Inscription of Different Cases

The moment the door suddenly opened, Han Lang still couldn't recover.

The clear moonlight poured down like a waterfall, so clean and smooth, like white suet jade.Han Lang stayed in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers for a long time. To him, the moonlight was like the sun at noon, which made him dizzy.The things in front of him were like a cloud of white mist, and he could only vaguely discern a few figures. Master Han stood in the center, and the disciples he brought with him rushed in, hurriedly pushing Han Lang who was still in a daze. .

"Are you still alive?" Master Han said mockingly, with a hint of anger, "You're lucky."

Han Lang shook his head, and the scene in front of him became a little clearer.He was pressed to his knees by two people, but he still raised his face to meet Master Han's sight.Although he fell into his hands repeatedly, Han Lang still didn't want to lose his momentum.Now he didn't even have to lose his temper, and just looked at him coldly and expressionlessly, as if he was the winner and Master Han was a prisoner in front of him.

"I'm lucky. It seems that God also thinks that I, Han Lang, shouldn't somehow become a scapegoat to accomplish other people's good deeds."

Master Han finally couldn't bear it any longer, he made seals with his hands, and shouted angrily: "Qinglian!"

That ghost floated out of the dark room. It's rare that it didn't have a fragmented appearance. It made up a human figure, but its eyes clearly showed disdain for Master Han: "Why, you can't even solve your grandson?"

Master Han gritted his teeth, being so provoked by Qinglian and Han Lang, he was obviously the master of the field, but he seemed to be at a disadvantage in an instant.He is vicious, but his words are not particularly slippery, he is especially impatient, he is tongue-tied for a long time, unable to utter a word, and at last he said angrily: "I have entrusted the person to you according to the agreement, why don't you do it! "

"It depends on whether the meal is ready or not," Qinglian said leisurely, he was really rude to Master Han, and now he still has the time to joke, "This dish doesn't suit my appetite, you ask the cook to change it. "

Han Lang also didn't understand why Qinglian helped him, so after carefully contacting what the other party said before, he had a vague guess: maybe Qinglian had colluded with Shen Minggui a long time ago, and wanted to bring Master Han down together?

Thinking of this, Han Lang secretly rejoiced that if this was the case, then his chances of winning would be [-]% higher.

Looking at the field again, Master Han was actually laughed angrily by Qinglian: "Don't put on a show, I see that you have served the Han family for so many years, and you dare to challenge me by saying a few polite words to you anyway. Don't forget, who among us is the master and who is the slave!"

After all, he made a decision out of thin air, Qinglian's whole body shook, and traces like iron ropes gradually appeared on his body, tightly entangled his body like a marionette.He is a ghost master, no matter how strong he is, he is also a slave who has signed a contract, and he is destined to be the leader of the Barren Mountain forever.

This time Qinglian stopped smiling, but her eyes were still disdainful, even with a look of contempt for all sentient beings: "I did have an appointment with you, but what you sent here is not of the blood of the Han family, so you are the one who broke the agreement, so I can't blame you!" I."

"No? Are you kidding me!"

Qinglian tilted her head, showing her white teeth, and smiled: "How long do you want to deceive yourself, can't you feel the evil spirit in this guy?"

Although the voice of this sentence is not high, it is like a Hong Zhong, making Master Han tremble all over.The crowd gathered in front of the darkroom fell silent for a moment. Master Han's whole body tensed up, his nose fluttered, and his lips were pursed into a line.It's not that he didn't notice it, he had noticed it a long time ago, but he didn't believe it, thinking it was because of the evil spirit of the white tiger.Now that Qinglian reminded him, he just came to his senses. It has been so long, there is no reason for Han Lang's aura to linger, let alone getting stronger and stronger!

He was like five thunderbolts, furious instantly, stepped forward and slapped Han Lang hard on the face.Han Lang's body was tilted by the strength of his huge hand, and a handprint appeared on his face in an instant, which was as red as if it was about to bleed.This time he also smiled, it was the kind of sneer that no matter what, he had already risked everything: "Why, it's a surprise?"

"you--"

Han Lang felt extremely happy in his heart: "I am the son of that falcon, the son of the falcon killed by you. I have no blood relationship with you, so don't expect to use me to make any deals, you Not worthy!"

Master Han's anger can almost materialize, turning into a roaring beast.He said "yes" three times in a row, and each one was more serious: "In this case, it is useless for me to save your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his big hand, and several talisman seals emerged out of thin air, instantly igniting a fierce fire.In such a short time, two skeletons that looked like ancient generals appeared next to him, with blue light shining from their black eye sockets, holding a sharp knife, and slashing Han Lang's neck!

If it was the previous Han Lang, he might have to react hastily in the face of this attack, and even if he could dodge, he would inevitably be injured.But today's Han Lang is different from the past, how to assimilate his own martial arts and demon power, how to deal with barren mountain spells, all of these have been perfectly trained by Shen Minggui.He gritted his teeth and forcefully shook the two disciples who were pressing him away.Feng Buyan was not by his side, but the black air in his hand was filled with a sharp sword blade out of thin air, and then he swung it out.He still uses the family-inherited swordsmanship, but with the protection of the demon power, the power is incomparable.The sharp piercing sound was like the hissing of a poisonous snake's letter. After the dazzling sword moves, the two skeleton generals in armor were chopped into several pieces in an instant as if they were made of paper.

Han Lang's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, he stood proudly, his eyes were as cold as a falcon.The black mist around him fluttered like a living thing, protecting him in the middle.This imposing manner is like that of a leader at a ceremony, calm and demeanor.However, there was a faint red light in the depths of his eyes, and an evil sense of oppression was intertwined with this Ling Ran's righteous look, creating a terrifying sense of oppression.The surrounding barren mountain disciples dared not make a sound, and Master Han stood opposite him in disbelief. After a long while, he murmured five words: "Damn beast."

Han Lang is a person who has died once, so thinking about it, he has nothing to fear.He has no way out, whether the play is good or bad, anyway, he just has to go back and have a face-to-face meeting with the errand.Qinglian, who had been floating in mid-air to watch, suddenly raised her eyebrows at this moment, and floated to Han Lang's side: "If you lose, how about going to Qinglian Hell with me?"

Han Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he could only say: "Thank you for your kindness, then I dare not lose even more."

The shock on Master Han's face turned into anger, and finally he fixed it into hatred from the bottom of his heart. He shouted again, raised his right hand, and a talisman directly turned into countless sharp blades the size of a palm. Chao Hanlang rushed over.Han Lang retreated sharply with his sword in his hand, and the black mist around him seemed to obey his command, and stopped in front of him directly and changed into the shape of a giant bird.The wings of this bird are ten feet wide, and the wings are plump, but the bones of the body are exposed.This is the prototype of the falcon. With a long hiss, the falcon made of black mist bumped into the ghost master summoned by Master Han. Master Han also retreated a few steps, feeling the ground tremble endlessly, as if the earth was robbing.

Even He Yijiu in the dungeon sensed it and opened his eyes instantly.

"Ah Lang?!"

He sensed Han Lang's breath, but most of it was an unknown feeling, more like a stranger.My own feeling can't be wrong, could it be that something happened to Han Lang! ?

He was so anxious that he scratched his liver and scratched his heart, wishing he could rush out immediately.Once his emotions fluctuated, the meridians all over his body burst into burning pain. Seeing that he could no longer control his own strength, he gritted his teeth and slammed into the talisman on the prison door!There was a loud noise, mixed with his uncontrollable cries of pain, and a stench of scorched flesh permeated the air. He clutched his painful shoulder and stumbled backwards.

The abnormality in the body finally subsided.

Maybe there was something connecting him with Han Lang somewhere, he felt unprecedented panic and was convinced that Han Lang was in danger.The two of them have encountered a lot of troubles until now. He believed that Han Lang was able to deal with similar situations before, but this time was different. He never felt more nervous than now, as if Han Lang was already in a place he couldn't see. Something happened, and there was nothing he could do, not even look at him.

"Damn - let me out!"

After he roared, the roar of the tiger overflowed from the depths of his throat again, and his bones tensed, as if they had swelled several inches in an instant.If this continues, it is inevitable that he will turn into a tiger again, but now he forced himself to maintain his consciousness, controlled his posture at this moment, and then ruthlessly threw himself at the iron railing, his sharp nails even piercing into the iron pillar with ease!

The talisman glowed brightly for an instant, but failed to force him back.At the moment when the two sides were stalemate, there was a sound of brisk footsteps not far away, a Taoist man in white came out from the end of the dungeon, and when he saw him, he bent his mouth and smiled: "Why, I can't bear it after such a little effort!" ?”

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, and the talisman on the prison door instantly dimmed, and he directly tore it off.The next moment, the cell door collapsed, the dust overflowed like a wave of air, and a roar of a beast pierced his ears. He Yijiu, who had almost turned into a tiger, jumped out of the billowing smoke and dust, and directly pushed Shen Minggui to the ground, almost heading towards his body. Bite off the neck--

Too fast, too fast to react.It was rare for Shen Minggui to show a panicked expression, but He Yijiu still had reason, and a sentence rolled out of his throat: "Thank you." Then he tapped his feet to the ground, and rushed out of the dungeon like a real tiger.

The bright moonlight outside nearly blinded him.

He still maintains a half-human half-tiger posture, with sharp muscles all over his body, sharp teeth and claws like tiger ears and tiger tail, and tattoo-like black stripes all over his body, making him even more fierce and terrifying.The guard outside was knocked down by him before he could even see clearly. He rushed to the roof with his hands and feet a few times, raised his neck, moved his ears slightly, and took a deep breath through his nose.

He found Han Lang!

Han Lang was indeed in danger.

The ghost masters sent by Master Han had no strength to fight back in front of him, and they were all torn to pieces by him.Seeing that the situation was one-sided, the disciples of Huangshanliu, who had been afraid to speak out, showed fear, thinking that their master was about to be completely defeated by this monster.At this time, Master Han had no choice but to send Qinglian to fight.

However, Qinglian refused.

Although he is a ghost controler of the Han family and has to obey his master's orders, he is obviously not sincere in a decisive battle with Han Lang, and the meaning of releasing water is obvious.At this moment, after making a few gestures, he wandered back to Master Han, and lazily said, "I'm defeated, you can change to someone else."

Master Han was trembling with anger, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Han Lang was secretly delighted, Qinglian was obviously on his side, and now Master Han's defeat was almost a foregone conclusion.At this moment, he slightly restrained his momentum, and said to Master Han: "I have nothing to do with your Han family. If you let He Yijiu and me leave, we will act as if nothing happened."

Qinglian in mid-air also showed a sarcastic expression: "I, Qinglian, only signed the contract with your family because of my old relationship with the Han family. Now you monopolize the power and treat me like a slave. You really treat me, Qinglian. Afraid you won't make it?"

Master Han also lost his composure, showing his true colors: "Oh, what do you think you can do, the contract is in my hands, I want you to fight, can you refuse?"

The sarcasm on Qinglian's face was even stronger: "But I don't want to fight, so what can you do?"

His so-called war was just like before, wantonly throwing water, pretending to admit defeat.Master Han was furious, raised his eyebrows, and roared in a hoarse voice: "Okay, okay, you forced me--disciple of Huangshanliu to obey orders! Fighting God Xuanfengzhen!"

Qinglian put away her smile, her anger could not be concealed: "You actually learned..."

"A mere ghost master, let me tell you, never underestimate your master!"

Almost instantly, following Master Han's order, hundreds of Huangshanliu disciples present formed a circle with a sword each and knelt down together.Han Lang looked around in a daze, he still didn't understand what was about to happen.Suddenly a hundred people spoke at the same time, and the sound of chanting scriptures came together. The blades in their hands were inserted into the ground. It shines like daylight.

Han Lang trembled all over, the sound of chanting made his scalp numb, like countless people scraping the floor with their nails, the sound gathered in the eardrums and turned into sharp knives, piercing directly into the head.He was dizzy and almost lost his vision. In a trance, he seemed to see Qinglian facing him with a sorry expression.

What do you mean?

However, the next moment, the apology on Qinglian's face was replaced by madness, he opened his coveted mouth, and within a split second, he rushed forward.

Han Lang didn't understand what happened at all, his whole body was in severe pain, and his bones seemed to be shattered into fine powder by the blow.He flew upside down, vomited a mouthful of blood, his arm seemed to be dislocated, and he couldn't even lift it.

The next moment, another blow hit his face, and he was as helpless as a broken sack, and he couldn't even feel that he was losing blood.His consciousness seemed to be separated from his body, and he floated upwards. In the air, he could see himself lying curled up on the cold stone slab, and Qinglian was walking over step by step with a chain made of ice in his hand.

It's just a moment, and it seems like a year.Every little bit of feeling has been magnified to the point of madness.Qinglian stopped chasing him, but approached him step by step, the sound of those footsteps hit his eardrum more forcefully, causing the eardrum to be riddled with holes.The five senses burst together, and the terrifying coercion poured into the blood, causing his whole body to ache, as if he would die in the next moment.

Is this the power of Qinglian Hell itself?

The sound of chanting in the eardrums continued, and gradually, he felt a strange feeling, as if his limbs were no longer under his control, and he was standing up bit by bit.With a splitting headache and a trance, he stared at Qinglian who was approaching step by step, and his eyes gradually moved to Master Han behind him.An unprecedented anger swept through his chest, as if he was aware of the falcon's power for the first time, he once again felt that terrifying desire, instinctive desire, murderous desire, desire to tear apart all the souls in front of him...

Before losing consciousness, he vaguely saw a white shadow swaying in front of him, like a familiar person, but very strange.

Then he doesn't know anything.