Six Gods

Chapter 100 Medicine King Yan Luo!

Yeluzhuang

It used to be a village where red deer were herded. Later, because the price of antlers soared, red deer were often poached. The village couldn't make ends meet, and the people in the village gradually moved out, and over time it became an empty village.

Now, the long-abandoned Yelu Village has quietly ushered in more than a dozen rare guests.

Wearing black robes with hoods and hoods on their heads, the group of guests who haunted the Wild Deer Manor were dressed exactly the same as the Baiyin Cultists who intended to sacrifice Xiadu City.

The men in black robes were walking in Yelu Manor. The abandoned manor was pitch black, but these people seemed to have night vision ability. They walked lightly and could hardly hear the sound of footsteps. They walked freely and cleverly avoided the obstacles in front of them.

Walking all the way to the courtyard where the red deer were slaughtered in Zhuangzi, the dozen or so people in black robes stood silently in the courtyard, without saying a word, as quiet as statues.

After waiting silently for a long time, Bishop Yaomu appeared with a black cat in his arms.

"I have seen the bishop!"

As soon as Yaomu appeared, all the men in black robes put their hands on their foreheads and saluted her respectfully.

Under Yin Hong's hijab, her eyes glanced at the black-robed man in front of her, and Yaomu said softly, "Where's the burial tree?"

"Report to Bishop, Bishop Zongmu has something urgent to do, and he probably won't arrive until later." One of the men in black robes walked out, answering Yaomu's question in a low voice.

"It's about this time, what urgent matter can be more important than retaking the sacred object. Could it be that he was buried because he wanted the archbishop to invite him in person?" Caressing the black cat in her arms, the mother of medicine spoke coldly, as if she was interested in this The funeral bishop had a lot of opinions.

Before Yaomu finished speaking, a slender man suddenly appeared on the eaves on the left.

Leaping down from the eaves, the man was caressing an inch-long carving knife with a jade handle in his hand. His face was ordinary, but his eyes shone with a seductive edge.

"Hua Yanluo, the bishop was late for a while, so it shouldn't make you so dissatisfied." The inch-long carving knife was spinning in his hand, and the bishop named Burial Wood looked at the mother of medicine with a sneer.

The black cat in her arms made threatening sounds towards the funeral tree, and the mother of medicine caressed: "This time to take back the sacred object is a task ordered by the leader. If something goes wrong, you should know the consequences."

"Stop pressing me with the leader, Hua Yanluo, you are no longer the archbishop, so don't put the archbishop's score here.

This time the recapture of the sacred object was directed by Mr. Kong himself, you and I have to listen to him, the old man didn't say a word, what's the matter with you. "In the words of the funeral wood, it was revealed that Yaomu was once the archbishop.

The hand that was stroking the black cat stopped, and the breath of Yaomu's body surged slightly, the skirt of the red wedding dress on her body began to shake, and for some reason, traces of colorful miasma rose around her.

"Let's do it, okay, let me see how well the former king of medicine, Yan Luo, is still." Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the miasma emerging around him, and Zangmu laughed, and took off the black gloves on his hands, revealing The back of the hand is engraved with the imprint of the ghost's head covered with long hair.

Seeing that the two bishops were about to attack, the black-robed congregation on the side complained and wanted to stay away from here, but they were afraid of the colorful miasma around them.

"Yin Sacrifice Method, Cold Coffin!"

Each of the three fingers lit up a pattern of yin sacrifices, and the funeral wood unknowingly took out a piece of wood as thick as a finger, and the carving knife in his hand turned into an afterimage. In the blink of an eye, a miniature and exquisite coffin lay quietly In the palm of the funeral tree.

"I wish you a sweet dream~" Smiling evilly at Yaomu, Zongmu flipped his palm and threw the small coffin in his hand to the ground.

click-

The ground shook, and a coffin exuding a strong coldness suddenly squeezed out from the ground. The coffin closed on all sides, and the medicine mother was about to be sealed in the coffin and buried alive.

Looking indifferently at the coffin lid that was about to close completely, a drop of blood gushed out from Yaomu's fingertips and was about to feed it into the black cat's mouth.

boom--

There was a sudden loud noise, and a terrifying and huge figure slammed into the wall and rushed into the yard.

Slapping the cold coffin that was about to be sealed with one palm, the terrifying figure stretched out his big hand, grabbed the carving knife in the funeral wood's hand, and forcibly pulled it out of his hand!

"Control knives, confiscated!"

"You and I……"

Looking at his right hand in astonishment, Zang Mu showed a sullen face, and the long-haired ghost head on the back of his hand slowly twisted his neck as if he had come to life.

The tyrannical power surged and blessed, and the body of the funeral wood began to swell, and it soared to a height of more than five meters in the blink of an eye.

But when he raised his head, the person who just snatched his carving knife was still taller than him!
Grinning with snow-white fangs, Xiang Yuan smiled gently, suppressing his swelling body and said, "It's okay, you go ahead, I'll wait for you."

"You..." His expression was completely gloomy, and the ghost head on the back of Zanmu's hand had moved to the position between his eyebrows at some point.

"enough!"

At the moment when a big battle was about to start, an old voice calmed down the furious funeral wood.

Still wearing the coir raincoat and the coir raincoat, with the fish basket hanging on his waist, the old man whose face was hidden in the shadow of the coir coir coir hat slowly came out from the corner.

"Yan Luo, is this the helper you are looking for?"

Slightly raised his head and glanced at Xiang Yuan, the old man asked Yao Mu sideways.

"Yes." The medicine mother replied.

"Welcoming the holy object is our top priority. The matter between you waits until the holy object is returned, and you can do whatever you want." His eyes stayed on Xiang Yuan and Zongmu for a moment, and the old man said: "But if it is because of you If things go wrong, then don't blame the old man for not being sympathetic."

Thunder flashed in the sky, and in an instant of white light, a terrifying ghost face that almost covered half of the sky looked down at everyone in the courtyard.

Feeling a sudden cold, everyone dared not make a sound.

The old man left, and the tense and stagnant atmosphere eased a little.

Squinting at Yaomu and Xiang Yuan opposite, Zong Mu asked for his carving knife in a deep voice: "Give me back my knife!"

"Okay."

Agreeing readily, Xiang Yuan held the carving knife and handed it to the funeral wood.

Staring at the engraving knife handed to him, Zong Mu stretched out his hand to take it, but when he raised his eyes, he met the pair of eyes that contained a rolling red-black light.

"Take it."

Gripping the carving knife tightly, Xiang Yuan's body was full of energy, and his body size also unknowingly swelled, and his muscles were entwined with transparent strength.

Looking at Xiang Yuan, whose face was black and ferocious, and the face of the burial tree sank like water, he watched the carving knife in front of him suddenly jump up to the roof: "It seems that the archbishop's face, I won't fight with you today."

Put the knife with you first, after the matter is over, I will pick it up myself! "After saying that, the funeral wood disappeared from the roof.

"You don't want this." Taking the carving knife back, Xiang Yuan took a closer look. This carving knife is quite finely crafted, with hoarfrost on the blade and delicate jade on the handle.

When he didn't practice martial arts when he was young, he also learned to carve for a while, but he didn't touch it again when he ran out of time to practice martial arts.

Now that I have such a good carving knife, I can pick up this interest again after I go back.

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