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Chapter 679: Great Sage Shen Qingxi Visited Here

There is actually a story behind Li Mumu's shroud, and it's not just because she likes it.

The name of the Bodhisattva of Reception in the West is Angelica, the Angel of Hades, and belongs to the Chinese Overseas Hades God System. His disciples, including the Red Lantern Society elders including Senior Sister Zuo Yan, and Senior Sister Bai, are not human.

To be precise, they are not living people.

The magic arts and skills of the lineage of Goddess Jie Yin Niang are not for living people to practice.

Li Mumu is the only disciple in the Jieying Niangniang sect who practices the ghost way in human form.

If it were an ordinary person, his yang energy would have been sucked dry long ago.

But for Li Mumu, what is Yang Qi? A head loss is just a scar the size of a bowl.

Ever since the day she traveled through time, she has not done any work in the world of the living.

But no matter what, he is still a living person, with a physical body left in the world.

Last time, Li Lingling almost got him into hell.

Fortunately, my senior sisters are all reliable adults. They took action at the critical moment and prevented my body from being contaminated by the breath of the underworld.

When Li Mumu returned to the real world from the Millennium Dynasty World, he was able to wake up from his physical body lying in the hospital.

The scarlet shroud she wore was actually the embodiment of her own cultivation as a ghost.

The Forgotten Blood River Map is not his own magic weapon, and he can only borrow part of its power normally. However, this shroud is a magic weapon that Li Mumu has woven and nurtured herself, and she can use it at will.

Well, nurturing in the literal sense.

She tore open the shroud and threw it into the wind, and the shroud instantly stuck to Wang Yunxiao's face.

This smell...seems a little familiar?
If Wang Yunxiao could think calmly now, he might be able to identify the smell of this shroud. However, his brain was offline now, and he was completely relying on the killing impulse in his heart to maintain the fighting state.

Even so, his hands couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.

The damn female ghost is here to mess with my mind again. How despicable and shameless! Kill kill kill kill kill!

However, in the moment he hesitated, the shroud had already been put on him.

Wang Yunxiao: "???"

The moment his vision returned, he found that all his limbs were firmly locked by the shroud. At the same time, he saw two exhaust holes as thick as a child's arm.

Industrial waste gas filled with polluting particles is spewing out!

Just as Wang Yunxiao was about to take a deep breath and struggle to break free from the restraints, he suddenly got a mouthful of sand, and even his throat was blocked tightly.

At this time, there was another sharp pain in the back of my head.

In mid-air, Xia Yubing, holding the amber coffin, hit him hard on the head.

Dressing, sealing the body, coffining and burying are all done in one go!
"withdraw!"

Li Mumu raised her hand to get the red rope, and weaved a red dress on herself again. She turned her head and saw that Xia Yubing was stepping on a monk who was tied up.

The tongue has been caught, when will we withdraw?

Don't worry about this madman, he is an iron weight who practices the Fubing method and is completely immune to damage. The three of us can only trap him temporarily at best, and if we want to really take him down, we don't know how much effort it will take.

There is no need for this.

"Wait me a moment!"

Shen Qingxi raised her hand and touched her chest. The power engine there was almost pierced by the monk's demon-subduing pestle, and it was still spewing oil. She wiped a handful of engine oil with her hand and began to write on the well-preserved flat cliff next to her -

"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor."

"The immortal stroked my head, and I received eternal life!"

are you crazy?

Li Mumu glared at Shen Qingxi: "Why are you writing this?"

"Leave a name, otherwise who would know it was us who did this?"

Shen Qingxi laughed strangely: "Believe me, the Changsheng Sect will definitely flourish in my hands and become the world's first-class magic giant!"

Tonic!
When Li Mumu thought about the Secret Service's powerful intelligence and information gathering capabilities, the little things he had done today might be on Sister Yaoqin's desk in two hours, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of social death.

"Then you can play by yourself. We will withdraw first."

"No, no, no! Let's go, let's go together!"

Shen Qingxi suddenly panicked and quickly gave in.

Xia Yubing grabbed the prisoner at his feet, raised his hand to summon a huge ghost hand, tore the dimensional barrier, and the figures of the three people quickly disappeared.

After a long time, this outer dimension gradually dimmed and shattered, revealing the appearance of the real world.

Before, it was dragged here by Xia Yubing's ghost hand and connected to the real world. Now that it has lost its supporting force, it will separate on its own like water and oil.

The scene was in a mess and filled with smoke.

The result of the multi-party melee was that the entire intersection, along with the nearby streets and buildings, was completely destroyed.

The space in the dark corner of the wall was slightly distorted. Leng Nian lifted up his camouflage cloak and stood up.

Although one of his hands was twisted off, leaving him pale and with white lips, he suffered no other injuries.

The Feng Shui school is almost the opposite of the Fu Bing school which is good at frontal combat. It has no actual killing power, but is best at using Yin and Yang and the Five Elements to avoid disaster and seek good fortune.

As long as you hide well enough, holding on to the end is also a victory.

"If you're not willing to take any risk, how can you expect any reward?"

Passing by the charred corpse on the ground, Leng Nian showed a disdainful smile on his face.

What's the point of you being able to fight? Who can handle facing those three big demons at the same time? Anyone with a little bit of brains should know to avoid their sharp edge, otherwise this will be the end.

As a person, you must be low-key and cautious.

Just as this thought was turning over in his mind and he was walking towards the shattered car, he suddenly felt a warning sign!
The seemingly silent charred corpse suddenly stretched out its hand and grabbed his ankle!

impossible!
Leng Nian was horrified. He had clearly calculated that there was no danger before he dared to show up. Even if the Iron Harrier could recover from the successive attacks of the three great demons, wouldn't he need to rest for a while?

As it turns out, it's not necessary.

By the time he reacted and wanted to struggle, it was too late. He was involuntarily picked up by the other party's hand, swung around and smashed towards the other side.

He was just a flesh and blood body, and after being hit so hard, he vomited blood on the spot.

The other party had no intention of stopping. He dragged him up again effortlessly as if he was holding a baseball bat, and smashed it at the collapsed wall next to him.

Once, twice, three times!
It was not until the person in his hand was about to turn into a human stick, breathing less than breathing out and about to die, that Wang Yunxiao suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black, sticky phlegm mixed with blood.

(End of this chapter)