Lingyu Mountain Lake, three patrols after wine.

Hua, the eight from the bureau entered the road, everything has not been finished, someone raised the palm apricot in his hand and shouted:

"Look at it, go to the pagoda!"

This suddenly caused another commotion.

Pour the pagoda, at this moment, everyone knows that it is the place where the demon ancestor is banned, and it is what to blame the Buddha for decades.

Suddenly, will it be related to the actions of Huahua and Eight Drag?

Many people go closer, but in the picture of the palm apricot, the ground collapsed at the center of the Cross Street corner, and Jin Guang sprayed out from it.

There is a magnificent eighteen -layer golden pagoda virtual shadow in the void. The bottom of the tower is on the top of the tower, the tower is on the top, sometimes solemn and majestic.

"This is the Cross Street Corner?"

"This is pouring a pagoda!"

Too many people have never entered the city of death, let alone the Cross Street corner of the center of the city. At this moment, it can be regarded as the light of the palm apricot, which can be remotely observed.

After the center of the Cross Street was trapped, it turned out a huge space vortex. At first glance, it seemed to take people to take it out of the air.

The surrounding area is full of people, and some creatures that seem to be inconvenient are not leaked.

One by one has a common characteristic, that is, the head of evil, the evil spirits, the evil spirits are not like a good thing.

"Yan Wang mask, orange robe ..."

"Everyone, look at it, that's the decline of heaven and man!"

The people in the east are diverted, and a slightly displayed figure came out of it.

The five declines in the five areas are also considered celebrities in the five areas. Half a year ago, the grandfather and the Emperor Cangsheng were fighting. He appeared on the front and questioned the Emperor Cangsheng. He also mentioned the Saint Emperor Beihuai.

There are not many warriors who are not afraid of death!

Behind the oranges, there is a shadow, tall, dark and white, and turns into the yin and yang vortex.

"God's pupil! It is the master of the grandfather, the tear family Yu Gu, tears!"

"They all go ... Is it on the corner of the cross street? I said that the grandfather would not stop in place, and it turned out that his people came out."

"From the east, is it a person from East Street?"

"Ten Gods are also God, Aunt Xiang, why didn't you see it? I want to see this pair, so curious! The preacher will broadcast the‘ Xiangxiang family couple ’...”

Under the imaginary pagoda, the north of the space vortex, after a while, came to another powerful person and horses. There were a lot of people.

Headed by an ordinary old man, followed by an old witch with the robe of the spiritual array, it looked very evil.

"People in North Street, I know this!"

"That's the newly appointed Guifen Emperor, as well as a character in his hands, Wu Si Niang."

"Don't look at these two looks like people, the means are extremely evil, cruel, I heard that dare to eat children."

"..."

"Look, people from South Street and West Street are here too!"

The dragons gathered together and the scenes of preaching on the cross street turned again and again. It could be said that everything that the spectators in the five regions wanted to see was broadcast.

The guys coming from the south were all lifeless.

The leader was covered in blood-stained white bandages and wrapped tightly, like a mummy.

There were nine people dressed similarly, and there were nine people behind him, arranged in a long snake formation, neatly arranged as if they were going to be reincarnated.

"At the end of South Street, there's a corpse stalker!"

"This is the old slumped corpse who was offered the highest black gold reward for three sticks of incense more than a hundred years ago."

"Yes, I also heard that the corpse stalker had taken off his bandages before, and his body was the body of an unknown half-saint. It seems that there was more than one?"

"The nine people in the back who are dressed the same way seem to be his incarnations... Hey, weren't there only six in the past?"

"Tsk, it sounds a bit scary. It can't be the corpses of the ten semi-saints, right? There are indeed evil people gathering at the crossroads corner!"

Coming from the south, it's actually just eerie, not scary.

When the picture was shown to the other side, to the west where the crowd dispersed like birds and beasts, everyone was startled.

There is only one person coming from the west...should it be a human? She is too huge!

She looked like a tree, about ten feet tall. She was obviously very skinny, with only two bulges on her breasts indicating her gender, but there were thousands of hands densely packed behind her.

The arms vary in length and shape, ranging from baby arms with supple skin to old lotus roots with rotten breath.

"Ouch! That's so disgusting!"

"People from the west? This is the Lord of West Street, Thousand Hands Tailor!"

"Damn, I just heard before that there really is a person with a thousand hands. This looks like a 'human hand crown'... ugh!"

The owner of West Street, Thousand Hands Tailor, holds a narrow silver embroidery needle in each hand and is busy behind his back.

Upon closer inspection, it turns out that they are using human skin threads to weave a strange reproduction process of alien beasts, which is even more disgusting.

The key point is that after she finished weaving the human skin picture, she didn't use it for herself. She threw it to the lucky spectators on the roadside. Once it was hit, the human skin was corroded into blood and water, and she couldn't even fart.

"What about God?"

Tailor Thousand Hands came closer and said, "I have waited so long for the excitement of the pagoda but didn't come to join in. Isn't it because I was squeezed dry by Aunt Xiang in bed?"

Her two big black bell-like eyes stared at the people on East Street, and her voice was surprisingly clear and sweet, very pleasant to the ear.

"The pagoda has been opened, and the 'key' has arrived..." The hoarse voice came from the corpse stalker on South Street, as if he hadn't spoken for a hundred years.

It was obvious that his face was wrapped tightly and covered with blood-colored bandages.

Everyone was stunned and could feel that following this sound, the eyes of the corpse stalker should have been fixed on Wei Xi'er:

"Everything is ready, all I need is God. He can calm down at this time."

Tailor Thousand Hands covered his mouth when he heard the sound, chuckled, and softened slightly, his body and language looking extremely shy:

"Maybe he is very hot now~"

The spectators in the five regions almost vomited out their food the night before.

Is the intersection so disgusting? Just these guys who appear on the street are difficult to deal with.

In comparison, Liu Guifen and Wu Siniang in North Street, Tianren Wusei and Lei Xier in East Street are too normal.

After all, at least he is a human being!

"Don't target my Xi'er."

"Damn it, Thousand-Handed Banshee, and that bandaged man, please retreat."

"Oh, you're worried about me. Lei Xi'er, hurry up and hide behind the Heavenly Man and Wu Shei. Leave it to the Orange Man to deal with him. He's not a human being."

Yan Zhi makes sense.

At this moment, the positions of the five regions were extremely unified.

There is not a single monster standing on the four streets of southeast, northwest and northwest. There is only one person named Wei Xier in the whole station. There is no reason.

It is true that the five degenerates of heaven and man can resist things. They took the lead and stood up:

"God also has some things to deal with. He said he will arrive in an hour."

"During this period, I am here to apologize to my comrades for all the loss of profits caused to you by waiting."

As he spoke, he bent down.

The picture flickered at the speed of light, and then another flower, completely blurred.

The palm-apricot preacher at the corner of the street was originally taking the picture facing the five deities of gods and humans, but suddenly it became a side view, and the distance was about a hundred feet away.

As the palm apricot moves away, the picture will naturally shrink.

Looking from afar, there was not a single figure within a hundred feet of the space vortex, and they all fled away.

Even Thousand Hands Tailor, who was still trying to figure out his posture just now, as well as the corpse stalker from the Southern Region and his nine incarnations, all flew high into the sky.

"Senior Tianren, don't try to harm us..."

Thousand Hands Tailor stood in the void, his face full of lingering fear.

Semi-saints cannot enter at the crossroads, but rules are dead and people are alive.

Serious semi-saints can't get in. There are always people who frequently do tricks, such as fake saints such as the five degenerates of heaven and humans who were consecrated with the Blood World Pearl.

False Saint, she is the Thousand Hands Tailor, and so is the Lord of South Street, the Corpse Haunter, but in different ways.

But they are both pseudo-sages, so their fighting prowess may be the same. In terms of the degree of weirdness and horror, no one in the audience thinks they can beat the five degenerates of heaven and humans.

Who dares to pay homage to the gods?

The five signs of decline come uninvited!

"Jiejiejie..."
To be continued...