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Moreover, with Lin Que's water of life and happiness, there was no need to worry about exhaustion.

but.

Although the speed of their slaughter was very fast, the scale of those devils did not show any tendency to shrink.

Lin Que had an insight into the overall situation and could see the key point at a glance.

"Teacher, is there a way to close the gate of hell?"

Mr. Du looked at the door, and the devil was still pouring out continuously.

He didn't answer Lin Que's question, but raised his hand and took out another kit from his bosom.

Seeing this scene, Yang Dingfeng had a strange expression.

"Did you take out the kit again?"

"It's real, Doraemon is reincarnated!"

"Do you like dorayaki?"

Mr. Du ignored him and unbuttoned the bag.

raging!

The scorching breath spread over the face, and the flames reflected half of the sky red.

The Sanwei Zhenhuo, like an old tree taking root, soon spread to the entire battlefield.

Those demons are destroyed at the touch of a finger!

The dark sealed space instantly seemed like daylight!

Chapter 1827 The price is a bit high

With a big wave of Mr. Du's hand, the Sanwei Zhenhuo seemed to be integrated with him, and burned the devil according to his will.

The dark clouds in the sky, the ocean on the ground, and the evil breath in the sky.

All were swept away by this flame!

Yang Dingfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Damn it, I missed it."

"Isn't this Vulcan? What does Zhu Rong have to do with you?"

Not only him, but everyone else was also in shock.

"The space is burned!"

"Fuck..."

……

Kyoto.

Qin Qing walked on the street, her perfect face and hot figure attracted the attention of all passers-by.

She didn't care about these at all, and went straight to the south of Kyoto.

There are no high-rise buildings here, and the streets are narrow and sparsely populated.

It can be regarded as the 'slum area' of Kyoto.

Qin Qing's purpose was very clear, shuttling through the alleys exuding peculiar smells.

After twisting and turning, he came to a dilapidated small courtyard.

As soon as she stood still, she felt an opportunity lock her in.

When she found someone in the courtyard, she pushed the door open and entered.

On the bamboo chair under the old tree, there is a person lying.

A rope was tied to the tree, and at the other end of the rope was a black dog.

The black hair is shiny, and although the eyes are closed, you can still feel its handsomeness.

Qin Qing frowned.

"009?"

The person on the bamboo chair took down the cattail fan, revealing a young man's face.

With sword eyebrows and star eyes, high nose and thin lips, he is extremely handsome.

009 nodded.

"What's the matter? Another problem that can't be solved in Kyoto?"

Qin Qing didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Since you are a member of the Night Watch Division, why don't you live in the headquarters?"

"I've worked so hard to find you."

009's mouth slightly lifted.

"Too many rules and regulations, not for me."

The tone was flat, but Qin Qing could hear a kind of unruliness in his bones.

She shook her head.

This person is not simple, but this is not her concern.

"The teacher asked me to tell you, it's time to go home."

Hearing this sentence, 009 was immediately stunned.

"Mr. Du has already set off for Mount Tai?"

Qin Qing nodded, thinking for a while.

"It's been more than three days since I arrived at Mount Tai."

009 nodded expressionlessly.

"okay, I get it."

After finishing what Mr. Du explained, Qin Qing turned around and left without stopping.

009 stood up and stretched himself.

He came to the old tree and stroked the black dog's head.

"Humph."

"Western God Court?"

"Do you really think I have no one in Daxia?"

"Wang Wang!"

Feeling the master's anger, the black dog also let out a sharp cry.

Then, 009 and the black dog disappeared into the courtyard at the same time.

……

Beyond the sky, the land of exile.

Here is an endless plain.

The bloody moon is half hidden by the horizon.

The cold night wind blew across the plain, not knowing where it was going.

At the end of the plain, two figures stood under the moonlight.

One of them, holding a folding fan in his hand, is dressed in white and looks elegant.

It was Mr. Du's fourth disciple, Luo Shisan.

Opposite him stood a middle-aged man.

Dressed in a green robe, he has a rough appearance, and a broadsword wrapped in linen is on his back.

Looking at each other for a moment, Luo Shisan shook his folding fan lightly, and said.

"At this time, you should go home."

The man with the negative sword was expressionless, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Yes."

"If I don't go back, my Great Xia will be taken over by those western clowns as king."

"Big Xia has been silent for so long, it's time to use divine blood to frighten Xiao Xiao."

Feeling emotional, he changed the topic.

"What about you?"

"Aren't you coming back with me?"

Luo Shisan smiled and shook his head.

"The time has not come."

"I'm going to the Demon Race to find Chi You."

The man with the negative sword was slightly taken aback.

"Magic ancestor?"

"Ordinary people can't avoid it, what do you want him to do?"

Luo Shisan did not explain in detail, but said lightly.

"There are always some secrets from ancient times that someone wants to bring them to the surface."

The man with the sword was very puzzled.

"The wheel of the times is rolling forward, what's the point of pursuing those things?"

"What do you mean by them?"

Luo Shisan smiled and said nothing, and the man with the sword didn't ask any further questions.

"In that case, let's leave now."

"Take care of yourself."

"Take care of yourself."

After saying goodbye, the man with the sword flew up and disappeared under the blood moon.

Luo Shisan looked at the direction he was leaving, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

……

hell world.

Montenegro is continuous, with no vegetation and extremely desolate.

At the foot of the tallest of them stands a stone monument.

The stone tablet is full of honeycombs, which have long been weathered, and the words on it are also blurred.

Behind the stele, there used to be a rushing river.

But under the erosion of the years, it has already dried up, leaving only a slightly wet riverbed.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the stele.

The iconic pair of horns and eyes like copper bells prove his identity.

One of the ghosts in hell, the bull head.

Niutou looked at the Black Mountain standing in front of him, with nostalgia in his eyes.

Reminiscing for a moment, he climbed up the mountain.