MTL - The Founder of Diabolism-Chapter 8 Pride third 3

Without a moment, Jiang Cheng will restrain the hostility.

Although he is not fast, but as a master of the door, but also has more considerations, can not be as impulsive as Jinling.

Since the decline of Qinghe's Nie's family, today's three major families in the realm of cultivation have stood up. The two gold and blue families were very close to each other because of their personal relationships. He independently controlled Yunmeng Jiang, and he was said to be in isolation among the three. Although Lan Zhan is not a blue family owner, he is a famous man of Xianmen. His prestige is very high, and his family has always been harmonious. Can not tear the skin, it is best not to tear the skin.

Then again, Jiang Cheng’s sabre “Three Poisons” and Lan Zhan’s Sabre “Dust Avoiding” have never been confronted, and it’s still unclear who the deer died. Although he has this treasure ring “Purple Power” in hand, Lan Zhan has “ Forget the machine, but the piano is also famous. The most intolerable thing that Jiang Cheng can't tolerate is that he is not in a good position.

Thinking of this festival, he slowly recovered the left hand of Capricorn's ring.

It seems that the blue forgetting machine has made up his mind to intervene in this matter, and it is not convenient for him to be a wicked person. For the time being, I will write down this pen. In the future, I will take the opportunity to liquidate this person. Jiang Cheng made a trade-off. He turned to see Jinling and was still angry and grinning. He said: "If you want to punish you, you will be disciplined by him. It is not easy to manage the heads of other juniors."

Blue forgets the machine and never listens to it. There was a thorn in his words, and it was another turn: "What are you still standing on, waiting for the soul-eater to smash into it? You are on the sword? If you can't take this sacred beast today, you don't have to come to me in the future!"

Jin Ling took a look at Wei Wushao, but did not dare to punish him for forgetting the blue forgetting machine, collecting the sword into the sheath, praying to the two elders, and withdrawing with the bow. Lan Si chased: "Jiang Zongzhu, the ruin of the sacred net, Gu Su Lan's self-confidence will be returned."

Jiang Cheng sneered and said: "No need." Choose the opposite direction and walk down the mountain. Behind the subordinates, the snoring keeps up, and knowing that he will go back to avoid a punishment, and frown.

When they disappeared, Lan Jingyi said: "How is this Jiang Zongzhu!" After I finished thinking about the blue family tutor, I couldn't talk about the right and wrong. I was scared to look at the light-collar, and shut up and retract. Lan Si chased Wei Xiaoyu and smiled. He said: "Mo Gongzi, I met again."

Wei Wuqi pulled his mouth. The blue forgetting machine is open, the instructions are simple and clear, and the rhetoric is not gorgeous: "Go to work."

A few juniors think of what Van Gogh is doing, and put away other thoughts, respectful and other teachings. Blue forgets the machine and said: "Do your best. Don't be stubborn."

This voice is low and magnetic. If it is close, it must be heard by people. The juniors should behave in a proper manner. They dare not stay too much and walk deep into the mountains. Wei Wuxi’s heart, Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhanguo are really different people. Even the swearing of the younger generation is completely opposite, but seeing the blue forgetting machine nod to him in a slightly undetectable place, a slight glimpse.

Lan Zhan, a man from a young age, has a serious toothache, serious and rigid, as if he has never been lively, and he can’t help the sand. Everyone involved in Wei’s cultivation has never had a good face. Lan Si chasing should have told him about Mojiazhuang. He knew that he had repaired the evil road, but he still nodded to him. He wanted to thank him for his helplessness in the Mojiazhuang. Wei Wuzhen hardly received such treatment from him. He also gave a gift without thinking. When he looked up again, the blue forgetting machine had disappeared.

After a pause, he also walked down the hill.

The food in the Great Vatican, he can't ask for it. After all, who he grabs, will not grab with Jin Ling.

It turned out to be Jin Ling.

There are so many children in the Lanling Jin clan, he really did not expect that he met Jin Ling. If he knows, how can he ridicule him that he has a mother? If someone else said this to Jin Ling, he would teach this person to know what is wrong. But this is actually his own.

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuyi gave his hand a slap in the face.

The bushes had a glimpse of Soso, and Wei Wuzhen was very slap in the face, and his right face was hot. Suddenly, he saw a flower head and dropped his hand. The blind man came over and Wei Wuyi pulled his long ears and smiled bitterly: "You want a hero to save the beauty, but let me go to see the righteousness."

The flower scorpion is squatting, the end of the hillside, and a wave of monks are coming on. After more than four hundred sacred nets were smashed by the blue forgetting machine, the monks who had been in the foot of the town of Buddhism all re-emerged. Wei Wuzhen considered for a moment, whether to play them down again, think about it, or silently let go.

This group of children with mixed colors complained while walking:

"This Jin Xiaogongzi, Jinjia and Jiangjia are so used to him, and he is so overbearing at a young age. If he is allowed to take over Lanling Jinshi in the future, the realm of cultivation should not be turned over. Let's not live!"

Wei Wuxi slowed down.

A soft-minded female monk: "How can Jinjia and Jiang Cheng not be used to him? Then the urinating parents are almost dead and die, and they will survive if they lose their lives."

"How about the death of both parents, the parents in the world have died more and more, everyone is as good as him, and it is worth it!"

"This Wei Wuzhen also really has to go. Jinling's mother is his younger sister, Jiang Cheng's sister."

"Who told him to be dissatisfied with Jiang, and the people who married him were the golden sects that had a holiday with him."

"Where Wei Wuzhen has a holiday with anyone..."

"Who else?"

"There is a light-filled king! Two look disgusting, everyone knows. They are a small classmates, and it is said that they will not be able to."

"So, it’s true that the enemy is everywhere, and the sky is full of anger. This time, thanks to the light, you can only hope that ‘Vatican’ will sigh...”

After a while, suddenly the sound of the creek water flowed into Wei Wu's ear.

This was what he had never heard when he came. Wei Wuzhen was aware that he had gone the wrong way down the mountain and took another road.

He took the scorpion and came to the side of the stream. On the top of the moon, there are no branches and leaves over the bank of the river, and it is covered with frost. In the reflection of the stream, he saw a sly face, as the water flow changed. Although I can't see it, I can imagine how funny this is.

He took a picture on the water and broke the face.

The person reflected in the water is not him.

Wei Wuzhen raised the palm of his hand and went to the stream, and erased it one by one.

Not unbearable. After all, when making a choice, it is very clear that what path will be faced in the future. Just remember what Yunmeng Jiang taught him, and remember that one of the family trainings - "knowing that it can't be done."

It’s just that you are self-righteous, but after all, people are not grass.

Huazizi seems to know that he is in a bad mood at the moment, and it is rare to yell without impatience, quiet for a moment, and the tail is gone. Wei Wuzhen sat on the edge of the stream and did not respond. He looked back and fell and slammed his hoof. Wei Wuzhen still ignored it.

The flower came back suddenly, biting Wei's innocent clothes with his teeth, pulling and pulling.

It’s OK, you can’t go, since you’re all biting, Wei Wuyi walks with it. The flower scorpion took him under a few trees and swung around a meadow. There is a Qiankun bag lying in the grass. There is a broken gold net hanging above, which is the unlucky monk who fell off when he broke free. Wei Wuqi opened the bag and opened it. There were a lot of miscellaneous items in it, wine gourd, Fuxi, and demon mirror. He reached in and licked it and grabbed it. Suddenly, he set off a flame in his hand.

It is a spell that burns. This spell is called the burning yin, as the name suggests, the yin gas is used as fuel, and the yin gas automatically catches fire, the yin gas is more vigorous, and the burning is more prosperous. It was burned as soon as it was taken out, indicating that there was a ghost away from Wei Wuzhen.

At first sight of the fire, Wei Wuzhen was concentrating on the alert, holding it and testing the position. When I turned to the east, the fire weakened and went to the west, and the flames slammed. He walked a few steps to this side and saw a white figure appearing under a tree.

The paper was burnt, and the remaining Mars fell from his fingertips. An old man, facing his back, is making a squeaky voice.

What is the soul lost by the lost soul? Wei Wuzhen slowly approached, and the words of the old man’s mouth were clear.

"It hurts, it hurts."

Wei Wuzhen asked: "Where is it hurt?"

The old man replied: "Head, head. My head."

Wei Wuwei said: "I look."

He walked a few steps to the side. From this position, he could just see that the old man’s forehead broke a big red hole. It seems to be a dead soul, and at least more than ten years of death, most of them were killed, and the weapon was smashed to death. He wore a shroud on his body, which was quite gorgeous, indicating that he had been buried in a good place. It should not be the lost soul.

Wei Wu Yifeng Xuanqi.

On this Grand Vatican, there should never be such a ghostly soul.

He couldn't figure out the irrationality. He only felt bad. He jumped on the back of the donkey, took a shot of it, drank it, and instigated it to chase Jinling and others into the mountains.

There are many monks in the vicinity of the ancient tombs, hoping to wait for the rabbits. There was a bold wave of calling the flag of the yin, but only a group of women wearing shrouds and crying to rob the soul. Wei Wuzhen grabbed the rope and glanced around the circle. He asked: "Excuse me, take a sentence. Where did the Jinjia Xiaogongzi and the Blue House go?"

Some monks replied: "They left the place and went to the heavens."

Wei Wuzhen: "The goddess?"

The round-faced girl pointed to him: "There is a cave **** on this mountain."

Wei Wuzhen asked: "Which is the **** in the gods?"

The round-faced girl said: "Well, it seems to be a natural goddess of stone."

Wei Wuzhen first said: "Thank you."

After the households in the country heard that the chain was broken, they sneaked up and were among the teams in the night patrol. The middle-aged man looked at the man with some familiar eyes, his clothes and the fangs, like the madman who saved them. It was quite embarrassing, and he didn’t talk. Then he asked the prostitute: "This is the man." ?"

After washing up the makeup on the face, I completely changed someone!

One hundred thousand fires, Wei Wuzhen rushed to the heavenly son-in-law.

The lazy man, the thunder, the fiancé and the father and daughter who were killed by the wolf have lost their souls, and the gorgeous shroud... like a bead, they are connected in series to form a complete line.

It is no wonder that the wind evil spirits can't point out the direction, and the Zhaoyin flag will not work. They all looked down on the things in this great Vatican.

It is by no means a soul-eater, not a soul-eater!