Reverend Insanity

This catastrophe is completely unreasonable!

Not only will they rob the priests, they will be trapped on the ground, but they will also affect their thoughts.

No thoughts to mobilize locusts, how do you use them?

Unless there is a means of wisdom, contend.

But there is also a premise that this means of wisdom must have been arranged before. Otherwise, once the priority is in the trap, then Zhu Xian can be used as a hindrance to the wisdom.

Start with a strong hand and then start to suffer.

Losing the first mover, basically finished.

This shows that the catastrophe is stronger, let alone the looting.

"Damn!!" Shadows are inextricably struggling, but there is no result. Instead, they get deeper and deeper and scream.

"Don't struggle, don't think too much. These will make us worse. This is not something we can solve."

To be precise, the remnant of the Moyao is very calm.

She has experience.

Before her death, she helped Ai Lang to rob her, and the catastrophe she had seen was even more terrible than this!

In comparison, the catastrophe is rather gentle and harmless.

"It seems that I can only hope that the body will be saved." The shadow sighs without sighing, gazing at the demon ghost.

I saw that the demon sorcerer was also deeply immersed in mud, and a pair of black and big feet had already fallen into the ground. Not only that, but the forefoot part of his left foot was also tightly sewn on the ground.

This is the result of the attack on the emperor's house in the body of the demon sorcerer.

In the tube, the leopard can be seen from this point. Although the demon ghost is very powerful, it has actually used all its strength, but it has not controlled the whole situation.

At the moment, his six eyes are paralyzed. Two of them were holding the tower, so that they could not move, and the other four were watching the sky.

Above this sky. In the dome, the gray mourning clouds are getting thicker. Start slowly.

The second battle came.

However, it is different from the first wind and thunder cage. The wind and thunder cages are fast, and it is almost unimaginable. In a blink of an eye, the wind and thunder are added, and they are already trapped.

The speed of this robbery is extremely slow.

Slow enough to seem to be enough for the people to rob, to make countless counterattacks.

But the demon ghost did not move.

He stood quietly as if it were a silent mountain.

“Is the body already in the middle of it?” The shadow screams. Seeing anxiously, "With such a good opportunity, you are counterattack!!"

But until the gray mourning clouds almost completely shrouded the demon glory, the latter did not move at all, but just kept staring at the tower and kept it firmly in control.

Tianting 蛊仙 complained of bitterness.

They used the means of illusion to let the prison tower escape the attack of the demon ghost. But I did not expect that the virtual realm of the demon glory is far beyond imagination, and it is definitely a master class.

The tactical tactics of the Supervisory Tower. Instead, it is used by the demon sorcerer and can no longer return to the entity. Can't be honest, how can I play against it. How can I harass?

"There is nothing!" The shadows are innocent, and they are waiting for the gray mourning clouds, covering them slowly.

The sinful and thin green eyes also lifted their eyes and the muscles of the body were tight.

The catastrophe has fallen, and they have already let them have no power to fight back. Now that the looting is coming, is it the end of the thin and the innocent?

But the gray cloud fell, but it seemed to be harmless.

"What happened? Is there a harmless robbery?!" The shadow is insane for a long time, but there is no movement. Both hands touched his body around, screaming in horror.

Xian Zhuang Bo Qing did not answer him.

However, someone in Tianting’s fairy tales recognized this catastrophe. But it’s impossible to know the answer.

"Is this a gray memory?" cried the confidant Tiantang.

"What is gray memory?"

Tianting Yuxian fell into recollection: "When I was young, I once inherited the inheritance of an eight-turn celestial being. The eight-year-old celestial being was defeated by the glory of the glory. The inheritance. This catastrophe, no harm to the flesh, but directly traces the deepest memory of the bottom of my heart. These memories are the trauma of the heart that has been brought to the robbers, or the shadow of life."

"Don't be underestimated by this stalwart. The eight-turn sages are under this catastrophe. They have struggled to support less than a fragrant scent, and they have lost their fighting spirit, are discouraged, and have no war. , no fun."

"As the saying goes, you are your biggest enemy. Similar to the ghost demon, invincible, then his biggest enemy, isn't he himself? People live in this world, even if they become the nine-turner, they always When there is a weak time, I always practice from the weak one step by step, and continue to become powerful. The ghost demon slays the world, kills the sex, and horror, and later generations speculate that he was a child when he was stimulated. ”

"Who can't hide the pain in the deepest part of the heart? Who can have no shameful things that are difficult to talk about? Who can have made a choice against the nature? Who can make no mistakes in growth? Wonderful, wonderful! This catastrophe is really wonderful! I am afraid that the demon glory is to be planted here."

Wanjue - gray memory.

It is because of the recognition of this catastrophe that the demon spirit has not moved.

He knows what kind of attack can't dissolve the robbery. Only by plunging into it, facing the past, all kinds of shame, shadow, shame and shame can only be robbed.

The gray clouds lingering around him suddenly had brilliance and sound.

Presented in front of the public is the childhood scene of the ghost demon.

"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"

A dry teacher, surrounded by a family of three, red eyes, roaring with a sullen face.

"Hey! You can't kill the mother!!" A boy guarded the mother who was seriously injured behind him and shouted in exasperation.

"Oh, the people in the magic path, everyone is stunned! The righteousness to destroy the pro, the right way is!! What can not kill? Not only can kill, but must kill. Only kill her, can cleanse the shame of my family! "The head of the old master, the righteous words, Zhang mouth angry, is the boy's grandfather, the family's patriarch.

The words of the patriarch have received many old families. There is also the response of the elite teacher.

They shouted.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Hey.

A soft bang, bright red blood splatters.

The boy turned quickly and turned to the next moment. He has wide eyes and his eyes are reduced to the size of the tip.

I saw his father. I have crossed myself in an instant. His face was flushed, his teeth were tight, his eyes were tearful, and his intense emotions were hard to suppress. And the sharp blade he holds is deeply inserted in the heart of his beloved wife.

The boy opened his mouth and wanted to call.

But after all, no sound was made.

From that day on, he began to become silent.

Obviously, this little boy is the ghost of the childhood.

Under the influence of the looming memory, the shadow of his childhood. It is no longer buried only in the hearts of the parties, but in front of everyone.

The fog changed and another picture appeared.

It’s about a few years later.

The boy has grown up a little and stands in front of Grandpa.

As the patriarch's grandfather, taking a sip of tea, he asked leisurely: "I will let you read the history books of our family. Do you have any gains these days? Come and tell Grandpa."

"Grandpa." The boy took the first gift, and this is the way. "The grandchildren have gained a lot these days. I have a lot of experience."

"Oh? Tell my grandfather." The old man was interested in authenticity.

"Grandchildren look at history and find that there is one big truth in the world, that is - kill." The boy calmly said.

"Kill?" The old man frowned. The tone is heavy, "Explain to Grandpa."

"Yes." The boy continued. "We are hungry. If we want to feed our stomachs, we must kill the prey. If we have enemies, we must kill them and lift the threat. If the world is too peaceful, we must kill the heroes and control them. Right..." The boy talked. I did not notice the brow that the old man wrinkled more and more tightly.

The boy continued: "Overview of history, you kill me. I kill you. What is a hero? It is a lot of enemies to kill. What is a loser? It is to kill the other party and be killed."

"Actually. Although killing is only a word, but there is also a deep knowledge inside. How to kill, is it to use the locusts to do it yourself, or hire a sergeant to shoot for yourself? Sometimes, you can’t kill it with brilliance. If you kill it, it will make you big. If you are in trouble, then choose assassination. There are many different kinds of assassinations, for example..."

"Enough!" The old man screamed, and under the air, he slammed the cup in his hand to the ground.

The pieces were spattered on the boy's cheek, and a hole was made, and the blood slowly flowed down.

The old man took a bit of it, stood up, pointed at the boy, and said very angrily: "I want you to read the history books, it is to let you pay respect to the achievements of our ancestors and know the history of my family. It is to let you understand. Lie and sincerity, let you know the righteous glory. You actually gave me a kill? What is the evil of this?? You, you, you, give me a month to stay, stay in the house and reflect on your fault!!"

"Yes, Grandpa." The boy took the lead, his tone was low, but there was a stubborn light in the depths of his eyes.

In the fog, the picture changes again.

A few years later, the boy has become a teenager.

"Hehehe, today I always have a refining shackle, hiding in the study, so Grandpa was shocked!" The teenager quietly sneaked into the study.

"Well? No. I am just a turn of the teacher, but my grandfather is four turns. He wants to find me, it's easy. Just hide behind the secret door, hide in the dark road, then come out and scare the grandfather." The boy changed again. The idea is to open the secret door and hide in.

Soon after, he heard the movement.

He did not dare to open the secret door and could only listen to the sound.

Two people entered the study.

His grandfather's footsteps were heavy and eager, and he looked angry.

"This rebellion! He really wants to rebel? Want to harm his relatives?!" The old patriarch was furious, and his palm was shot on the table, making a loud noise.

"The patriarch, the evidence is conclusive! The patriarch you got 80 years of life information~www.readwn.com~ has been leaked out. The patriarch of the young patriarch is sure."

A hoarse voice.

The boy heard it in an instant, this is the family's old, patriarch's confidant.

"Hey! This counter, want to seize power from me, is it possible?!" The patriarch shouted.

"The patriarch is an adult, the young patriarch is around, but there are also many high-level people." Only listen to the hoarse voice.

Silence for a moment.

The voice of the young grandfather, this is a low voice: "The power of the reverse is indeed not to be underestimated. If it is openly killed, it will not only damage the reputation of the right path, but also cause family struggle and loss of power. Um... that's good. Get ready, start with a strong hand, find a chance, and quietly assassinate him. If the death lamp is extinguished, as long as the counter is killed, other families will naturally be separated."

"The patriarch is wise!"

In the dark passage behind the secret door, the young man clenched his mouth tightly, and his body was shaking. (To be continued)