The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother - Chapter 72

In the horror of the murderous scarlet, the red scorpion slowly rises up, and the head of the house slams up a taunting arc, and a black huge disc emerges behind him.

The owner sneered, and the finger moved. The black disc shot straight in the direction of Qin Mo and Lin Zikai. Looking at the black plate, it was especially small. The owner said coldly and coldly: “There is a chance to die under the magic disk. You should be content.”

The huge magic disk rises to the sky, facing the direction of Qin Mo and Lin Zikai.

Under the huge magic disk, the black light illuminates the body of Qin Mo and Lin Zi, so that their faces are pale.

Qin Mo and Lin Zikai looked at each other, under the huge pressure of the magic disk, Qin Mo and Lin Zikai found that they could not move.

In the direction of Lin Zikai nodded, Qin ink clenched his hand in the sword, the body of the sword flashed, and Lin Zikai around the golden light intertwined, there is no war in the middle of the light.

A thin palm suddenly stretched out from behind them, and left and right on the shoulders of Qin Mo and Lin Zikai.

“You are not his opponent yet.” The old man of the golden pen was slightly dry and heard from behind.

With the old man of the golden pen falling, Qin Mo and Lin Ziyu felt a strong road from the shoulder. Under the force, they lost their body and controlled and left the place.

When Qin Mo looked forward, he saw the old man who was thin and thin and walked out of behind them without any urgency. There was a strong energy in the thin body. He looked up and looked at the top of the magic disk, his eyes slightly picked up, and then the sleeves shook, and a brush appeared in his hand.

The old man of the golden pen took a step, and the brush in his hand rose, and a golden glow poured out from the tip of the brush.

“Hey!” The huge impact sounded, and the brush flew out with the golden light, hitting the magic disk above the sky. Touching the golden light, the black around the magic disk suddenly faded, and under the fierce attack of the golden pen, the magic disk gradually broke into the air.

“Golden pen old ghost, are you still alive?” The recalled airborne black air, the original expression of the original owner has already been put away, his hands are behind his back, his fists are tightly gripped, the eyes are cold, and the cold is suppressing the sound from the scorpion. Extrusion.

“Hong Min, you are not a ghost, the old monster is still alive, how can I not live?” The old man’s face smiled casually, but his eyes stretched out and revealed a strong taboo.

A hundred years ago, he had a hand with Hong Min, who was not the cemetery. At that time, although Hong Min’s strength was not as good as her, it was not much different.

Now, without the traces of Lin Zikai and Qin ink, the old man of the golden pen sneaked through the cemetery below, feeling a few extremely powerful Yuanshen fluctuations, and the brows wrinkled tightly together.

Moreover, the old man’s eyes fell on the altar behind Hong Min, his fingers trembled fiercely, and the anger in his eyes could no longer be covered.

He stepped out of his foot, and the pressure on his body was unreservedly pressed against Hong Min, and he angered in his mouth: “Hong Min, I didn’t expect you to be obsessed with it, and now I want to release those evil spirits.”

Upon hearing this, Hong Min’s face was slowly closed, his mouth was lightly swayed, and his face looked disdainful: “The singer of Yan Yu’s knowledge of Hongjun, and other people can’t understand my grand ideals.”

Hong Min’s gaze shifted to the warm old man on the altar. The eyes glowed in his eyes and muttered: “This moment is finally here.”

Wen Laotou has already reached the middle of the stone monument, his eyes are blind, staring at the stone monument. Seeing this scene, the whole space was silent, and only quietly looked at the middle of the altar.

The old man suddenly slammed down like this. The boiling magma boiled out from under him, and it passed his knees. When the magma passed, the red blood dripped from him.

As if I couldn’t feel the pain, the old man’s body trembled and raised his head against the stone tablet. In a flash, the blood splattered and the whole stone was stained.

“Oh…” was stained with blood, and the stone trembled fiercely, and a burst of squeaking sounds slowly spread from it. In the faint, a little black gas was pulled out from under the stone tablet. At the same time, there seemed to be a ghost screaming in the middle of the altar, which was particularly infiltrating.

Qin Mo and his fists clenched, his hands quickly extended, and slammed against the enchantment of the altar. The bright light flashed rapidly between his hands, a very dangerous energy radiated from the hands of Qin Mo, straight The ground hit the enchantment.

The enchantment swayed and there was no change.

“Ha ha ha, success, success!” Hearing the voice of the ear, Hong Min enjoyed his eyes and blinked. His arms were high, his head was slightly raised, his lips were shaking for a moment, and he said a few words silently. That action seems to be welcoming.

At this moment, a gleaming golden light appeared on the stone tablet, spreading from the center of the stone tablet. When the golden light swept past, the blood on the stone tablet quickly fell off, and the stone monument recovered its original simplicity.

“Hey!” The stone monument shook violently, and a loud bell sounded. The overbearing momentum came from above the stone tablet and ran straight toward the black gas below.

The black gas seemed to have encountered something of fear and retreated back at speed. On the altar, the previous silence was restored, and only the blood on the head of Wen’s head kept flowing down.

There was a flash of light in front of him. Qin Mo found that the enchantment in front of him seemed to be thinner than before, and his hands were raised, and he once again slammed a blow on the enchantment.

“Hey!” The cracking sound rang, and smoke and dust rose from the altar. Under the attack of Qin Mo, the enchantment broke. At the moment of the enchantment, the magma on the altar also returned to the bottom of the volcano.

Do not think much, Qin ink pointed to the ground, skipped the ground on the altar, and quickly came to the side of the stone beside the old man.

The old man was unable to rely on the stone monument, and broke a big hole in his forehead, and the blood could not stop flowing.

Seeing Qin Mo, the old man’s dim light gradually lighted up. He was previously controlled by the cemetery to lose his consciousness, but at this moment he was seriously injured and his consciousness finally woke up.

He barely hooked his mouth and tried to show a smile. There was a sharp pain in his body, and his face muscles twitched and his expression suddenly stiffened.

His lips trembled and he said for a long time: “Qin Mo.”

Qin Mo’s hands trembled a little, quickly took out a bottle of liquid medicine from the Qiankun bag, and poured it into the mouth of the old man’s head. The liquid medicine rolled down from the corner of the old man’s mouth and fell on his clothes.

“No need to worry.” Looking at Qin Mo and the usual hasty action, Wen old man reached out to stop him. There is no flesh and blood on the dry five fingers, only five white flowers and phalanx are left.

Wen’s face finally had a smile on his face, and his tone was hoarse: “Before being controlled by the people in the tomb, my gods have all collapsed, and the gods are close to the edge of the collapse. Even if these injuries are cured, it is useless. ”

Qin Mo acted, the whole person was stiff, the eyes were low, and the ground fell on the blood, and it was quiet for a while.

“It doesn’t matter, I have lived for a long time, and it is a good thing to go to see his mother earlier.” So, Wen’s eyes are blurred, and it seems that a girl wearing a pink dress is standing in front of her. Exposing him to the distance

A sweet smile.

“I only have one wish, that is… cough and cough…” Wen Laotou grabbed Qin Mo’s hand and forced him to breathe a little. “Can you call me a master?”

The breeze rolled up the long hair of Qin Mo’s forehead, revealing his dark eyes. He paused and looked at his face and looked forward to the old man. He slowly lowered his head and slammed the ground, respectfully deducting a head, listening to the tone. Do not come out any emotions, slowly open the way: “Master.”

Qin Mozhen did not hear any answer on the ground. After a long time, he slowly stood up from the ground.

Going to the old man, his eyes fell on his smiling mouth and reached over his eyes. He whispered in his mouth: “You can rest assured.”

“Impossible, impossible, his Yuanshen power can obviously cause the stone monument to react. How can his blood not unravel the seal?” Since the enchantment was broken, he has been sluggish and retreated a few words, and he is incredulously angry.

Immediately, his gaze shifted to Qin Mo, next to the stone tablet. The scarlet color in his eyes flashed wildly: “It must be you, you destroyed the enchantment, and the sacrifice ceremony was not able to proceed.”

When he said this, he stumbled in the air and his index finger swayed in the direction of Qin Mo. A huge beam of light appeared in the air out of thin air, and pressed against the body of Qin Mo. .