Black Lotus Tactics Manual

The black lotus has some self-knowledge, but this year, evil things see evil things, and are also greeted with hello?

Miao Miao ran towards Mu Sheng, and noticed that he had slipped the devil handle on his wrist and pinched it in his hand. He could not help but stand upright: "What do you want to do ?! Do not disrespect the Buddha ..."

The voice did not fall, and the demon shank was struck violently, straightly pounding the head of the statue.

Ling Miaomiao: "..."

Amitabha, the black lotus is responsible for everything.

Mu Sheng's expression was very serious. His movements were extremely fast, as if storms and storms were invading. While collecting the demon shank, a stack of runes was wiped and lined up in the air. The runes quickly formed an encircling circle, like a grinning dog with fangs, like a sharp arrow, attacking the statue fiercely.

The golden statue of the poor royal family, surrounded by heads and feet, surrounded on all sides, innumerable attacks in the blink of an eye, the golden light burst into the eyes.

Miao Miao instinctively covered her eyes with her arms——

"It turned out that I was not excited to see you ..."

Mu Sheng's eyes turned slightly red, and his boiling murderous intention leaped in his eyes, and he slowly extinguished some boredom. "I'm afraid."

Miao Miao opened her eyes, the battle was unexpected, and there were only a few choking smoke in front of her. There was death again in the hall.

Is the monster too weak? Or the voice is too strong?

or……

What about the statue? When I looked up, I was almost shocked by the cold sweat. The "Zujin" statue cut off the waist, and the ruined lower body leaked a big mouth. It was hollow inside, and there was a vaguely angular shadow.

Miao Miao leaned over to look at it. With the dim light of candlelight, it was vaguely visible that it was a red lacquered box. After a closer look, the outside of the box was wrapped in cowhide. Due to the long time, the skin decayed and peeled, which appeared mottled .

With a heartbeat in her chest, she climbed up to the table, stooped down and took the box out, blowing it with a "huh", the heavy dust flew away and danced around.

The two looked at each other.

Mu Sheng glanced at her hands with no interest: "Open it, this is the relic of Zhao Qinru."

Miao Miao shook her hand to open it. The box was not locked, only the skin of the port was worn out, and it was a bit rusty. When it was opened, it made a squeaking noise.

Two black pebbles lie on the yellow silk cloth. Miao Miao can't help but look at the black lotus. "Is this a relic?"

Mu Sheng also looked at her: "Look at what I do, I have never seen the relic--"

Suddenly the back of the hand was cold, and suddenly there was a dark shadow, which jumped out of the box, and the floor became a person's appearance, bowed his back, and quickly burrowed into the wall behind the broken Buddha statue.

She was suddenly pulled to the side by him, and the sound of her voice hurriedly said: "Don't follow me first."

Immediately, a whizzing sound, Miao Miao eyes and a flower, Mu sound has chased the black shadow and disappeared.

There is a large, sparkling, circular hole on the wall behind the Buddha statue, and there seems to be a cloud fluttering there.

"Hello ..." She patted the wall, which was solid.

Just now, is the monster too weak, or the voice is too strong, or ... is it a trap to invite the king into the urn?

Mu Sheng was born to be arrogant and arrogant, and died, and the sword and the fire were also smooth. For him, traps and provocations are all invitations, and there is only one way to go.

What about her, chasing or not chasing?

With a wonderful heart, she put the box down, took the small stone with a handkerchief, put it in her sleeve, stepped on the table, and plunged it into the round hole.

Liu Fuyi's stamina is rapidly consuming.

There was heavy fog in the woods, the cold moonlight shining on the fallen leaves, and the white mist fluttering like cotton clouds, tangling eyes.

If only he and Mu Yao walked along the way, it would be nice to say that there was only a Duanyang Emperor who fell in love with Mei Xiang on the back.

"Brother Liu ..." Duan Yang's cheeks were red, and there was a crying voice in his voice. Liu Fuyi felt a little tricky and turned back halfway, "What's wrong, Highness?"

Duan Yang wriggled on his back, making Mu Yao's face darker, "This palace ... This palace is really uncomfortable ..."

"Your Highness and forbearance, you are almost here ..."

Conditions are not good, so we have to create conditions. Mu Yao was wearing a wound on her body. At this time, she did not care about the men's and women's defenses. The gentleman was different. Liu Fuyi carried her on her back, fed a green pill to her mouth, and gently told her to contain it.

Miserable wind and bitter rain on Duan Yang's face: "Where are we going?"

Liu Fuyi's expression was firm: "Go back to the palace."

However, in front of the white mist, Mu Yao saw the familiar diamond-shaped notch on the thick trunk and looked at Liu Fuyi and sighed.

Walked back to the same place.

The old temple has already become the base camp of the evil spirits. The two did not dare to slack off and killed them all the way. They finally rescued Emperor Duanyang who was frightened by half of his life. Inadvertently stepped into this illusion.

In the illusion, there is always such a month and night, Duan Yang is scared and has no sense of the passage of time, but they know that it may have been a day or more outside.

The charm of catching a demon, with half the effort for the ghosts and contaminants, the charms on Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao are almost used up and down. If there is a surplus, it will not be allowed to let Duanyang Emperor Ji twist into a twist.

Suddenly the feet were cold, and the two looked down cautiously. It turned out to be a badger, who quickly brushed over the corner of Liu Fuyi's robe and stepped on the fallen leaves.

Mu Yao felt dizzy under a tense mental tension, and suddenly relaxed at this moment, thinking a little confused: Will there be badgers in the illusion?

Emperor Duanyang was like a startled bird, burying his head in Liu Fuyi's neck and screaming in shock: "What is that ..."

Liu Fuyi made her ringing in tinnitus and patted her arm with dizziness.

The voice did not fall, the Badger turned around, and suddenly turned into a curled black shadow, stretched his limbs and stood up, rushed straight towards Liu Fuyi.

"Fuyi--"

"what--"

Mu Yao and Duan Yang screamed at the same time.

Liu Fuyi is really unlucky.

If he had only one person, he shook his sleeves and wore the moonlight, and the monsters and monsters could not get close. He was carrying an emperor Ji who had no power of chickens and could only scream when he was in trouble. He couldn't show it for a while, but he was afraid to jump away. That thing would take the opportunity to take Duanyang, and he had to gritt his teeth, facing him Holding the shadow, he was taken aback.

The shadow is an individual.

The low-level monsters will definitely not attack the fragile points of catching monsters with such precision. Liu Fuyi's soft waist and abdomen, with his resisting hand, was stabbed into him with a sword-like black gas.

Mu Yao's eyes were red, and a burst of explosion sparks burst from the palm of his hand, like a row of mountains and seas, blowing all the way to his eyes and burning into a wall of fire.

The black shadow seemed to be afraid of fire, his hair all exploded, and he stepped back a few steps, almost dissipating into a black smoke, and gathered again not far away.

At the same time, the corner of Mu Yao's skirt seemed to sweep up the white snow, and spun around, standing in front of Liu Fu's body. Four or five spells flicked from the palm of his hand and turned towards the black shadow.

"Brother Liu! Brother Liu!" Emperor Ji screamed exhaustedly.

Liu Fu's body was seriously injured, and his white clothes were covered with blood, and he couldn't stand it anymore. His lips were pale, and he put her on the ground with a strong breath.

Duan Yang hugged him in his arms, tears raging more violently.

Mu Yao heard Duan Yang's sharp voice, and her heart was disturbed for a moment, but just looking back for a moment, the black shadow behind him quickly stretched out a thorn, which seemed to be waiting for her.

"Snapped--"

In a thousand shots, a spark-can't be called a spark, is simply a violent fireball bursting instantaneously, the core of the fireball is cold blue, and the outer periphery is orange with stripes, so gorgeous and lethal.

The black shadow let the fireball "boom" and explode, making a terrifying hissing sound. In the end of the hissing sound, the smell of a man growling and shouting was heard faintly.

This is Tao Ying's wraith.

Mu Sheng's robe twitched, startling the fallen leaves, the fallen and rolled leaves were slanted out by a huge force, forming a vortex, surrounding it in the middle, unable to withstand the violent wind, and shattering in the air dumb It became powder.

One step later, the consequences are disastrous.

Mu Shengxue's white face looked particularly dark in this situation. He looked far at the black shadow suspended on the ground, and his dark eyes were smashed: "Continue to run."

The black mist in the air could not be formed for a long time, just like a man who was blown up and crying over his face, staring at him bitterly for a long while, "Wow-" dissipated in the air.

"Sister, are you okay?"

The moment Mu Sheng turned around, the anger on his body was completely clean, and he instantly became a well-behaved young man. His eyes ran red and took Mu Yao's hand. Shallow scratches, cried in amazement, "Are you injured?"

Liu Fuyi, who was bleeding from the side: "..."

Mu Yao looked at his brother staring blankly and forgot to pull back his hand for a moment.

His appearance was abrupt and amazing, and the power that erupted was something she had never seen and never imagined this younger brother could possess. The breath on him could no longer be described as demonish ...

Is it because of the blood of the monster? still is……

"What are you still doing!" Interrupted her thoughts with a loud cry, Emperor Duanyang's eyes were swollen crying, holding Liu Fuyi unconscious, "Brother Liu is almost dying, you still Stand here to chat ?! "

Mu Yao was flabbergasted and flew over to see Liu Fuyi's wound, causing angry Duan Yang to knock her hand away: "blame you!" She turned to Mu Sheng, "and you!"

Mu Sheng's face sank, and Mu Yao pulled him and persuaded: "A Sheng!"

Mu Yao forcibly endured grievances and said aloud, "Let me help him deal with it."

She found out the only hemostatic sign left all over her body. Attached to Liu Fuyi's wound.

Fortunately, it was just an ordinary wound, neither demon power nor poison, but blood loss would cause some suffering. As long as you cultivate well for a few days, there is no harm.

Mu Yao took a light breath and unconsciously reached out and stroked Liu Fuyi's pale face, with a very light tone, as if coaxing him to sleep: "Fuyi, it's alright. A sound is coming."

Liu Fuyi really woke up from a half-sleep, opened their eyes, and the two looked at each other. He smiled slightly: "Well, I'm fine." Only one sentence, I fell asleep again, as if I was supporting it now, just to give her Such a reassuring smile.

Ling Miaomiao drilled through the hole behind the Buddha statue and saw the scene of tenderness like this old man and his wife.

She envisioned the scene of confluence with the protagonist group countless times, and the numerous difficulties that she may encounter along the way, that is, she never imagined that as soon as she got into the fantasy realm, she directly merged with the protagonist group. .

... It's really perfunctory.