Fortunately, with the containment of the exorcist sect, the monks are also careful to restrain themselves everywhere.
It is rare to see an old woman like this, who is not a monk and is so ostentatious.
Before she chose the market in front of the Demon Hidden Pavilion, didn't she first inquire into the details of the Demon Hidden Pavilion?
There's a demigod who likes to split people with thunder and lightning!
Even if it rained in the past at dusk, it was a drizzle, and there was no sound of moisturizing, and there was no thunder.
But there have been a few faint thunderstorms over the years.
Well, even if those few times Xiao Lei had no effect on the soul ring.
But if the thunderbolt in the Demon Hidden Pavilion had done his best, he would have been able to burn down a thriving town in the world!
In the past, White Frost had seen with his own eyes the plague that entangled a city with the lessons of a hundred refinements.
The plague monster relied on its own light black mist, spread out just enough to eat away at a city, could not be killed, could not be ignited, and was very arrogant.
It just so happened that the Hundred Refining and White Frost, who had gone to fetch the treasure, passed through that city.
The people of the city were contaminated by the miasma of the plague and developed the plague, not even the livestock, the poultry, the rats, and even the insects.
Birds that fly lower will also suffer, and the city is already prosperous, and the people outside do not know what is going in, but they will still go inside.
The more you go, the happier the plague becomes, and the more you eat.
However, how can the white frost and the hundred refinements not be able to distinguish the pestilence?
When she hugged a little girl at the gate of the city, who had almost fallen to the ground, covered in large dark gray patches and had dull eyes, Bai Lian was furious.
He immediately flew up to the city and pulled down the hammer that had become a hairpin.
The half-fed plague didn't even have a chance to regain its miasma, and was split into ashes by a large cloud of thunder and lightning......
It was the most brilliant thunder and lightning that White Frost had ever seen—he stood on the top of the city, and the hammer in his hand fell high, and almost at the same time, dense thunder and lightning fell from the sky over the whole city, splitting a city clean!
The plague dies and the miasma disappears.
Those who died of the plague were also burned.
However, after the living people were struck by the thunder and lightning, they actually purified the miasma on their bodies and returned to health.
Bai Shuang hugged the little girl and landed beside Bai Lian, his eyes were still red, and his teeth were clucking.
"What are those wastes doing in the hidden world?"
He turned his face to look at the little girl, and his expression gradually softened.
Tempering became smaller in an instant, and he placed it on the little girl's eyebrows.
A burst of thunder and lightning crawled over the little girl's skin like the roots of a plant, and her eyes widened.
Wherever the "roots" went, the dark gray patches quickly faded, leaving only pale skin.
"Their divine seal has not yet fully recovered, and there is nothing they can do about the plague."
Perhaps, I didn't notice it at all.
White Frost raised her eyebrows and gently put the little girl down.
Bai Lian snorted coldly: "Waste."
With that, he reinserted the hammer back into his hair and flew down.
Bai Shuang put the bulging money bag and a lot of elixir in the hands of the fainting little girl, and got up to leave.
When he returned to the ox cart, Bai Lian had already fallen asleep because he was too tired.
Now, as long as he is there, there is no need for any thunder in the sky to block the control of the soul bell over the butterfly.
It's a pity that Bai Lian went to Hanchuan to fight just now, and he hasn't returned to the Demon Hidden Pavilion until now.
As long as he couldn't pull Han Chuan back, he now estimated which street corner he was hiding from drinking.
The white frost furrowed his eyebrows, and the battle below became more and more intense, as dazzling as a storm.
The spectators shouted loudly, and there was already a lot of money piled up around the old woman.
Left and right, as tall as a hill, and she stood in the middle of it like an ugly statue on crutches.
I don't know if directly attacking the old woman will affect the power of the soul bell......
The hoarfrost measured how much he could do to keep the butterflies alive.
She knows very well that cultivation is not easy, especially when she is getting started - the butterflies have already survived the barrier set by fate, and as long as she absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate, she can become a demon spirit little by little.
After giving birth to demon elements, they will be one step closer to consummation.
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At this time, it fell into the hands of the old woman, like a person who had just come out of the tiger's den, and fell into the wolf's den in the blink of an eye.
All the hard work, perseverance, and struggle have come to naught.
They are wooden because they have no power to resist control.
But hoarfrost will not be like these spectators, be a knife handler and destroy everything they have!
Since there is no hundred refinements, she can only make a move.
White Frost's eyes were cold.
However, when she appeared at the gate of the Demon Hidden Pavilion in an empty escape, thunder suddenly fell on her head!
Coincidentally, they smashed between the two butterfly demons, and they retreated left and right, suddenly turning into butterflies and flying away.
Thunder and lightning interfere with the control of the soul bells, and the butterflies break free and flee for their lives.
It's just that they didn't choose the way to go, and they all rushed to the doors and windows of the Demon Hidden Pavilion.
The corpses of the butterflies in the remaining place, fragmented and piled up in the open space between the crowds.
Startled by the thunder, the old woman squinted her eyes and curled up in a ball.
The cane fell right on her side, knocking over a pile of money, and the soul bell slammed into the ground with a jumbled sound.
"You old woman, you are old, why don't you accumulate some virtue.
Do you have to do this kind of killing?
"The person who fell on the top floor of the Demon Hidden Pavilion was none other than Bai Lian.
When the spectators saw him, they all retreated, and they tripped over themselves when they ran uncomfortably, and they didn't even want money to roll and climb.
There are two big things that the Demon Hidden Pavilion can't be provoked, one is the little boy of Fuyao who looks weak and can't help but actually has infinite strength.
The other is Bailian, whoever provokes him is all scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.
Where do you dare to ask for money?
The old woman, who was almost curled up, removed the hand covering her ear, glared at Bai Lian, and didn't speak, just picked up the crutches on the ground.
She flicked her cane at the corpses of the butterflies, and the layers of butterfly corpses were all gone.
Bai Shuang said coldly in his heart: "Even crutches are treasures?
Why can't you see it?
” However, she was still very happy that Bailian suddenly appeared. was about to say something, but suddenly found that he actually had a blue nose and swollen face, and he was very embarrassed......
Bai Shuang suddenly understood the mood of the spectators just now.
I'm afraid of being angry!
"The life of the old woman naturally comes from the old woman.
You don't need to be a red-mouthed and white-toothed child.
Hum!
The old woman shook her cane at the two piles of money, and in an instant only silk and two lumps of copper were left.
Bai Lian turned the smaller Bai Lian hammer in his hand and inserted it back into the hair room in a chic and free manner.
"I'm not sorry for you, old fellow who should have gone to the grave, my poor butterflies that you killed at will.
They are innocent, but you are not.
He stretched out his foot and stepped on the silk that the old woman was about to pull up.
She pulled the corners of her mouth, showed a disdainful smile, and the cane in her hand paused: "What?
Are you going to kill my old woman?!
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