My Death God Roommate

Mao Xiaofang yelled: "Throw over the ink fountain covered with blood ointment!"

Then he threw three mahogany nails, stomped his feet hard and flew out holding the sword.

Yang Songnu squinted his eyes, stepped back half a step, raised one hand and put it in front of him with a "bang", and the golden "Chi" hit his hand, bursting out bursts of strong air waves, flying sand and rocks.

The strange thing is: the fluffy grains sprinkled on the ground did not move at all. Thanks to this, Mu Rong was also stable, but he couldn't open his eyes because of the blow.

She hugged her cloth pocket tightly and took out the old ink fountain and blood paste and knelt on the ground with one knee, and started to complete the task that Mao Xiaofang had given her.

A puff of white smoke rose from Yang Songnu's palm, and the golden "Chi" could not go any further, and it flickered weakly for a few times before dissipating.

And Yang Songnu's white and slender appearance was instantly restored by the scorched hand.

The golden characters disappear, and the peach wood nails arrive again.

Yang Songnu swayed his body to easily dodge two of them, and the last one was caught by his fingers. At this time, Mao Xiaofang's sword was close at hand.

Yang Songnu's face was calm and unmoved, and he flicked the mahogany nail with his fingers and flew towards Mao Xiaofang's eyebrows.

At this moment, the world seemed to be still, Mao Xiaofang floated in mid-air with his sword pointing at Yang Songnu's eyebrows, the latter did not dodge the sarcasm on his charming face, and the mahogany nail shot by him also arrived Before Mao Xiaofang's eyes.

Both sides seem to have no intention of retreating, and they will be destroyed in the next second!

Mao Xiaofang's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and his speed increased instead of decreasing, and at the very moment of the moment, he spread out a hand and firmly grasped the mahogany nail that was already placed between his eyebrows.

Seeing this scene, Yang Songnu smiled instead, with a slight curve on his lips.

He habitually raised his hand and tried to grab the Excalibur, but in the end he was still afraid of its power, and stomped backwards quickly.

Mao Xiaofang fell to the ground lightly after one blow, and Yang Songnu also stopped a foot away from him.

The first round of lightning and flint came to an end. Both of them felt the strength of the other side and fell into a long-term confrontation.

The wildfires were raging, and the heat waves rushed over one after another, making it hot and scorching.

Murong released all the threads from the old ink fountain, grabbed a large handful of blood ointment, held the red string with his other hand, and pulled the end of the string back.

She looked up, and Daoist Mao Xiaofang and Yang Songnu were in a confrontation.

"Old man, if you don't enjoy the incense, you will come to the world to die!"

Yang Songnu clapped his five fingers into the boulder beside him, and with a flick of his hand, he picked up the huge boulder, which was as tall as a person, and threw it towards Mao Xiaofang.

After all, Sang Tong's body was a mortal body, Mao Xiaofang's expression changed, he took three steps back, and then jumped to the left suddenly, narrowly avoiding the boulder.

"Murong be careful!"

The eight-handed mirror flew out from between Murong's eyebrows, and transformed into a simple palm-sized mirror in mid-air.

The boulder hit the mirror without making a sound, and disappeared without a sound.

Yata mirror flew back and turned into a handsome young man again, looking at Murong in shock: "You don't mind."

Mu Rong shook his head, suppressed the panic in his heart and wrapped the red string with the blood ointment into the ink fountain.

Yata mirror breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately, Murong's soul power was greatly increased and his strength was restored, so he sent the stone just now to the mirror world, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"It's too dangerous here. If they fight with gods, I think you should hide with me."

Murong shook his head: "Daoist Mao Xiaofang's instruments are all with me, I can't leave."

……

On the other side, after avoiding the boulder, Mao Xiaofang made a magic formula, which was exactly the magical movement of shrinking the ground.

Yang Songnu felt that Mao Xiaofang's figure in front of him had disappeared in place, and when he came back to his senses, the magic sword in Mao Xiaofang's hand had already pierced his chest.

Yang Song Nuwan never thought that Mao Xiaofang would have such means, and his ability to turn defense into offense at a critical moment indeed achieved a surprise effect.

"Call!"

The tip of the sword easily pierced the golden armor on Yang Songnu's body, and a puff of white smoke rose from his chest.

Mao Xiaofang yelled, his body was tilted forward at 45 degrees, two hook marks were made under his feet, and he stabbed forward with all his strength.

Yang Songnu let out a muffled snort, raised his knife and struck at the top of Mao Xiaofang's head, and the latter turned his head and landed on his shoulder with the knife.

With a "click", there was the sound of bones breaking from Sang Tong's fleshy shoulder.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed in Mao Xiaofang's mind, if this body was his, then he would rather die with Bu Huagu than let such a god-given opportunity go by.

but……

He is dead.

The world is full of vicissitudes, but this is the world of the younger generation.

Besides, the owner of this physical body was quite accomplished at a young age, maybe she wouldn't blame her for using her physical body and her incomplete bones to die together, but should it really be like this?

Mao Xiaofang gritted his teeth, and once again used the Shrinking Earth Magical Technique to flash back to Murong's side.

The gleaming golden sword still remained on his boneless chest, piercing more than three inches into the flesh.

The place where Yang Songnu was stabbed by the sword was "sizzling" with white smoke, but it didn't burn like those who were hit by the mahogany nails before.

"Is the ink fountain ready!?"

"Okay!" Murong handed the ink fountain to Mao Xiaofang, but the latter shook his body as soon as he took it.

"Master Dao, are you okay?"

Mao Xiaofang's face was a little heavy: "The time is coming."

"What... you, are you going back?"

"It will be detrimental to your friend's lifespan if it drags on any longer. There is still half an hour at most. Come with me."

"Yes."

"Murong!"

Mu Rong resolutely stepped out of the formation circle and came to Mao Xiaofang's side.

Yata mirror was anxious: "Why hasn't Hua Yunyue come yet!"

"Excalibur temporarily blocked the actions of Boneless, but please God, it will lose its effect once the time is up. Let's use this ink fountain to make some preparations, and then I will teach you how to deal with him."

"Yes."

Mao Xiaofang handed one end of the red thread to Mu Rong: "I'll pass you a set of Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Steps. Later, you and I each hold one end of the red thread. You do the right thing and we do the opposite, and wrap this red rope around him around the bone. body."

Murong nodded solemnly: "Sir, please tell me."

Mao Xiaofang made a movement of stroking his beard, but suddenly realized that Sang Tong didn't have a beard, so he lowered his hand in embarrassment, knelt down on the ground and made a picture with his fingers: "Time is running out, how much you understand depends on your luck, listen up! Shikan , Cidui, Cikun, Cizhen, and rest in Zhonggong; from Zhonggong to Xun, Ciqian, Cigen, and Cili, one week is over."

Mao Xiaofang clutched his chest in pain, Sang Tong's body reached its limit: "Do you remember?"

"remember!"

"Okay! You do the right thing, I do the wrong thing, let's go!"

The two pulled the rope horizontally and rushed towards Yang Songnu, first wrapped it around his waist three times, and then each took the positive and negative Jiugong Bagua steps.

At first, Mu Rong was a little unfamiliar and afraid of taking a wrong step, but the guiding force from the other end of the rope gave Mu Rong a grateful glance at Mao Xiaofang, who nodded in relief.

After stepping on it three times, Yang Songnu was completely blocked from moving.

"Sijiu, go and get the Five Emperors Copper Coin Sword!"

"Yes."

Murong ran back, Mao Xiaofang was holding his chest and his face was a little pale: "Monster, it's a pity that I can't take you in with my own hands."

Yang Songnu suddenly laughed, that smile was like melting ice and snow, but his eyes were still contemptuous: "Old stuff."

"Ah, ah, ah."

A piercing and unpleasant cry came from the sky, and a large flock of crows suddenly appeared in the sky against the backdrop of the fire.

"Hahahahaha!" Yang Songnu glanced at Mu Rong's back and laughed.

Mao Xiaofang looked up and saw a bright moon hanging in the middle of the sky, a large flock of crows slowly flew towards the moon like a black cloud.

Mao Xiaofang turned pale with shock, looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and murmured: "The crow steals the moon, you..."

Yang Songnu snorted coldly, moving his lips and chanting the incantation.

Mao Xiaofang's body wobbled and he nearly fell down. The astonishment in his heart couldn't be overstated: "The Art of Sending God? Who are you?"

"Old thing... Now that he is dead, let's not get involved in the affairs of the world!"

"Daozhang! The sword is coming!"

Mao Xiaofang felt a huge force pulling his consciousness away from this body, and shouted loudly with the last bit of strength: "Don't come, run!"

The excitement on Murong's face froze. She saw Sang Tong slowly close her eyes, and her body limply collapsed on the ground.

"Murong!" Yata mirror instantly returned to Murong's spiritual sea and flashed out again, grabbing her wrist: "Follow me!"

Murong felt the air under his feet, and his body flew up.

"Sang Tong! Sang Tong is still below!"

"I can't handle that much anymore."

The densely packed crows covered the moon in the sky, and the world was oppressed, as if even the flames on the side were suppressed a lot.

The light of the red rope dimmed, and Yang Songnu let out a loud shout. The mahogany sword that had been restored to its original shape in his chest was bounced away, and the red rope was also broken into several pieces and scattered on the ground.

Yang Songnu didn't even look at Sang Tong who was lying on the ground, but raised his eyes to look at Mu Rong floating in mid-air and Yata Mirror who was pulling her.

With a sound of "whoosh", the bone that was still standing on the ground suddenly disappeared.

In the next second, he appeared in front of Murong and the others out of thin air!

He is as delicate as in the illusion of the underground palace, with the corners of his mouth hooked slightly in an indistinguishable beauty.

Raising his hand, he pinched Yata mirror's neck.

Yata mirror let out a choked sob, feeling that all the strength in his body was drained, and the hand holding Murong was also let go.

"Ah!" Murong fell from mid-air, and the pendant burst out with purple light to envelop her.

With a "bang", the dust flew up, and Murong coughed a few times but was not injured.

"Dog!"

Yata Mirror's pretty face turned red and purple, and he grabbed Yang Songnu's wrist weakly, kicked his legs in the air, and sent a voice transmission to Murong: "Leave me alone, run! You are not its opponent."

Mu Rong is connected to Yata mirror's life, she can clearly feel the pain that Yata mirror is suffering at this time, and shouted heartbroken: "God's egg!"

The author has something to say: After two days of rest, I am in a good state today, and there will be 2 chapters in a while.I'm going to code~