Song Zhong, who was standing in front of the door, only felt cold all over his body, and he generally wanted to rub his hands, but he held back.
Can't help but soaring anger.
Everyone in the world says that the old man is a demon and a demon god. He wants to sacrifice the beings of the world, so it will cause seal.
He holds suspicion.
After listening to the old man's words, he thought that although the old man was not thinking about Cang, he did divide the good and evil, making the world's vicissitudes more and more.
What about now?
He stood at the door of the inner hall of Yimen.
Witness the evil that he was replaced by his name.
Just so fascinating his own article.
If you have a mouthful, you can't say:
There is a hand, I can't move.
It wasn't until he heard the many invisible shackles on him.
"Please, please." The majestic words didn't mean to ask for half a point.
Song Zhong is so mechanically walking towards the darkness.
call.
Candle heat lit.
It's like a sky -high prosperity.
The main position was a middle -aged man in an official robe, and he reached out calmly when he saw Songzhong: "Sit."
Silently sitting in Songzhong.
"Go to tea."
The beautiful maid serves hot tea.
A staff member who sat on the other side of his shore smiled and said: "This is the county magistrate of Dead City, Zheng Qizhi, and the cultivation of Jin Dan's peak. Mr. Song may have no concept of these.
The gloom from the gentleman even if the adult's eyes can't hold it, you will die. "
Song Zhong held the tea cup.
He is not young. Seeing the death of his life, the corrupt officials are rampant, and he should not be angry, but he still can't suppress it. I did not expect that the different world is actually more cruel.
Not extraordinary, no one can kill others in one look.
Perhaps it was because he had seen the old devil and heard the hardships of the establishment of the prefecture, so he naturally had a good opinion of the prefecture.
During the road, although there was a cold one, it was just that, unlike ordinary officials.
If you have a bad call, let him have a lot of expectations to the prefecture.
After the test, benefit one side.
But after he really came to Difu County, he realized how naive himself was.
All expectations have become bubbles.
Song Zhong said: "Please come ..."
Master said with a smile: "Mr. Song is a smart person. The article tells the truth that the truth is very good, but it is not the county magistrate, but the son of the state herd ..."
"Therefore, Mr. Song Song, with Mr. Song's talent, it is slow to enter the practice as a snail.
Song Zhong squinted his eyes and asked: "What transactions?"
Master explained: "As long as Mr. Song said nothing, when he was born in Japan, he would improve the talent of practice for Mr. Song."
"In this way, Mr. Song in the next life can easily practice."
Song Zhong Shen asked: "Are you afraid of being retributed if you do this? Isn't the prefecture the best evil and evil."
The county magistrate came with an indifferent expression, and the lightweightness seemed to fall on the body of Songzhong.
puff.
The soul body was three points as a whole, but he did not take back the pressure, but said calmly: "You are a little mortal, you dare to talk about good and evil."
"Promise this condition, you and your family can have a good end, don't agree ..."
"Now the county now sent someone to hook their souls and send you a family of old and young."
"Right or wrong, you know yourself!"
The county command did not want to take it, just thought of sitting in the town. It was slowly promoting the master. I did not expect that this person had a research on the prefecture.
If he asked him to go to Luo Du to the capital, his peak of Jin Dan was immediately destroyed.
Therefore, at the moment of the word good and evil in the Song Dynasty, he could not live.
But before that, he had to let Song Zhong shut up.
Only then did it lead to an old man in the Song Dynasty.
The master obviously saw that the county respected was angry, and he didn't persuade it anymore. It was just a mortal life. He killed the soul and left the true spirit.
Waste your tongue.
I thought that this person could be soft and didn't want to be hard to the end.
Songzhong is not a person who will not be soft.
If he has never seen the old devil and never heard of the story of the Lord Wu Rong, he must have endured it, but now he can't bear it.
It shouldn't be like this.
"..."
Song Zhong gritted his teeth and insisted on, the soul body almost collapsed.
Even the God's God was sealed, how could he feel that the prefecture would get better and better.
Those who usurp the power of power abound.
He really shouldn't complain about the old devil.
The county chin snorted: "Have you taken it?"
A little relaxed, he had to at least make Song Zhong cannot speak in Luo Du.
Songzhong cut his teeth: "God, open your eyes and see!"
"This damn world!"
The county magistrate was furious, and a small mortal was still in a large word, and he couldn't help but say: "Cangtian has no eyes! You shouted no one!"
Nympho
A hoarse and ethereal voice rang in the heart of the middle of the Song Dynasty:
"Did you see that token?"
Song Zhong didn't hear the sound at all, but he accurately knew what it meant.
His gaze fell on the token of the county tender waist. It was a porchi token similar to the yin. He saw it clearly, but he didn't know what to do.
"Come here."
In the Song Dynasty, he stretched out his hand obediently.
Sound continuing:
"Take out the crying stick inside."
He didn't know what he was crying, but he thought about it, and a white heavy stick appeared in his hands.
The county magistrate looked at Songzhong, who was able to move, and the old man in front of him even reached out and took his waist cards away, and he also took out the magic weapon inside and cried.
How can a mortal be in charge of the magic weapon?
Not to mention that the token is originally recognized, no one can use except for him.
The hoarse and ethereal voice sounded again: "Hit his head!"
No hesitation.
Song Zhong smashed fiercely.
Alas!
The county magistrate standing in front of Songzhong was beaten.
Reaching out, the blood rushed out.
The shock in his eyes still did not fade. The county magistrate really did not understand why an ordinary mortal could use magic weapon, and it was the magic weapon that he took from his hands.
Master opened his mouth.
Eyes are going to fall out.
Zhangkou called: "Come on!"
For a while, more than a dozen yin was swarmed to surround the Songzhong regiment.
Song Zhong held the crying stick, and was intertwined with surprise and blankness. He just felt that the voice in his heart was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.
It doesn't look like who said it, it seems like his inner urging, and then he listened to his inner voice.
"Take him down!"
"kill!"
"beat!"
The urging of the sound allowed Song Zhong to wave the cry again.
Bang Bang!
Even the golden county magistrate was beaten, where can these yin differences resist the magic weapon.
A stick down is a burst.
Some were simply broken with their hands and feet, and the meat was still stained on the crying stick.
Mourning crying and crying.
The yin difference on the surrounding is completely dispersed.
Song Zhong looked at the cry in his hand: "I'm so powerful?!"
He just should know the situation again.
If he really has talent to practice long ago, this is clearly the problem of that sound.
"God?!"
Song Zhong whispered softly.
"Follow me."
"Tianshaye, protect my body."
"Tianshaye, protect my body!"
Oh!
A layer of black mist emerged.
The county command has returned to God at this moment.
Where is the mortal, it is clearly a good monk, and immediately twist the method.
Exhibition of the government.
Please life and death book, palm yin and yang seal.
The county magistrate Hu Qin's non -managed power burst out, and yelled: "Town!"
Yin and Yang Shenyin flying like a mountain.
boom.
Shenyin turned into fly ash when he touched Songzhong.
Song Zhongxing was a mortal but approached step by step with the crying stick.
When a stick smashed down, the guardian of the Jindan County command was broken.
"Form and God."
"Form and God!"
Black mist attached to Songzhong, Song Zhongcang's old appearance was returned to 40 or 50 years old.
Immediately afterwards, a tall imaginary shadow stepped out of the void and walked out of the ripple, standing in front of the Jindan county magistrate, and the red eyes were like the sky drooping.
Gao Dahuang walked to the county magistrate and mentioned him.
Said faintly: "I have great magical powers, I don't want to promote the world."
"The monk is also a person. People should have their own minds, but not a tool."
"But now it seems ..."
"I was wrong."
"The monks in the prefecture should not be affectionate, they will have selfishness if they are affectionate, and they will seek personal selfishness."
"In this case, go to the seven love and six desires."
Black -purple elliptical nails against the forehead of the Jindan county magistrate.
At this moment, Hu Qinfei felt a kind of cold, and the fear of deep soul made him shudder. He did not want to admit it, but the shadow in front of him was clearly that person, the true God of the prefecture.
On this day, the God of the Earthfurns opened his eyes.
Hu Qinfei was incredible, but prayed: "Ask God to give me a chance, I am willing to go to the sin mirror to test the good and evil in front of the mirror."
Tall virtual shadow eyes are cold.
Black red silk thread is broken.
The wisdom in the eyes of Jingsan County's magic quickly faded away.
The wisdom of the mind is getting stronger.
"Rear Earth."
"I am here."
The voice of the voices came to answer.
"take over."
"yes."
At the moment when the sound fell, the fifteen people of the master and the yin was all disappeared, and only the spiritual wisdom was getting stronger.
I do n’t know where Song Zhong, who held the token with a crying stick, must be the old devil to plant the means on himself, otherwise how could he have such a powerful force.
Looking at the virtual shadow, Song Zhong asked: "What's wrong with them?"
The hoarse and ethereal voice echoed in his heart: "They are getting better."
Looking at the vaginal differences that no longer cry and emotional, Songzhong couldn't help but shivered.
That's a kind of silent hair.
It is not death, but it is far more cruel than death.
Now he understands why others call him the demon god.
He didn't even dare to think about this weird and evil means.