Kowloon pull coffin

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Such a broken army cannot be a god, once it appears in the battle of the army, it can only be described as invincible.

It's a pity that because of the strong evil spirit, the Pojun Guardian Tianzun can only appear on the battlefield, otherwise, no matter where she appears, she will become a party to death, and those who come into contact with her, unless they belong to the same camp, will inevitably be affected by her evil spirit. hurt.

Hearing her explanation, I instantly felt relieved.

If Bai Shengxue was a disciple of the demonic way, she definitely didn't have to worry about being hurt by the guardian of the army, and she was determined not to be a disciple of the demonic way.Demon disciples are affectionate and righteous, but Bai Shengxue can't be emotional all his life.

Bai Shengxue left silently, and I stood quietly beside Yuhua, waiting for the appearance of Pojun Protector Tianzun.

As Yanhua slowly looked at the court, the temperature in the bamboo house dropped significantly, and then a killing intent began to emerge.

The killing intent was born, the ice was piercing to the bone, and a layer of frost and snow formed on the sword of thousands of proverbs at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bamboo house creaked, the incense burnt could not tolerate the cold, and it was dimly extinguished.

The drop in temperature is accompanied by the birth of my heart's blood.

Disciple of the Demon Dao, eternally popular, after 3000 years, I never thought that one day I would be able to see the Pojun Dharma Protector Tianzun with my own eyes.

All of a sudden, a red shadow flew out from the Shenting Cave of Yuhua, turned into a mass of red mist, and gradually condensed into a human form in front of Yuhua, facing the shrine and facing away from us.

I wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yanhua with divine thoughts.

"Don't disturb her."

"Ah."

As soon as Pojun Guardian Tianzun came out, his eyes were locked on the portrait.

I stood side by side with her behind her, silently waiting for the final answer.

Yuhua's hands were trembling slightly, and so were I.

Pojun and Daozu reflect me and Yuhua.It's just that we are much luckier than their ending.

The red clothes broke the army, and the body stood upright, like a sculpture.

The god in the portrait still had a smile between his brows and a bit of indifference in his eyes, as if he would never change.

Time is passing, the broken army does not move, and the face in the portrait does not change.

On the contrary, Yuhua and I became more and more nervous, and our hands became tighter and tighter.

Finally, Po Jun moved and took a step forward towards the shrine.

How rich is the evil spirit of Pojun, the original bamboo house could not withstand the devastation of the evil spirit, and with this step of her, the bamboo house burst instantly and turned into ruins.

The shrine can't withstand the change of the aura, and it is crumbling.

There are cracks all over the portrait, which seems to be in danger of breaking at any time.

Bai Shengxue let out an exclamation, showing a heartbroken expression.

The shrine collapsed, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the portrait lost its support and floated in the air. It was torn to pieces by the evil spirit and turned into powder, which was splashed from the sky.

He and I looked at each other, each unable to hide our disappointed expressions.

The shattering of the portrait is enough to prove that the person in the painting is not the Taoist ancestor, but if there is any involvement, it will not be broken by the evil spirit of Pojun.

Po Jun turned around slowly, only then did I see that she was already in tears.

There is nothing greater to be sad than to die, even though it has been disheartened for 3000 years, and the scars are uncovered again, it still hurts deeply.

"It's not him after all..." Pojun Protector Tianzun murmured.

Yan Hua and I looked at each other speechlessly, and couldn't even say a word of comfort.

The portrait turned into dust and fell in the air. What was broken was the portrait, but it was more like breaking the heart of the army protector Tianzun.

Turning to look at Bai Shengxue, only to find that she also looked heartbroken.

Po Jun walked up to her in a few steps, and asked coldly, "Why are you sad?"

"You ruined my thoughts for thousands of years, yet you come to ask me why I'm sad?" Bai Shengxue said through gritted teeth, resisting the piercing pain of evil spirit.

This answer made Po Jun a little embarrassed.

Because we bet that the portrait is the Taoist ancestor, and now we have obviously lost the bet, then this portrait only has karma with Bai Shengxue, and if the portrait is destroyed, we owe her.

"What's his name in the world?" Bai Shengxue broke the awkward atmosphere and asked.

"Thank you Moling."

Following the utterance of these three words from the mouth of Tianzun, the protector of the Pojun, a mysterious change suddenly occurred between the heaven and the earth...

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When Pojun Protector Tianzun read the words Xie Moling, a gentle wind blew between heaven and earth.

The wind blew through the vegetation, the lake, the valley, the mountains, wrinkled the water, and blown into the forest.

The mountains echoed, the valleys echoed, the flowers and plants swayed, and the forest whispered.

In the strange world of demon stars, with the help of wind chanting, he recited the name of Taoist ancestor.

"Moling, Moling..."

I have seen such a situation once before. When I revealed the life experience of the Taoist ancestor in Jiuyi Mountain, I heard whispers from the forest plants, from the human world to the underworld, the heavenly court, and even the void of the outer universe, all the places where the Taoist ancestor left traces , there are voices calling, calling for the return of the former strong.

Now that the sound is heard again, I am extremely excited.

The most exciting thing is Pojun, Moling is the love of her life. After 3000 years of loneliness and despair, she can still hear someone calling her lover's name, so why doesn't she get very excited.

The sound is hidden in the wind, and when the wind passes without a trace, the sound will disappear with the wind.

However, when the wind blows up the dust of the portraits scattered on the ground, the dust gathers in the wind and gradually forms a phantom of a man.

The face is blurry and unclear, but it is undoubtedly the person in the painting.

"Is it you?" Pojun Protector Tianzun asked emotionally looking at the blurred shadow.

The phantom was suspended in the air, facing Pojun Dharma Protector Tianzun, and seemed to be staring at her.

"is it you?"

Po Jun asked another question, but the phantom still didn't answer, and floated towards Po Jun.