"Which ~ how fast is the flight speed?" Seeing that the speed of the shadow has far exceeded himself, Xiao Hua does not feel the slightest eyes, and his heart is horrified.

Waiting for the black shadow to fall under the steps of the ancestors, Xiao Hua can see clearly that this black shadow is a bird and beast with four flesh-wings on his back. This bird and beast not only has four wings, but under the belly. And with three claws on the chest, there is a meat crown on the top of the bird with a high crown!

"Grandma's, Laozi is coming late!" Not waiting for this weird bird and beast to stop, a thinner than the bamboo raft can not be much stronger than the old man jumped from the back of the bird and beast, the figure slightly shook, in the wind Among them, the flash fell to the back of the old village.

"You are the old witch of the emperor's village, naturally it is known at speed! Even if it is late, is it faster to fly?" The figure is not a tall old man sneer, "It is... you are every time It’s late!”

"Minghua! Laozi is because of something!" The emperor of the emperor Jiangzhai argued, "I am so dangerous today in Mengshan, of course, I have to think hard about it!"

"Ming Hua??" Although the witches used the words of Mengshan, Xiao Hua was not listening to him, but the words "Minghua" were issued in the old mouth, just heard from Xiaohua. The name of the weeping is general, the pronunciation is very similar, and it is not a spirit in Xiao Hua’s heart!

"Is it not... This old man is the one that the goddess of the Wanxie world is looking for... Minghua?" Xiao Hua looked at the tall and unusual Wu Lao on the far steps, and the old-fashioned white hair of the witch, how could he not be able to take him Put it together with the face of the maidens! It is like a cow dung and a flower-like feeling.

Then, several people said two more words, all into the ancestors.

The figures of the waiting people disappeared, and the steps were up and down. Everyone was a long sigh of relief and moved slowly.

After waiting for Xiaohua to enter the ancestral hall with the temple, seeing Li Zongbao, Hongxia Fairy and other people standing in the corner not far from the temple door, Xiao Hua did not need to lead the temple. The path has passed. Xiao Hua has just gone two steps, and the guardian behind him is eager: "Xiao Gongzi, your position is not here!"

"Oh? Where is that?" Xiao Hua turned to the road.

The temple guard looked at the cockroach with the soul, and pointed his hand to the top of the ancestors, and smiled and said: "Xiao Gongzi's position is second only to the eleven old witches."

"No, the poor road is here!" Xiao Hua looked at his own robe and shook his head. At this time, he also knows why so many souls stared at themselves.

"Wu old has orders. Your majesty does not dare to follow, but also invite Xiao Gongzi to go up!" That temple Wei Naken let him feel free?

"You go to talk to Wu Lao." Xiao Hua said faintly. "Since the poor road is qualified to stand there, it is natural to stand here!"

Seeing that Xiao Hua did not go, the temple guard had to leave and went to the place where Wu Lao was told.

Xiao Hua ignored him. Going to Hongxia Fairy and others.

"Big Brother..." Before Xiao Hua approached, Xiao Mao waved with a smile.

"How come you come!" Red Xia fairy complained, "We have been waiting for a long time, I thought you have another bad pool!"

"Hey, listen to the guard, we are the front and rear!" Xiao Hua sighed. "However. I just met Ji Man in the palace!"

"Oh? Why?" Red Xia fairy's face was tight and he hurriedly asked.

"No problem, no problem!" Xiao Hua knows that everyone is like him. He has some preconceived ideas about Ji Man, and he waved. "She just asked the questions of Zi Yan and Zi Ming, and it was not difficult for me! And, this Ji It’s a pitiful one..."

Unfortunately, he did not wait for him to finish. Hongxia Fairy is cold and cold: "Poor people must have hateful places!"

"This..." Xiao Hua was speechless.

"How? I am not right? If she is not conniving at Ziyan, if she does not want to confuse her, then the Tuzai will fall to this point?" Hongxia Fairy retorted, "Don't look at her face care. Ming, everything makes the child clear, but she is retreating, once she has grasped the handle of Zi Ming as before. It is necessary to put Zi Ming only in the dead!"

"Okay! Just when I didn't say anything!" Xiao Hua was speechless. After all, everyone has their own judgment. He only hopes that his judgment will not be too far off the mark.

Ignore the blame of Hongxia Fairy, Xiao Hua looked up at the entire ancestors. Today is different from the last one. Today, there are not many ancestors, but they are all very old, and there are many old people. And these witches are divided into three steps, which are distinct.

The first part is the Wu Lao of the Twelve Masters. Standing in front of the statue of the **** of the gods, it occupies a great scope.

It was followed by the second part, which was nearly two hundred people. The two hundred people were divided into two groups, which were placed on the left and right sides of the statue of the gods. It should be the post-Tuzhai and the extravagant village called the ninety-nine Shangzhai Wu Lao.

In the end, it is the third part. It is also divided into two parts. It is behind the ninety-nine up front of the village. There are three hundred people in each of them. It should be the so-called three hundred and sixty-six villagers.

Xiao Hua looked at it. There are so many old witches and almost all of them. He really didn't distinguish the old Wuzong who was first encountered.

"Hey? Zi Ming does not seem to be inside this ancestor?" Xiao Hua looked at the moment and suddenly realized that, suddenly, the ancestral temple of the gods was empty and there was no trace of humanity. "No, Jiman actually No? She seems to have come long ago! Zi Ming is the protagonist of the Torchlight Ceremony tonight, and Ji Man is the second most popular figure in Wuzhai. She may not be here?"

Thinking, Xiao Hua will look closely at the left side of the statue of God, and want to find out what is the clue. However, the naked eye is still empty, and now the ancestors of the ancestors, the four old villages of Mengshan gathered together, any one is the existence of Xiao Hua Gaoshan, and where does Xiaohua dare to release the Buddha?

Looking at it roughly, Xiao Hua gave up and put his eyes on the twelve witches who whispered. The twelve old witches, except the old Wuzhai, look young, and the other three are also young and abnormal. However, these three people are facing Xiaohua, and Xiaohua can’t see them. face.

In particular, the Xuan Mingzhai Wu Lao, who was seen outside the ancestors, seems to be a meditation. The figure is really big, and it is standing outside, and the other witches are Strictly blocked, even if Xiao Hua wants to see these old witches, they can't.

However, occasionally from the side of the body of the witch and the old man, Xiao Hua can still see the backs or sides of the old witches, seemingly somewhat strange! There is even a third arm under the arm of the old witch.

"Oh... there is a vision of a stranger!" Xiaohua slammed his mouth, it was to recover his eyes, but at this time, Wu Laohua’s arm was raised, it was the three arms that were there. The old Wu's figure was let go, and it was a coincidence that the old-fashioned kerchief was suddenly opened, but under the scarf, a sly face was revealed. The eyes like the blood hole are exactly the same as Xiao Hua’s eyes!

"Silk~" Xiao Hua was shocked. The cold hairs of the whole body were upside down. If they saw the ghost face, he might not be afraid. But behind the old witch’s head, there was a sudden under the scarf. Appeared, it was completely beyond his expectations. Fortunately, the square scarf seems to be brought up by the swaying body of the Xuan Mingzhai. With the old arm of the Xuan Mingzhai, the square scarf is falling again, blocking the ghost face behind the witch’s brain, and Xuan The body shape of the old man in the darkness is completely obscured by the witch.

"Grandma, who is this million-year-old sorcerer?!" Xiao Hua’s heart has a lingering dark voice. "What is the so-called twelve great gods? Is it all..."

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua suddenly has a kind of enlightenment!

"I understand! These twelve great gods... Is it related to the ancient spirit beasts? This million montes are the descendants of the blood of the beasts, just like the monks who have many souls and bloods in my compatriots?" Isn't the red xia fairy just the blood of the phoenix? The ancestors of their Cai family are not in the millions of Mengshan? However, these twelve beasts are too powerful, oh? Not necessarily, it is estimated that with the red xia fairy The ancestor of the ice phoenix is ​​almost the same? Otherwise, the ancestors of the Cai family will not be placed in the million mega-mountain! Perhaps after the Cai family could not stand in the million mega-mountain, this moved from the million mondsan to the Taoist country of my Taoist dynasty. Oh, unfortunately, if the Cai family is also in a million mountains, Xiaoye can also mix what is full of Dangdang!"

When I thought of the fullness, Xiao Hua’s heart was a move. “Where is the night rain? Isn’t he the heart of Xiao Mao’s killing? Now Xiao Mao’s identity is undecided, it’s a good opportunity for him to wait. Xiao Mao’s identity is recognized by the wealthy Wu Zhai, what opportunities does he have?”

"Oh, no, I am afraid that it is the night rain that has already said something in front of this wealthy old witch?" Xiao Hua is frowning again. "Otherwise, why did the Wu Lao have not entered the ancestors? Do you have any opinions? Actually, in front of the ancestors of Houtu Village, so many people are facing the younger brothers. Is he starting with Xiaoye? Or is it for Xiao Mao?"

Xiao Hua thinks that the more he feels bad, the more he looks at Xiao Mao’s face, with a kind of expectation, and he feels secretly worried.

Just in Xiaohua’s cranky thoughts, it’s about half an hour waiting for the past. There are some noisy inside the ancestors, not only the twelve big witches but also some words, that is, many witches are also whispering. It’s rare.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound came from outside the ancestors, and it was quiet on some of the low and noisy halls. Even the twelve wizards who gathered together to talk about it hurriedly dispersed, and each of them stood in one place with extreme rules...