Here Lies The Wicked

When Lucky Fragrance broke the ghost and hit the wall, Fang was about to take a step, but noticed a detail of Lucky Fragrance in his hand.

His luck incense, smoke, green cigarette rolling, luck incense after breaking the surrounding ghosts beating the wall, the rising fireworks did not stop running straight to kill Jin Xiali suspected of the great shore presence of the great shadow.

Fireworks collided dramatically with Jinxia.

The two are wearing each other out.

Twenty lucky incense in your hand is consuming fast. When twenty lucky incense in your hand burns to only half, click!

A crisp sound was clearly heard.

Similar to the abnormal sound of rock cracking.

Just as Fang Zheng was surprised, Jinxia disappeared in front of him, and all the divine golden light on the top of the mountain disappeared, leaving only darkness around.

Just before the golden light dissipated, Fang finally saw what Jinxia had always been regarded as something of a god!

Hercules is a big stone buddha!

The Great Stone Buddha was engraved with blue fangs and had no face of mercy.

The immense phantom covered in the holy light is no god who seems to be immortal! It's an evil Great Stone Buddha!

With a little thought, Fang immediately figured out everything in front of him. It should have been some time in the past, the old Devil Buddha hid one of himself under the graves of the blessed land, using the particularities of this world of the dead to conceal its place, to avoid the obsession with the cleansing of the two big parties.

Even use obstructionist methods to disguise oneself as a god, to bring people here, to devour the living.

Just as it was under Lake Dragon, it ate the living without a sound.

Fang just glanced at Big Stone Buddha instantly, Jinxia retreated, surrounded by instant darkness. But the scent of luck in his hand, the strong smoke castration, actually went straight into the dark somewhere.

Next, the square-face shows a strange color.

“Stupid stuff! You can't even do this little thing. Are you blind? You can't see a hole in front of you this wide! ”

Boom!

Smoke and dust, like the sound of a building collapse.

“Besides eating, you're nothing but stupid. You won't hide when you see a wall fall down! ”

In the evening, the old lady's pointy sourness screamed and scolded, looking angry.

Boom!

Once again, something collapsed.

“The Buddha you left behind by your grandmother is a waste of money. Pigs are more gifted than you are. No wonder your grandmother didn't let you inherit her abilities after she died! ”

“Are you trying to piss me off? You're knocking me off! ”

“There's no way out there! ”

“There's the cliff! ”

……

The old man screamed in a desperate manner, as if she had suffered a lot.

Fang frontally exposed strange, look at the old man this scolded all the way, this is not very peaceful all the way, bad luck all the way, and in listening to the meaning, it seems that the old man's shrine cabinet was carried by people, which caused the old man to suffer a lot.

The man carrying the shrine cabinet, perhaps the one he had seen before, squatting one of two people at a time!

“How many times has this corpse scolded Lucky Incense behind her back, she can be chased by Lucky Incense constantly. Hearing her scolding so miserably, she has had enough luck to drink cold water and sew her teeth..." Fang Zheng wondered.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to hunt down the corpse old man, so he could take the opportunity to see the true face of Big Stone Buddha after Jinxia. There was no hesitation, and he followed the position of the lucky smoke and flew away. His figure flashed and chased out.

The idea of Fang Zheng is simple. On board the scent of fortune is not yet burned, the plane leaves the corpse old, eternally ill.

Don't let the corpse old man rendezvous with the monster corpse, it will be harder to kill the corpse old man.

At the top of the mountain at night, the wind was so high that it whistled.

In Shenyu, there are many buildings like palace clusters. There is no choice to fly on the roof. The peril in this Shenyu is unknown. The targets in the sky are undoubtedly too large, greatly increasing the risk of exposure.

Fortunately, the lucky scent leads us not to get lost in the complex terrain of the palace, along the way we see a number of collapsed walls and palaces.

The route of these falling ruins coincides with his pursuit of the corpse's old man.

Even later, he didn't need to look at the scent of luck, just look at the trail of collapse and chase it all the way.

“Who!”

Halfway there, he saw a man standing next to a rubble.

The man also seemed to see the direction coming, his body tight, looking this way.

Fang Zheng approached to see who that person was. It turns out that he was the priest who walked with the Ninja Dong. This priest should be a hybrid, yellow skin, heterochromatic eyes, in his fifties or so years old, lean figure.

The priestly robe on his body, which looks like a handmade robe, although thin, does not look too wide or loose on him.

The clothes on the priest, according to different connotations, are strictly divided in colour.

White sanctity, green life, black death.

The black robe priest, the most visited place, was at the funeral, in retrospect, etc.

And the priest in front of him, he was wearing a black robe.

When he saw the single, half-blooded priest, his eyes flashed with a hint of thought.

With so many people missing, the priest was able to live in peace until now, and it seems that he is also a man of secrecy.

Since entering the mountain, there have been strange and evil doors everywhere, and everyone who survives safely has their own means of preserving their lives.

When the hybrid priest saw it was Fang Zheng, his eyes glistened: “Did you also hear the sound and keep track of it? ”

“Looks like we're on the same side. ”

I don't know, Fang Zhenghao: “No, we're not. ”

The priest looked at Fang Zheng.

He didn't think much about it. He saw the fragrance of fortune in Square Hand. He was a little curious. At the same time, his subconscious fanned the wind in front of his nose.

“Have you seen any other missing persons on your way here?” The priest was just about to ask, who knows, at this time of day, a wicked wind, heh!

The priest lifted a finger, looked at it or didn't look at it, and slapped it on a roll, ready to shoot a dead leaf in his face, from the middle of it all into two.

The priest's eyes were puzzled, seemingly curious, where the dead leaves came from around here.

Only Fang Zheng knows why.

Just because the priest had just inadvertently done a wave of fan action, he provoked the scent of fortune.

However, Fang Strangely, the scent of fortune so easily let go of the priest, Fang just thought of this, suddenly, the direction of smoke rising from the scent of fortune turned, and a wave of ripples in the air.

After the ripples… it is another world, as if it were close by, and as if it were far from the sky, where there is a incense stove, the incense stove is lit with incense!

That's what the corpse smells like!

It was the corpse old man who killed him again!

No wonder the incense of fortune temporarily abandoned the priest, because the incense of fortune faced this time is directly the incense of the corpse!