Overgod Ascension

“You saw it, too? ”

Wu Ming looked around and saw three equally stubborn faces in Shanlan.

“We…”

Mountain Lan and Ling Lonely Hung are bitter faces: “When did you choose the good camp? ”

“How do I know? ”

Wu Mingxin was a little depressed because of the irony of how this task sees it: “However... now that we have taken over the task, we can only try to accomplish it. Fortunately, we do not have to confront the Montenegrin monarch directly, and there is one aspect of the Black Taiwan Town that can help..."

That being said, it is possible to hear it rival the monarch of Montenegro, who is 300 miles old, and the hearts of several people are naturally heavy.

“Mission change… should I notify the Thousand Knives? ”

Mountain's face changed slightly and he said: “Although he is only a small leader in the blood league, he can also mobilize some resources...”

“I'm afraid... it's not that simple...”

Wu Ming sighed: “How do you know each other is like our mission? If it wasn't, wouldn't it have handed over the handle for nothing? ”

“That's true...”

Lin Zhi and Ling Lonely Hung all changed their faces. Shanlan added: “Not bad, I have not thought about it. Thanks for the reminder! ”

Wu Ming knew immediately that the three men were obviously under too much pressure and that all six gods were defenceless.

Even more so is the heart: “Is the Divine Way of this world so powerful? ”

At this time, he didn't say much, a few people chatted a few words, and without wishing to continue, he went back to his room and fell asleep.

Night.

On a cloudy day, the county city has a curfew. In ancient times, it was even harder to see a light fire. When the children were ugly, the heavens and the earth were full of black holes.

In the cabin, Wu Minghe lay down with his clothes, breathing evenly and long, seemingly nil, the upper layer of plump slight millimeter, if hidden.

The tortoise's qi nourishment, practicing to the pure green state of the furnace fire, is in the sleep, it also has benefits.

“Gollum! ”

At this time, the window was moving, and in the dark, one thing seemed to penetrate.

As soon as the object rolled in the room, it became a human figure with sharp fingernails and pounded over the bed.

Boom!

Just as the inky green nails were about to get caught in Wu Ming's shirt, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared and the whole interior was glittering.

“Ah!”

The shadow emitted a high and awesome scream, revealing the beard, blue-faced fangs, blue-faced to horrible faces. He looked horribly at Wu Ming's golden light and wanted to retreat.

“What kind of a ghost is that? ”

Wu Ming opened his eyes and watched quietly. The corner of his eyes jumped again: “I am not a prisoner, but I am offended. OK! Very good!”

Not much said, flying out a charm, affixed to the door frame, the entire surface of the house seemed to be flashing with a honghua, crystalline glass, more like copper wall iron wall, this ghost dispersed invisible, at this time hit, but screamed, bounced back.

“This is driven ghost?! ”

Wu Ming's eyes appeared to jump from the bed, like a tiger down the mountain, whistling, punching out, true qi drives the wind, air flow in the house.

“Knock it off! ”

The thin figure of the ghost is like paper. Faced with Wu Ming's fist, it is a floating retreat, like a raging canoe, let the wind wave rise, but can not overturn one side.

However, at this time, I saw Wu Mingqi's blood masculine, and I dared not go forward to offend him. I kept crashing into windows and doors.

“It is true that... kung fu is only able to protect itself and cause harm to this invisible object before it is innate and concentrated? ”

The warrior's qi and masculinity, if there is no fear in his heart, the average ghost is naturally unable to come close, but at this time, he can only protect himself.

But by birth, even practicing qi, gathering qi and blood spirit in the trick, it is different, the boxing wind can even hurt ghosts and demons!

However, Wu Ming is only the peak of the true atmosphere at this time. The spirit of refinement is still a little short of condensation. Naturally, this effect.

“The warrior before the sixth degree of flesh, if you want to deal with ghosts, only...”

Wu Ming's fingers bounced, nails stabbed on the index finger, squeezed out a drop of bright red as an agate, crystal clear blood beads, danced claws against a tooth, like a mockery ghost smashed out.

Boom!

The red shadow flashed in the boxing wind and broke through the ghost's chest.

“Ah!”

The ghost screamed a scream, his chest broke a big hole, his body scattered for a while, his pupils even appeared frightened, and he hit the window quickly, like a stranded beast.

“Ordinary people, bite the tongue spike blood, Shaoyang location, also have the ability to find ghosts, especially the martial arts... to deal with this ghost, not even the tongue spike blood, ordinary blood is enough... of course, it must be the martial arts full state, if you are seriously injured, even have some fear, the spirit of fine energy can not unite, blend into the blood, but there is not much effect...”

Wu Ming remembered a little more.

“What is it?”

The outward shock of the mountains came with a bright sword.

It was obvious that the noise had made several people next to it aware.

Wu Ming saw this, there was no experimental mood, pulled out the Peach Wood Sword, chopped several times, the grim ghost screamed and dissipated, silk black gas, just under the golden light slowed down.

“What happened? ”

After a few breaths, the voices of Mountain Lan and Ling Lonely Hung came in.

Wu Ming opened the door and even saw the figure of the Confucian forest equipment coming out of the house. Obviously, in this mission world, none of these people can be completely relieved and alert as soon as the wind blows grass.

“It's fine to be disturbed by unscheduled guests...”

At this time, Wu Ming naturally cleaned up everything that was in the way of his eyes, his clothes were neat and his face looked good, making Shanlan and Ling Lonely Hungton feel deeply unpredictable.

“What are you... doing? ”

When I saw Wu Ming go outside the courtyard, Shanlan asked.

“I've been a courtesan for a while! ”

Wu Ming's eyes flashed a hint of cold light, grinning.

No revenge. Do you really think he pinched it for the mud? Moreover, Wu Ming immediately became associated with the attack as soon as the mission was issued.

‘From this ghost, the person behind the manipulation is obviously not very tough, not even a monk, at best he is a first-rate magician who has learned a few methods of servitude ghosts...’

‘And… not too far away…’

Wu Ming flipped over the wall, like a psychic cat, with a little cold color on his face...

……

“Ah... my little one... my little one is broken! ”

Just before, when Wu Ming killed the ghost, it was not far from the inn. In a small courtyard, in the cabin, a horseface man's nostrils bled, screamed, his muscles twitched, cold sweat, seemed to suffer enormously.

“Well... that goddamn thing killed my kid... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ”

After a rough breath, the horseface man rolled up and looked pale, with a bitter hatred in his eyes.

In his vicinity, Yuhao's face with another bloodthirsty alliance is also not very good: “Third Ma... we all know what you are capable of, it seems that this time the other party has a capable person...”

Slaughter Ho looked around again and shook the bodies of several shivering newcomers: “We can't stay here anymore, let's go now! ”

The county city has a strict law, and there are ghosts in this world. This is especially taboo.

Not to mention, the whole of Heitai County is essentially still within the jurisdiction of the city, although the county is huge, tens of thousands of people, not necessarily noticed here, but it is always a problem.

“My little one...”

But Ma Laoshan cried and felt worse than his own son.

“I told you... this method of serving ghosts, to feed ghosts, to wound people first, and also to fight back, compared to Genmen's authentic Gods do not know how much worse color... this time is not an opportunity, abandon this small technique before it is, and replace it with a new one! ”

A young man standing next to Massacre opened his mouth.

When he did not speak, he was ordinary, as if he were an ordinary person, but at this time, the opening was very organized, more like some sort of majesty, so that the slaughterhouse did not dare to speak, and Ma Lao San even nodded his name.

But Ma Lao nodded and smiled again.

Of course he also wants to practise Genmen, but how expensive is it? Such as the Five Ghosts of the Xuanmen Handling Method, it covers ghost hunting, ghost rearing, altar, sacrifice, ghost eating, spells and other deities of the Phantom, refining ghosts to come out, such as arms to make fingers, very powerful, there is no risk of backphage, but the price is also so high that the whole 200 feats! In exchange for the Temple of the Lord, it takes two thousand and two hundred small deeds to sell him and raise no money.

Not to mention, after buying the magic trick, you always need the accompanying magic apparatus, and even the shady ghost rearing. Finally, you have to catch powerful ghosts yourself, scattered, and you can't even take 3,000 small kung fu!

With his accumulated family on several rounds of missions, he can redeem this‘ ghost feeding technique 'has exhausted the bottom of the house, and other things he dares not think about.

At this time, listen to the young man continue: “Of course... I also know that it is not easy for you to practice. After this time, you can lend your merit. This time, it will be broken and stand back. It is very difficult to die, there will be a blessing! ”

“Thank you, Mr. Zheng. Thank you, Mr. Zheng! ”

In the main temple, he also borrowed credit. It was a great favor to save his life. Lady Ma thanked him very much, and even said goodbye to him. Even the darkest thought was: "This Master Zheng Qian Zheng, the rumor has come to pass, his brother is at the top of the bloodshed alliance, even the butcher boss has to wait carefully...”

But there was a slight thought of hugging the thigh.

Looking at the face of the slaughterhouse, I saw its peace, not much color, and darkened determination.

“But you were right about the slaughter. We can't live here anymore. Let's go! ”

Zheng Qian saw the subjugation of Lao San Ma and nodded slightly.

It is not easy to survive the tasks of the Lord's Temple several times.

Although this Ma Lao San has no pattern and looks dirty, his life is shady and he can practise ghost cultivation methods. He is also a talent if he is not big or small.

He leaned on his brother, no one dared to deceive him for a moment, but how terrible was the temple of the Lord? Even the Blood Alliance is only a struggling ant. Naturally, it is more prepared to strengthen itself.