But suddenly, an old man pulls Sheng and says that these people are ghosts. They lie to people like Sheng at night and then take them to their lair to eat the blood of the living.
Do you believe the old man’s words? The old man let the lanterns shine on this group of people. As expected, there was no shadow in the place where the lights passed. But the old man grabbed him and said that there was a way to give birth and went out.
Born naturally believed the old man’s words, just as they passed a fork in the road, the old man dragged him to take off and fled into the Woods, angry with the group of people in the house, crying and shouting at the old man for shame.
Finally, Sheng and the old man are out of danger. When Sheng was about to thank the old man, the old man showed his ferocious fangs and smiled at Sheng and said, "No one robbed me."
At first, the mask also listened to this story as a joke. After all, it can scare some children, but today, the mask is like the student in the story.
The skill has soared and escaped from Li Kun’s pursuit. All this made the mask relax its vigilance, and at this moment, Xuantie showed his fangs like the old man to eat the mask.
"No, I can’t do nothing. I still have Cang Xue to take care of her. She is so small and sensible that she must not fall into Li Kun’s hands." The thought of Cang Xue’s petite and lovely figure emerging in front of me is a driving force rising from the bottom of my heart. My mask can’t die like this. It’s too humbled to be planted in a piece of broken iron. I still have great hatred, the wicked have not been killed, and there are people waiting for me to take care of it. How can I die in a place like this?
People are always like this, no matter whether men, women, adults or children are high or low, they are most afraid of losing motivation and ideas. Nothing is more sad than dying. People with faith are the most terrible, because with faith, people can always create miracles.
Try to keep yourself awake, pretend to know that you must not lose consciousness at this time, and then everything will be over. With the mask, it seems that the pain has eased a lot, but with it, it is more painful, just like a tyrant himself. The more his subjects resist repression, the more intense it becomes.
"If you can’t go like this, you will die." Calm down. You must calm down. Come to this world without a solution. There is absolutely no puzzle.
This is what master said. What if you pretend to admit that it makes sense? Where are the keys?
"Damn it, how does this thing work?" The mask tries to analyze this piece of black iron by himself, but he is limited in age and shallow in knowledge. How can he know how such a magical thing is transported? The thick pieces in his mind are engraved in his heart, as if laughing at him, but will the mask give up?
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through my mask. Why didn’t I think of such a profound thing earlier? How could I understand its principle for a moment and just let it go?
How to make it lose? Although this dark iron is wonderful, it is a dead thing after all. This thing is tightly attached to its own hands to speed up the operation of the spiritual force, and the pain will deepen. This means that it is operating on its own spiritual force. Since it is like this, it is enough to cut off its power.
Thinking of this mask, the psychic force in the cruel meridians changes the running route and goes backwards.
You know, the most important thing for a monk is that the depth of spiritual power largely determines the strength of the monk, whether it is a sword master or a spiritual cultivation in troubled times. Spiritual power is always rooted in the same level of competition, and the difference in weapons, magic weapons and achievement methods is the root of winning or losing. Many experts put exercising spiritual power in the first place.
Masks are no exception. From childhood to adulthood, he hides his strength, and at the same time, he is honing his spiritual strength. It takes a lot of control and endurance to condense the spiritual strength in the major acupoints of meridians without gathering and spreading. After all, no one will feel better when he grows up slowly. Of course, the advantage of doing so is that the spiritual strength is much higher than that of ordinary people. This is also why the mask is so powerful. Talent determines the strength or the degree of hard work when practicing.
However, nowadays, this profound spiritual force has become a burden to the mask, and it is a constant source of power, and the pain that the mask takes to reverse these spiritual forces is unimaginable to ordinary people.
"Give me a break". With the masked body suddenly and violently drinking, a white light flashed across the body, and the spiritual force was finally cut off. The whole right hand could not feel the spiritual force, while the black iron became dim again.
"Hoo!" Sitting on the ground with a mask and breathing heavily, there is a feeling that it is much more difficult for the world to escape from Li Kun, and it is really a test of life and death.
However, I haven’t waited for the mask to slow down, and suddenly my head is shocked. The mask actually wants to input spiritual power into the hand.
"What’s going on?" The mask hurriedly wants to take back the psychic force, but the body can’t help but transport it. At this moment, the mask is like two people are fighting each other in a tug of war, just like the left hand and the right hand are fighting. If it is normal, the left hand and the right hand are naturally tied, but now there is a wonderful black iron in the right hand, just like the last straw that crushed the camel. The balance of victory is tilted towards the black iron.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,no. He knows that spiritual power must never enter the dark iron, so he will die.
Maybe I will become a homicidal maniac, and maybe how can I allow this to happen?
The trance mask seems to be back to loving my father and loving my children, but all this is gone forever, and I won’t lose.
This belief has become more and more firm in the mask psychology.
"I really look down on you want to compare with you is also an outstanding person a long time ago! How can you win without paying a little price? "
As if talking to himself, there seems to be a statement about the mask. Quietly, he said to the darksteel.
A bright smile reveals a happy figure on his mask face, but his eyes are cold and firm.
"That’s it. Give me a break."
As the mask roars, his body suddenly flashes with white light, and air billow spreads from his center to all directions.
Spiritual power is more pure than spiritual power.
The way to face the dark iron with a mask is to burn everything. Since you have spiritual power, since you can control my body and rob the spiritual power, then there is no spiritual power.
In the face of Nanchang Xuan Korozo Ronah finally chose to disperse his mental strength.
You know, doing this is tantamount to turning yourself into a cripple. After years of hard work, you will have to wait for perseverance and determination to do it.
Everyone knows the truth of a strong man’s broken wrist, but who can be so decisive when it comes to being there? How can you give up your life and interests easily until the last moment when you get something? Can you really see it so clearly?
Maybe no one will understand until that moment! Some people are willing to hold gold and sink to the bottom of the water, but they will not let go. Some people are willing to cut off their hands and feet and live.
Masks are the latter
"Sloppy" one mouthful blood spurts from the mask mouth, and everyone is too big, which not only makes the mask a cripple, but also makes him weaker than ordinary people.
However, the mask still chose to do this. If it is not done, his mask will not be a mask.
Nine, can carve my name
"Wow RanQiu this, here … is too high? Dizzy, dizzy dead blare ~ "
"Really! It’s not like you’re sitting and talking so much. Of course, if you’re tall, how can you call it a spaceship? "