Among the broken bricks and tiles, Mao Xiaoling, dressed in blue, stood quietly in front of a one-person-high stone tablet in front of Maojiazhuang's ancestral tomb. The stone tablet was obviously newly erected. The wide and neat stone tablet was engraved with the tomb of his beloved daughter Mao Xiaoling, and the father Mao Xiaofangli was inscribed below. Seeing the handwriting on the stone tablet seemed to be carved with fingers, Mao Xiaoling looked excited and gently stroked the font with his hand, murmured: "Father, is it you? Father, can you become..." Two lines of blood beads slid from Mao Xiaoling's eyes and fell to the ground. Mao Xiaoling here has recovered his human body, and no longer has the tall and ugly scary image of the drought-bahn.

At this time, a blood shadow flew past the sky, and then another one. The sky was like a plane, and blood shadows flew through the air. Mao Xiaoling counted and twelve blood shadows. With Mao Xiaoling's amazing eyesight now, he could clearly see what twelve things were flying by. After just one look, Mao Xiaoling was shocked and pulled out the demon-subduing sword passed down from his ancestors, and said in secret that he said, "No, this is the legendary Feitian Yasha, or the twelve Feitian blood corpses that have been refined by secret techniques. Oh my God, this is the secret technique of the Mao family. Could it be that these blood corpses are all refined by his father?"

The sound of pleasant flutes that seemed to be there and not be heard drove these flying blood corpses to a certain direction ahead. Mao Xiaoling destroyed the endless pure evil spirit in his body, and set up a black light to slowly approach the big city with the guidance of the flute. This is, this is Nanning City? Could these blood corpses be about to attack the city? Although Mao Xiaoling has turned into a zombie, he has become a drought among the zombies, but he has practiced with his father.

During his journey, the Mao family's ancestral teachings: slaughtering all directions, ghosts and monsters, Maoshan orthodox, killing ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. The mysterious warriors and fighting, arraying the rules, the opposite of good and evil, fighting for life. These sentences were taught by her father to recite the Maoshan ambitions that she had recited countless times, and were clearly engraved in her heart, and she dared not forget a trace of them. Although Mao Xiaoling has become a drought-bag that everyone is afraid of, deep in her heart, Mao Xiaoling still defines herself as an exorcist from the exorcist family.

Mao Xiaoling held the magic sword tightly in his hand, and felt a sense of fear and joy and surprise in his heart. The formation that cultivated the twelve flying blood corpses was recorded in the secret book of the Mao family. It was his father, and it must be his father. Apart from his father, Mao Xiaoling couldn't think of anyone else in this world who could inherit the Mao family's martial arts. With a contradictory mind, Mao Xiaoling broke a green bamboo growing on the side of the road. While looking at the green bamboo in his hand, he followed the twelve flying blood corpses and rushed towards Nanning City.

Let’s talk about Nanning City. Now most of the city has fallen into a sea of ​​fire. The red fire of hell is rolling up flames more than ten meters high, like a red ocean, burning everything in the city. Whether it is a living person or something, everything is burning. All the people who are not engulfed by the sea of ​​fire are desperately escaping to a place without flames in the south of the city. From time to time, old people and women with low cultivation are destroyed and trampled by the young and strong behind. Finally, they are covered in bruises and lying on the ground, watching themselves being engulfed by the flames coming from behind.

When the fat man rushed over Nanning City, he saw such a tragic image of the world. A tall and fierce-looking Hanba stood in the air, coldly spreading his arms. As his arms moved, pieces of blood-colored flames emerged in the air, constantly rolling into Nanning City. Each tongue of flames took away no less than dozens of lives, and the people in the city made their last roar in the flames.

, dancing his arms wildly, unwilling to make the last struggling. Finally, it was slowly burned to ashes in the flames. Every second, dozens or hundreds of ghosts were added to the sky. The fat man's eyes were about to burst out. Endless anger rose in his eyes, and an uncontrollable fighting spirit rose from his heart. At that moment, there was only one letter in his heart: Kill it, kill this drought-bag that burned all the people in the city.

The fat man leaped into the air, stood in the air, shouting loudly: Fa Tianxiang Earth. The fat man's figure suddenly rose, his body rose sharply when the wind blew, and quickly turned into a giant more than three feet tall. He waved the big sword in his hand, and the sword craftsman's first sword lifted the long angel, and the sword emitted a dazzling sword light, and his momentum forced people to slash towards the drought. Because of the improvement of his cultivation, the fat man with his cultivation in the sword-casting stage had already practiced the magical power of Fa Tianxiang Earth to the second level. After the magical power was emitted, his figure went from ten feet tall.

Lower, it shrank to more than three feet. Although the body became more than three times smaller, the attack and defense of this body increased by more than ten times. Not long ago, outside the town, the fat man was also very proud and did not use this magical power. He suffered a little loss in the hands of this dry bait and was almost burned into a roasted suckling pig by the dry bait. Now, the fat man dared not underestimate the enemy anymore. As soon as he came up, he used this magical power to increase attack defense. In conjunction with the unparalleled sword light, he slashed at the opponent.

Hanba didn't say anything, waved his arms and punched the fat man's big sword. This punch was carrying endless bloody fire and faced the big sword. The sword fists intersected, and a great force surged out from the two of them. The air around him burst out with bursts of air explosion. The broken buildings below were shattered by the force contained in the fist and sword, and a large hole of more than ten meters and two or three meters deep was blown out on the ground.

The fat man was stimulated by the force of fists and retreated more than 100 meters in the air, and then he stabilized his figure in the air. However, the other party, Hanba, just shook his body slightly and there was no feeling of discomfort anymore. Before the fat man could breathe, Hanba, screamed, his fists came out together, bringing out hundreds of fire tongues, turning into hundreds of fire swords and muskets in the air. The weapons that were illusory with flames were in front, and Hanba, his huge fist was behind, and he rushed towards the fat man.

The fat man was anxious and had to come out with both swords. Qingping's sword turned into a white tiger, and the Zhuxian sword turned into a blue dragon, one dragon and one tiger blocked the fat man's body. In the tiger's roar, the dragon and the tiger rushed together, and they rushed toward the fire blade and iron fist on the opposite side.

The fat man used his entire body to cultivate. After the two kinds of innate sword qi powers that had been blessed by the Dharma Heaven and Earth, he fully realized the power of the two innate sword qi. He burst out sharp sword lights between the teeth and claws of the dragon and tiger, and he took it at the opponent's attack.

With one move, the sword light was dissipated. The fat man raised his head and vomited blood. His body floated back like a kite with a broken string. He rolled back in the air for hundreds of meters and fell to the ground with a slanted sound. Two crisp sounds of calculating, two sword lights, one green and one yellow, flew back, standing hanging over the fat man, protecting the safety of the fat man.

Seeing that his move had not been successful, Hanba was furious and roared to the sky, and prepared to use another killer move. At this moment, a faint sound of flute sounds in the distance, one, two, three, and twelve blood-red red shadows flew from afar, launching a fierce attack on Hanba. The huge blood corpse, with about twenty meters of wings spread out behind him, and a pair of sharp claws with long blood light, took turns to attack Hanba in front of him. Hanba saw that the blood corpse that he had carefully sacrificed for many years had devoured his master today. He was furious and was about to take action, but suddenly his heart moved. No, the sound of the flute was wrong. This is the sound of the psychic corpse control flute that my Mao family secretly spread. In the world, only his daughter Mao Xiaoling can do. Could it be that his beloved daughter was not kidnapped, but could he escape by himself?

Thinking of this, the Hanba, who was transformed by Mao Xiaofang, was no longer intent to face the challenge. He shook a few flying blood corpses with his arms, and a flash of fire rose into the sky and rushed towards the place where the sound of the flute came from.

On the hill in the distance, Mao Xiaoling did not dare to pause and played the newly cut bamboo flute with all his strength, controlling the blood corpse to entangle his father who had transformed into a dry bait, and rescued the fat man from the crisis. With a crisp sound, the bamboo flute in Mao Xiaoling's hand cracked in two halves, and the sound of the flute could no longer be blown. Mao Xiaoling threw away the bamboo flute and looked at the place where the fat man fought. He just saw that the dry bait transformed into a row of fire, coming towards his own direction. Mao Xiaoling didn't know how to face his father, so he quickly moved his mind and a big hole was sunk under his body. Then Mao Xiaoling jumped down, and then closed the hole on his own, without any trace on the ground.

At the flash of fire, Mao Xiaofang's dry bars were transformed from the air. He looked at the bamboo flute broken in half on the ground. Mao Xiaofang reached out and grabbed it. The bamboo flute flew into his hand and stroked the broken bamboo flute in his hand. Mao Xiaofang murmured: "Xiaoling, Xiaoling, it must be you, it's not wrong, it must be you, but why did you stop you from killing this hateful fat man for your father? Well, for your sake, let this fat man go today. I believe that our father and daughter will meet soon." After saying that, Mao Xiaofang whistled, and a bamboo flute flashed in his hand. The long flute sounded. The twelve flying blood corpses flew back quickly with the sound of the drought bars towards the direction of the 100,000 mountains.

Mao Xiaoling, who was under the strata, saw his father flying away, quickly drove the soil layer back to the ground. He no longer cared about the girl's reserve, turned into a black light, and headed straight for the fat man. Not long after, he arrived at the fat man's side. Mao Xiaoling from afar shouted: "Brother Fat, Brother Fat, are you okay? How are you?"

The fat man opened his mouth and spitted black blood, climbed up from the ground in pain, with a wry smile on his face: "Xiao Ling, why are you here?" Looking at the survivors who fled in the distant south of the city, the fat man hurriedly said: "Xiao Ling, let's go quickly, this drought bar is very painful. We can't beat it at this moment, go quickly, otherwise we will not be able to escape after the drought bar comes back."

Speaking of this, the fat man hugged Mao Xiaoling roughly, barely used the power of his soul, and destroyed the sword and turned into a sword light, and flew away in the distance. He couldn't beat him or her, and the words he said were very reasonable. It was okay to beat him or her. If he couldn't beat him, he would still be stupid and desperate. No matter when, the most important thing was to protect his useful body.

The fat man endured the discomfort on his body and quickly moved forward with the sword for more than half an hour before pressing the sword light and landing on a small hill. The fat man who fell to the ground could no longer withstand the injuries on his body. He pointed to Xiaoling in his arms, and fainted on the spot without even having time to explain to Xiaoling.

Xiaoling hugged the fat man who was in a coma, and his heart was sweet and worried. He quickly put the fat man on the ground, carefully inserted his hand into the fat man's arms, and took out a small jade bottle from his arms. The jade bottle was engraved with the best Shengsheng Pills and a few traditional Chinese characters. Mao Xiaoling knew that this should be the reason why the fat man pointed at his arms, and this should be the healing pill.
Chapter completed!