Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"Ann?" Mr. Cocker fell to the ground, unable to believe that the sarcastic woman holding a gun in front of him was his beloved wife, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Mrs. Cocker said with a smile, looking at him with sweet and lingering eyes as if in love, "Didn't you say that you would stay with me forever? Didn't you say that no matter where I go Will you always be by my side?"

The gun was aimed at Mr. Cocker's head, "I've been dead for almost a day, why don't you come to accompany me?"

Mottled blood stains appeared on her pretty face, and crimson blood dripped from her dress, dripping onto the ground, forming irregular circles.

"It was agreed that we will never be separated." Qingzi's face showed a twisted and stiff smile, and the broken throat vibrated intermittently, "Why haven't you come yet?"

"Ann!" Mr. Cocker pushed back with his hands supporting his body, unable to figure out what was going on. "Calm down."

"Do you still want to quibble?" Mrs. Cocker's eyes were misty, "Sure enough, men are just like Clara said, heartless and ungrateful."

The smile on her face disappeared, she raised the gun in her hand to aim, and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

"boom----"

Birds are flying around.

Wu Cong raised his eyes and glanced at the direction where the bird was startled, and he still walked forward without any hesitation. The further he moved forward, the slower he walked, and there was a strange fragrance in the air, calling People will fall into a beautiful dream without knowing it, and gradually become fascinated, unable to extricate themselves, and become the rations of demons in the dream.

approached.Wu Cong walked slower and more cautiously. He was not breathing or heartbeating. All the Qi mechanisms were locked in his body, no different from the vegetation in the forest or the stones on the ground.

Be cautious, be more cautious, the Green Bamboo Talisman Brush fell on the palm, I don't know if it was because his hand was too cold or the Talisman Brush was too hot, as if holding a ball of fire with his bare hands, burning all the way from his hands to his heart.

He has already set foot within the range of Huang Pizi's perception, and the sweet and disgusting smell lingering in the air has been revisited countless times in his dreams, blood, wailing, mess everywhere, all the past is like a revolving door in front of his eyes In a flash, the grass under his feet gradually thinned out, revealing the dark red soil with some ominous rust.

After crawling out of the tomb and looking for it for so many years, this is the closest he has been to Huang Pizi.

Of course, it is impossible for him to walk to the other party without the other party noticing. He calculated the distance of each step he took, and raised his hand a second before the other party noticed something was wrong. They came out together, passed through the forest in an instant, and before the dew that had been shaken from the branches and leaves fell to the ground, there were flames soaring into the sky, and thunder fell like rain.

Wu Cong has always been a smart person. He has learned the principle of not talking nonsense with some opponents many years ago. When the evil fire is not extinguished and the thunder is in full swing, he hangs his wrist and draws a pen to circulate spiritual power. The spiritual power in the pen is mixed with cinnabar like blood. Twisted into mysterious characters one by one, the smoke and dew are generally submerged in the soil and dissipated in the wind.

Then, an invisible barrier enveloped everything here, and the air suddenly froze like a solid, making it difficult to move an inch.

Wu Cong cut off the earth's veins here, blocked the flow of spiritual power here, and just sealed a cage from which the super-wings could not escape.

Through the firelight, Wu Cong saw the figure of Huang Pizi again. Amidst the gloomy fire and thunder, it propped up a protective shield like a tortoise shell. Weigou seemed to have a sneer in his ear.

In all fairness, the prototype of Huangpizi is not so ugly and ferocious, but rather cute, with a round face and big eyes, and some white hairs growing among the yellow fur—weasels grow a white hair every ten years, and every year Incrementally, when crossing the last hurdle and turning into a fairy, the yellow hair all over the body will be transformed into the color of frost and snow by thunder and fire.

It's a pity that the yellow-skinned child's body with the soft and downy fur of Huashuang Shengxue has long since been turned into dry bones under Wu Cong's most vicious curse.

What it is using now is probably the body of the same race it snatched from nowhere.

The Yin fire was gradually extinguished, but the sky was still covered with dark clouds, but the thunderstorms stopped, and the surrounding area was burned to the point that not a single blade of grass grew and potholes were everywhere, and sporadic flames and lightning could still be seen in the scorched soil, giving off a somewhat dangerous atmosphere. .

Huang Pizi rushed towards Wu Cong before the flames were extinguished, Luo Lei and his tail were raised and his eyes were flickering with a palpitating brilliance.

Wu Cong held his sleeves and raised his wrists, the spiritual power flowing under the green bamboo talisman distorted the space and disintegrated.

But only a few miles around is like this, the world seems to be divided into two parts, a mess within a few miles, still lush and green a few miles away, a sharp dividing line on the grass is eye-catching Incomparably, only half of the verdant vegetation is left like a picture in a weird fairy tale. Even the moonlight can't shine into this divided area. From the ground, to the ground, and to the sky, invisible walls block it. All circulation.

Outside the wall, the moonlight is like water and the breeze is coming. Inside the wall, thunder and fire are everywhere. The air is like a torn canvas with many small cracks. Straight after wave of invisible but terrifying energy overflows from the cracks, and is drawn to fight with the witch. Cong's strokes are connected, and strange runes are drawn between the sky and the earth.

A monster like Huang Pizi is most sensitive to the aura of heaven and earth. When Wu Cong started to write, he was frightened by the faintly leaked aura, and his hair exploded all over his body, knowing that today must be an endless situation.

But how can it die, how dare it die.

When the soul goes to the underworld, there is no freedom to speak of, like fish on the chopping board, it is slaughtered by others. For so many years, it has offended many characters to death in order to cultivate and ascend to immortality. By then, thousands of people under the eighteenth hell I am afraid that I will have to try all kinds of tortures one by one.

Not to mention anything else, just the one opposite it now, because he entered the underworld, he can't easily interfere in the affairs of the world, but he directly rejected the high-ranking official position that the underworld had prepared for him. I have tasted all kinds of pain and my soul is flying away.

Thinking of the situation he would fall into if he couldn't escape today, Huang Pizi became more determined in his heart. If he wanted to live, there would be hope if he lived. Cursed, dare to spend another thousand years to find a way out for himself.

As a result, the strong wind is stronger, and the sound of the wind is mixed with the sound of ghosts crying and howling, Huangpizi is the best at charming the mind, as long as Wu Cong loses his mind for a moment, it will find a chance to break through this damn barrier and go far Run away, even if you lose half your life for it

It landed opposite Wu Cong, with scorched scars everywhere on its fur, and a big mouthful of blood spewed out as soon as it landed, and Wu Cong was also injured inevitably, a strand of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, bright red like The flame fell to the ground and ignited a cluster of sparks in an instant.

On Wu Cong's body, only the blood from his heart is bright red and hot, and every drop gathers the only yang energy left in his body.

Strictly speaking, his injury may be even more serious.

But the talisman in his hand didn't stop, and the Qi machine still involved every crack in the space, overwhelmingly turning this area into a real prison, like a trap that is constantly shrinking and shrinking, letting the prey inside There is no escape.

What he wants is not the ending that the yellow-haired animal in front of him will go to the eighteenth floor of hell after death, and be reincarnated tens of thousands of years later.

Wu Cong used this spell to hoodwink the secrets of heaven, so that the prey trapped in it would not be involved in karma, no matter whether it was life or death, and would not enter reincarnation, and would stay at the same point in time forever. The prey can only be controlled by him forever, and he can't live or die. Even the Samsara Pool in Jiuyou Underworld and the Shizhao Mirror in Song Yu's hand can't find where it is.

Even the daily grind of the [-]th hell will not be able to wear away the deep-seated hatred caused by the wind, frost, rain and snow of thousands of years.

"Wu Cong!!!" Huang Pizi let out a shrill scream, desperately looking for a chance of life for himself, "Are you so worried about that human being?! That's a ghost!!"

The tigers in the deep mountains have been practiced for a long time, and they can drive the people they killed, and let the ghosts lure the living people to eat them for them. Those ghosts are called ghosts. The majesty and prestige drives the spells, either to seduce people's minds, or to frighten people's souls, to make people lose their souls so that the tiger will bite.

The ghost's ability is not earth-shattering but it is by no means insignificant. Many monks who have been cultivating for many years have stumbled in their hands, not to mention that the person next to Wu Cong is just an ordinary human being.

The wind brought the sound of tigers roaring in the distance, Wu Cong sighed softly, frowned slightly, and said in a calm tone: "It's just a lonely ghost who can't even enter reincarnation, if she really dies in her hands, Then just pretend I'm blind."

His eyes were extremely indifferent, without any extra emotion.

All he had in his eyes was the talisman that was about to take shape, and the yellow leather that was about to become his prey.

And only hate.

"What about that snake, the tiger went looking for her!" Huang Pizi's voice became sharper, "That's the dragon-species red python that has been with you for more than a thousand years, don't you care? !!!"

"You also know that she is a dragon-species red python." Wu Cong smiled and sighed, as if lamenting an unrepentant bad boy, "Then why do you think that a beast that has lost its own body can make hold her?"

In the mountains and forests, the sound of tigers roaring one after another, it seems that there are countless colorful tigers hidden in the forest.

"Heh." Wu Cong frowned and smiled lightly, twisting and lifting his wrist, seeing that the spell was about to be completely completed.

Huang Pizi stared at Wu Cong fiercely while trembling, his eyes were almost bleeding, he gritted his teeth and turned out his last hole card: "Wu Cong! Look who this is!!!"

Wu Cong raised his eyes, and saw a little girl standing in front of him, her eyes were soft and amiable, and she was wearing a peach blossom in her skirt and hair, her eyes were like spring water, revealing a very beautiful blue color.

"Ah Lang." She tilted her head and called softly, her voice sounded like an oriole coming out of the valley, Wu Nong's soft words revealed the misty rain in early spring and March in the south of the Yangtze River, and she smiled with crooked eyebrows and two sweet dimples on her cheeks, "You are angry Are you ready, Aaron?"

Those are Wu Cong's all-too-familiar facial features, all-too-familiar tone, and even, all-too-familiar soul.

"Green... Bamboo..." The ending talisman paused, and the surging spiritual energy stagnated for a moment.

Then, the sky and the earth hang upside down and the space shatters, and the backlashing spiritual power makes Wu Cong spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his skin is cracked inch by inch, staining his clothes red.

Huang Pizi saw the right moment and tried his best not to force his body to break free from this cage. The soulless body fell heavily on the ground, and was burned to ashes by the yin fire bursting out of the ground in the blink of an eye.

But Wu Cong didn't have time to take care of these anymore, he just stared blankly at the phantom of the girl who gradually disappeared in place, and repeated a sentence in his mind.

How dare it!

How dare it!

The red rope that had been tied around his wrist suddenly broke and fell to the ground.

After that, demons arose.

Thousands of miles in the red land.