My Future Diary Can’t Be Perfect

My future diary can't be an absolute pen Chapter 306 Xun Xi must die?

As the saying goes, the brave who meet in a narrow way wins.

On the outskirts of Yuanhai City, the Taoist priest You Fang and a group of Daoists who came all the way came face to face.

The former came in a hurry from the seaside lighthouse, while the latter did not even take a plane in order to save time, but directly used supernatural means to hurry.

"Um?"

Looking at the group of moral values, Taoist You Fang was stunned for a moment, but soon his eyes fell on the chart in the hands of Wu Yong, the leader.

"Bring it."

Who is the wandering priest? The real name is Xu Junfang, the founder of the elixir, and he is almost an old monster who has lived for thousands of years from the era of great reunification to the present. How could such a person care about the master-disciple faction? So he didn't even have any interest in communicating with Wu Yong and others.

To speak is to snatch.

On the other hand, morality is not to mention. The thousand-year-old clan family has a deep heritage, and only counseled in front of Tu Su.

Tu Su is not here now.

How old are you?

"court death!"

The morality side is in a state of excitement that "the long-cherished wish of the millennium is finally expected to come true", let alone the wandering Taoist priest, it can be said that he has been waiting for the chart for a long time. Both sides are in a state of bloodbath. When it comes to the most crucial ancient sea charts, the two sides naturally start the fight without saying a word.

"Wow!"

The Taoist priest You Fang just flicked his sleeves, and the gloomy wind suddenly blew up, and a terrifying rule of killing immediately fell on the leader Wu Yong.

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

Wu Yong didn't give in at all. He lifted the collar to reveal a purple-gold immortality lock, but this immortality lock was different from the others.

This is the source.

The longevity locks that Wu De, Sun Yuanqing and others used before were all made from scraps knocked off from this purple gold longevity lock. Although it also has the effect of replacing death, it is far less than the purple gold longevity lock as the source.

"boom!"

Protected by the longevity lock, Wu Yong directly resisted the attack of the wandering Taoist priest, then reached into his sleeve, and with a bang, he pulled out an old fire gun.

The firearm looks very retro.

But as Wu Yong pulled the trigger, the projectile shot from the gun's mouth was stained with mottled blood, and it had a miraculous effect when it landed on You Fang Taoist.

"Well!?"

I saw that Taoist You Fang took a step back after being hit, and then the face of the 30-year-old was rapidly aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, the blue silk turned white, and the wrinkles were crowded. This strange change came to an abrupt end when Taoist You Fang took out a black pill and swallowed it.

But there is such a gap.

"Go!"

The elders of the other three clansmen had already seized the opportunity and walked out. Three large pale hands pressed the head and shoulders of Taoist priest Youfang respectively.

People have three lamps, just above their heads and shoulders.

And these three hands, each with a part of the supernatural rules, pressed together, as if pressing the three lamps of life on You Fang Taoist.

Mortal rule!

Immediately afterwards, a layer of blue-black appeared on the Youfang Taoist's face uncontrollably, as if he was changing from the living to the corpse.

However, in the next second, the wandering Taoist priest who almost turned into a corpse spoke up. I saw his lips that had turned black slowly opened and closed, and spit out a few cold syllables: "Master a part of each, and combine them to be effective. This... is also called the rule of death?"

"Not dead?" Wu Yong frowned: "Who are you?"

"The so-called mortal rule..." The Taoist priest You Fang ignored Wu Yong's questioning, but continued to speak every word, and said in a cold voice:

"...It should be like this."

The voice just fell.

The three old men who put their hands on the head and shoulders of the wandering Taoist priest were shocked, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw and retreat. However, this draw...

"Card wipe!"

---- They tore off their hands.

"what happened!?"

The three old men looked back at Wu Yong, but didn't have time to say anything. I saw that the cracks had already spread from their broken arms to their whole bodies. When the wind blew, they were like disintegrating sand piles, turning into dust and sand in the sky, and not even blood was left.

All three are dead!

The rule of death is so domineering. If you want to fight against this kind of supernatural, either you are far more terrifying than the other party, and you can forcibly suppress it.

Either find loopholes in the rules.

The two methods are nothing more than breaking the skill with force and making skill with skill.

And obviously, these three people of morality can't do it one way. Therefore, even if it is a superhuman at the salary level, it means that he will die if he is to die.

"It's just a big week."

"Oh yes, it should be called Xinhuo now."

After killing the three, Taoist You Fang sneered and said: "If it was placed in the Tianqi period, people like you would not even be in my eyes. Hand over the chart, or you will all die here today. Tu Su is not here, now There is nothing I should be afraid of in Yanzhou.”

----This is a lie.

In fact, even if it is not Tu Su, he is still afraid of at least three people. But the loser is not the loser, this time is to show their domineering.

But by coincidence.

"So? Make it look like we're not the same."

Morality thinks the same way.

When Tu Su was here, it was okay for everyone to be grandsons.

Now that Tu Su is not here, why are you?

But having said that, Wu Yong still controlled his anger and said solemnly: "Who are you? Are you here for the immortality medicine?"

"If so, we might be able to cooperate."

"Cooperation?" Taoist You Fang frowned when he heard the words: "Why do you cooperate with me..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wu Yong's hand suddenly adding a bronze bell with a trident-shaped upper end, a height of 20 centimeters and a diameter of about 9 centimeters.

The bronze bell jingled.

And as the bell spread, the Taoist robe on You Fang's body actually faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the Taoist priest You Fang saw this, his expression changed, and he hurriedly took off his Taoist robe.

"...But it's not impossible to negotiate."

Taoist priest Youfang changed his attitude.

Because he recognized what was in Wu Yong's hand: "Zun Qingling, I didn't expect to meet an old friend... oh yes, you haven't found someone to parasitize."

Wu Yong is not the last extraordinary person.

And the bronze bell in his hand, like the Heavenly Official Seal in Qin Shou's hand, is a token of the last generation of supernatural beings. It is a supernatural item that maintains its existence and can exert its certain supernatural power. But after all, it is not a real parasitic medium like living people, so it can only play a deterrent role.

Morality has a long tradition.

Naturally, it is impossible without the inheritance of the last generation of supernatural beings. It's just that because of their contract with Tu Su, they never dared to use this inheritance.

But so far.

For the immortality medicine, Wu Yong couldn't manage so much anymore.

True, the cost of breaking a contract is high. But he has the purple gold longevity lock to provide supernatural protection and cover, and it is still possible to use it once or twice in a short period of time.

However, at this time-----

"Kaka..."

Before Qin Shou used to forge the supernatural place of the tomb, a corpse with blue and black handprints on its neck, apparently strangled, suddenly stood up.

That is "Qian Feng"'s body.

Previously, together with Wu De and Sun Yuanqing, the first person to be killed by Xun Xi with memory invasion.

He should be dead.

But now, he stood up again.

And behind him, stood the coffin shop at the end of the ghost city [Wannianju], an old man covered in decay.

"You want to leave?"

In the magical land ~www.readwn.com~ an old voice mixed with a vigorous voice suddenly sounded.

"...Well, go out for a walk."

The rotten old man spoke slowly, and then took a step forward. The figure gradually merged with the corpse of "Qian Feng", and they were no longer separated from each other.

"Coffin Mountain Guest can't leave." The overlapping voices of old and young spoke again.

"It doesn't matter." Qian Feng's corpse opened and closed his lips, but the voice of a rotten old man spit out: "I can bring another one."

"....Bon Voyage."

The overlapping voices of old and young seemed to agree with the actions of the decaying old man. Then the old man's voice disappeared, and only the young voice continued: "You also like that Xun Xi? Do you want him to inherit your mantle? What exactly did you plan with Lao Luo?"

".... bet once, six-faced blogger."

"Bet what?" The young voice answered without hesitation.

"Just bet on that young man named Xun Xi." The rotten old man continued: "Penglai treasure ship is about to appear, I bet that this time.... he will die!"

"Oh?" The young voice paused for a moment.

Then it sounded again in a louder and more excited voice:

"Bet!"