My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

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The big head corpse stunned the box, and was suddenly hit by black fire. The entire claw was wrapped in black flame. Howling could not help but shake slightly.

Qiaomu gave him a surprised look.

It stands to reason that as a walking dead corpse, he should have no physical feeling.

So the tremor of his posture should be ...

Instinctively fear the purest black flame between heaven and earth.

Moran didn't mean much nonsense with him at all. He had a black stove and was pure green. His shot was a dead letter.

Zhaoguang did not know how many corpses were gathered at the ruined temple base.

I hope the situation is not too bad.

Qiao Mu thought to himself, and saw a heavy black moon across Mo Lian's hand, and a sword slashed the head of the corpse's head.

The corpse's remaining body burned for a while in the black fireworks, and eventually turned into a piece of soot.

At the same time, Youba led thousands of hermits from outside the thatched forest and gathered near the crowd.

Qiaomu glanced at them, and busy instructed Qi Xuanxuan to take out all the protective armor in the sign and distribute it to everyone.

"There are only a few corpses here, and there may be more in them," Murray whispered. "Each ship has protective armor on it to protect yourself as much as possible!"

"Go all out. For the safety of the Imperial City, we must fight to the end!"

The guards shook their arms and shouted a few times, then followed the two of the prince and the concubine, and turned to the back hillside outside Maolin Town.

The ruined temple is just around the corner, at this moment when the sky is bright.

This is also the arrangement of Arbor and Mo Lian. He deliberately avoided the night with black lights and deliberately stayed at Zhenkou for one night.

The situation inside Zhaoguang's ruined temple base is unknown, and they need to be fully prepared.

Protecting the lives of the masses is indeed the number one priority, but with the thousands of hidden guards and soldiers coming together, they cannot lose their lives in vain.

With the prince and his wife, the crowd ran all the way to Houshan Temple.

A few hundred meters away, it stopped slowly.

The sky shone for half a round of red sun, and there was a faint morning glow, and it was gradually rolling out across the mountains.

The two, Qiao Mulian, led a small group of friends, along with the hidden guards, standing on the back of the hillside, staring at the empty ruined temple in front of the door.

Qiaomu hesitated slightly, "There are no ghosts at all here."

In such an abnormal state, anyone knows that if something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

A gust of cold wind rushed towards me, feeling the surrounding atmosphere a little overcast.

Dou Fengchi couldn't help raising his hands and rubbing the tiny goosebumps that came out of his arm, compelled himself to calm his heart, "I think there should be weird places in this ghost place, but it's better to exercise caution."

Dou Fengmian nodded and turned to look at the prince and the concubine. "Two, rushing in like this, I'm afraid something is wrong. What do you think?"

Qiao Mu glanced at his husband, and motioned at him with small eyes.

Mo Lian couldn't help laughing, and touched the head of her daughter-in-law, letting out two organs, gave a cold command.

These two organs are also Fan Qiuhe and Fan Gu transformed by soul pumping.

Both were like Liu Yizhi, and both were used by Mo Lian as extreme organs to make them organs.

The more dangerous and difficult they are, the more they will go and let them go.

(End of this chapter)