The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

When I heard the old man's voice, the evil spirit suddenly turned around and looked at the three of them.

"Giggle, I know you." The evil spirits squinted and looked at the golden pen in the eyes of the old man.

Hong Min also turned his head. His eyes fell directly on Qin Mo, pointing to Qin Mo, whispering and respectfully saying: "Master, that person is to unlock the seal, it is his blood that has released you."

"Giggle, then... grab him." The evil spirit's slender pointed fingers pointed at Qin Mo, and the laughter in his mouth added horror. As soon as the voice fell, his arm jerked and he grabbed in the direction of Qin Mo.

A ray of light came from a side, fell on the black arm of the evil spirit, was hit by the light, and the arm immediately broke.

Retracting his injured arm, the evil spirits looked at the group of people here.

They probably have more than 100 people, and the number is not very large. However, from these people, they can feel the strong volatility of the Yuan, especially the old man in front of the station. He gives people a little more pressure than the old man.

Seeing them appear, the old man of the golden pen picked up from the place and went to the head of the person. He smiled and said: "Dust, you can only see my body if you don't come again."

The name of the old man who called the dust mites swept away, and Qin Mo and Lin Zikai both turned around. The sight of Lin Zizhen was over, and he said, "How did this monster come out?"

The tone is very casual, obviously not looking at the evil spirits in front of me.

The evil spirit touched himself and was cut off his arm. His eyes were unclear. He was suppressed for so many years. His reality did not reach the peak level of the year. Moreover, he glanced at the stone behind him. Only now he was released, even if it was added. The man on the ground and the people behind him are far from their opponents.

However, if the seal is untied, it will be completely different. His eyes flashed and he looked at Qin Mo behind everyone.

Thinking about it, he was boiled in the air for a moment, and wrapped it in the ground.

Wrapped in black air, I felt the feeling of severe pain in my head. Hong Min’s eyes were round and round, and the evil spirits were heard in the ear: “Let me attach you.”

Hong Min's hands tightened, nodded, and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the breath of the whole body had completely changed. He stood up straight and waved at the people in the lower tomb, shouting: "Up."

When the voice just fell, Hong Min’s body was lightning, and his body flashed, turning into a light and shadow, and flew into the crowd with no suffocation.

Hong Min’s movement was like opening a switch. The people in the cemetery quickly stood up from the ground and rushed over with Hong Min.

Seeing this situation, the dust mites and the gold pen face are slightly subtle. Although there is only one evil spirit in front of them, they can't forget how the evil spirits were rampant in the past. If there was no one to lead them, they would survive. The source world may be the evil spirits.

Hong Min's five fingers stretched out, and the sharp nails exuded a strange black light, sizzlingly and ruthlessly drawn toward the dust mites.

The dust mites bent at the waist and slipped backwards under the feet, avoiding the attack. The moment he stepped back, he suddenly found a few strengths that were not weak, and surrounded him firmly in the middle. The same was true of the old man.

"Be fooled." Dust brows wrinkled, and the old man with a golden pen glanced at him, his hands screamed and he wanted to solve the immediate troubles quickly. I didn't expect Hong Min's goal to be not them.

Hong Min's body shape turned, and he grabbed Qin Mo to the side. Hong Min was extremely fast, and people could not capture him.

There was a sense of uneasiness in the heart of Qin Mo, and his body shape quickly retreated. The sword in his hand had not yet had time to swing, and he was caught by Hong Min.

"Giggle, grabbed." Hong Min excited laughter spread in the air, carrying Qin ink will be back.

Looking at Hong Min's action, Lin Zikai patted the person in front of him and looked at Hong Min with a stern look, followed by him.

Hong Min jumped out of the crowd and came to the stone monument. He took the Qin ink and went to the stone monument.

Looking at his eyes constantly magnified the stone tablet, Hongmin raised the Qin ink waist suddenly sharply, the upper body leaned back a huge arc, while the palm of the hand extended forward, a dark mans hit the stone monument, preventing him from further approaching the stone tablet .

Hong Min brows his head and raises his palm. He wants to take a hand to Qin Mo.

"You dare!" Linzi screamed, and as the sound of Lin Ziyu fell, the stone monument shook violently. The golden light suddenly swept out of the stone tablet, and Jinguang gathered into a golden thread and fell on the forest.

Under the gold line, Lin Zikai's skin seems to have been plated with a golden light, and a very strong energy is radiated from his body.

Looking at Hong Min, Lin Ziyu’s eyes faintly flashed through the golden light. He raised his right hand, and the golden light on his long stick in his hand became more dazzling, and he slammed against Hong Min’s arm.

Hong Min acted a meal and took back the attack on Qin Mo’s palm. He felt a familiar atmosphere from this long stick, just like the breath of that person. That person used to seal their evil ghosts with a stick and an eagle.

Inside.

When he thought of it, he laughed and the man had already disappeared. In the future, it will be their evil spirits. The thin palms slowly extended, close to the stick, and the thick black light burst out from his body.

"Broken!" The black light flashed, and the low and screaming screams, and Hong Min’s eyes were gloomy, and the voice was cold and cold.

The long stick and the evil spirits arm intersected in the air, and a strong wind struck from the middle, and the surrounding air shook, and the two were quite similar.

Hong Min’s mouth rose, his face showed a **** smile, and a strange laughter appeared in his mouth. The five fingers bent. Under the sharp claws, the long stick trembled, and it seemed that the next moment would be crushed.

Lin Ziqi's arm trembled, watching Hongmin firmly control the Qin ink in his arms, his eyes flashed. It seems that I feel that Lin Zi’s unsteady mood at the moment, the stone monument vibrates and violently, and some of the stagnant golden light once again madly toward him.

Hit.

Along with this golden light, a strong energy fluctuation forest was scattered behind him. Among this huge force, a tall and vain shadow slowly formed.

I can't see the true face of the virtual shadow, but at that moment, almost everyone recognized his identity.

Dust mites and gold pens and old people stopped to move themselves, some looked at the illusory shadow, and their lips moved, but they could not say anything.

"Lingyuan." These two words were uttered by Hong Min, his eyes filled with strong hatred, and even the blackness of his body continued to boil, but he unconsciously stepped back a few steps. Even Qin Mo was unconsciously released by him.

Lin Ziqi raised his arm and pointed his hand at Hong Min. At the same time, he also mentioned the long stick in his hand. Lin Zikai's right hand moved, and the long stick in his hand and the long stick in the shadow of the hand waved against Hong Min.

"Dead." The low, hoarse voice slowly spread from the forest.

The golden sky was madly rushing toward Hong Min, and under the golden light, the whole sky was dark.

Supporting the stone monument beside him, Qin Mo did not move back a few steps and wanted to stay away from the two people's battle zone. As soon as he stood up, his stone monument suddenly moved, and a golden object was directly injected into his dantian.

Qin Mo's face changed slightly, and he glanced at the old stone tablet in the same place. His fingers tightened and he slowly loosened. His foot movements did not stop, leaving the altar.

Looking at the golden sticks that came to him constantly, Hong Min’s pupils tightened, and the scarlet color in his eyes flashed rapidly. Then he grinned and said sternly: "It is just a residual energy."

With that said, his figure suddenly dispersed, completely turned into a black gas, under the black gas, a pool of black water suddenly appeared in the air, where the black water passed, except for the stone tablet, everything else was corroded.

The golden baton blew up on the black water, and the blasting sound suddenly rang out in the middle, and the dazzling light slammed out. At this moment, people around could not open their eyes.

When they were able to see it again, the black water on the altar had disappeared.

"Did you die?" Looking at the bare altar, the old man with a golden pen whispered and asked.

"Well... no, no." The dust smudges suddenly slammed, and his voice fell for a moment, and a figure appeared slowly in front of them.

The figure was Hong Min. He was covered with blood and his face was pale and pale, and his breath was abnormally awkward. However, he was still alive.