[The last scene of the Tibetan Exploring Secret, Devil's Lake Forest!]

[Since the journey all the way, you have found that the last hawk flute is not track. He has something to do with the mysterious statue of Xiangxiong and the cruel killing sacrifice!]

[Legend has it that he will host the original obscure bloody sacrifice on the shores of Sedolin to wake up the legendary big devil. As a passenger with a strong sense of justice, you decided to mix in the sacrifice activities, collect enough evidence and give it to the police. Please be sure

Be careful of your own safety!]

The hostel's reminder sounds in a storm in the storm. When the prompt is over, the unknown eagle flute sounds clearer.

With thunderstorms, the sound of thunderstorms is even more magical.

Wei Yan can see a large number of horrible dark and dark magic echoing in the sky, leading to the magic atmosphere in the rainy pillar.

The magic of the magic was thousands of times, and Rao Wei Wei only looked at it, and his scalp was numb, and the back hair was fried.

And there is a slightly lighter color of the color, which is condensed into a front line. With the sound of the eagle flute, it was swept behind Wei Yan and the missed Lama.

"Magic Lake drooping."

Missing Lama stared at the magic of the lake, solemn and dignified, and constantly chanting the eight characters of the benzbnism. The solemn Fatuang of his body became more and more prosperous.

Then, then

"No."

Wei Yan held the wrong lama's hand, and when he heard the sound of the eagle flute, he recovered the human figure and quickly dressed. He glanced at the white wolf king who looked up at him.

A few black shadows he came, he shook his head in the wrong lama, and took out the diamond -transmitted Lama body.

The error lama glanced at Wei Yan, the two of them had their eyes, the lama hesitated, and according to Wei Yan, the soul drilled into the body. Only this body can carry Lama's full of mana soul.

It is strange to say that human souls are regarded as non -life forms, but the body with vitality but no soul is considered a life body. The judgment of the hostel has its own standards. Fortunately

Corpse, count in the category of life without life.

Wei Yan's eyes quickly put the Guxin people Pipa, the magic pestle and the lama body, and put on Ding Yi's dark green cloak, put on a hood to cover the expression, and the magic worms such as blood ladybugs quietly dug the soil and dug over.

, Hidden to Wei Yan's cloak

However, the five or six seconds of kung fu, the sound of crackling of water came from behind, accompanied by Tibetan language that was vigilant and hostile, at least five or six people listened to this voice.

"Who are you?!"

"roar--"

The White Wolf King roared lowly, fierce, scared the other party's voice. Wei Yan keenly hearing the "click" sound of the insurance bolt, these people had guns in their hands!

"presumptuous!"

Wei Yan made his voice dumb and low, and he turned sharply. The golden -winged Pengbird pattern on his chest flashed the golden light. The dark green hood covered his face and only revealed the pale chin.

Lift slightly, showing the sense of pride.

"Calling the blood of the great elephant, I am here to participate in the sacrifice."

"Come and participate in the sacrifice?"

This is five or six Tibetans wearing traditional Tibetan robes. Each of them are tall and martial arts. They hold weapons in their hands.

I got it.

They are not hidden in the deep mountain plateau -like survivors. They are in touch with outsiders, and even some people secretly transport them to them.

At a glance, Wei Yan got countless information, and after seeing the golden -winged Peng Bird pattern on the chest of Wei Yan's chest, the expression also relieved a lot, but he still stared at the White Wolf King with a gun alert.

What is it? What is Fa Guang just now?! "

It is not respect for the legendary deity white wolf king, but hostility.

"what is it?"

Wei Yan laughed, settled high, and used a kind of disdainful tone:

"Participate in the sacrifice, don't you need to bring a sacrifice?"

He looked down at the White Wolf King, and the white wolf king who was originally alert to the Tibetan people was sharp. Even in the darkness, the wolf eyes were still ice -blue. At a glance with Wei Yan, the White Wolf King stepped forward.

Its wolf ears stand upright, and the neck is thick and white hair.

As a whole task, Wei Yan can roughly understand the meaning of the White Wolf King. Obviously the power of the enemy and me seems to be very different, but the White Wolf King never retreats.

The one, and Wei Yan followed closely with it, and the enemy would kill. This is the instinct of the White Wolf King!

Kill? You don't have to.

Wei Yan secretly asked the fox cub to attach the body, consuming a lot of accumulated yang to improve in terms of strength. Then he squatted down when the White Wolf King had no defense, and grabbed the two hind legs of the White Wolf King in his right hand, his left hand, and his left hand.

Holding the two front legs, he worked hard, but he carried the White Wolf King like a pig!

White Wolf King: ??

The White Wolf King was instinctively struggling. Wei Yan had long been prepared. The gold mosquito mouth sandwiched between the finger seams directly absorbed it.

Decided, the white wolf king who was originally moved gradually calmed down.

It's too heavy, why is a wolf so heavy?

Wei Yan talked in his heart, but he stood straight on the surface, and pretended to be a relaxed attitude. He looked at those Tibetans, and saw these people stepped back for more than ten steps. The face was full of shock and nervousness.

People take a few steps back, as if he was afraid that he would throw the White Wolf King.

"This is the sacrifice I brought."

Wei Yan was rough and dissatisfied, two steps forward: "Don't take me over yet, don't delay time!"

The hostel attractions suggest that since the "mixed sacrifice" is said, it is either the sacrifice session is not tight, or these people are not all known to each other, but from different places in the Tibetan area. In order to rush to the sacrifice.

Wei Yan has the golden -winged Bird Bird's matlers and the blessing of the Xiongxiong kingdom. Of course, it is trying the latter. Of course, he can also kill the Tibetans in front of them and mix them with their clothes, but look at their dress and dress.

At most, the one who took the gun was a bit of a status. Wearing an iron badge, obviously it was only enough to patrol the periphery. It should be difficult to involve the core of the sacrifice.

Wei Yan doesn't look at it.

Seeking opportunities.

He succeeded, these Tibetans put away their weapons, apologized to him, separated from two people to embrace him, and walked in the direction of the eagle flute. Among them, the Tibetan who originally took the gun.

Zhawang.

Seeing the white wolf king was resisting the shoulders by Wei Yan, there was no fierce vitality. Then I took a closer look at the golden wing Bird pattern of the pure gold on the chest of Wei Yan's chest, and his "inadvertently 'revealing.

The gold chain that comes on the third floor, the Tibetan people are more respectful, knowing nothing in Wei Yan's temptation.

It turned out that their survivors were indeed all parts of the Tibetan areas, and they even sneaked in overseas. But only those like priests will bring sacrifices. The preciousness of the sacrifice will determine his position in the sacrifice.

The White Wolf King is absolutely enough to be a sacrifice, or even a gaming, even if it is now resistant to the shoulder by Wei Yan, the Tibetan does not dare to look at it. Wei Yan feels the cold and humid nose tip and touch him.

On the cheeks, the White Wolf King has a little aggressiveness and a little more lazy. Its body is very heavy and hot, and the heat can even go to Wei Yan's shoulders and neck through the cloak.

Wei Yan is like carrying a heavy giant heating stove, sweating a bit in the cold rain.

For the intimacy of the White Wolf King, Wei Yan did not move. The White Wolf King couldn't understand Wei Yan's words, and he did not have the consciousness as a "sacrifice" at all.

Lazy waist--

The back muscles of the White Wolf King's waist are developed, and even if a large amount of yang is still strong, it is still strong and strong.

Holding its calf with a warning, let the white wolf king grow old.

Wei Yan is actually not able to hold the legs of the White Wolf King completely. He is not small, but the white wolf king's calves are not thin, not to mention holding two front legs in one hand, two hind legs.

The pig is still exaggerated, but the White Wolf King has at least more than 70 pounds, and the thick hair soaked by the rain is even more heavier. Fox Fairy is not a creature with strength.

The power of turning is supported.

If the yang is not enough, it will be pumped directly from the White Wolf King. Wei Yan does not have any scruples. Unlike the carefulness of the Snow Leopard, I was afraid to draw it.

Licking Wei Yan's hand, and looking back, he wanted to lick Wei Yan's cheeks.

Wei Yan tilted his head and hired his hat in the middle of him and the White Wolf King.

He still uses that arrogant and low -dumb voice: "The priests are all there?"

"Yes, the twelve priests are all here."

Zhawang respectfully, and suddenly he frowned.

Wei Yan still walked forward with the White Wolf King, secretly preparing to do it. The Tibetan people must have thought about it. The twelve priests have arrived. How can he come out again?

Zhawang was tight, and what he said in a hurry in Tibetan, Wei Yan listened in his ears, surprised, pressed the thought of his hands. Sure enough, the man nodded away, and Zhawang turned around and still respect him.

But it's a bit more anxious.

"Dear priests, the worship must be mixed with the evil people who try to destroy the sacrifice, they must tell the prince as soon as possible!"

[The blessing of Xiangxiong Kingdom: In terms of the ruins of Xiangxiong, the things related to Xiangxiong survivors, you will get more luck]

Zhawang did not doubt Wei Yan, but doubted others. The prince. It seems that this sacrifice is the heir to the eagle flute? He wants to wash the blood on his body with the power of the demon?

Do you want to restore the Xiongxiong Kingdom?

For more than a thousand years of death for more than a thousand years, so many pairs of "Princes' Loyal Xiongxiong survivors, benzonian priests, and all rushed to participate in the ceremony? Look at this unknown blackstone altar, I'm afraid everything is everything

They are all ghosts of the big demon Chabala.
To be continued...