My brother carried the doomsday

Chapter 71 71. Door

Bang!
The painted skin shattered.

Chi Chi!
There are more than a dozen weird nuns withered.

The two are constantly consuming their "fate", and neither will give in.

When the painted skin shattered six times, the 5-minute "CD" arrived.

Xia Yuan directly locked on to the [-]-meter giant as a whole, and his strength instantly rose from the master of the sky soul to the level of a god-level climber.

The dark Death Star began to swell.

Click, click, click!
Every time it swells, the entire paranormal domain trembles, but within a few moments, the diameter of the tyrant's body has changed from more than 20 feet to a hundred feet, and the white net formed by the "weird giants" was instantly torn apart.

If someone looks down from the perspective of God, they will be stunned in astonishment. The so-called tyrant has no form at all, just a phantom. At this time, this phantom is like a black sun with a diameter of [-] feet. This sun is burning with black magic flames. , causing the ominous frost covering to make a sound of rapid melting.

If you listen carefully, this melting sound is actually composed of countless weird screams, but the frequency of the sound is too small, and it will be vaguely processed by the human auditory nerve as the sound of ice melting.

On the ruins, in the blood-colored ancient temple on the ground, nuns emerged one after another, trying to continue to fight against the tyrant. It seemed that it didn't understand what running away was, so it took aim at the target and fought to the end.

However, there is no suspense in the battle.

after a little while
The huge "white net" was completely burned to ashes.

Whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh!

Xia Yuan listened to the subtle piercing sound mixed with the burning sound. At this moment, he still temporarily retained the strength to climb the ladder, but after 5 minutes, this strength will completely disappear.

The paradoxical domain is also collapsing. Obviously, the giant nun has been destroyed. It is worth mentioning that even in this situation, he still destroyed a painted skin.

Xia Yuan rolled his eyes.

I saw black jade falling down over the bloody ruins before dawn.

He faded away from the shadow and returned to the size of a normal human being, but he was used to being cautious, and he didn't show his own appearance at all, but turned into a cold old man.

The old man was stooped, and with a wave of his sleeves, the long wind turned into a tornado, and the black jade was wrapped around it and danced into a black snake.

As soon as he grabbed it, the black snake curled up into a ball and entered his palm.

After getting into the palm of his hand, he didn't even look at it, his body flickered, hid in the shadows, and then shrunk to an inch. Not long after, he had passed through the heart of the Milky Way in the small star sea by the wind, and fell into the painting boat.

As soon as he entered the painting boat, Pansi immediately radiated out in all directions, no matter who came within a hundred steps of him, he would know immediately.

With a flick of the fingers, the window was half opened, and the bright moonlight poured into the light.

Watching the loot live is a big no-no.

Therefore, Xia Yuan spread his hands at this time.

In the moonlight, he could see the ten grains of Yin jade caught in this slap, and a small lump of soil.

Each of the ten yin jade pieces was the size of a little fingernail, which made Xia Yuan a little disappointed, because it was not a whole. This kind of yin jade the size of a little fingernail could only improve the fixed form, but could not advance the level of the skill as a whole.

And that small lump of soil must be the shady soil that can grow the rootless fairy grass, and the elixir refined from the rootless fairy grass is a top-grade elixir.

It's 5 minutes.

The power of talent began to dissipate.

An unimaginable sense of exhaustion flooded Xia Yuan's body and mind.

He closed the window with a single tick, and with the last of his consciousness, he scanned the wire for any holes. When he saw the floor, he was a little worried.

So with a movement of his divine sense, these "coiled wires" actually lifted him up and hung him in mid-air. This kind of consumption was extremely low, which he could bear at this time.

That way, even if an enemy appeared from under the floor, he would spot it right away.

In the painting boat, the young man was entwined with many silk threads, lying flat in mid-air, like a huge spider, full of treachery.

at this time
Dawn had not yet come.

The sky was still gray.

In the mountains and forests in early spring, the birds rest quietly, and the earth is as quiet as a cemetery.

Hongyan Temple.

The boy named Xiaoliang was carrying a cloth bag that didn't match his size at all. The bag was bigger than four of him, and there was obviously something in the bag.

He walked to another extreme peak of Hongyan Mountain, and then stopped.

Then, he bent down and frantically tore open the bag. The bag was filled with sheets of drawing paper. Those drawing papers did not draw nuns, but a blood-colored ancient temple. The ancient temple was lifelike, and the gate was tightly closed. .

He frantically grabbed a stack of drawing paper and threw it into the sky.

Driven by the wind and an indescribable strange force, the paper flew as far as possible.

Soon
Drawing paper floats all over the mountains and plains, and some will float even further.

The strange thing is that once the drawing paper falls to the ground, the paper will melt, and a pattern of a blood-colored ancient temple will sink into the attachment nearby.

When it falls on the rock, the pattern of the blood-colored ancient temple will float on the rough rock surface, and then slowly and slowly "sink" toward the deep layer of the rock until only mottled blurred patterns remain, even if someone observes , will only feel that this is a naturally formed texture on the stone, and will not think too much about it.

If it falls on the trees, the blood-colored ancient temple will also show a "bark pattern" appearance because of the deep sinking, which is impossible for people to notice.

The black tiles that fell into the roof of the small town at the foot of the mountain, the blood-colored ancient temple pattern will be embedded in the tiles, unless someone specially demolishes the house, takes the tiles down and observes them carefully, and compares them with other tiles, otherwise it is impossible to find anything. abnormal.

Falling into the Chunri stream around the mountain, this pattern will sink into the river bed, and will soon be covered by sand, even the naughty little fish will not be able to find it.

Falling into the body of the drunkard on the street, the drunkard felt as if he had been bitten by a mosquito, raised his hand irritably and slapped it, and then grabbed it twice desperately, and the pattern of the blood-colored ancient temple had already fallen into his body. A red mole, no one will care.

Some even floated into the wall of the toilet, forming some dirty patterns on the gray and cracked wall.

Some will float silently under the bed of a certain house along the window gap
Some floated into the Hongyan Temple without a sound, and landed on the Buddha statue in the main hall
Some even float far away and land on the roof of a certain caravan's carriage.
On the top of the mountain, Xiao Liang suddenly laughed hysterically. He was holding the stacks of drawing papers with both hands, and was still trying to throw them away.
Blood began to ooze all over his body.

The eyeballs started to pop out.

His whole body was a gloomy white, and exuded a rotten smell that had been dead for a long time.

He bent down again, but the bag was already empty.

A golden line has been traced on the fish-belly horizon, which means dawn has arrived.

The day has only just begun.

Everything has just begun.
Xiao Liang took a look at the beautiful world at this time, suddenly revealed a treacherous sneer, and then...
"Red Rock Temple caught fire on the mountainside last night. Several pilgrims died, but there is one survivor. Does Master Jin Chentie want to meet her in person?"

Among the six doors, a policeman is reporting.

Jin Chentie rubbed the space between his brows. As soon as he looked up, he saw twelve corpses lying in the main courtyard with six doors. Each corpse had been disemboweled and disembodied. Like being eaten by something.

Each of these twelve corpses is an experienced head catcher, and they are also head catchers who have participated in major cases. They did not die in solving the case, but died in the unimaginable and weird incident last night.

Jin Chentie witnessed the horrific scene of inhuman killing, and immediately reported to the great arrester, and then held his breath, he must investigate clearly and give these "comrades in arms" an explanation.

As one of the four great catchers, he moved quickly and with high efficiency. In just one morning, he had already found the almost identical characteristics of the patterns on the "Bloody Ancient Temple" and the "Invitation Letter to Hongyan Temple". I found out that the "Master of Wuxin Xuegong" had visited Wuwang Xuegong yesterday morning.

Then, he immediately sent patrols to find out about Hongyan Temple
Sure enough, something went wrong.

Jin Chentie straightened his thoughts, "Where is she?"

The inspector immediately replied: "He has been escorted back by Zhang Butou, and he is in the inner hall."

Jin Chentie got up abruptly: "Take me to see her."

(End of this chapter)