damn!

When the Ming pattern entered the body, Qin Xiaochuan knew that the situation was not good.

He can't sit and watch the dark patterns enter his body.

He grabbed those dark patterns that were constantly twisting like poisonous snakes and pulled them violently.

But those dark patterns are very tricky. The thorns on the dark patterns quickly pierce Qin Xiaochuan's palm.

In a flash, Qin Xiaochuan's palm was a bloody blur.

HISHI, and a few sound, several dark lines pierced Qin Xiaochuan's palm.

He was yanked by the dark pattern, and the whole person was like a kite, dragged by force and thrown out.

Several violent impact sound, Qin Xiaochuan muffled sound landing.

Wherever we go, the ground is breaking.

Ming Wen wrapped around his wrist and pulled Qin Xiaochuan into a big font, hanging high in the air.

The dark lines are suddenly stretched and straight. Qin Xiaochuan only feels that his limbs are like being pulled by a carriage, which is extremely painful.

He was hung high in the air, not far away, Chen Mu carrying the coffin, a proud face, looking at Qin Xiaochuan.

Chen Mu laughed.

"Qin Xiaochuan, you are not very good, how, in front of my dark pattern, it is just so!"

"That sarcophagus..."

Qin Xiaochuan opened his mouth, only heard a hiss, a thumb thick dark lines, all of a sudden pierced his chest, his heart, was blasted.

"You're not dead yet. It seems that you are much stronger than I thought."

Chen Mu walked to Qin Xiaochuan and stepped on Qin Xiaochuan's heart.

Qin Xiaochuan snorted, blood spilled all over the ground.

"You are not a human. With your strong body, the coffin should like it very much. "

Chen Mu bent over and patted Qin Xiaochuan's face.

He put down the coffin.

Ming Wen seems to have been ordered to drag Qin Xiaochuan to the Ming coffin.

"I don't know what kind of expression would those disciples of Gu Yuehai look like when they see their master's teachings devoured alive?"

Chen Mu looks vicious and looks at Qin Xiaochuan.

"Chen mu, you won't come to a good end."

Qin Xiaochuan is dragged by Mingwen and can't get rid of it.

The coffin was very strange. It was like a hungry beast waiting for Qin Xiaochuan to throw himself into the net.

Every inch close to it, Qin Xiaochuan felt that he was a step closer to death.

But he couldn't get rid of those dark lines, these ghost things, and they entangled his wrists and ankles.

"Qin Zhangjiao, I don't know if I will come to a good end. But you will not end well. Those disciples of Gu Yuehai must have been in a hurry. I will let them see with their own eyes the tragic end of their teaching. "

Chen Mu laughs a way.

Chen Mu walks to the exit of Qimen dunjia.

Earlier, Qin Xiaochuan and Chen Mu both left a signal arrow outside the ancient temple. When the time came, the signal arrow would be launched.

At this time, the disciples of the two major schools should have arrived.

Chen Mu plans, in front of all people, let the Ming coffin devour Qin Xiaochuan.

In this way, no one in the human world dares to disobey Xianxie and him.

Chen Mu's back gradually walked away, until disappeared.

Qin Xiaochuan is dragged by the Ming pattern, all the way to the Ming coffin.

The coffin of the underworld was open, and the smell of blood came out from the coffin.

Rao is like Qin Xiaochuan, who has experienced the bloodbath, but also feels suffocated.

"Am I going to die here like this, elder elder? I have failed you in the end."

Blood was pouring out of the wound.

Vitality is also in a little loss, Qin Xiaochuan feel, he can not hold on for long.

He closed his eyes, the last moment of his life.

He had a thousand thoughts.

In his mind, what flashed was the scene of his childhood. Qin Xiaochuan was surprised to find that his memory of Tianmo court was already vague.

His memory, I do not know when has been lonely moon sea, and The night Ling light was occupied.

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He's dead.

"Well, if I'm dead, I don't need to shoulder the mission of Tianmo court any more. I'll come to you."

Qin Xiaochuan chuckles.

At this moment, in the face of death, there is no reluctance, no resentment, some are actually relieved.

The identity of the strange devil gives him strong strength, identity and status, which can be taken away too much.

The coffin is just around the corner.

"Qin Xiaochuan, count the last time, you owe me two lives."

With a bit of banter in the ear.

At the next moment, Qin Xiaochuan's sense of bondage on his wrists and ankles disappeared.

Qin Xiaochuan was shocked and opened his eyes, but his eyes were full of ridicule.The purpose is a waxy yellow face.

"Ye Lingyue!"

Qin Xiaochuan was shocked.

He looked at his wrists and wrists, those difficult dark lines, miraculously disappeared.

How could that be possible?

Qin Xiaochuan was shocked.

"Can you still stand up?"

Ye Lingyue looks at Qin Xiaochuan. It seems that the time she arrived is just right. A moment later, Qin Xiaochuan will become the food of the Ming coffin.

At a glance, Qin Xiaochuan was seriously injured.

There was a hole about the size of a fist in his heart, which made the county bloody, but even such a wound was not enough to kill him.

Qin Xiaochuan raised a breath and quickly closed several important acupoints in his heart. The blood coagulated rapidly and his face recovered.

It is worthy of being the body of a strange devil, but it is still early to kill the powerful.

Ye Lingyue saw, but also from the dark praise.

She had received news from Xuechi earlier, and confirmed that Qin Xiaochuan was one of the hall leaders of Tianmo palace.

It seems that the magic body of Tianmo court is not inferior to that of the emperor and devil family.

"Why are you here?"

Qin Xiaochuan was following ye Lingyue to leave last night. He lost him on the way.

This forbidden entrance is very hidden, Chen Mu just left, ye Lingyue came.

Neither of them was aware of how she appeared.

Ye Lingyue has not yet explained, behind him, a sharp whistling sound.

The ground vibrates unceasingly. Ye Lingyue and Qin Xiaochuan look back and see the coffin not far away. They are manic.

Ye Lingyue has just entered the ruins of the ancient temple with the star awn necklace, and saw Qin Xiaochuan almost swallowed by the Ming coffin.

Although Qin Xiaochuan is a strange demon, ye Lingyue can't sit and watch him devoured by the underworld coffin.

She did it without saying a word.

God consciousness move, ye Lingyue put those dark patterns away.

As soon as the breath of strangers approached, Chen Mu's coffin was felt.

Count the last time, this is the second time ye Lingyue blocked it.

And without exception, they all absorbed the patterns hatched from the coffin.

The ghost coffin was very angry. In addition, ye Lingyue's body had an obvious smell of Xuanyin's daughter. The coffin could not bear it, and regardless of the host Chen Mu's absence, it took action without authorization.

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