In the courtyard, a black-robed man repeatedly swung his sword at the monk's golden bowl shield.
The two black-robed men looked solemnly at the rolling red mist of the room.
Monk Mude and monk Zhixuan hid in the golden bowl of dimming gold, looking desperate.
Whenever there was a crack in the shield, the priest would cut his hand with a dagger and cast a spell to repair the crack in the shield.
The blood squeezed less and less, and his face grew whiter and whiter.
With the black robed man's sword, the gold bowl shield appeared again cracks.
The priest falters, but reluctantly produces a spell to repair the shroud.
The black-robed man outside sneered, "I'll see how much blood you have to cast a spell."
The priest's face was a hundred miles dark, he was thin, and now he lost two catties... Could not help turning his head to look at the fat monk beside him.
Zhixuan mouth smoked, or said: "Nothing, I still have blood."
"Your blood... It's no use!" The priest was helpless.
Monk Zhixuan felt despised and immediately refused to accept: "Why?" Is your blood more noble?"
"Will you cast the healing spell? You won't... If I do it, I can only use my blood." "Explained the priest.
Wisdom Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, took out a copper sword to shepherd.
"What is this for?" The priest looked at the copper sword handed over by the monk Zhixuan, and suddenly could not react.
Wisdom Xuan seriously open the way.
"If you use a copper sword to cut your hand, the copper sword will cut a big hole, and the blood will be quick..."
The priest takes a deep breath... If we're gonna get out of here today, we're gonna break up with this fat bastard.
There was another crack in the shield, and there was no more blood in the holes in Mude's hand... Only to cut another hole with a dagger, bleed, cast a spell to repair the shield.
Fat monk looked at the side of the toothache, can not help but say: "This is why you are so thin?" The ways of your family are so useless..."
'Shut up! The priest could bear it no longer.
"Ok ok..." Zhixuan monk agreed, but still looked at the operation of Mu De skimming his mouth... It's better to be a monk.
After shedding blood and casting the spell, Mude turned pale and fell to the ground.
"I... Did my best..."
"Let life and death be as it is!" Monk Zhixuan sat beside Mu De, holding Mu De, and gave a bitter smile.
When all means are exhausted, there is no other way.
Unless at this time, justice will strike down these three black robed men at the end of the foundation.
Unfortunately, this day... There is no justice!
The two of them were surrounded here by three base building later, and at this time there is only one base building shot, and two base building later has not yet shot, studying red fog on the side.
And Sushil is still underground, haunted by the devil!
Today... I'm afraid I'm gonna die here.
Never mind... This world.
Zhi Xuan monk and shepherd de smiled at each other, this moment actually calmly faced.
At this time...
'Ka-ching... Click... '
In the red mist of blood in the house, there was a strange sound.
Click... Click...
Two men in black robes who were studying the blood mist by the red mist heard a movement in the room and stepped back. He stared at the blood mist with a guarded expression, as if ready to deal with anomalies in the rising blood mist.
The black-robed man attacking the golden bowl shield also stopped and looked at the blood mist inside the house. While watching the blood mist, he was on guard against the two men in the golden bowl shield to prevent them from escaping.
Click... Click...
The sound came closer and clearer.
A figure came slowly out of the blood mist.
Su Mo through the bleeding fog, out of the house door...
There is no expression on the clear and astringent face, but the head is lowered. He was drenched, and there was a mist of blood behind him.
Su Mo lowered her head and walked out of the house slowly, her left hand swinging with the pace, while her right hand seemed to be holding what...
"Sushil!" The monk inside the golden bowl shroud exclaimed.
"There's something wrong with Sushil!" The priest also saw Su Mo, but he looked at Su Mo's right hand and couldn't see anything. I think Su Mo's right hand posture is extremely strange.
Su Mo's right hand moves like it's holding something, but they can't see anything.
Three men in black robes ducked to Su Mo and blocked the way with swords. A black-robed man said in a cold voice, "Who are you and why are you in the house?"
Su Mo just bowed his head and stopped, not answering the words of the black robe man.
He was drenched in black, his hat hanging down behind him, his hair sleek and his black crossbow cold. But there's no psychic wave.
A human look, but it's extremely weird.
"Brother take you home..." Su Mo looked at his right hand, deep pain pity the opening.
The little girl is looking nervous firmly grasp Su Mo's hand, as if as long as a let go will no longer find this kind of strange brother.
"But... They stopped us as if they didn't want us to go." The little girl's ghost said with concern.
"They'll let us go..." Su Mo low smile, laughter is very strange and horrible.
The two monks and Taoists who were watching stood up with cold hair, and they felt a very terrible breath in Su Mo at this moment.
The look of the black robed people changed, and at this time they also felt a breath of wrong.
Staring at Su Mo tightly, he suddenly opened his mouth: "Who are you?"
Su Mo still did not answer the words of the black robe man, but crouched down, gently stroked the little girl's head, and then picked up the little girl.
But this simple action, in the eyes of others is very strange.
Clearly he has nothing in his arms, but it is so real, like really holding a child.
"Brother take you home..." Su Mo held the little girl gently open his mouth.
'Good! The little girl hugged Su Mo's neck and buried her face in Su Mo's arms.
She felt that the brother was a good man, the arms of the brother were particularly warm, more reassuring than the dark world...
"Mystery! Black robe has been unable to wait for Su Mo's answer, but has been doing some of their own do not understand the action, say some do not understand, immediately angry, sword stopped Su Mo's way.
"Ah... They really don't want us to go!" Su Mo looked at the long sword and three black robes in front of himself, mumbling.
"But what can I do? I promised to take you home..." Su Mo strange laugh, laugh and cry, cry and laugh, look crazy disorder.
"Ha ha ha... How could my brother refuse to grant you such a small request?"
Su Mo at the moment, the state of extreme wrong. Not at all like the urbane Su Su, more like a madman.
A mortal, in the face of the three foundations of the later period, instead of fear, but a face of drama and mockery of crying and laughing.
"Big... Big... The devil!" The Taoist priest stared at Su Mo with a maniacal look, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and shouted dumbstruck: "Su Shi has the breath of great evil on him."
"The great murderer has given up Sushil!"
"This is not Sushil, he is the great evil!"
One side of the wisdom Xuan monk hair fried stand.