The bonfire was burning quietly in the fire pit. Bi Fang was sitting far away next to the temple door blocked by wooden sticks. The woman lay on the rope blocking the beam and saw only a dull back. In the empty and broken temple, only Wu Ming enjoyed the pile of churning and hot fire alone.

Go to Dali Temple in Luoyang?

Wu Ming is not that stupid.

Lying beside the fire pit, he was quietly fiddling with the miniature Flip Seal. Since the huge Buzhou Mountain can be curled into a square seal, why can't this square seal be curled into the small seal in his hand?

Wu Ming tried his best to recall the expressions of Douhua’s father and daughter at that time. Douhua must have no idea, so what about her father?

Perhaps the master told Douhua’s father everything before running away, and knew that he killed Huang Silang for Douhua… So, the plan of the Master and Douhua’s father must be the plan of the Master and Douhua’s father!

Damn, how can I use this Tiantian Seal?

Calm! Calm!

It seemed as if the master had a turn and the bronze lion was alive...

The dark pupils were like whirlpools that reached the deep pool, and were quickly closed under Wu Ming's mobilization. The sky-turning seal kept enlarging in front of his eyes, and a layer of rough particles gradually appeared on the smooth seal.

'I see!'

It’s like a micro-carving that can only be seen with a high-power magnifying glass, and it seems that the smooth flipping mark has another mystery!

The rough particles will be less separated by separation. These less removed particles gather on the entire mountain-shaped printing platform to form vertical and horizontal grooves, and the inscribed in the middle of the groove is the ancient Heluo Tu (Heluo Tu Luoshu)!

The trench that leads directly to Heluo is obviously for transporting something...

Thinking of the old man who once made a blood inscription for himself, Wu Ming immediately realized, could it be my blood?

In fact, the old man is completely useless. Wu Ming has read such a bloody joke like Wu Ming in his previous life.

Even biting his fingers was spared. Wu Ming pressed his chest and the blood in the gauze dyed the printing table red.

Blood quickly penetrated into the gaps between the particles and flowed into the trenches, as if the open river canal was rushing towards the center.

Wu Ming thought he didn't know anything, but he didn't expect that the woman on the beam was staring at his glowing back neck coldly. It was where the old man had his blood inscription!

With his pupils shrinking to the extreme, Wu Ming was focusing on the rising blood pool.

The pictures and texts of Heluo are lit up one after another. When the blood pool rises to the same level as the ditches, the blood in the pool suddenly settles, revealing the dark bottom of the cave!

Kakkakkakka...

The sound of Jihuang turning sounded out of thin air in the temple, and in a blink of an eye the black hole expanded to the size of a copper coin hole!

‘Woooooooo... it's getting bigger!’ Perhaps the next second, the chest will be pierced by the female captain's sword. Wu Ming was inexplicably frightened and rushed to block it with his fingers. He didn't expect that the finger would penetrate the hole and actually penetrated from behind the seal body! The entire printing platform was like a ring tightly placed on the boy's index finger!

It was like a stone cliff carving, and the inscriptions flashed across the mountain. Bi Fang flew over, but was blocked by the woman who was descending down.

The seal platform has long been transformed into the Buzhou Mountain that stands tall in Wu Ming's eyes, and isn't the inscriptions shining all over the mountains just the wordless heavenly book?

Wu Ming looked up at the sky like an ant, but he could not remember any of the inscriptions all over the mountain!

‘Don’t flash so quickly, you will be dazzled!!’

The young man was extremely anxious, so he naturally saved this might be his only chance, so he had to seize it no matter what!

What to do! What to do!

‘Yellow paper!’ The old man left him a stack of yellow paper before leaving!

At that time, he looked carefully for a long time, and his nerves that had been expanded countless times by the five elements of true energy had long engraved it in his mind. With a thought, the mountain that flashed constantly sparsely lit up more than a dozen ancient inscriptions, just as painted on yellow paper!

In a blink of an eye, more than ten inscriptions broke free from the constraints of the cliff and floated around his fingers. Wu Ming hurriedly reached out to cover it, but the rune halo suddenly rushed into the bottom of the seal, and the divine light burst out!

Wu Ming covered his fingers tightly, but the printed inscription penetrated Yinghong's back and slapped the door directly!

Wu Ming's conditioned reflex flashed in a flash, barely avoiding the inscription's sneak attack.

How could such a big noise be covered? Wu Ming rolled in the place and hid in the corner, shouting the heroine to spare his life.

The young man who hadn't waited for a long time to penetrate his chest and his butt was facing the sky quietly raised his head, and saw two detectives from Brahmatian staring at the clay statue in the ruined temple, looking like he was facing a great enemy!

Crack!

A piece of mud that was unknown how many years ago fell off the center of the statue's eyebrows and fell off the throne along its mighty torso. Wu Ming looked upward and found that the blue inscription that was shooting from the eyebrow was engraved with the eyebrow!

"The inscription of Lingxi, wood overcomes soil, this clay-fetal god is about to survive!" A bright moon light splashed in the sky, and the woman drew her sword in her hand.

"Go!" Bi Fang shouted softly and sprinkled the talismans all over the sky. The floating talisman paper did not fall to the ground, but instead circled around and formed a screen.

"Fire Spinning Light!"

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

The talisman paper that trembled frequently one after another was blown up one after another, and fire ignited around the talisman master.

He saw these subtle changes in his eyes. The boy is now convinced that he is no longer an ordinary person!

It was time for a while to say that Bi Fang had just set up a fire talisman array, and the mud-fetal god was in the chest with a halberd!

"Broken!" The sword light burst out, and the wooden long halberd broke.

Bi Fang stepped back and pointed a little, and the fire talisman was in the middle of the shaft. The fire snake flew away, and in a blink of an eye, half of the rotten wood turned into ashes in the hands of the clay sculpture.

"Center!" The woman flew out, and the clay sculpture could not dodge, and half of her arm was cut off.

Bang! When Wu Ming, who was curled up in the corner, was completely lost. ‘Oh, it was really just a mud!’

The woman succeeded with her sword, Bi Fang's morale was greatly boosted, and her hands were sealed out, and she pushed forward suddenly! "The sea of ​​storms!"

The fire ball that was whistling around was as fast as a meteor, and it rushed straight to the clay sculpture.

Boom boom boom boom!

Like guns firing, fireballs exploded one after another on the clay sculpture. The soil and gravel jumped around, and the poor clay statue was immediately beaten into a sieve, which was a terrible sight.

"Haha! But that's it." The woman smiled and turned her eyes to the trembling boy curled up in the corner of the wall. Wu Ming wanted to cry without tears. He probably couldn't escape this sword in his chest!

The clay sculpture collapsed in a bang, and Bi Fang then exhaled a breath of turbid air, just as he was about to dissipate the true energy, but unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred!

"Be careful!" Blood splattered at the bottom of his feet, and Bi Fang flew into the air.

The mud thorns that rose from the ground almost cost him his life!

"He is still alive!" The small temple spears were everywhere, and the two of them stepped on beams and pillars and flipped over and moved, struggling to avoid them.

"Ignorous younger generation, mortal fetus with naked eyes, have you ever seen the True Lord! I have been here for eight hundred years, and the years have flourished and changed. How could you, the mortal iron, be defeated by you?"

"Eight hundred years? It seems to be three hundred years older than the copper lion!" Wu Ming was so happy that he had escaped this piercing sword!!
Chapter completed!