The Immortal’s Poison

A total of 17 bodies. Most of them have been rotten, but it is not difficult to tell from the items they carry with them. They are all Wen Bucai's disciples, most of them are Wen Leyang's elders, and a few are uncle elders. All the corpses were gritty, and the Qiqiao and fingers were filled with mud and buried vertically, as if some spell had suddenly sunk into the soil while walking, and were buried alive to death.

Fortunately, there are no people with dead fonts and no four grandpas. The uncle should be sent to Emeishan to find the disciples of the four grandpas. Wen Leyang rested for a moment, and then began to dig again to bury the pit, voicing his loved one's name silently in his heart, as soon as the matter was over, he took them back to Wen Jiazu's grave, and prayed to the dead to bless the four heads.

After burying the body, Wen Leyang hit the ground fiercely with a punch, and the soil was like a sudden encounter with the snow and ice of coal, which suddenly disappeared. One of Wen Leyang's right arms was deeply buried under the ground.

Jiuding Mountain Wenjia Village is located in the west of Sichuan. These deceased people are like Wen Leyang. They enter Emei Mountain from the west. The place where the corpse is buried is a gentle hillside. After four parents led the elite of the dead font into Mount Emei, Wen Tunhai sent his children several times to listen to the news. Most of them were buried alive by the enemy.

Seeing that there was no Luo family in the body, Xiao Chili took a light breath, and then felt a little inappropriate: "Yes ... Someone is here in ambush, the brothers and teachers of the Wen family ..." The family rules, and salutes a new tomb on the ground, comforting the dead.

Set up all the corpses, Wen Leyang closed his eyes and nourished his mind. Just when a glimmer of light dawned on the day, he carried Xiaoyi back and hurried in the direction of cutting Yanfeng.

Little Chili Mumu's eyes were red, and the zombie baby followed her in despair ...

Another day later, Wen Leyang and his party stood on the top of an unknown dangerous peak, and there was a lot of cheerfulness in front of them. The layers of the mountains had a panoramic view, and there was a faint mist everywhere. Xiao Yi flipped the map and reached out with his eyes. At the end is a steep high mountain that seems to have been carved out by a sky axe: "There is the Yanfeng Peak!"

Looking from afar, the Yanyan Peak is trapped in the endless mountains, and the air exudes quenching momentum, and it is out of step with the spirit of the surrounding mountains, like a lone wolf mixed in the flock. Recognizable.

After the unnamed dangerous peak, the terrain gradually widened and flat. Although the foot of the mountain was still rock and winter forest, but there was no steepness when it first entered the mountain, and what surprised them was that the winter mountain that should have been bleak and desolate, even It gradually became lively.

From time to time, someone traversed the valley, or over the hills, and a group of people gathered from all directions to the direction that led to the Yanyan Peak. These people have different dresses, men and women, old and young, there are old women with white powder and red flowers, old men who have chins to their feet, some young people wearing Adine Nike, and some people have a mobile phone in the world to find the signal mouth. Middle-aged people who keep complaining.

Some have a light body, some have sturdy footsteps. Without exception, both eyes are gleaming with bright light. When they meet each other, they either greet loudly with familiar acquaintances, or look at each other with a vicious expression.

This group of people are all strangely shaped, and their temperament is unruly, even if they appear in Wangfujing, it is estimated that the next day Sina headline must become "Alien mixed with Beijing shopping?" ", The subtitle is-Beijing welcomes you.

They were even more incredible when they appeared in the deserted mountains. Sure enough, there was a person in the crowd who looked like a reporter. He took a camera and kept shooting. A big fat man with protective hair was unhappy, and came over and scolded in an angry voice: " A bird ’s hair, you infringe on Lao Tzu ’s portrait rights! "Said the big fan-like hand in the depths, knocking over the camera in the reporter's hand.

The reporter screamed and threw a three-inch-long knife into the sky. The knife grew up against the wind. He would greet the fat man's head, and the big fat man would scream and grab his hand from the air. A big spiked mace came out.

Hurriedly skipped around a group of people to persuade, the reporter couldn't see it, and spit hard: "Our journalists have the power to interview and take pictures!"

Xiaomu Mumu looked at this group of people, his face was blue and white for a while, and Xiao Yi simply hid behind Wen Leyang.

Compared with all kinds of weirdos, Wen Jiu and Wen Shisan are already very qualified earthmen.

These people were in the same direction as Wen Leyang. Wen Leyang was wondering if he wanted to avoid them. An old man in his sixties, with a goatee, came to him and asked him in a heavy Tianjin accent: "You quack Well! "

The old man's waist was straight, his hair and beard were carefully meticulous, and there was a sharp breath all over his body. Wen Leyang felt that it was not a person but a sharp knife that poked in front of him.

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The monk of the water mirror stood on the top of a mountain beam, patrolling from side to side with the fierce light, and the golden chime was suspended in the air quietly, and from time to time a loud metal bell roared like a loud bell. Opening the air, leaving layers of ripples in the sky, the monk looked for a while and shouted impatiently at the not-so-distant old man: "What about people?"

Lao Dao is holding Xiao Feijian to pick the black mud in his nails: "Ran chanting ~ www.readwn.com ~ The monk stomped his feet unwillingly, and when he reached out, he would pull the string of beads on his neck Suddenly, he jumped up and grabbed the monk's hand: "You're crazy! "

The monk's face was full of anger, and the black and gray on his face were so squeezed that he fell down: "This dog is also poisoned with heartbreak and heartbreakingness! Even if he used the mountain coffin magic technique, if Lao Tzu discovered it in time, you and I still have a few Doll, you have to be buried alive by him! You get away, I let Fazhu turn him out ... "

Lao Dao grabbed the monk's hand: "Do you know what this place is? This is Mount Emei! If you put eighteen beads out of the mountain, the dog debris may not be found, and the old goblin can definitely turn out a lot! "Unfortunately, Wen Jiu and Wen XIII are not by their side, otherwise they will happily come together and ask: Do you also know the elves?"

The monk of the water mirror froze for a moment, and put down his hatred hand from the bead: "What should I do then let the dog run away?"

"Your bald head is covered with hair, right? Why is that small miscellaneous debris hiding in the dark arrows of Mount Emei to hurt people?"

The water mirror reached out and recruited Xiao Qing from the sky back: "You mean ... cutting Yanfeng?"

The old man nodded slowly, hey and smirked: "Rao is that old ghost like a ghost ..."

The monk's eyes rolled over: "Is this what you said?"

Ji Fei didn't care too, his eyes shone with a cunning light: "Less nonsense, go away, and it's no more fun to watch when you are late!"

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