpse fell, mixed with moth wings, and Fu Lan stood firmly in the middle like an iron knife soaked in frost.
They rushed out of the corpse group like sharp arrows, and the human-faced bird was quickly overwhelmed and swooped to the ground. The long neck was completely broken, and the golden mask on his face was dented. Qi Yin was wrapped in a bird's claws, and fell to the ground, and his hands and feet were scratched. The bird corpse pressed down on the top, until he was almost out of breath. Fu Lan dragged him out from under the bird's corpse, and Qi Yin shouted, "I won't die under it next time!"
They fled north, and the black corpse tide was chasing after them. Qi Yin was really tired, and she lost consciousness when she ran. The shrine was huge, the marble shrine stretched, pale as water in the moonlight. There are canals and steps on both sides, and the animal mouth is embedded under the stone ledge, which is the underdrain of the temple. When it rains, water will flow out of the animal mouth to ensure that the temple will not be flooded by water. They cut down three batches of witch corpses in a row, and another batch of witch corpses caught up, and Qi Yin was almost desperate. At this moment, the starry sky suddenly moved, and the stars were like surging water waves, scrambling to retreat westward. All the witches froze like iron, and then walked backwards. The sky lit up, the lofty domes of the temple lit up one after another, the sunset glowed across the sky, the sun rose in the west, the day passed by like a white horse, night fell, and a white full moon rose in the east.
The two and one cat were stunned, this scene was too spectacular, it was like... going back in time!
"I understand!" The black cat murmured, "Do you still remember the 'Blessed Land' I said before? The time here is different from the time outside, and it is very likely to be stuck in a certain year, a certain month or a certain day. . Now it confirms the old man's guess, the time it stagnated is one day. This day will keep repeating and repeating. We just arrived at the end of the hour, and when we reached the critical point, we went back in time and returned to the beginning of this day. "
"This time it's really a motherfucker's knowledge," Qi Yin looked around, "Master Cat, what do you think happened at the beginning of this day? We won't be so stubborn, we just happened to meet the Bashan Temple Wuzhu annihilated..."
The enchantment on the dome suddenly moved, like a stone thrown into the water, causing a few ripples. Immediately afterwards, as if a torrential rain fell, huge ripples rose and fell on the transparent barrier. This is someone attacking the enchantment of the temple outside, and the enchantment is resisting the attack. Immediately, many gods and witches appeared in the palace, all of them wearing white deer masks, cloaks and animal skins, and the silver bells on their ankles jingled.
"Xiaoyin, next time you talk nonsense, I will let the fool seal your mouth!" The black cat roared in a collapsed way.
"I was wrong! I didn't mean to!" Qi Yin followed Fu Lan and ran away. They crouched under a set of steps, but fortunately Wu Zhu went to the center of the enchantment, and no one found them.
"The thieves attack the mountain! The thieves attack the mountain!"
"The northern barrier is broken!"
"The western barrier is broken!"
"Go to the formation eye and help Lord Wushou!"
Wu Zhu flocked to the White Deer Hall like a tide of ants, the barrier on the dome was like a thin layer of water, and soon there were a few more holes, with the hole as the center, and the surrounding area evaporated little by little. The flow of spiritual power rose from all over the temple and merged into the dome.
"Why is their barrier as brittle as an egg shell?" Qi Yin muttered.
The black cat said in a low voice: "Look carefully, the attacks from outside are regular, first the Eastern Change Heaven Dou Su, then the Northern Xuantian Wei Su, the Southeast Yang Tian Yi Su, and finally the Central Jun Tian Jiao Su. It's like the outside. People know where the barrier is most vulnerable, and they know the barrier well."
The enchantment of the sky is completely evaporated, and it dissipates as quickly as flying smoke. In the stream of light, a man in white stepped on a giant ghost-faced butterfly and descended from the moonlight. He had extremely beautiful eyebrows and the warmest smile in the world, but he also had the coldest heart in the world.
All Wu Zhu were stunned, and someone shouted: "Who is that?"
The old man among the gods and witches murmured, "The devil is back, the devil is back!"
Wu Yuli said with a smile: "It's been a long time, and we meet again today. I can't believe that after a thousand years, you still use the Quartet Spirit Formation Barrier Formation I drew. Thankfully, it saves me a lot of trouble. "
The beautiful man played the bone flute, and the familiar ballads flew into the wind, the melody folded and folded, like swirling snowflakes passing through the Shinto temple. Flying all over the sky, the demon moths came from afar, flapping their wings. Fei Lian's whispered whispers heralded a boundless disaster. Those demon moths swooped to the ground and instantly enveloped the witch group below. They bit Wu Zhu's neck and got in. Wu Zhu shivered with epileptic convulsions, and then roared towards his companions.
The moths arrived in an instant, almost obscuring the sky and the moon in their numbers. Qi Yin and the others stood up and ran towards the Chun Wood Forest. Qi Yin turned around at the last moment. The man was standing on the corner of the roof. Under the full moon, his white clothes were fluttering in the wind. Blood and flames were never in him. He was stained in the slightest, as if all these sins and killings had nothing to do with him.