I was so excited that I almost dropped the little pearl.
The bad old man finally came out.
Fang Chao looked at Di Lao.
The tractor-like laughter came out again.
"Di Wuji is finally out!"
Di Wuji clasped his hands behind his back, "I came out a long time ago and followed you all the way, but you didn't notice, so who can you blame?"
Fang Chao's expression changed slightly.
As the two people communicated, the surrounding air began to distort.
It's like when the temperature is 30 to 40 degrees, the heat evaporating from the road visually distorts the space.
Cracks gradually appeared on the wall.
The two of them were already competing with each other as soon as they met.
Wang Han was weak and pitifully tied behind Fang Chao, unable to move.
His eyes were numb when he winked at Di Lao, but it was as if Di Lao didn't see it.
The two old guys looked at each other.
With a bang!
Wang Han felt like his eardrums were going to be blown out.
The load-bearing pillars of the dungeon cell where he was located exploded.
There are signs of collapse in the ground above.
Fang Chao laughed again.
He stamped his feet hard.
He raised his hand covered with rings and grabbed it from the distance towards Di Lao.
Di Lao remained motionless.
But the harsh sonic boom that exploded directly between the two sides directly affected Wang Han, a small fish in the pond.
My head was filled with zinging sounds.
Accompanied by a loud bang!
The ground is collapsing!
Fang Chao grabbed Wang Han and rushed towards Di Lao.
Di Lao clasped his hands behind his back and swayed backwards with his fat body.
Fang Chao stepped out of the dungeon room, and the dungeon was swallowed up directly under the ruins.
"You don't want any more sons?" Di Lao smiled at Fang Chao.
Fang Chao ignored it and pulled Wang Han's shoulder with one hand, "It's enough to have an adopted son!"
Wang Han stared at Fang Chao with big eyes.
Damn it!
6ah!
Tiger poison doesn't even eat seeds, this old wall lamp is so cool.
This is because he is determined to let me accept him as his adoptive father.
Wang Han followed Fang Chao like a puppet on strings.
The scope of the collapse of the dungeon behind is still expanding.
Wang Han's distressed yuppie.
He looked at Yang Yuanlang who was still unconscious and shouted.
"Yang Yuanlang! Wake up, you idiot! Don't faint again. Transport my cows out! Do I support you?"
After looking back, Wang Han remembered again that the evil sword just fell into the cell.
He shouted quickly.
"Father! Wait a minute, my knife is still down there!"
Fang Chao ignored Wang Han's yelling.
Yang Yuanlang, who was in a coma, was hit by a pebble from nowhere and woke up.
He rubbed his head and turned around to see Wang Han running out following an old man with uncoordinated hands and feet.
The collapse is still happening inside, spreading towards this side.
Turning his head and looking around, he saw that all the individuals from the Juyi League had been killed by the Northeastern guys who had just rushed in.
Nearly 90% of the cows were stabbed, and Wang Han yelled.
Yang Yuanlang came to his senses.
He quickly grabbed the nearest cows and ran outside.
I just woke up and my body has not fully recovered. There is still a landslide behind me and there is a square nest in front of me.
Don't dare to run too fast and don't dare to walk too slowly.
Moreover, he brought several cows with him at once, and his movements were funny, just like Zhang Yi's emoticon when he was walking away with two bags of things.
Escaping from the dungeon.
In the place where the collapse was most serious, the building above fell into an irregular pit.
Wang Han felt distressed again when he saw it.
Fang Chao and Di Lao stood in two places. Wang Han was still bound behind Fang Chao by invisible threads, like a puppet on strings.
"Everyone's eyes were on Wang Muhou before, but they almost ignored you!"
Di Lao held the thermos cup behind his back.
"You can't blame others for being stupid."
Fangchao’s tractor-like laughter is always magical.
"The layout has been really painstaking for so many years. It's a pity that it took decades to raise a knife for me!"
After Di Lao unscrewed the lid of the cup and took a sip, he tightened the lid of the thermos cup and said, "If you want to drink, do it now. If you still want to talk nonsense, I will go get a glass of water."
Fang Chao raised his hands.
Wearing rings on all ten fingers of both hands.
Wang Han, who was at the rear, suddenly realized that he was being controlled because of Fang Chao's ring.
Fang Chao slapped his chest with both hands.
There was a low growl in the throat.
"The devil is coming!"
The whole person's momentum suddenly rose.
Wang Han was preparing to watch the excitement.
Unexpectedly, Fang Chao, an old man, turned around and slapped Wang Han's Tianling Gaier.
An extremely powerful evil energy rushed into Wang Han's body, scurrying randomly among Wang Han's limbs and bones.
Wang Han's eyes instantly turned into two thin lines.
The whole person is in a state of being ready to go berserk at any time.
Di Lao was holding the thermos cup behind his back, without the slightest intention to stop him. Instead, he had an expression like "I'm just watching you pretend to be cool".
Fang Chao let out a tractor-like laugh again from his throat.
He patted Wang Han on the shoulder excitedly.
Then he smiled at Di Lao and said, "I'll play with you first!"
His figure flashed and headed towards Di Lao.
The bodies of the two sides were not touching, but the evil energy of the Qi body between the two violently collided.
There were constant sonic booms.
The two of them passed by, and the wall suddenly turned into dust.
Everything he passed was almost pushed horizontally.
Wang Han shook his head vigorously on the spot.
But the evil energy that Fang Chao injected into Wang Han just now was indeed enough.
Not only was it filled with Wang Han, but it also overflowed.
The Purana Sutra cannot suppress the evil spirits in the body at all.
At this moment, even suspended animation has no effect.
The force shutdown button is broken.
The terrifying aura gradually emitted from Wang Han's body like a tide.
The sober energy that I was desperately trying to control was gradually disappearing.
Yang Yuanlang, who was still moving cows out of the ruins, suddenly felt a violent shock.
I clearly felt a sense of terror mixed with a familiar crisis.
Yang Yuanlang slowly turned his head and looked at Wang Han, who was standing not far away.
Wang Han, who had his head hanging down, slowly raised his head.
Open your arms slowly.
Face up to the sky.
A cold and cruel evil smile gradually formed on the corners of his lips.
Those eyes that turned into round pupils again were filled with endless madness.
The destructive aura from his body was overwhelming.
Under the evil spirit.
It enveloped Yang Yuanlang.
Yang Yuanlang's body was as stiff as an electric shock.
He stared blankly at Wang Han's back.
A sense of fatal familiarity came over me.
Many fragments come to mind.
On top of the ancient and vicissitudes of the magnificent altar.
The scarlet sky was reflected in the eyes of the lonely king.
Corpses piled up in mountains, blood flowed in the rafts, mourners filled the fields, and China was devastated.
Fragmented images kept flashing by.
New scenes are drawn in the mind.
The tall, blood-stained Buddha statue collapsed.
Crazy people stepped on the mountain of corpses and climbed up to the Buddha statue, cheering loudly.
The blood-stained Buddha's head lies horizontally.
The flowing blood seems to be the blood and tears of ancient Buddha.
Under the dry Bodhi.
The old Bodhisattva stretched out his hand and touched the ground.
Recite Buddhist scriptures orally.
Use up all your remaining energy to cast down the spell.
The afterglow of humanity seemed to cast an arc of holy light on his body.
In the dark world, a bright and scorching sun seems to burst out to illuminate the world!
Tathagata the Great Sun!
But it was instantly swallowed up by darkness.
The evil of human nature is like moss climbing up the decaying Buddhas, covering the eyes of the Buddhas and blinding the hearts of all living beings.
Crazy people swarmed into every corner like locusts.
Kneel down on your knees, raise your hands high, and look like a vase.
Crazy and pious kneeling down to worship the crazy king.
The collapse of rituals and music marks the end of the Dharma era.
Before passing away, the Bodhisattva pointed towards the altar.
"Already good, Shakyamuni will protect it even though it is small.
There is no good in it, so don't treat it with great force and poison."