At the moment, Yoga Xuan’s magic statue has instantly grinned, and a pair of talons have been locked. Luo Yu’s head and long hair are wrapped like white snakes, and his limbs are only bound and can’t move!
The ghost in that cracked mouth has roared and just like a glimpse of the prey and beast, it has jumped straight at Luo Yu’s seven orifices!
At the same time, Yoga Xuan Mo Zun laughed wildly. "Oh ~ Don’t resist. Let Zun take your flesh or eat, drink, and be merry …"
At the moment, Jia Xuan’s demon soul is constantly invading Luo Yu’s body from seven orifices and heading straight for Hailingtai, which is known by Yuan Shen’s soul.
And Luo Yu, who was attacked by an alien evil spirit, was struggling to control herself. It was hard to speak with her eyes wide open, let alone resist.
Obviously, this night Wei Ming’s body lingers on, and now Yoga Xuan’s magic statue wants to use the virgin’s body and blood to do a good job, so that the dead wood can reverse life and death in spring and thus enter the high realm of the shadow of the holy ghost in one fell swoop.
But now, Luo Yu suddenly broke in and ruined his good thing.
In this case, he didn’t take the flesh and then make love with the virgin, and he collected yin to replenish yang and accept holy blood.
Wouldn’t it be faster and more convenient to return the body and turn around?
And since Luo Yu showed his great strength, he decided that disillusionment can shape the illusion and confuse the other side so that he can respect the ride and not take it away at one stroke!
This move is exactly the same as that of Luo Yu when he entered this forbidden area.
It can be said that there is a way to return the favor.
At the moment, Luo Yu has stood in situ and looked up, trembling like epilepsy.
However, the number of demon souls has gone into the body, which is already a shell, and the body of Yoga Xuan has instantly fallen and completely turned into a cold mummy
At this moment, the two souls are one, like two mountains and two tigers, and they should see life and death.
In the end, it is still unclear whether the Tao is one foot high or the magic is one foot high.
……
God punishes the mainland desert to the south.
The vast stars and the raging waves on the seashore beat the rocks and white sand all over the ground.
A fat figure is sitting quietly on a reef near the sea, exposed to the wind and the stars, and stunned by the waves. It seems to be fiddling with something in his hand, as if he were meditating.
He’s so compassionate, he’s smiling, his face is shiny, his chest is bare, and he’s so casual …
Dressed in rags, it is covered with oil stains, and the broken fan with a fork is obliquely inserted in the back of the head, which looks neither fish nor fowl, much like an old monk who is greedy for wine and meat.
Obviously, this fat old son is the fat predecessor of the real master in Luoyu’s mouth.
Suddenly!
Just as Jia Xuan’s soul invaded Luo Yu’s body,
The fat old man suddenly opened his clear eyes, turned his head, shook his cheeks, and looked at the distant north with fat eyebrows.
After staring for a moment, he sighed, then looked at the vast empty stars and the sea as if it were a real master, saying, "Lord of the Three Realms; Can’t watch what the sink is; The true mind-watcher is free from one positive and one evil, and it is also positive and evil … It is good and good … "
And when he closed his eyes and hung his head, "Good is good."
Suddenly, a dirty and smelly whore has crossed a beautiful parabola and struck his bare head accurately!
Pa ~ master demeanor should swing