Leaving barriers is extremely good at witchcraft.

He counted many things, but one thing was not counted.

He couldn't count, Wu Yanfu would die in the hands of his weakest apprentice, and even less, his beloved young master would one day walk into this mandala as the leader.

Looking at the figure of Che Yu stepped onto the bronze gate bridge of the mandala that was cast into a pair of giant hands, he pulled the iron lock in his hand, pulled the medicine man lying on his horse, and followed.

Bronze hands slowly unfolded, like Buddha crossing into the Elysium, but the stairs were covered with skulls, dense on both sides of the stairs, Bai Sensen, bright and miserable, like clusters of snow lotus, all of which are hand bones that stretch upward I can't hold my whole life mad and angry.

Bai Ye walked across the bridge countless times, but this is the first time in such an attitude.

Hundreds of people have waited on the altar, and the remaining five of the ten altar masters have arrived.

He walked in a hurry, arrogant and carefree, glanced over these hands, but still a little creepy.

Wu Yanfu had warned him that he had fear, hatred, and long-term attachment, and he would become a magic barrier. Once he had a magic barrier, he would be caught in the hands of these evil spirits and become one of them.

A gust of cold wind blew through, and Bai Yan fought a cold war, and suddenly felt that his clothes were tight, as if he had really been caught.

As soon as I looked back, I saw a strap behind him hooked to a hand. He was embarrassed by all the eyes, but the medicine man knelt down on the ground and untied the band with his mouth.

"Master, please be careful, troubles are involved." Yaoren raised his head, his eyes clear.

"I don't need you to remind me." Bai Ai hummed, didn't look at him any more, crossed the bridge, leaped to the high altar in the temple, passed through the blazing flames, and fell to the highest place unscathed Lotus throne. Since the first appearance of Wu Yanfu's dead body in the hall that day, he announced that he would succeed to the throne, and then defeated the two defenders, he sat in this position for the first time.

The five altar masters saw him passing through the flames of purgatory, and they all knew that Baizhang's exercises had already been completed, and they were no less inferior to Wu Yanfu, and they bowed down in unison, chanting praises in their mouths.

"Teach the gods and martial arts, swallow the sun and the moon!"

Bai Yan listened upset, waved his sleeves and knocked the wine bottle to the ground.

A loud bang rang through the hall, and the hymn stopped abruptly.

He leaned back and reclined on the throne.

"Let's get up. Don't come to this seat with this fool. You know what this seat called you to do?"

"I don't know his subordinates, but he also asked the Lord to make it clear." Two of them greeted the audience first.

One of them embraced the human bone pipa, the other held human bone crest, one man and one woman, their faces were almost the same, the appearance was enchanting, the mantle was cloaked, and the male and female were indistinguishable. It was Naro and Ganda, the masters of the club and dance club. It was Wu Yanfu's most powerful hawk claw. At the blink of an eye, he dedicated himself to the Protestant.

"Stupid, I can't even guess this." One of them stepped among them, kneeling under the puppet.

This man is a handsome boy, like a zhuzhu person, with a long braid wrapped around his neck. He came up and smiled at him, "Congratulations to the Lord for his mission. Presumably, the Lord Liuyutian has cultivated to a happy day, and has called us since. It is to choose the right "Ming Concubine" to break through the last level. "

"Yaksha ... you are horrified." Bai Yan recognized the man, his eyes cold.

Yasha is also an apprentice to Wu Yanfu, but he has already graduated and had an ambiguous relationship with him. When Wu Yanfu was alive, this person often secretly treated him badly, especially during the three years of Wu Yanfu's retreat. This person even worsened, and once caused him to fall into the ice cave, stunned for half a month, and almost died.

I wanted to find a reason to solve this person, who would have expected him to come to the door.

He sits cross-legged and smiles, "Do you have the right person?"

Yasha walked to the seat and bowed down: "If you can become the" Ming Concubine ", your subordinates will be blessed.

"Oh? Everyone else can't help it. You took the initiative to come to the door?" Bai Yan raised his eyebrows, pinched the young man's chin, and looked at those aqua-colored eyes, and sighed at him, "You are now The master of the altar, there is a lot of promise. Wouldn't it be a waste to use your hearth? "

"The subordinate is willing to bow for the leader, and then die." Yasha raised his head, put his hand around his ankle, and lowered his head to kiss the instep to show loyalty.

Bai Yan grasped his wrist, and when he lifted him, he detected the pulse. He felt hot like a charcoal fire, and his pulse was disordered. It was even more so than when he went into fire and went into magic, and his heart was clear. The "Black Water Scripture" in the ten-round scriptures of the Scriptures, if it is a double practice with this person, it is no wonder that he is not bitten by him. It is nothing more than blood relic, uneasy. Huh, is he silly when he's a kid?

Bow down? Don't be motivated.

Bai Peng did not say, but he was already intent on killing, and he cursed with one hand.

Speaking slowly, then, a black smoke was pouring from Yasha. He had been prepared for a bit of a rosette on his toes, and spread his arms backwards to avoid it.

When Yasha saw that he could not hit, he immediately revealed the fierce look. He turned his head, and the braid struck him like a poisonous python. It was a stance that would end up with him. When he saw barrier-free, he immediately shot to help, but Bai Zhi shot Such as electricity, one hand has caught the long braid, the other hand has five fingers into claws, and then strikes at Yasha Tianling cover.

Yasha screamed and fell to the ground with blood on his head and his skull was cracked.

There was an uproar under the altar, and everyone was shocked. It was self-evident that Yasha was already the master of the altar, but was defeated by Bai Yi. Bai Yi's skill was high after he swallowed blood.

Bai Yan sat back on the throne and lowered his eyelids: "This seat has just been out of the gate, and someone can't wait to try my skills. It's wonderful." He leaned down again, his bloodthirsty red lips slightly opened, like two pieces. Bo Jian, "Knowing that there is no chance of success, but you still have to find your own way, why are you doing this?"

Yasha was dying, his hands were raised, his long hair twisted and scattered, and he crawled toward him like a ghost: "Master ... Master, you killed Master, I want to ... revenge him!"

Bai Yan's pupils shrank slightly. He knew that the man was at the end of his crossbow, and he didn't be afraid to hide. He stood still, spit out the internal force, and the hair that spread to the rosette shrank like a fire.

With a blazing air stream, Yasha lifted his head, his face covered with blood, his eyes dripping with two lines of blood and tears, staring at him with tears.

"Master respects you so much, why do you want revenge? And I, even ask him to look at me ..."

"Pamper me?" Bai Yan was pierced by an invisible stab. It was not enough to kick Yasha with one foot, only to feel the shame and shame. His chest was bursting with blood and his eyes closed for luck.

The scenes of past memories are coming together, and they cannot be suppressed.

Wu Yan Fuyou raised her eyelids and looked at the boy in the seat.

Because of his small size, sitting on the lotus seat, his feet still ca n’t touch the ground, and he is exposed outside the hem. If he did n’t wear deerskin boots, he could see the scars left on the slender ankles due to wearing shackles for many years.

Kill him and become the leader of the gods, thinking that you can't be lawless, can you do it wantonly?

Very pale eyes narrowed narrowly.

Ha, shackles are gone, but the traces are still there.

All my life ... until I can't erase it. It's his baby, it's his baby forever.