Fifth brother has transformed, from a slow-witted person who likes to jump up and down, to a horrifying zombie, which has become uglier. WWw!QUanbEn-xIAoShUo!COm
With Qin Zhui at the bottom of the bowl of wine, Fifth Brother was not afraid of Wen Leyang no matter how ugly he was, but the corpse evil's sudden increase in strength really frightened him. He destroyed two masters of Eyang Road with just a raise of his hand, calmly dodged Lei Xinsha, and finally turned the entire City God's Temple into a place of evil!
Chi Maojiu stood in the circle guarded by the poisonous undercurrent, looking at the dense white hair of the Han Demon in front of him, not daring to move. He asked Wen Leyang in fear: "Is this the fifth brother of the Han Demon a good guy or a bad guy?"
Wen Leyang actually laughed and shook his head: "Whoever wants to kill us is not a good person." From the beginning, he put the fifth brother Hanbao on the opposite side, and he knew it clearly in his mind. But then the short winter melon suddenly appeared, putting him in a situation where it was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. He was indecisive with a loudspeaker and missed the opportunity. Now he has put everything aside. Only the words life and death are left in his mind, but his heart is pure. Come down.
After hearing Wen Leyang's words, Xiao Chi Maojiu first thought it was a wise saying that made him enlightened. Then after thinking about it carefully, he realized that these words were not ordinary tasteless. He shook his head with a wry smile and changed the subject: "Why hasn't the Han Demon come in? ?”
The young leader Liu Zheng, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. He smiled at Wen Leyang and Xiao Chi Maojiu and said, "Because this corpse demon released the White-haired Sha not to deal with you at all..." His words Before he could finish speaking, a dull and oppressive horn horn sound, full of killing and anger, came from outside the City God's Temple!
As the dull horn sounded, a thunderous shout suddenly exploded from above everyone's heads: "Kunlun, slay the demon!"
Immediately, countless solemn chants poured into Wen Leyang's eardrums one after another from all directions! The entire drought-stricken land trembled violently. The thick white hair that almost covered the sky and the sun made a rustling sound. It was visible to the naked eye that it began to shrink, becoming thinner and shorter.
The great monk Xizhi, who was discussing with the honest boy Luo Wanggen to borrow clothes, was stunned when he heard the horn. Then he widened his big copper bell eyes and asked Liu Zheng: "Kunlun Corner? Are you all from Kunlun Road here?!"
Liu Zheng nodded: "All the 72 senior sword masters and 343 brothers from the three mountains and nine palaces of East Kunlun, West Kunlun and Central Kunlun are here!"
The guy from Yizigong was good at wielding a stick. Judging from his demeanor and age, he must be the junior brother of Wei Laosan who died in Mount Emei. He had always been very kind to Wen Leyang and explained to him in a low voice: "Kunlun Corner is the rallying cry for Kunlun Taoist priests. Hey, Kunlun Pai has been prepared for it. We have become a reference point for others." This man sees things thoroughly and speaks very understandably.
Wen Leyang understood now. The fifth brother Hanbao summoned the evil place. It was not to deal with myself or the police at all. With his ability to easily avoid Lei Xinsha. If you want to kill a few of your own people, you don't need so many tricks. He called out the evil spirit of drought. It was because a large number of Kunlun masters were approaching.
The great monk Xizhi curled his lips somewhat disapprovingly: "Kunlun Daoquan is here. It may not be able to deal with that zombie. This monster is much more powerful than the Weeping Buddha I encountered in Wenjia Village a while ago."
The young master Liu Zheng smiled confidently: "My master, he is also here. I will punish you today..." Liu is the disciple of the previous generation Kunlun Tao master Zhenren. Originally, he was inconspicuous among his brothers. But when the leader dies. But the mantle was passed on to him. Anyone who is on the path of cultivation will know this.
He hasn't finished speaking yet. The great monk Xizhi interrupted him in confusion: "Isn't your master dead?"
Liu Zheng glanced at the great monk. Not polite at all: "Your master just died!"
The great monk Xizhi has a bad temper. But be realistic. Nodding: "Yes. My master is dead..."
Liu Zheng had no intention of quarreling with the monk. He shook his head and roughly explained: "The Master is my nominal master, and my mentor is someone else. His uncle was seriously injured in Shanghai fifteen days ago. Kunlun The road has reached this point, and now this monster has finally revealed its whereabouts."
Before Wen Leyang could say anything, the great monk screamed strangely as if his tail had been stepped on: "Fifteen days ago?! The mute bell of the Great Mercy Temple trembled because of you...Uncle Master?"
The master of Yizi Gongji also narrowed his eyes, his eyes filled with shock. The strength of the Wufu family may be strong or weak, but excluding the two rabbit demons hidden in the Great Mercy Temple, their strength is not much different. But now there is a master who can make the dumb bell vibrate hidden in Kunlun Dao. This news was really shocking to the great monk and the people in Yizigong.
Liu Zheng smiled noncommittally. The usual joking has long since disappeared. The young face was full of stability that was not commensurate with his age, and he ignored the surprise of others. He just said lightly: "Later, everyone, please sit on the wall and watch, watch my Kunlun Dao method of slaying monsters."
Wen Leyang frowned tightly. He asked tentatively in a low voice: "The person who hurt your uncle is this fifth brother Hanbao?"
Liu Zheng glanced at him in surprise: "Who else besides him?"
Wen Leyang frowned and said nothing, something was wrong.
Qin Zhui held Tang Dao with both hands from the side, and his face was filled with sincere excitement: "When will we do it?"
Liu Zheng continued to smile confidently: "It's almost time, Master is destroying the evil!"
The majestic trumpets that sounded repeatedly echoed in the reinforced concrete jungle, getting louder and more majestic, as if they were solid and even the sky was blocked, but there was no sound from Brother Hanbao's fifth brother. With the movement, the white hair in the City God's Temple shrank faster and faster. Finally, Wen Leyang's eyes lit up, and his vision was no longer hindered.
The white hair that was originally thicker than the towering trees now only reaches the knees. Although it is still thick, its momentum has been reduced by an unknown amount compared to before.
However, the white-haired Hansha on the edge of the Chenghuang Temple still stood tall, firmly blocking the police who wanted to rush in from outside.
The City God's Temple, which was originally annihilated and seemed to have spread bad luck, resurfaced. On the roof of almost every shop around Wen Leyang, there were Kunlun Taoist priests in white robes, with flying swords circling beside them to protect themselves. The famous Taoist priest looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Fifth Brother, who had turned into a corpse, was standing with his hands down, seemingly ignoring the danger around him. The gloomy yellow eyes were firmly fixed on a middle-aged Taoist with a majestic face and a majestic expression in mid-air. Short Winter Melon Leyang Wen has disappeared.
Liu Zheng immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times respectfully to the middle-aged Taoist priest floating quietly in the air, and then returned to his original playful expression. He stood up and waved to the middle-aged Taoist priest in mid-air: "Old man, don't stand too high. There might be police snipers outside..."
For the first time in his life, Wen Leyang saw a person suspended in mid-air. This was an enclave, and his skills must be huge. The old rabbit demon was not happy with his nearly two thousand years of cultivation. He usually jumped around and never saw him flying.
The end of the sky. A layer of dark clouds, carrying a thunderous roar, rushed towards the City God's Temple. Wen Leyang had seen it before, and it was the Wanjian Guizong of Kunlun Dao.
A moment later, the dark clouds composed of countless flying swords had firmly suppressed the sky above the City God's Temple. Every cold sword pointed arrogantly at Brother Hanbao. The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand slightly, and the endless Kunlun Horn and the sonorous Taoist slogans came to an abrupt end, and suddenly there was only an extremely oppressive silence left in the world.
A middle-aged Taoist priest who was suspended in the air and could only be described as beautiful, and an ugly and shriveled corpse with a tall frame standing proudly with his hands behind his back, were facing each other quietly.
After a while, the middle-aged Taoist priest in the air spoke slowly and asked Brother Hanbao in an unhurried manner: "Can you speak?"
The Taoist priest spoke out. A dense layer of goosebumps appeared on Wen Leyang's back and Xiao Yi's forehead at the same time. The middle-aged Taoist priest had thin skin and tender flesh, like a clean Tang Sanzang, but his voice was hoarse to the extreme, as if I had just drank two ounces of concentrated sulfuric acid, and I felt like a person who was born without vocal cords and used his own trachea to vibrate to make a sound.
The little Taoist priest Liu Zheng explained to Wen Leyang in a low voice: "Master has been injured before and hurt his throat..."
Wen Leyang didn't want to pursue these things, so he nodded and replied casually: "It's hard for you."
Liu Zheng was stunned: "Why is it difficult?"
"It's hard for you to listen to his teachings for so many years."
Brother Hanbao fifth nodded to the middle-aged Taoist in the air, indicating that he could speak. The connection between the neck and the head. There was a cracking sound of bones rubbing together.
The middle-aged Taoist priest laughed with a laugh that could scare the night owl to tears: "I'm a poor Taoist, there is something..."
Brother Hanbao didn't wait for him to finish. He spat out one word directly: "Ask." The goosebumps that had not dissipated on Wen Leyang and Xiao Yi's skin surged up again with this word. After Brother Hanbao turned into a corpse, his voice turned out to be a clear childish voice. With his eyes closed, it sounded like a three or four-year-old child acting coquettishly, much more immature than Ah Dan's babbling.
Taoist Master Tianshu's eyes wandered away for a moment before he continued: "Where is Hydra Prime Minister Liu?"
Wen Leyang's heart skipped a beat. Shouldn't the Hydra Liu Xiang still be restrained on Black and White Island? According to Zhui Zi, the day Liu Xiang escaped was the day when Master Chang Li should be punished by heaven. If Liu Xiang had already escaped After arriving at Black and White Island, the civet should have been struck by lightning now. Wen Leyang couldn't wait to find a place to check to see where thunderstorms had occurred across the country in recent days.
However, Brother Hanbao, the fifth brother, seemed not to understand what the Heavenly Book said: "Who is Prime Minister Liu?"
Tianshu's voice was so hoarse that you couldn't tell whether it was angry or sharp: "You don't know who Prime Minister Liu is? You didn't kill the monster to seize Yuan just to save that monster's life!"
Fifth Brother's tone was very calm, with only two simple words: "No."
"That monster has escaped physically. Only the demon essence can replenish its vitality." On the forehead of Tianshu, a streak of evil spirits flashed away, which made Wen Leyang feel indescribably uncomfortable: "In the past two thousand years, the world's You have killed all the great demons, so Prime Minister Liu should have completed his merits and be ready to bring disaster to the world, right?"
Brother Hanbao's fifth brother still said the same two words: "No!"
Wen Leyang quietly pulled the young master Liu Zheng, who was looking up at the sky, and asked in a low voice: "Who is your master?"
Killing the demon to capture the essence turned out to be to preserve the soul of the nine-headed monster Liu Xiang.
But Wen Leyang couldn't figure it out no matter what, why the descendant of Huacheng who had been asked by Resurrection Awl to go to the important Black and White Island was actually in the same group as the corpse demon who killed the demon and rescued Liu Xiang.
This contradiction between opposites is logically more acute than the contradiction between Viagra and Wangzi steamed buns (remember the efficacy of steamed buns).
Liu Zheng's expression showed a bit of pride and admiration: "Master, he is a swordsman who protects the heavens in the hidden world!"
Wen Leyang was stunned and repeated in a low voice: "The swordsman who protects the heaven in hiding?"
These seven words seemed familiar to him. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)