"Don't take us with you for death!" Tall black robe yelled in a suppressed voice: "Shadow puppet is true, true, false, true, how dare you be careless?"

"This master of Wuyouju is not an ordinary shadow puppet!" The hunched black robe also said, "But I guess it will never leave the sect!

No matter how realistic the battle is, the drama is also a drama.

We are in the play and as long as we last until the finale, we can be safe and worry-free!

”

He analyzed with experience and the tall black robe and the tiger-faced witch also nodded repeatedly.

In this scene, they had obviously entered the Yellow Turban camp, and all the troops came to them.

The tall black robe's black sleeves kept hissing, and colorful poisonous snakes swarmed out. Wherever they went, the soldiers fell and died with a blue-tongued face.

The hunched black robe kept flying stones in both hands, shooting like rain, fast and hatred, knocking down the cavalry that rushed towards the opposite side.

The tiger-faced demon girl raised her head and opened her mouth. The cold and cold aura was accompanied by the sound of ghost howlings. The ghost shadow in the white clothes had no face, whistling in the air, sucking away the mortal yang energy.

...

The three of them used vicious magic, and many soldiers of ordinary people died tragically.

"The demon, how dare you harm my son!"

A loud shout of thunder.

When the three of them looked at each other, they saw the three brothers slapped back again, their pupils were bloodshot and murderous intent was full.

"Let's go!" shouted tall black robe.

"This is a illusion in the play. Although these three people are shadow puppets, they are brave and difficult to deal with. Instead of consuming our spirituality in vain, it is better to avoid their sharpness!"

Snake escape, tiger leaping, Sarutobi!

The tall black robe crawled on the ground like a snake, sneaking rapidly.

The tiger-faced demon girl jumped high, like a tiger jumping into the ravine, extremely fast.

The hunchbacked black robe was as clever as a monkey, and his limbs were used together and he rushed out.

The three of them showed their own tricks, avoiding the three brothers' sharpness, and specifically looking for soldiers to attack.

The black-faced man screamed in anger, but they couldn't do anything.

I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly heard it.

"Ming Jin withdraws his troops!"

The troops and horses of both sides retreated like a tide, resting and fighting again in the future.

The three local branch members had an idea and followed the Yellow Turban Army out of the battlefield.

This retreat, the feeling of dizziness and the scene changed drastically!

They have returned to the theater, and other good shows are still being performed on the film screen everywhere.

But this time, they never dared to act rashly again.

"It's a pity that it's still one step away!"

Zhuang Ke sighed behind the scenes.

The Battle of the Yellow Turbans was the battle to make a fortune in the Three Jewels of Taoyuan.

He originally wanted to drag the three of them into it with the fierce war, so as to explore the secrets of his practice.

But unfortunately, monks are not that easy to deal with.

After all, the Taoyuan Sanyi was not a shadow puppet demon, otherwise they would not have allowed them to escape so easily.

Before he could do his best, Zhuang Ke was not in a hurry.

Just because in Wuyouju, he has time to play slowly with these three demons!

Good show, just now!

In the field, three people in black robes looked around.

I saw that Wuyou had no doors and windows in his house, as if he was alone in a space, with shadow screens divided and each had areas.

They were completely trapped in it, with a lot of mazes and no direction.

"This Wuyouju Film Festival obviously has many mechanisms, but it is impossible to have no loopholes! The play is the play. It cannot be true or fake, but the fake one cannot be fake!" Gao Dahei Rou shouted.

"No matter how strange the master of Wuyouju is, he is only a ninth-grade shadow puppet! As long as he sees out his background, he is only in the back of our hands!" The tiger-faced witch and the hunchbacked black robe also nodded and smiled sinisterly, as if he had regained confidence.

"Don't get into the play, just hit the yellow dragon! Let's go!" The three of them looked at each other, deliberately avoiding the one-fold and one-fold shadow screen, and rushed straight into the depths of Wuyouju, as if they were to capture the thief first.

One stick of incense, one quarter of an hour, one hour!

They finally stopped in shock, with a lot of shadows, as if they were endless, and they would never end.

"How is this possible! A ninth-grade shadow puppet can also use the Taoist technique to divide the space?"

The tall black robe roared wildly.

If it were illusions like ghosts hitting walls, why did they not notice any spiritual fluctuations?

In addition to the legendary Taoist technique of "Tiantian" that refers to the world, they really can't think of a second possibility.

For a time, the three views on practice of the three people in the Earthly Branches collapsed.

After the heavy curtains, a strange and unheard laughed.
Chapter completed!