The light of the whole Bodhi hall was strangely dark, full of a cold killing intention.


    The bluestone floor cracked, and the 100 year old wall of the hall was full of cracks.


    "Who! Who did it! Come out! If you hurt our eldest daughter, you are against our Duanmu family! " The roaring man is the elder Duanmu Yan of Duanmu family.


    And Duanmu Fengqi, sitting on a high seat, staring at the empty door.


    Maybe it was the Yin Qi of the Bodhi hall that she didn''t realize. A black shadow wrapped with resentment was rushing into the Bodhi hall and flying to the roof beam of the hall, just above her head.


    The shadow soon turned into a woman in scarlet blood and long hair.


    Like a fierce ghost hanging with resentment, a woman hangs upside down on the beam, with long black nails forming claws. The terrible black hair seems to be able to grow infinitely and extend downward. With the black fog, it is winding on the neck of Duanmu Fengqi.


    All the people in the Bodhi hall surrounded Duanmu Xiyue, who was naked and fainted on the ground. They untied the chain and put on a robe for her. They did not notice that the old man on the high seat was strangled by thick black hair.


    The cihuamao in Duanmu Fengqi''s arms was frightened and ran away when the atmosphere was not right.


    The old lady''s eyes were cold and calm.


    She found an evil object approaching her, and her eyes moved down. Seeing that the hair of the evil object wrapped around her neck, her eyes were cold. She just wanted to reach out to take her dragon''s crutch, but in the next second


    The pupils were suddenly constricted and shocked.


    She can''t move.


    And the thick hair around her neck began to tighten gradually, covering her mouth and nose in an attempt to suffocate her.


    At the same time, Duanmu Fengqi couldn''t believe it.


    All of a sudden, the older members of the Duanmu family stood in place and did not move.


    They have different postures. Some of them bend down to raise Xiyue and send them to the hospital for treatment. Some of them are angry and fierce, others point their arms to the door and want to call for help.


    At the sight of Duanmu Fengqi, his wrinkled old eyes suddenly started to chill. Regardless of the fact that her mouth, nose and neck were blocked and strangled by the female ghost on the beam, she recited a magic spell from the bottom of her heart. Suddenly, when she couldn''t move, she manipulated the dragon head gold crutch on one side and cut off the big hair of "female ghost" cruelly, and controlled the dragon head''s gold crutch with his mind Smashed to the evil girl on the eaves.


    The head of the female sharp ghost in red is severely damaged by the gold crutch of the dragon head.


    The body of fine ran suddenly flies out like a broken kite.


    But at the same time!


    At the top of the eaves of the Bodhi hall, the bricks and tiles are broken, and the beams are broken in two.


    A small figure, such as a leaf fan, directly smashed a big hole in the roof.


    She jumped down.


    The whole person arrogant extremely rode on Duanmu Fengqi rickets back!


    Small hand palm wind is cruel, "pa" a slap on the head of Duanmu Fengqi.


    "Give you a face, give you a face! Don''t think you are old enough, ah Xuan. I dare not move you. " Said, the finger inserted into the nostrils of Duanmu Fengqi, facing the old lady is a burst of open teeth and claws, extremely delicate and fierce.


    The ghost in red, who was shaken out, was held firmly by a domineering shadow in the Bodhi hall.


    The ghost in red is one of aro''s contract spirits. The ghost is 1500 years old.


    It is the wife of Xia Houyuan, who hugs her headless ghost.


    Xia Houyuan, a thousand year old fierce ghost who appeared with aro in Bodhi hall, was wearing armor. He was majestic. His head was pressed on his neck. He was very tall and handsome. He looked bloodthirsty and fierce.


    "My husband, I''m scared to death..."


    Tea shrink in Xia Houyuan''s arms, charming, suddenly from a hanging ghost of the appearance, into a stunning classical beauty.


    "It''s OK. I''ll catch you. Don''t be afraid."


    Both XiaHouYuan and Hongxiu are the contract spirits of aro. They are also the two of the three thousand year old ghosts who raised aro in Wuliang Mountain. Their language is of ancient style.


    When Hou DaoTi and I were riding on the black face of the old lady, I saw another one of them.


    Pointing at aro, who didn''t know how to restrain her, the old man scolded: "the dead girl is almost a little crazy, and she doesn''t go up to stop her. She''s fooling around and killing and biting people. Who''s going to teach her?"


    This old man is another contract spirit of aro, named Jiang Ya. The ghost is more than 3000 years old. He was the high priest of the mysterious ancient country. His magic power is connected with the heaven. Even if there is only soul left after death, he still can do anything.


    And all the weird events of the Bodhi hall were done by the old ghost named Jiang Ya.


    The old man was raised as a granddaughter from a young general, and loved him very much.


    All aro''s abilities were taught by him.


    Although the peak of aro xuanjing is about to break through the earth''s realm, it can''t beat the old Duanmu of Bodhi hall, but Jiang Ya''s attack is totally different.Ji rushen and Liuyun follow.


    They had known that arrow had made three thousand year old souls as contract spirits by necromancy, but they did not know that the old man and ghost among them were so powerful.


    Ji Ruchen finally knows why aro is so fearless.


    He was used to it by the three thousand year dead soul called Jiang Ya.


    "Ah Luo, listen to grandfather Jiang''s advice. A sword pierces her skull and runs through her head to throat. Give her a talisman. Let her die. It''s hard to beat, scold and bite."


    Words fall, the figure is ethereal and illusory ginger cliff, pass sword.


    Duanmu Fengqi couldn''t move at all. Listening to the devil''s words of the old man beside him, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he were saying that no one would die well when she moved.


    When aro held up his short sword, ready to stab into the top of Duanmu Fengqi''s head.


    An embroidered shoe flew across the air and "whoosh" knocked out the short sword in aro''s hand. Then, a mature woman''s voice sounded --


    "the sword has no eyes, the girl is merciless!"


    At the sound, aro and Ji Ruchen looked at the door of Bodhi hall one after another.


    Ji Younai and Gong Siyu informed Feng Xuanqing, the head of the family.


    They are the people who are coming.


    But this time, it is not Feng Xuanqing who is at the forefront, but a beautiful young woman with graceful posture, charming as a girl and skillful in appearance.


    This beautiful young woman is no other than Feng Xuanqing''s first wife and Feng Jinxuan''s grandmother Duanmu Xiu.


    She is also the elder sister of Duanmu Fengqi.


    Feng Jinxuan, unconscious, lies on a bamboo stretcher and is carried in by the Fengjia elder.


    A group of people were very aggressive.


    Especially Duanmu show.


    Feng Xuanqing, with his hands behind him, looked like he was just coming to see the play.


    As soon as Duanmu Xiu entered, the terrifying spiritual power spread in circles, and all the people who could not move recovered freely.


    But now, without saying a word, Duanmu Xiu raised his hand to Duanmu Fengqi and slapped him, and then he was angry and tender:


    "that''s my favorite grandson! Do you dare to poison him? You''re lawless, aren''t you? "


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