Saitama also recognized that it was a box made of locust, which is yin, and it is best to store all kinds of shame and corpses.

She looked at the Huaimu box with Jushafu, and heard Song Ziyu's voice, "Little girl, let's leave, the formation here is not something we can solve ..." Well, I threw out a few runes and hit them on the locust box, and a large amount of aura spewed out towards the locust box.

Song Zizhen couldn't see the aura, but he could feel some. He looked at Saitama in shock, thinking like a paste in his brain, why is he so cultivated at such a young age?

Who is she?

Saitama didn't care about this, she felt the evil spirits rushing insanely, and could only suppress them with her aura.

Time passed.

Song Zizhen didn't dare to disturb for half a minute, sitting cross-legged next to Saitama to help her protect the law. The evil spirit here was too heavy, he was a little uncomfortable, but he would not let the little girl stay here alone. May not bother.

The sweat dripped from Saitama's forehead, and passed along the thick and long eyelashes, dripping on the white cheek.

Song Zizheng is also getting more and more urgent. The most fearful of the tough battle is the lack of aura. The seven eyes cannot be destroyed, and the backfighting encountered is enough to kill her.

Fortunately, another ten minutes later, the bang on the locust box burst into powder, and the yin-sha energy disappeared instantly. Pu Yu opened her eyes, took back the aura, looked at the box in the pit, and looked up at Song Ziyu.

Song Ziyi didn't understand it at first. After two or three seconds, he understood the meaning of Saitama. He showed an unbelievable expression. At last, she looked pale and had no blood on her lips. The wooden box came up, and the stench was about to faint him.

Both of them do this business, and it is clear that this is the smell of corpse smell.

Naturally won't open the box.

But depending on the size of the box, it should be a part of the body.

Song Ziyu looked back at the nausea and watched Yuyu pull out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack, unscrewed it, murmured, sipped it twice, and threw it back into the backpack. He licked his lower lip and wanted to drink water. Water mountain.

Qi Yu said dumbly: "This water can't be drunk for you. There are six bursts of eyes to break, and I will consume a lot of water." In fact, there is Lingquan water in it. Naturally, I dare not give Song Ziyu. He noticed.

Song Zi said, "I know, I know."

Feeling that the aura in the body was replenished, Saitama took a piece of jade card, bit his finger, and used the finger as a pen and blood as ink.

Made in one stroke, but half a breath of effort.

Fu Cheng, there seems to be golden light flashing.

Sink Sink ...

The sound of Song Ziyi rushing to his throat was suppressed by him. He saw such an amulet for the first time. It turned out that a little aura of light was the amulet. The world's people like Fei Mo and Zhu were actually true. Master taught them to draw incense. , Recitation, quiet mouth and meditation, all processes need the most Chicheng heart.

In this way, not every run can be painted successfully, and their apprenticeships are successful once or twice.

Saitama buried the amulet painted with jade in the place where the box was just taken out.

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The prosperous imperial capital, thousands of miles away, is located on the highest floor of the magnificent building in the center of the imperial capital, with bright floor-to-ceiling windows, brilliant windows, huge space, and office breaks.

The old man sitting cross-legged slowly opened his eyes and sneered, "Someone dared to break my formation without their own power."

The young man sitting behind the desk got up and walked towards the old man. He was long, handsome, with narrow eyes and long eyebrows, with hairs hanging from his forehead, slightly feminine, wearing a black suit with a fixed height, and came to the old man. Slightly leaned down, "Master, can you send someone to see?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "No, I don't believe that in this world, there are still seven people and me who have been trained as equivalent warlocks to break the seven evil spirit array, but there is a burst of eyes that is broken and forcibly broken. If the rest cannot be solved, The front line is only for death. Besides, the old method of fighting with Guiyuanmen was damaged in the last few days, and it was not easy to move around. "

The young man whispered softly, "Master, could that dragon and phoenix be gone?"

The old man hummed: "It's been more than half a month, and the old lady's soul has been refined naturally."

The young man whispered: "This is all right, if the Dragon family knows the clues, it will be turned upside down."

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Saitama handled the first array of eyes, then went to Tianxuan array, and processed the second one in the same way. Forcibly opened the array with aura, took out the wooden box, took jade as a carrier, and used blood as ink to draw a good charm. I buried my eyes and drank water to continue to the next one.

It takes at least two hours to process a burst of eyes.

It soon darkened, and Yan Mingkun and Yang Fuguo, who were outside the construction site, looked pale and pale. They didn't dare to go up the mountain to find someone. It was purely a life-threatening problem, and they had to wait.

Yang Fuguo glanced at Yan Mingkun, wiped the sweat on his forehead and sympathized, "You are really miserable." They had investigated this kind of thing long ago. Yan Mingkun is an honest businessman, never Evil and did not offend anyone. As for why he chose to play on his construction site, it is not known at all, it may be unlucky, or someone may not get used to him, but according to him, even if someone really sees it You are not used to Yan Mingkun, and it is impossible for you to make such a big movement.

Yan Mingkun smiled bitterly: "No." Even if Master Yi can solve the problem of the construction site, the subsequent villa area is built, and whether anyone buys it is a problem. The losses were also considerable.

His sad hair was almost gone.

Yang Fuguo was still sweating, "What do you say about the two masters? It's all dark, nothing will happen." If even a warlock like Mr. Song can't solve it, he is worried that this time things will be a little serious.

Yan Mingkun looked at the construction site and gritted his teeth: "Wait." It's impossible to get help from the police with this kind of thing, it will only harm others.

This situation must not continue to wait. To report to the above, Yang Guofu immediately called the city. The urban leaders knew that they were powerless and could only continue to report. After reporting to the imperial capital, they got attention and planned to send someone to the town to see See, the leaders of Emperor Dudu who are in charge of these things are thinking that Song Ziyi is also an apprentice to Gui Yuanmen Tan Lao, so he must also inform him.

After hearing the incident, Tan Zhangmen called the apprentice and found that the signal was unavailable. Tan was worried that the apprentice had an accident and immediately wanted to book a flight ticket.

Still the big disciple Li Zhou stopped by the door, "Master, you have to fight with that old weird, repaired to be damaged, it is best to stay in the emperor to heal well, I personally went to see the situation of Zi Zi."

Tan is about 60 or 70 years old. His hair is slightly white, wrinkles are much less than his peers, his face is rosy, but his lips are blue.

He had no children in his life, and the three self-disciplined disciples were all orphans picked up.

Hearing the words of the great disciple Li Zhou, Tan Lao did not insist, and instructed: "Bring two more magic weapons, Zi Xun's heart is simple and impulsive, and the situation there is not clear. I was afraid he would rush in directly."

Li Zhou nodded, and Lao Tan said again, "The special department said that two people would follow along, and you will meet at the airport later."

Li Zhou knew that it was either special forces or special forces that followed.

This kind of thing, ordinary people can not get involved.

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The second floor of the villa area in Zhonghaiting District of the Imperial Capital.

Qin Yusui came out of the bathroom naked. He had an inch-shaped head, a tall body, a bee-arm waist, many old scars on his chest and back, and a gunshot wound on his chest that had not yet healed. He walked to the living room. Water drops dropped on the floor. He picked up the trousers on the sofa, walked to the round table, picked up the sealed information bag, and tore it off, revealing the information inside. On the top was a photo of a girl, a normal t-shirt and Jeans with a bright smile.

He stared at the girl for two seconds, put down the photo, and revealed the name of the information column: Saitama.

He is a senior student at Didu Communication University and lives in Qinghe Village, Hexian Town, Changshui City.

Qin Yusui remembered what happened in the club more than a month ago.

That was the return of the mission. A friend called him to go to the Downton Club for a drink. During that time, blood suddenly surged, and something was about to get out of control. This was the situation he had only in recent years. When they come by, they are usually surrounded by storms. One of them was that he was seriously injured when he was on a mission. His teammates stopped him and injured several people.

After returning to China, he went to the hospital for examination, and he was fine.

At the Downton Club, he was afraid of losing control and hurting himself. He went upstairs and opened a room. As soon as he entered, a soft body was pushed forward and fell on him.

The soft body was as hot as lava, and tiptoed around his neck.

Because of his career, he has experienced a lot of training, including this situation, and even being prescribed medicine, he can also remain unmoved and unemotional.

He thought he could push people out this time, but she was very soft and smelled good. It wasn't the smell of perfume, it was more of an ethereal nature.

Her softness was against him, her lips stuck to his lips.

The irritable and uncontrollable emotion seemed to be smoothed out, but other things were out of control. He pressed the person under him.

Overnight.

The next day he was on a mission trip. He left a phone call and handwriting to show his attitude.

He also asked a friend to check her information, and it was more than a month after he returned. He didn't know her name until then.

Saitama.