Flowers bloom and bloom, and their fragrance comes from thunder, flowing everywhere, covering up the clusters.

In the place, a high platform, a woman in red danced lightly on it, with a wonderful posture, and her every move touched people's hearts.

That posture touched Rao Xinshen in every move, and danced one after another, as if he was leading Rao Xinshen over and danced lightly with the woman's movements.

A dance is thrilling.

The eyes of the people around him gradually became confused, but Song San felt something was wrong.

"What the hell is this!"

He stood there quietly, and felt an inexplicable aura coming from behind, as if a palm was gently stroking his shoulder, giving him a strange experience.

If it were normal, this feeling would be very good, but at this moment, Song San felt terrifying.

There is obviously no one behind me, so how can I feel like this?

The howling wind was blowing, brushing past him, as soft as a woman's hand.

Before they knew it, blood flowed from the corners of their eyes, looking miserable, but they themselves suddenly realized it, with a smile on their faces, and they were free to talk and laugh.

Fear arose in Song San's heart.

The scene in front of him was so strange. Even though he was determined and became more mature, he couldn't help but feel fear and felt a deep uneasiness and confusion.

In front of his chest, a little bit of heat flowed through, silently expelling the evil intentions around him, bringing a wave of cool blessings to his mind

This is the immortal fate that Song San obtained before. A catalog of immortal swallowing. He has always been carried by him. He never thought that there would be such an effect.

If there was no such thing, Song San would probably be possessed by evil spirits like other people at this moment without knowing it.

As soon as he thought of this, Song San moved his footsteps and subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.

Not far away, a pair of scarlet eyes stared at him.

"San'er, where do you want to go?"

A middle-aged man was a little surprised and seemed a little puzzled: "This dance is so beautiful, don't you continue watching it?"

As he spoke, blood dripped from the corners of his eyes, drops of blood dripped onto his clothes, dyeing his clothes red, but he didn't realize it and still looked normal.

This is an elder of Song San. He has some blood relationship, but he is not familiar with him. He just meets him a few times on weekdays.

Song Sanqiang smiled and said, "No, there are still some things in my family, so I won't delay it."

"so."

Na Ru's head did not continue to persuade her, but just stared at the woman in red in front of her, and her expression gradually became demented.

There was nothing else around them either.

Judging from this, they are still partially rational and do not think that Song San's actions are anything strange.

The behavior is average and the usual ones, no difference.

Song San was ginger and pulled away from the crowd.

Among a group of people, his movement was extremely abrupt.

Because he is the only one around.

As for the others, they were still watching around the woman.

Whether the elderly or children, men or women, they all look ahead, as if they can see flowers.

Among such a group of people, Song San's actions are naturally very conspicuous.

He put oil on the soles of his feet and accelerated his departure, wanting to leave the place as soon as possible.

Not far away, gusts of breeze blew.

"There is still a fish that has escaped the net?"

A middle-aged man in a white shirt walked out of the platform, looking at the soles of his feet, Song San, who was walking quickly, couldn't help but smiled in surprise: "Interesting"

"If you can block the wonderful method of Yin corpse, you must have special features on your body. Let me see what's special."

He smiled, stepped forward, and walked towards Song San.

A gust of cold wind blew.

After a while, Song San returned to his home Zheng

In a dilapidated house, on a large bed, a jade-like immortal lies in it, sleeping peacefully.

On his body, bursts of breath can instinctively bloom, making people feel cool.

Looking at the young immortal appearance, Song San couldn't help but feel more at ease.

At this moment, facing the unknown evil, only this immortal could bring him a little peace of mind.

Outside the door, footsteps gradually came.

Bang bang bang bang!!

An inexplicable sound echoed, like a sound of a heartbeat, or like a war drum being beaten by someone. The sound was heart-wrenching and shocking the blood.

"What's this?"

Song San's face changed, and he suddenly realized something.

Sure enough, the next moment, a figure appeared from a distance, slowly descended, and came outside his door.

Through the broken portal, he could feel a shadow coming from the outside.

At some point, a red dress appeared on the edge, and it seemed to be stained with blood, which was extremely bright.

With a bang, the door to the room opened.

A figure of a woman in red appeared and stood there.

This is the woman who was dancing on the high platform before. At this moment, she took off her veil and revealed her original appearance.

From the outside, this is a very beautiful woman with a very delicate and charming appearance and looks very beautiful.

But in contrast to this beauty, her face looked particularly pale, as if there was no blood color at all. The paleness was disturbing, and it was not like a color that ordinary people could have.

She looked at Song San with a faint smile on her face, her scarlet eyes were exactly the same as those outside before.

Song San's face gradually changed, and at this time he realized something was wrong.

"A red-clothed yin corpse should be enough to solve it."

In the distance, the man in white had a smile on his face.

As a person who has been refining corpses for many years and dealing with various tombs, the reason why he survived until now has not been surrounded and suppressed is due to his own caution.

Just like this time, with his cultivation level, he naturally had a good grasp of a mortal, but to be on the safe side, he still did not take action himself, but just sent a yin corpse to take action.

In this way, if anything really happens, it will only cause harm to the Yin corpse, and there is nothing big for him.

Of course, although he arranged this way, it does not mean that he really thinks there will be an accident.

Just one place, there are only a few families in the local area. Even if they all add up, they are not his opponents. Can anyone still deal with his Yin corpse?

But sometimes, things are so unexpected.

Soon, the middle-aged man was stunned and looked disbelief on his face.

"My Yin Cell"

His face turned pale, and his soul instantly fed back to all kinds of pain, as if he was slashed by a sword, feeling like he was being torn apart.

As for the Yin corpse, it has lost contact at this moment.

It was obviously still good at the last moment, but it disappeared in the next moment.

It is obvious that his Yin corpse was solved in an instant, and the whole process was so fast that even his Yin corpse could not react.

And it is probably not difficult to solve his Yin corpse.

"This place cannot be kept!"

As the pain of being torn apart in his soul, the man in white reluctantly raised his mind, and this thought flashed through his mind.

But at this time, it was already a little late.

A sharp and unscrupulous feeling suddenly rushed from afar, as if a magic sword had left his body, exuding an arrogant and arrogant aura.

A mighty force rushed out from afar, followed his spiritual connection with the red-clothed Yin corpse and directly slashed over.

The terrifying spiritual power rushed out and turned into a golden king's sword, which slashed down here with a bang.

The sword intent of Ba Jue's killing Jue bloomed, and the spirit was unstoppable. In an instant, it broke through his spirit and killed him from his spirit to his qi and blood without leaving any trace.

After one knife, the dead air filled with inch.

The man in white had blurred eyes and his whole body became extremely old, as if he had lost all his vitality in an instant, leaving only a dead body.

In fact, the same is true.

All his vitality has been destroyed by that sword intent just now, and he has killed the spirit of the gods and the vitality of the lower part, and he has everything in mind.

With one knife, unless he can block it all, he will die
To be continued...