The long knife pierced the wall with a crisp sound. There was pain in his pure eyes, but he still watched the ghost cry gently.

She put her hands weakly on Ghost Cry's shoulders, her chin also rested on Ghost Cry's shoulders, her face was a little detached, and her painful and relaxed voice echoed in Ghost Cry's ears: "Eat me, don't waste ......"

As soon as she finished speaking, her body shrank sharply.

Boom!

Something fell to the ground, and the white robe fell.

The long knife of the ghost crying was holding the white clothes, and his expression was a little dazed. He never imagined that it would be so easy, so easy that it was unbelievable.

And yet that's all it is.

For a moment, he had a feeling that he had sent the wrong person.

However, the merit of the insane growth, and the feeling that something was wrong in the room that disappeared in an instant, clearly told him that he was right.

And in the end, the woman's words lingered in his mind. What does this mean exactly?

Devil Cry pulled out his long knife, threw away his white clothes, and looked down, and at his feet, on the animal skin, there was a section of roots, which were cut off by Ghost Cry one after another.

There is also a fruit, which should be considered a fruit!

It looks like a baby, but it's as colourful as a white pear, smoother than a white pear, and it's evenly cut from the top, and the juice keeps flowing out, and then the juice is locked in very quickly.

Its eyes rolled for a moment, a grin, and then froze.

Devil Cry finally knew what she meant, she was asking him to eat her. It's as simple as that, and it doesn't mean anything else.

At the same time, Ghost Cry also guessed her identity.

If the expectation is good, she should be - people, ginseng, fruit!

Ginseng fruit, why do you come here to stir up the wind and rain, why do you covet the dragon's energy, why do you do some foolish things, why do you always collect your strength when you fight with yourself. All of this seems to be contradictory, making Ghost Cry's brain a mess.

But no matter what, she did something to bring disaster to the world, but I don't know why, the devil's crying heart is always heavy.

He, regretted it.

A tree root on the ground, with a wailing, crashed headlong into the fire, and then in an instant, the whole body was on fire. In the flames, reduced to ashes.

The Qiankun bag can be used again, and the ghost cries for a while, but he didn't put the ginseng fruit in it. This is the stomach of the glutton, although the gluttony is dead, his stomach has been made into a bag, and even so, it is half alive.

Elder Meng had instructed that the spirit treasure could not be put in, otherwise it would be a big loss if it was digested by this thing.

Of course, digestion also has digestive benefits. If you eat too much in the Qiankun bag, the space inside can always be larger.

Shushan also has Qiankun bags, but only a few people can use them. It is a kun bag with several dry bags. It is said that the kun bag can hold a small building, and it is fed by feeding things.

Devil Cry carried the ginseng fruit in his arms, carefully not letting the iron armor of the unjust soul touch it, and covered it with a coat. Glancing around, the fire was getting bigger and bigger, so he put on his boots, hurried downstairs, picked up the scabbard, and crashed into the rain.

The battle continued, and the wolf's iron claws, which had become half-human and half-wolf, were soaked with fur, blood and rain.

Under the hat, Luo Jiacheng's face was pale, and he would lose if he kept it for a long time. He had just been hit by a claw, and as time passed, his body became more and more weak at the moment.

"I'll be able to kill you soon, that woman, you can't escape, you'll all die under my claws!"

Wolf Iron Claw's tone was calm, Luo Jiacheng snorted coldly, did not answer, but his heart became anxious.

Damn it!

He didn't expect the wolf's iron claw to be so strong, and he actually fought hard against Lin Feixue's little sword, and exchanged his right arm for a claw on his body.

It was just a small wound, which seriously affected the operation of his demonic energy, causing his strength to drop greatly.

Bell bell bell ......

The sound of the bell passed through the heavy rain curtain and reached his ears. He was incredulous, and then ecstatic.

Wolf Iron Claw's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but recall the fear of that day. The terrifying aura lingered in his mind every night, giving him nightmares. The ghost crying knife, severing his father's arm, flashed in his mind again and again, and in the nightmare, that arm became his own head, and every morning, he was awakened by the scene in this nightmare.

Sure enough, it was that figure again.

He forcefully broke through layer after layer of rain curtains, and his body grew from small to large, becoming clearer and clearer.

The blade rubbed against the scabbard, and the sound was subtle and clear, mixed in with the bell, full of terrifying evil thoughts, and became more and more solemn.

The fear of the ghost crying, the fear of the knife, the fear of death, lingered in his heart, and as the evil thoughts broke through his heart, the fear brewed and fermented, filling his entire mind.

Horror! Horror!

The sound and shadow of the ghost crying were like death, especially with a thunderbolt falling from the sky, and in the rumbling thunder, the narrow eyes were exceptionally fresh, and he could clearly see the killing intent contained in those eyes.

This knife, I will hack you to death!

His eyes, so said. And the wolf Iron Claw, believed.

In the dazzling thunder light, there was a "choking" sound, and the long knife was completely out of the body. The scabbard fell to the ground, and with it, the heart of the wolf's iron claw fell to the ground, and after the extreme fear, there was a blank.

The long knife was raised high, and a cold star bloomed between the knives. The eyes of the Iron Wolf Claw were occupied by a snow-white light.

A slash slashed down and hit him right in the head. Then he split the door of his head and went straight through the bridge of his nose, through his lips, through his neck, all the way to his chest.

A straight line of blood is formed. The wolf's iron claws fell to their knees, and with the cracking of his body, the red blood light rose to the sky, and then was scattered by the rain, and then, the heavens and the earth fell into darkness again.

The corpse fell into the stagnant water, splashing.

The ghost cried and looked at Luo Jiacheng, who was staying aside: "What about people?"

"In the Pavilion. Luo Jiacheng said, his face was full of horror, fortunately it was too dark, and the ghost cry could only barely see his figure, not his appearance.

For the knife of the ghost crying, he was shocked once he saw it.

The ghost cried and stepped on the water and went to the house.

The lights in the room were bright, and the women were huddled together like chickens, and when they saw the fierce ghost crying, they became more and more frightened and let out a low whimper.

"What about people?" the ghost cried and asked the people of the Demon Slayer Pavilion of Tianfu City who were guarding the door.

"Inside. A familiar voice came into his ears, and Ghost Cry looked up, slightly surprised, he didn't expect Elder Meng to come too.

Seeing the ghost's crying eyes, Elder Meng smiled slightly, not caring too much: "Although the strength is low, I can't rest assured after all, so I still came in person." ”

Although he is an elder of the Demon Slaying Pavilion in Tianfu City, his strength ranks third, below the two Shushan disciples, but fortunately, these two Shushan disciples still respect him as an elder.

"Follow me. ”

When the two of them reached the house, an iron gate blocked the way.

Elder Meng knocked on the iron door and said, "This door is one foot thick, weighs at least two thousand catties, and there is a mechanism that is stuck, and it cannot be opened by manpower." If we don't have a key, we can't get in. But ......"

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on Elder Meng's face: "They are too underestimated to underestimate the heritage of our Shu Mountain. ”