The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

The darkness of the sky swept out of the altar, and it was full of yin, making the surrounding environment gloomy.

Hongmin Station in the center of the altar, Lin Zikai can clearly see a thick black gas from the bottom of the stone to the Hongyuan body, so that his original wilting breath suddenly rose.

A scarlet ray of light rushed from Hong Min's eyes. Hong Min snorted and smiled at the direction of Lin Zikai. The smile was filled with a horrible horror.

"The ghosts come to the DPRK." The hoarse horror sound slowly spread from Hong Min's mouth, and the sky was blacked out for a moment. At that time, the wind was so strong that it would not open your eyes.

Everyone could only hear a loud bang from the ear, and then Hong Min’s figure disappeared again on the altar and replaced by a gray-black smoke.

The gray-black smoke was extremely huge, almost covering the entire sky. The smog was so smoky that everyone could clearly see one of the grimacing faces, and a huge chain of chains spread from them, making a "slap" Huge sound.

After the bang, the ghost faces continued to tangled, twisting and squinting toward Lin Zikai.

Looking at the ghosts in front of him, Lin Biao's brow wrinkled, and Jin Guang continued to rush behind him. The original blurred figure gradually became clear.

He snorted in his mouth, staring at the ghosts, his palms moving, and behind him, the light and shadow turned into a golden light and greeted those ghosts.

The gorgeous light broke out from the light and shadow. When it touched the ghosts, the light and shadow suddenly stopped, and he raised some of his illusory hands and gently held it.

Those who clamored for boiling thousands of ghosts seemed to be suddenly caught in the throat, and their bodies were constantly struggling, but they could not move forward.

The palm of the hand is getting tighter and tighter, and the ghost body is constantly shrinking. At the same time, the light and shadow stretch out his free left hand. Even if you can't see the shape, you can imagine how long it was before the hand.

The hand suddenly picked up a strong golden light. Among the golden light, the palm of the hand quickly enlarged, and the strong air pressure slowly released.

The right hand clenched, and the left hand fanned down against the ghosts. .

"Boom!" A burst of dazzling light rose from the altar, and the sky and smoke covered the eyes of everyone.

Under this force, not only the altar, but even the volcanic rocks around the altar burst into cracks.

Feeling the violent volatility, the people around him are all looking down, and they are going backwards.

When the energy gradually subsided, the surrounding smoke also dissipated, and all the talents saw the situation in front of the eyes. The volcano was already devastated, except that the middle stone was still standing far away, and even the altar was completely watched. Not the original look.

The scene has been completely invisible to the source of light and Hong Min figure, only a touch of golden light and a lot of broken black gas above the altar.

Those golden light moved directly into the body of Lin Zikai, and those black gas trembled and quickly fled toward the original.

", can't let him escape." Seeing the black gas fleeing around, the dusty face changed, and suddenly screamed.

The voice of the dust mites has not yet fallen, and the body of the forest has moved. He stepped forward and his hands moved slightly. A golden screen appeared in the air, covering the past with the black air.

"Hey." There was a faint mist rising above the black gas, and the sharp and screaming sound came from it. The face of the forest was unchanged, and the hands were held, and the black gas was completely wrapped in the gold net.

Connected to the black net on the stone monument, Lin Ziqi quickly set up a printing method with his hands, then separated the five fingers, pressed the top of the stone tablet, and drank in the mouth: "Feng."

The radiance of the stone was flashing, gradually forming a swirl shape, swallowing the gold net into it.

In the distance, Wen Qing’s fingertips moved. A group of black people did not realize that they had drilled into him. He looked up and his mouth slid upwards with a sinuous arc, and his face showed a satisfied smile.

As the black gas was swallowed up by the stone, the entire altar edge became silent.

Originally, I also played against the other party in the cemetery. When I saw this situation, my face was white and the movement became flustered. Only a moment later, I was completely taken by the other party.

As time passed slowly and the sun shined on the altar, it was restored to the previous calm, and the altar was restored to its intact appearance. If there were no golden light on the stone, no one could see that it had happened here. what's up.

Qin Mo station is far away, watching the young man frowning and waving around the crowd, he did not hesitate to walk in the direction of him, just accepted the stone baptism, his golden light seems to have not scattered, Qin Mo heart jumped slightly.

He heard the young man's awkward voice: "Master."

Qin Mo’s gaze drooped and his eyes fell on the ground. After a long time, he looked up and watched the youth no longer a tender face. The cold breath gradually spread out and gently “gone”.

When I heard Qin Mo’s answer, I thought that I would still not get any response. Lin Zikai’s first look was a slap in the face. The master is this... forgive him?

He exhaled a deep breath, his mouth couldn't stop rising, and some tentatively held Qin Mo's right hand and continued to say: "Let's leave this first?"

Looking at the expression of Lin Ziyan, there is a smile in the eyes of Qin Mo, but it is all right.

He still looked like a cold, letting Lin Zixu pull his hand and touched the waist and belt. Before the situation was critical, he took Wen Laotou into the Qiankun bag, and it was time for him to settle down.

His line of sight drifted, passing over the crowd and falling behind Wen Qing, and faintly said: "Wen Qing, you can follow us."

Lin Zikai’s face was stiff and stiff, but he didn’t say much.

Qin Mo's voice is not big, but under the influence of Yuan Shenli, even if it is far apart, Wen Qing can hear it clearly.

He looked up at Qin Mo, and his eyes flashed through a dark man's eyes. He nodded and walked to Qin Mo without hesitation.

Lin Zi's body trembled, so he fell down directly.

Looking at Lin Zikai's body slid down, Qin Mo's face changed slightly, and the two men held hands together and slammed the forest, but they unconsciously showed a panic look, and they refused to look warm and turn around. I am leaving here.

Wen Qing's eyes flashed, followed by Qin Mo.

"Wait." The old man of the golden pen sounded behind them.

Qin ink kept on moving and continued to move forward. He remembered that there seemed to be a lot of herbs in Wen’s small yard. They should help Linzi.

"Young people, wait a minute, the source of the spirit... Lin Zikai, he is just overusing the power, and then it is out of force." One arm stretched out of the air, blocking the movement of Qin and Mo, while the dusty voice passed from the front. Come.

Qin Mo clung to Linzi's hands and slowly loosened his head. He nodded in the direction of the dust mites. He glanced behind him and walked around the dust mites, and continued to move forward.

Looking at Qin ink's so cold attitude, the dusty words stagnate, then reacted, and once again stopped Qin Mo, his eyes straight on the body, said: "You can probably guess, Lin Zizhen is the source of the spirit Reincarnation. He has already accepted two inheritances, and the latter inheritance has not been accepted. He needs to go with us to accept the next pass.

Cheng. ”

With that said, he reached out and marched toward Qin Mohuai, trying to **** his forest.

Qin Mo brows a wrinkle, his feet turn, and he breaks away from the dust mites. He looks at the dust mites, and there is a cold light in his eyes: "This matter, wait until the forest wakes up and say it."

When Qin Mo’s words came out, the dusty face suddenly fell cold. He was strong and strong, and few people would disobey him. The attitude of Qin Mo made him feel very uncomfortable.

The surrounding air is somewhat stagnant.

"Haha, haha." The old man on the side of the gold pen smiled twice and quickly came forward and took the dust mites. Others may not know, but he clearly understood how much Lin Zikai had to Qin Mo, he could Can not let the dust mites this bad temper old man hurt Qin Mo.

The old man of the golden pen smiled at Qin Mocan: "Yes, right, Qin Mo Xiaoyou said yes, this is indeed a decision for Lin Ziwei to make a decision."

"Gold pen, you..." The dusty brow wrinkled and turned to think of the old man.

The old man of the golden pen pulled his sleeve and said to Qin Mo: "Then we will leave with you first, and then make a decision after the forest wakes up."

Looking at the forest in the arms, Qin Mo nodded. This kind of thing can only be decided by Lin Zikai himself.