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The intermittent rain finally became heavier, and the continuous rain line hangs down from the sky, as if enclosing the whole world in a fine net.

The monk was running in a hurry in the rain. The fur on his body had been beaten into a wet piece by the rain, and it stuck to his body, even with the film that had been pasted on it before, looking extremely embarrassed.

It looked up and sniffed left and right, the tip of its pink nose twitched slightly, and its ears pricked up from time to time, alert to the slightest sound.

Can't hear, he's not here, or—

The cat pupils of different colors narrowed their eyes, and a circle of golden light spread from the monk's body. The place illuminated by the Buddha's light was originally dark, but now a dark bubble gradually emerged. The world inside the bubble was blurred, and even the Buddha's light It also cannot be illuminated.

The monk cried out in a low voice, and the Buddha's light that had surrounded it before gradually converged, sticking tightly to its body.It moved forward, and the layer of "bubble" trembled slightly when it touched it, as if it was about to burst, but it always maintained a dangerous balance until the monk was completely submerged.

After crossing that layer of enchantment, the strong Yin Qi diffused directly, and the cold air that was almost unbreathable rolled over from all directions. The monk flicked his tail, and the Buddha's light on his body shone a little, and the Yin Qi that was forced over disperse.

It listened carefully to the movement around it, and finally heard a familiar voice in the continuous rain.

Without hesitation, the monk ran towards the place where the sound came from.

Don't do stupid things... Benefactor Song, Xiao Song... Guimu Song!

Song Guimu discovered for the first time that the so-called anger can really burn.

He could clearly feel that there seemed to be a fire in his heart, hissing and roasting his heart and lungs, making his whole body hot, as if he could spit out flames as soon as he opened his mouth.

Since Angry Beast Wuwu has such a name, he must have some related abilities... He can be proud of his self-control if he can last until now.

Before he was so angry that he lost his mind, he tore off a string of beads in his hand. Eighteen rosary beads fell to the ground one after another. A round of Buddha's light spread from the rosary beads, echoing each other, and he insisted on illuminating the originally dark corner like daylight. bright.

Illuminated by this kind of light that is almost like a natural enemy, the originally menacing man suddenly stopped and let out a roar of unwillingness.

Song Guimu smiled provocatively at it, but stared at the other person.

He looked indifferently at the Buddha beads that fell on the ground. The Buddha's light could stop Wu Wu from moving forward, but it didn't seem to affect him at all.Noticing Song Guimu's expression, he stepped on a Buddhist bead.

Click it.

The clear and crisp crackling sound made Song Guimu's face twitch, and the guard moved his foot away, looked expressionlessly at the Buddhist beads crushed by him, then turned to Song Guimu, with a smile on his face, softly Said: "Apart from this, what else do you have?"

"There are a lot," Song Guimu said lightly, "Exorcists, there are not many others, but the most tricks."

The Buddha's light weakened, and Wu Wu, who had previously retreated behind, took another step triumphantly. A grin appeared on his face that was almost human but a hundred times more hideous. It's too late to swallow Song Guimu.

Fighting for a long time, Song Guimu's physical strength has long been unable to keep up. It only needs to be honed for a while, and it can taste the taste of human flesh it has been coveting for a long time... Seeing that the Buddha's light is too weak to stop him, Wu Wu took a big step, Open your mouth wide and want to bite!

When there was no time to spare, a cylinder rolled down from Song Guimu's hand——Jiwu didn't care, even if Song Guimu still had a second string of beads, it mustered all its strength at this time, and its whole body was full of evil spirits. He blocked it, and there was no magic power on the cylinder, maybe it was just a cover-up—but just when it thought it was about to succeed, a dazzling white light exploded in front of his eyes!

"The world is better than advancing with the times, and no one can compare to ours." After throwing the flash bomb, he closed his eyes tightly immediately, Song Guimu muttered in a low voice, and threw it exactly according to the direction he remembered before. Out of the thing held in the other hand——梼杌's roar was heard immediately, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

How does the exorcist's special super thick black dog blood taste?

Don't blame me for being unkind, who made your old man grin so wide?

Taking advantage of the gap when Wu Wu was forced to retreat, Song Guimu took a breath, and glanced at the defenders from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that Wu Wu was frustrated, his expression still didn't change. If he hadn't met Song Guimu, his eyes wouldn't even be able to see a little bit of expression.But as long as Song Guimu is facing him, a smile will definitely appear on his face.

The gentle, the smile he missed...a long time ago.

A sour taste rose from the bottom of his heart, Song Guimu smiled wryly, and finally made a decision.

He bit the tip of his tongue, and spewed a mouthful of blood towards Wuwu who had finally recovered from the stimulation of the black dog's blood, roaring angrily.The evil beast's figure suddenly stopped, and it was stopped abruptly on the spot.

Legend has it that Song Dingbo, the ancestor of the ghost exorcist, once turned a ghost into a sheep with a mouthful of saliva, and sold it in the market. Since then, the thousand-year legend of the ghost exorcist appeared.

"The disciples of later generations are unworthy, and don't have the ability to turn into sheep..." Song Guimu muttered vaguely with his tongue in his mouth, "However, it must be okay."

A mouthful of Zhenyang saliva might stop Wu Wu for a moment, and what he has to do is within this moment!

Looking up at the defenders, Song Guimu spoke.

"Let me ask you a question... Is it the beast, or you?"

"It's not me." The defender smiled, pointing the long sword at Song Guimu's heart.

"...Forget it, I know the answer too."

Be it Wang Wuxiang or Mo Ying, those two bastards will never give him an easy multiple-choice question.

With a final sigh, Song Guimu raised his head and stared at the defenders.

His brother, his benefactor.

——"Live well, Xiaomu."

That seemed to be... the same smile as the defender in front of him.

but……

"Help me give those bastards a message," Song Guimu said calmly, pulling out the cursed knife tied to his leg, "My brother looks much prettier than you when he smiles."

The smile on the defender's face didn't change, and Song Guimu didn't look at him again.The curse knife was about the length of his forearm, and the blade was tightly wrapped by a bandage written with dense spells. He shook the knife in his hand, and the bandage naturally fell off, revealing the pitch-black blade.

The defenders showed an expression of great interest, staring at the curse knife in Song Guimu's hand, as if looking forward to the audience of the novel performance - as for killing Song Guimu, it seemed to have become another irrelevant task.

Song Guimu held the knife in his left hand and placed it across his chest. He glanced at the guards and raised his right hand—holding the blade tightly.

The defenders were stunned!

The sharp blade easily cut through the soft flesh, and the bright red blood spilled down along the blade and fell to the ground.

The defender's face was pale, not because of Song Guimu's actions, but because of his right hand.

On the right hand holding the sword, a wound exactly the same as Song Guimu appeared silently, and the blood dripped, splashing bright red on the ground.

"Unexpectedly, your blood is still red." Song Guimu commented lightly, and the defenders stared at him coldly without saying a word.

Song Guimu bared his teeth and smiled, raised his knife across his neck, the cold eyes of the guards, the stiff 梼杌 not far away, the opponent who made him feel extremely difficult before, seemed to be nothing at this moment.

"Brothers," he raised his head carefully, looked at the defenders, and smiled what might be his last smile in his life, "Let's go on the road together, both of us."

I owe too much to others, and I owe you too much, and I can't pay it back. In the end, the valuable things are left, which is this life.

Song Guimu took a deep breath, his hands were shaking, but he still firmly held the handle of the knife, letting the edge of the knife press against his neck tightly.

Then, point by point, press down.

The gushing blood covered the back of his hand, warm and sticky. The pain from the wound was not as severe as imagined, but soft and negligible. He struggled to open his eyes wide. In his blurred vision, One can see that half of the body of that figure was stained red by the blood gushing from the neck just like him. The color of the blood is so distinct that it can be clearly seen mixed in the black clothes.

Wuwu let out an angry roar, and its body shook as if it had been severely injured. The originally solid and huge body was twisted into a strange phantom, gradually losing its original shape.

Sure enough, he guessed right.

There is only one formation eye, but there are two "persons" defending the formation. Most likely, the formation eye is on one of them. As long as the formation eye is abolished, the other will disappear.

In this case, the most difficult guess is to judge which one is the formation eye. After all, if the other is a phantom, destroying it will not hurt the formation eye, but will waste effort.

Song Guimu didn't have much time to guess, he only knew one thing: that guy Wang Wuxiang would definitely force him to do what he didn't want to do.

Too bad that bastard miscalculated.

Even if he is the shameless Song Guimu who is greedy for life and afraid of death, there will be times when he is desperate.

The strong smell of blood filled his nose and mouth, and the world in front of him had become blurred. His body swayed and he knelt down slowly.

"Ok?"

Mo Ying was slightly taken aback, staring at his palm, as if seeing something unbelievable, frowned tightly.

On the other side of the anger formation... how is it possible?

He and Wang Wuxiang have repeatedly deduced the four formations of this night, the most vulnerable is naturally the formation of fear, Zhang Tianshi is not given for nothing, and they don't expect to be able to stop him, they only hope that the subsequent ambush can stop him He stopped him so that he could not help the other three.For the remaining three battles, Zhang Fei is the most unpredictable, and Wang Wuxiang will deal with it himself. It is reasonable to hand over the most difficult Ghost King Zhong Cuo to Mo Ying, and the remaining battle is handed over to "him".

Although Song Guimu was also a problem that made them feel troublesome, as long as the opponent was "him", that person would hurt himself by three points, and the burst of anger was the least of their worries.

But why...

Mo Ying couldn't help but feel annoyed when the plan was disrupted, but he always left it to Wang Wuxiang to worry about such things. After passing a message to him, he refocused his energy on the battlefield on his side—not far away , the little ghost king was crackling with his puppet, very beautiful.

There is actually no difference between the ghost king's combat skills passed down from generation to generation, and the acquired ghost-war ultimate moves.

Looking at the two people who were wrestling together, Mo Ying's eyes shone with excitement.

If it wasn't for Wang Wuxiang's ten thousand warnings, he really wanted to rush up by himself and let that little ghost king taste his strength.

Ghost King... Ghost King!