A black air creeps quietly and spreads upward along the soul silk. Chu City frowns. His dead air missile has not completely killed the female ghost?

    Dozens of soul silk rushed up, winding on the black gas, in the black gas, the ghost''s voice was bleak and cold.

    The city of Chu was not moved, and directly refined the female ghost into soul material by soul refining. It was a low-level ghost after all. Without red clothes, even first-order magic could kill it.

    Blue gear?

    This is very rare. In fact, the mainstream equipment of the second world is white board, and red equipment is good.

    Even the so-called mainstream equipment is also for people with some strength, such as Chu City, which is very rare. Isn''t there a lot of white equipment in the warehouse of dawn temple?

    Equipment with level means additional attributes. It sounds like white equipment is mediocre. However, if there is no attribute, is it really no longer capable? If you have weight, it means that you can hit hard; if you have sharpness, you may kill; if you have a reasonable weight, you can easily control the center of gravity, which means that the speed is much higher.

    If you cut down a knife without attribute, will your head not fly?

    Therefore, equipment with attributes is precious. This extra attribute is often the key to turning the situation around.

    Chu city is exploring the equipment properties, suddenly the brain pain, like a steel needle without warning. If there was such a steel needle, Chu City might not have suffered so much, and the brain''s reaction to sharp objects was not strong. However, this is just to describe, Chu city was so painful that he could not stand steadily and fell to the ground directly.

    Chuxiang was shocked and wanted to go over to check. The face of Chu city had turned purple, and the blood flowed out from the seven orifices, which was also purple.

    Death immunity is activated, and Chu city is in a state of near death.

    In his four-dimensional ring, the Xuan tortoise box flew out automatically, and the palm size Xuan tortoise spat out a red pill at Chu city.

    The red pill dripped and ran around, and quickly disappeared into the city of Chu.

    Chu Xiang took out a bottle of the potion of dawn temple from the bracelet of Chu City, pinched the mouth of Chu City, and poured it all into it for him. Chu city''s nose, spurt two black gas, the breath with a strange smell.

    The Xuan tortoise box returned to the four-dimensional ring. Chu city struggled to get up, turned his head and vomited on the ground.

    The sticky liquid was vomited on the ground by him, and the earth on the ground was burned to make a pit.

    "Legend." Chu city''s voice is fuzzy, there is no place in the body without pain, as if the pain in the mind suddenly burst out, unable to restrain.

    "Everyone is offline!" Wang Qinglong realized that it was not good. If it was a legend, we would not be able to resist at all. The only way is to avoid offline. Aborigines are no better than galactic adventurers and are unlikely to wait here for days for a few weak adventurers.

    Su Ji was the first to choose the offline. He looked at Chu City at night. Chu City barely gave him a look and said, "see you at the northern wharf."

    Hu Li didn''t know when to leave. Wang Qinglong saw that others had left. He said to Chu Cheng, "I''ll wait for you at the northern Wharf in three months."

    Chu City reluctantly nodded, his face changed from blue to pale.

    Watching Wang Qinglong leave, Chu city just chose offline operation. In a flash, he returned to his own login interface, the safe house of the second world.

    "Interesting. You seem to have a secret here."

    Behind the city of Chu, a woman in a dark red dress came in. She looked in her forties, with several long scars on her face. Under her two eyes, there are blue and red tattoos, which look like two snakes.

    Chu city shocked, safe house is not safe!

    He did not hesitate to inspire the set of skills on the ashen robe: the underworld, the burning of ashes.

    The ashes of the underworld unfolded, and the whole safe house lost its light. The walls flowed like lava, and the fire on the ground was beating. In the flames, pieces of ashes danced without wind.

    The burning of ashes!

    "Ha ha."

    The red skirt woman opened her mouth and spit out a white frost like breath towards Chu city. The fire in the whole safety room was frozen out. Chu city felt that her blood had become ice and her body was out of control.

    "My name is Miao Yao. I have been entrusted to end your life."

    Chu City suddenly felt not cold, cold is the heart. This woman named Miao Yao must have a way to kill him completely!

    Miao Yao is close to Chu City and looks at his face. In her eyes, there are golden pupils standing up. Chu Cheng saw her open mouth, put out a forked tongue, and licked his face.

    It''s cold and greasy.

    "So handsome, no wonder the little girl of Luo''s family is fascinated by you, and her sister is moved." Miao Yao laughs, the scar on the face is more and more ferocious.

    Are you dying?

    Although the soul of Chu City has not been frozen, the most powerful skill that can be inspired is the howl of Banshee on the ring of winter.

    But this Miao Yao''s strength, a fourth level skill simply can''t turn over the plate. What''s more, he can''t speak, and Miao Yao doesn''t exchange ideas with him. He just performs there.How much talk does the villain die? Even if she said there for half a year, Chu City could not think of any way.

    Miao Yao straightened up and walked in the safe room of Chu City, touching the walls, tables, chairs, windows and screens with her fingers. Every time she touched a place, she would feel a little excited in her golden pupil.

    She opened the cupboard and saw the boxes in it. She couldn''t help giggling.

    "This is all for you. Luo Yan will be very sad if I eat you! But why is she so nice to you? " Miao Yao said, opening the box, one eye saw the snow white bottle full of tears of the seventh dawn.

    "I can''t see through you more and more. A necromancer has such a relationship with dawn temple!" Miao Yao is really surprised, this harvest, far more than she expected. However, someone entrusted her to kill people once, and she was able to harvest up to seven levels of temple items.

    Miao Yao can''t wait to put the tears of the seventh step dawn into her pocket and turn to look at the city of Chu.

    "Monologue is really boring, Chu city."

    Chu Cheng stares at her eyes, the expression on her face has frozen, unable to be angry, unable to fear. She knew her name and her relationship with Luo Yan. She was entrusted to kill herself.

    She is not a person of Qingcheng, otherwise Qingcheng would not give her a mysterious tortoise box.

    "You don''t have to ask. When you become my ghost, you will know the cause and effect. But at that time, you have been in hell. Ha ha ha..."

    Miao Yao laughs wildly and her red skirt flies.

    As soon as she turned around, a scroll of pictures flew out of her body and spread out in the safe room. The material in the safe house collapses and melts into the picture.

    Chu city hard to build the home was engulfed by this picture, a long street slowly appeared in front of him.

    The blood moon hung on the cornice, and the beasts at the head of the building seemed to feel the eyes of the city of Chu. They turned back one after another, staring at the face of the city. This strange picture is suddenly broken by the noise of Suona. Chu city feels numb and shaky. Looking down, the colorful tall paper man holding the suona is at the front of the team, and the voice is high and shrill.

    The paper figures were dancing, stiff and moving like puppets.

    Looking down, Chu city saw himself riding a paper horse, on the left side of the paper horse, with a colored paper to tie a car with him. The curtain on the window lifted, revealing Miao Yao''s terrible face.

    "My husband." Miao Yao''s voice is charming, and Chu''s brain feels dense.

    "Who is it You want to kill me? " Chu city''s voice is a bit hoarse, neck twist past, neck bone cackles.

    "I''m really impatient. When I go to the bridal chamber, you can ask anything you want, just make me happy." Miao Yao''s eyes are blurred, the scar on his face is also twisting, as if impatient.

    Chu City did not speak, he slowly turned his head and looked at the long street ahead.

    Under the bloody moon, the bustle of the long street is like a whirlwind of demons. In front of a tall building with blood colored lanterns, in the railings on the second floor, several young and beautiful women in ancient costume waved sweat scarves to him. On the first floor, on the steps in front of the door, two evil spirits dragged a corpse with iron hooks and dragged them into the gate.

    The corpse was bloody, the iron hook passed through the pipa bone, and the sharp hook was shining with cold light.

    The Achilles tendon of the corpse was cut off, and the wound was turned over and the color was pale.

    On the other side of the street, snow-white thighs lay on the board of a shop. The strong butcher is skinning a man''s head with a knife. Just in front of the chopping board, a little ghost with a bent body looked up eagerly. The butcher gouged out his eyeballs with a knife and threw it into the street. The imp jumped up in the air and swallowed.

    Looking at the indifferent face of Chu City, Miao Yao put down the curtain and said to Chu City through the curtain: "in my picture of ghosts at night, I will die more than once. You want to think about it for a while. Do you want to be good

    "You''re not a native. It''s against the law to kill me."

    In the paper carriage, came Miao Yao''s strange laughter. There is disdain, there is pride, and there is unbridled pleasure.

    In the woods by the White Deer stream, Chu Xiang was very anxious, but she couldn''t go back to the safe house. I don''t know why. She was cut off from the line.

    "Flying skull, you must think of a way quickly!"

    Flying head, who always talks, raises three heads and drags his spine to look at the moon in the sky. The moon did not know why, it seemed to be stained with a trace of blood, so that the forest became gloomy.

    "I feel The master is dying. "

    Chu Xiang angrily raised the black sickle, but could not chop it down in any way. If my brother is dead, what''s the use of chopping your head? He''s going to die with him anyway, maybe he is.

    "I''m useless." Chuxiang threw down her sickle and sat on the ground holding her knee. The huge bone wings behind her closed and wrapped her body in it.

    "Yes, you''re useless. At least I can make a pot of spine soup." Flying head hung in front of Chu Xiang, turned a circle, tossed its hanging spine, the metal jacket of the spine made a click sound.

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