Undead

The roar rang through the forest, and the earth was constantly cracking in the tremor.

Yan Lanyu fell to the ground, and the missile brushed his hair.

He stood up, gasped for a moment, and ran to the mound by the blocking of night and fire. The dragon did not know when to spit out the poisonous breath, and its sloppy body was bathed in the moonlight, casting a huge shadow on the mottled snow.

Yan Lanyu climbed up the mound with his hands and feet, and moved very quickly. He could not even notice the sharp gravel breaking through the calf.

He snapped at the edge of the top of the mound, and the blood from the nail seam immediately stained the gravel, then climbed up with his strength, his knees shook slightly, and he knelt on the ground.

After a while, he stood up and looked at the Demon Dragon, and saw three blood-red lanterns gathering in the air, looking at himself.

At that moment, sporadic gunfire sounded from a distance, and the fire when the bullet was fired flickered in the night.

The turbulent air seemed to freeze, and under the vast night sky, only the boy and the dragon looked at each other.

"Heavenly Jun," Yan Lanyu said.

The dragon's head is slightly drooping. After entering the demon, the strong magical power completely replaces the last personality. In fact, it can't tell who Yan Lanyu is.

"I know all this will not end. The Tantra Gate will be traced to the ends of the earth for the rest of its life. Even if everyone disappears, over time, there will be the next Tantra Gate."

"But I already hate this kind of endless repetition, constantly bringing trouble to others, putting those really good people in danger, letting others sacrifice for me, and being brought back to that again and again by fate In the absurd reincarnation. If I don't disappear, none of this will end. "

Yan Lanyu broke her forefinger, drew a series of characters on the palm with her blood, and then spread it with her backhand. The blood on her palm suddenly glowed red!

The dragon seemed to feel a certain danger, and suddenly raised his head.

"This is your four pillars and eight characters," Yan Lanyu smiled coldly and pale.

"I never told you, thank you for the New Year's gift. After so many years of love, I will return it today."

The demon dragon roared and roared suddenly, but Yan Lanyu's action was faster, he pulled out a lighter and ignited it, and pressed it directly on the **** palm!

-Burning is actually the easiest way to make a spell effective. When Yan Lanyu used blood to draw a rune on his palm, it was equivalent to using the other person's birthday character to temporarily make a numerology spell; although this charm was so crude that he didn't even have half a spell rune, it was made from the birthday character.

For some yin and yang teachers, mastering the opponent's four pillars and eight characters will almost grasp the other half of the lifeline of the other!

Green fire shouted and covered Yan Lanyu's entire palm. In the crackling sound of burning, the demon dragon screamed, his teeth were caught in the chaos, and he was lifted out in a hurry!

Huh!

Yan Lanyu fell heavily on the ground, his chest made a terrible crackling sound, and rolled down along the dirt slope. The green fire on his palm was tumbling but did not extinguish anti-wang, and the devil dragon roared heartily, desperately overwhelming countless trees, and bit him up high again!

Yan Lanyu screamed in a different tone, and a large strand of blood mixed with minced meat poured out of her mouth and chest. The fuzzy hands in the green fire were desperately grasping the fangs!

——Between the electric light and flint, he was hung in the air, and the dragon's bottomless throat was at his feet.

The next moment, poisonous breath spurted out from the throat of the dragon, and he was completely enveloped in an instant!

Dizziness, suffocation, and severe pain.

The flame was burning on one side of the arm, but could not stop the cold caused by the rapid loss of blood.

It's so cold ... A thought flashed through Yan Lanyu's mind.

Familiar, the feeling of death is as cold and bitter as last time, like falling into the bottomless abyss.

"The four pillars of the year, month, day, and hour are pushing forward, and the heavenly stem and the earthly branch are in good and bad shape."

"Five elements win restraint, punishment will be reconciled, which is also the support of Yin Yang Road."

Tianji Qizhi paused, poured a glass of rice wine from the red clay jug, and crossed his legs leisurely.

The snow was flying outside the paper door, covered with silver. In the distance, more people stepped in the snow and squeaked, the lanterns disappeared in the night, and gradually went away.

The interior is warm and warm, just like late spring. There are several cherry blossoms in the glass bottle beside the paper window, and the fragrance of plum wine is slightly steamed on the stove.

Several disciples knelt down on the tatami, bowed their heads to note down. One of the female disciples drew her forehead deeply on the floor, and then looked up and asked carefully, "So, if you use the opponent's four-posted characters as a fortune-teller, what effect will it have?"

"A lot of utility, basically to harm the soul."

"Will someone die?"

Tenshi Qizhi said, "Who do you have an endless opinion on who you are, Yuko?"

The disciples all laughed, and the female disciple named Yuzi was too busy to dare.

"Using four pillars and eight characters to place its master in the dead requires deep spiritual power as a foundation. At the same time, the spellcaster also has a lot of souls, which is a dangerous technique. In reality, there are many techniques to kill people without seeing blood. Therefore, this kind of mantra that kills a thousand people and damages 800 people has already been included in the category of forbidden spells. "

Yuko quickly got up and said yes, the disciples took notes.

"If the cold ground is frozen today, when the spring begins, I will teach you the method of eight-character calculation."

Tenzuki paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully, slightly rubbing her fingertips against the fine pattern on the glass. Everyone was silent for a while, and then he listened to him lazily: "Come here today ... Lan Yu."

Behind him, a young man in purple clothes stood up and gently opened the paper door.

Everyone bowed down to salute, and stood up, walking backwards.

Yan Lanyu looked down at the ground with her eyes down, and closed the paper door almost silently until the last female disciple also withdrew.

Tian Zhi Qi Zhi sat by the fire, staring at the cup in his hand, and suddenly seemed to have a keen interest in the enamel glass used in daily life.

Yan Lanyu didn't think it was strange. The man who has been head of tantra for eight years now looks like this.

He often becomes interested in something that he sees every day and pursues it. It was as large as the color of the paint on the roof of the house, and as small as the roundness of the pearls on the curtains. Once, it even happily took out the badly written papers of previous years and arranged them one by one.

That was actually the manifestation of other things in his mind.

Whenever he does this, he is actually thinking about some problems that no one can think of.

The chief's actions and thoughts are always unexpected, but they are very precise. The poisonous insight can sometimes give people a chilling feeling.

Yan Lanyu walked behind him as usual, sat down on his knees, and suddenly heard him cry, "Xiao Lanyu--"

"Yes."

"The two of us have known each other for so long, and now I want to come, it's really fate!"

"..."

Yan Lanyu looked up and saw the head turned back, smiling at him.

"... So what?" Yan Lanyu asked calmly.

"It's nothing, just a sigh of emotion. Ah, the fate between people is really amazing. When you were a teacher at Dongda University, you should have never dreamed of meeting me, right? So we sat here today and said it was destiny. Impermanence cannot be overstated. "

The candle fire made a slight crackling sound, and Yan Lanyu quietly looked back at Tian Qi Qi Zhi, his eyes did not even have a wave in the dimness.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"..."

The head blinked, sighed with sigh of interest, and murmured a few words like "I don't admit it" or "Why do I always deceive myself?", Took the glass and took a sip.

Yan Lanyu lowered her eyelashes and picked up a bun from the side of the lampstand to pick up the wick.

The hair bun was actually put here by Tian Zhi Qi Zhi, and I might want to say euphemistically, "Let's keep your head". In fact, it is normal for juveniles of this age to keep their heads, but Yan Lanyu is indifferent, and the head of the office will not mention it.

"Ah?" Tian Zhi Qi Zhi covered the jug on the small stove, as if suddenly remembered something: "By the way, we are so destined, and have been together for so many years, but there is one thing I have never done Then. "

"Ok."

"Don't you want to know what happened?"

"..."

The head waited for a while, and did not wait to respond, sighing: "You are really a person without curiosity ... I said, we haven't fortuned yet, you are not curious about the outcome of our fortunetelling ?"

Yan Lanyu lowered her bun and stared at the candlelight without blinking, without speaking. After a short while, he took a breath almost silently and said, "Not too curious. Fate, such a thing, cannot be counted."

The room fell into silence, except for the sound of burning candles, only a slight snoring sound when goose feathers and snow fell outside the window.

The head smiled: "Don't be so pessimistic, Xiao Lanyu. Please go and get my life plate ... in the locked cabinet."

Yan Lanyu got up and went to the inner room. After a moment, she picked up a rosewood board-like board with sixty vertical and horizontal lines, filled with days, days, and branches. There are also a few yellow sheets of paper and ink pens. The head of the pen dipped some ink and wrote a series of characters on the paper: "This is your birthday character."

Then he picked up another piece of paper and wrote, "This is mine."

Yan Lanyu's eyes narrowed.

Tian Zhi Qi Zhi didn't seem to see it. He smiled and rubbed the two sheets of yellow paper into a ball. The fire at his fingertips spontaneously ignited, and the paper was burned into black ash and scattered on the chart. Immediately afterwards, he took a yellow sheet of paper to write a series of complicated calculation runes, the knuckles were deducted from the dial, it seemed very serious, and he didn't notice the pale face of Yan Lanyu on his side.

It took about a tea time for him to finish the calculation and write the final result on the chart.

"Well."

"……how?"

The head shook his head, seeming to be very sorry: "We have no fate."

Yan Lanyu's nerves were in an extremely tight state, but they didn't respond for a moment, and said "Substantially"?

The head laughed and looked up and down for a while with a playful look.

Although the room was very warm, Yan Lanyu's back rose like a thorn-like cold, feeling like the careless gesture of a feline beast before he killed his prey.

"Is it necessary to be so nervous?" Said the head leisurely. "It's better that we make an agreement."

"..."

"As long as you don't move my character, I won't move you. How's it fair?"

Yan Lanyu's throat was so tight that she couldn't make any sound.

The wick cracked, and a slight Martian splashed into the air.

"... Haha, look at you so nervous." The head waved and smiled and sipped his drink: "Just a good person, I am such a good man, why do you want to touch my birthday?"

In the mountain forest, uprooted towering ancient trees fell in the snow, and the dragon's body twitched fiercely due to great pain, squeezing countless dead trees into wood chips.

"Roar--!"

The dragon shook his head fiercely, and Yan Lanyu's body fell fiercely between the rows of sharp fangs!

The ribs were broken, the chest was cracked by canine teeth, and thighs and arms were bleeding down.

It's cold.

Yan Lanyu tried his best to raise the hand wrapped in the flames, and approached it, getting a little heat, but he could not feel the existence of that hand at all.

He felt the last moment almost clearly. Although he wanted to throw himself into the arms of death, the last consciousness was forcing himself to linger.

He must insist.

The soul of the dragon has not yet suffered the most lethal damage, at least until the moment when the fortune-telling burns out.

With a squeak, the tires rubbed against the ground and gave out a sharp, loud noise. Immediately after the door opened, Yu Jingzhong rushed out in a short stride, and began climbing up the mound with his bare hands!

The dragon's struggle caused a large piece of gravel to fall from his head. Yu Jingzhong's face and hands were scratched a few pieces. However, he didn't seem to even feel it. Turn up the mound.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he saw the dragon suddenly screaming violently, his head raised high, and then he slammed into the ground!

A bang cracked the rock, the ground tumbled, and the trees flew up into the sky. Yan Lanyu's body was thrown alive from the fangs, and she slammed on the ground with a bang!

Yu Jingzhong cried out: "Yan Lanyu!" Then he hurried forward in a violent shock.

Not far away, Yan Lanyu's body was convulsed and shivering, and blood was flowing all over the place.

His jeans were torn by rubble, and a long strip was ripped from his knees to his pockets, and two small yellow pieces of paper rolled out of his pockets.

No one saw it, and Yan Lanyu, who was struggling and suffering from severe pain, was unaware of it. The next moment, the yellow paper ball came into contact with the burning green flames, and immediately burned into two golden light balls-

That was Zhou Hui's peace sign.

The body of the dragon rolled up several towering trees and smashed into Yan Lanyu in an overwhelming manner!

Yu Jingzhong yelled, passing through the torrents of dirt and gravel like lightning, but couldn't keep up with the large-scale shaking and cracking of the ground. He opened his eyes and saw the black shadow descend from the sky. At this critical moment, Yan Lanyu suddenly raised two extremely beautiful golden shooting stars.

What happened to Vice Yu did not respond at all, then, the meteor cut through the sky and exploded on the side of the dragon!

That can hardly be described with a hand grenade or a sniper cannon. The equivalent of a high-energy rocket launcher is just that. In the middle of the night, the sky was bright and clear. For a few seconds, Yu Jingzhong's retina was intensely white, and she could not see anything, and her voice was absolutely still.

Immediately afterwards, the entire land collapsed, the mounds collapsed into huge pits, and the trees turned silently into powder in the strong light.

Afterwards, Yu Jingzhong didn't remember what he did. His memory was broken in those few seconds and completely blank.

When he regained his consciousness, he only found himself lying on Yan Lanyu's body, surrounded by a large amount of dust that was so dense that he could not open his eyes, and the ground was still shaking in the aftershocks.

He lay numb all over his body for a long time before he could barely raise his head, and the crunch of the knuckles came out as soon as he moved his neck. I saw that the surroundings had been turned into a pit. He and Yan Lanyu were lying on the bottom of the pit, and the ruins mixed with dead wood chips and rock and soil were spread on the ground.

Yan Lanyu's eyes were closed tightly, her face was gray, and she could not tell whether she was alive or dead.

"..." Yu Jingzhong wanted to call his name, but he sucked so much dust that his throat was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound. He reached under his nose with trembling fingers, held his pulse tightly after a long while, and finally made a roar that changed like a boulder in his heart, with a crying voice.

Zi La Zi La-

There was a noise similar to the passage of electricity behind him. Yu Jingzhong propped the ground with his fluffy elbows and looked back, only to find out that he could still save his life and be intact in such a violent explosion.

I saw a light shield erected like a gold shield in the mid-air behind him, forming a huge hemisphere with a radius of three or four meters, closely blocking him and Yan Lanyu behind the barrier. On the translucent gold shield, the current passed through, and a burning pattern was printed on the surface, which was a pentagram.

Yu Jingzhong has researched in this area, and at a glance, he knows what this symbol represents——

It's eight close-ups.

It was Yan Lanyu who put it in his soul, and the unpredictable power of Bajiao Mirror!

Yu Jingzhong staggered up, panting violently, and stretched out his hand to that shield. A ray of light receded, crawling along his fingertips to the palm of the palm, condensing into a dazzling pentagram, and saw that each corner was emitting, inscribed with dense and indiscriminate mantras.

Yu Jingzhong clenched his palms and leaned down to hold Yan Lanyu tightly in his arms.

"Don't ... don't be afraid," his voice was hoarse and unrecognizable, and murmured, "Don't be afraid, this will take you home."

The rough wind left a long-lasting pain on the face. The sharp gravel on the ground penetrated the sole of the shoe, and every time he fell, he pressed heavily on the sole of the foot. However, he felt as if he didn't feel it. Walked forward in the shaking.

Just then, the bushes on the edge of the pit moved.

Immediately afterwards, half of the incomplete faucets were lifted from the dark shadows, and they were almost blown up, and their fangs were swollen.

Yu Jingzhong stopped and faced the leader. At that moment, he had an unusual peace in his heart, without any fear at all, even a little calm.

Yan Lanyu's life in his arms was swiftly loosing. They either ran away before the last moment, or died here together.

There is nothing to be afraid of, the worst ending is just that.

The three blood eyes on the faucet were all dimmed at this moment, but the middle one suddenly lighted up in the night, emitting a cricket red light. Immediately afterwards, Red Light projected a figure in the void, and it started to be very blurry. It slowly became clear within a few seconds, and the facial features and clothing shapes showed familiar outlines.

Yu Jingzhong took a breath.

I saw the man fall from the red light to the ground, waved his hand very casually, and laughed: "-yo."

He was about thirty or forty years old, wearing a simple kimono yukata, loose and loose, exposing a strong neck and chest. There was blood on his body and cuffs, and it looked a little bit embarrassed, but his smile was very relaxed and relaxed.

"Well, Xiao Lanyu." He shook his head with regret, and said, "In the end, you still broke the contract."

Yu Jingzhong narrowed his eyes coldly.

He recognized it.

The man in front of him is the soul of the demon dragon, the only tantric master in the history of Japanese yin and yang to enter the devil, Tenzuki Qizhi! 2k novel reading network