Everyone looked towards the window and saw a little boy of five or six years old, with a pale face and a pale head, looking at everyone without blinking.
Dengtu scolded angrily: "Who's a cub lying on the window, go-away, don't look at our crowds, but we are not a pyramid scheme den" Suddenly, the muscles of Dengtu Kongkong's facial twitched, and he said to Mingyang and the others: "This kid is lying on the window, no, if I'm not mistaken, this is the seventh floor, how did this kid come up?"
Hearing Dengtu's empty words, everyone gasped, and goosebumps rose from head to toe.
Suddenly, the little boy outside the window, opened his mouth, showed sharp teeth, slammed his head into the window, and then flew in a head There is no neck or body under the head, just a stomach and intestines with bright red dripping blood.
"Oh my god, what the hell is this?"
The den flew up and kicked it up, knocking the flying boy's head several meters away, and the flying head opened its mouth, baring its sharp teeth and rushing at the cargo again.
"Dodge" The white general brandished a purple gold stick, kicked away the empty air, jumped up, and smashed the stick on the flying head.
Qiang There was a sound of metal clashing, and the flying head showed a painful expression, but the white general's stick did not cause him any substantial damage.
"I don't believe it, I can't blow up your head."
Bai Jiangqi's eyes became even redder, as if he could drip blood, brandished the purple gold stick, and smashed it towards the flying head again.
Bai smashed a stick on the flying head, each stick was more powerful than a stick, but it still didn't hurt the flying head a little.
"I'll come" Just when the flying head was smashed by the white general, Liu Jianfeng twitched the black long sword: "Xingchen Drawing Sword Technique" A ray of starlight shone in from the window, converging on the black long sword in Liu Jianfeng's hand, and slashed towards the flying head. swish Liu Jianfeng's sword, like chopping melons and vegetables, cut the flying head in half in one fell swoop.
Liu Jianfeng pulled a sword flower, the back of the long sword and the back of the sword, and said arrogantly: "Hmph, let you be steel and iron bones, it is not as sharp as my Liu family Xingchen's sword drawing skills." ” But at this moment, an accident happened, and the flying head that was cut in half actually flew up automatically, merged into one in mid-air, and turned into a complete flying head again.
"How can this be" Oh A beastly roar came out of the flying head's mouth, and he opened his mouth and bit towards Liu Jianfeng's neck.
"Hugh hurts my brother" Mingyang stood in front of Liu Jianfeng, raised his hand and pointed towards the head of the flying head: "Broken" With Mingyang's fluttering finger at the center of Feitou's eyebrows, Mingyang's whole person erupted into a purple-black light curtain, and the powerful True Qi wrapped Feitou in it.
The flying head let out a painful howl, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of purple-black blood, splashing Mingyang's back, and staggered to the back window, trying to escape.
"You give me death" Mingyang roared, controlling the true qi that enveloped the flying head, and instantly strangled it into minced meat. call Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
In the face of unknown and terrifying things, even if everyone is strong, a layer of white sweat can't help but grow on their backs.
However, at this moment, the flying head that had been strangled into minced meat by the famous True Qi was actually condensing, turning into a much smaller flying head than before, and quickly escaped.
"Where to run" At this moment, the door of the room was kicked open, and an old man in a white robe with a wrinkled face rushed in, waving a string of Buddhist beads and putting them on top of the flying head.
With the addition of the Buddha beads, the movement of the flying head became extremely slow.
The old monk took out a demon-slaying pestle from the cloth bag he was carrying, bit his middle finger, and stabbed it into the flying heavenly spirit cover.
"Whew" The flying head let out a ghostly wolf howl, fell to the ground and did not move, and then automatically burned and turned into flying ashes.
"Senior Brother" After doing everything, the old monk ran to the side of the monk who bled to death in the seven orifices, and tears couldn't help but flow out.
Then he sat cross-legged, folded his hands, put them on his chest, and recited a series of words that Mingyang and others did not understand, but he thought that he was doing some kind of transcendent ritual.
Mingyang and the others all looked at the old man vigilantly, and Liu Jianfeng even put the black long sword on Ba Yao's shoulder.
"How daring, you dare to design to harm us."
"This flying head has nothing to do with her."
The old monk stood up, folded his hands and bowed slightly.
Mingyang also folded his hands and saluted, and said to the old monk: "Are you a wizard?"
"What can be said."
"You're going to surrender."
The old monk looked at Xia Sihai, who was indeed carrying it in his hand, and then looked at Ba Yao not far away.
"Infatuation, is it worth it for this girl to exchange the rest of her life for a short period of love?"
"Value."
"Hey, ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die."
Dengtu clasped his arms empty, and said angrily: "The master seems to be a person with a story, don't drag these haves, I'll ask you if you can surrender." ” "I can see that his surrender is under my senior brother, although my senior brother's mana is above me, but he is kind, and his surrender is not fierce, so it can be explained, the most dangerous person now is him."
The old monk said this and pointed his finger at Fame: "You can now be said to be the public enemy of all wizards. ” "Why is it my blood?"
"That's right, in fact, even if I don't make a move, the flying head will be seriously injured by you, and the blood it sprays on your body is a wizard's grievance before death, even if you change your clothes and take a bath many times, in a month, as long as the wizard can detect that you have killed their fellow Daoists, and with this blood, you don't need to use your hair and nails, you can also set up an altar to descend on you."
"In other words, I have to face flying head attacks every day for this month" The old monk shook his head: "Not necessarily, the flying head just now is actually a loser among wizards, if the head descender who has successfully cultivated does not need to endure the pain of this separation of the body and head at all, those who fly out of the abdominal cavity with their intestines can only be regarded as half-witches, and they have to live on the brain and heart of the dead every day. ” Everyone looked at the old monk, and sure enough, they couldn't see the reflection of the person from the pupils of his eyes.
"Why is this happening?"
"This is the secret of our wizard's cultivation, if you want to cultivate, I will teach you after examining your character."
"If I don't learn, I don't want to wander the streets with my head in my head, the problem is my boss, what to do" "Although it is the first time we met, if you believe me, I will take him back to the temple, and with us people guarding it, those evil dark wizards will not be able to make waves."
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