city ​​of the dead

Yajun's expression darkened completely when he heard the man in black's murmur.

Evil monks are a kind of extreme people. They become monks, not to practice Buddhism, but to sacrifice to evil spirits. They don't have the heart of a bodhisattva, but they do.It's just that he does all kinds of evil and is a ruthless snake and scorpion.

The records of evil monks in Daruo Sanskrit of Tibet's Tianzhu religion are the first to appear. It is rumored that they exchanged their souls for demons.

"You carved the spider pattern on it?"

Yajun has no time to worry, he can't calm down when he thinks of Zhang Min now.At this moment, he also thought that the formations in his family had tampered with the layout.

"So it was you who did it!"

Yajun's complexion was as cold as ice, suffocating from the cold.

"It's so strong and evil, it's really yearning."

The evil monk enjoys the death energy in the darkness to his heart's content.Obsessed with a kick in the face.

"He wanted to turn that woman into a rigor, a yin body born with extremely cold, the extreme of yin, sorcery is originally yin, the thicker the yin, the greater the power of the corpse array."

The man in black spoke word by word, although his face was expressionless, his voice was also very cold.

"..."

Yajun's heart trembled, and he turned his head to look at the dark place in the attic room. At this moment, Zhang Min's fingers became very long, his lips turned black strangely, and his eyes were pitch black.It looks full of coquettishness.

Turn the woman in the vulva into a rigor alive.Imprisoning the soul is a method that cannot be feared or ruthless.

However, he shouldn't have set the plan on her head, and he shouldn't have destroyed the formation one after another, he shouldn't...

An uncontrollable killing intent began to stir in his heart, and the dead leaves around him were revealed by the faint and uncontrollable supernatural energy in his body, sweeping away.Yajun's figure trembled, and his eyes were tightly closed, but his anger and violent nerves made him unable to control himself even more.

As if there was an invisible storm swirling, Yajun suddenly opened his eyes, which were bloody red, filled with unstoppable rage like a beast.

"I killed you..."

He could no longer control the bursting killing intent, his footsteps collapsed violently, the hard stone slab was shaken open cracks, and here, Yajun's figure jumped directly towards the evil monk.

The air was full of fury, and Yajun seemed to lose his mind for the first time, like a wild horse running off the rein, and began to collide round after round.

Yajun didn't have the slightest tricks, he used his own supernatural energy to fight against each other, while the evil monk tapped every time to avoid Yajun's round after round of attacks.

"We meet again!"

The man in black shifted his gaze to Zifeng and spoke calmly.

As for Zifeng, when he saw the man in black, after a long time, a shadow appeared in his mind, and finally overlapped with the guy in front of him, his gaze changed instantly.

"You are... Beiling!"

The man in black, Zifeng has seen it before, and fought once before, but Zifeng didn't expect that he would appear here.

"Aren't you going to make a move?"

Bei Ling's voice was still so indifferent, just like his people, full of mystery.

"Wait, let's see."

Zifeng shrugged and said very easily.

In the darkness, Yajun's figure alternated constantly, and above the Nawa Liang, bursts of blue light emitted by different energy refracted the darkness brightly.

Yajun relied entirely on supernatural energy and didn't fight with him, and that gloomy evil monk would emit a trace of black air every time he collided with each other.It looked extremely weird.

[Do you think it's exaggerated, but it's not. Writing the fighting scene is more difficult than the weird environment. What do you think of the spell? Well, I made it up. . . .There are wood for collection and wood for recommendation. . 】