"Master, Tianhan, come into the house and rest!" Yue'er said behind me with clothes, while I stood outside, looking at the huge blood clouds on the city, thinking about it all day, but I didn't think of a solution!

"Yue'er, I'm not relieved for a day. In addition, Lin Shizhong's master and disciple, the Yi Tu around Lin Shizhong is even more out of the corpse leader!"

"Master, a person's ability is limited. Just try your best. Don't blame yourself!" Yue'er comforted me. I shook my head, put on the clothes that Yue'er handed over, glanced at the huge blood cloud, and thought secretly in my heart. The situation made me frown.

"Let's go in. I'll look for it if there is a formation that can stop it from coming out. The urgent thing is to trap him first!"

After thinking for a while, I walked out of the room. Yue'er was picking vegetables in the yard. From our yard, we could see the entrance of this small village. At this time, the vast yellow sand was blowing, and the resentment in the air became even stronger. The blood clouds in the sky had reached a certain level. After thinking about it, I finally thought of a large formation that could trap him, that is, the "Sky-Stacking Formation".

The Sky-Cannensis was created by a powerful Onmyoji. After countless drills, the Sky-Cannensis has been very perfect, but the heart of the Sky-Cannensis is now a big trouble. To open the Sky-Cannensis, there must be an Onmyoji who can support the big array. His spiritual power must be terrifyingly strong, otherwise ordinary people will not be able to withstand the pressure of the Sky-Cannensis!

"Master, where are you looking?" Yue'er pointed at the outskirts of the village. A monk wearing a cassock walked slowly. Behind him was yellow sand. He was carrying a monk on his back and walked step by step with a bamboo pole in his hand.

He walked to the door of the yard before he slowly stopped, looked up at me, and spoke lightly.

"Wu Ming, long time no see?"

"You..." I suddenly became panicked. Wuming was the name I gave me in modern times. How did he know?

"Wu Ming? Master is calling you?" Yue'er asked with her eyes open.

"Who are you?"

"One of your friends, I guess you have forgotten me. Don't you want to set up the trapped sky formation? I can be the heart of your formation."

"How do you know I want to set up the Sky-Subtle Formation?" I asked.

"Because, he can count the gods, and his little thoughts are simple." Another voice came, and an old man dressed in a sloppy and carrying a wine gourd came over.

"Old man..." My pupils suddenly opened wide because the person who came was actually an old man, but he was much younger than modern times, but his signature rosacea nose and his stingy eyes were simply memorable even if I lost my memory.

"Old man? Do you call me this little friend?" The visitor suddenly ran up, then pulled down the wine gourd, and handed it to me, "Come on, take a sip, take a sip before talking!"

"Long Po, you are still the same,!"

"Mr. Sir, don't be rigid. Learn to be optimistic and laugh at me." After that, he reached out to tease the old monk.

"Don't be unreasonable. Emperor Song sent us here, not to drink!" The bitter monk pushed Long Po away, then looked at the huge blood clouds on the distant city. He frowned and folded his hands together, "Can't wait any longer, let's set off now!"

"Take me with me" Xie Shiwu suddenly rushed out of the house and said.

"The first person in the Long family unexpectedly came, so I'll increase the difficulty for you!" Lin Shizhong looked at Long Po, cracked his mouth and smiled, and suddenly he raised the masked Onmyoji beside him.

"Master, what are you doing, Master?"

"You have been following the master for a long time, it's time for you to make some contribution." After saying that, he smiled cruelly and threw the masked Onmyoji into the thunder coffin in the air.

"No!"

The masked Onmyoji screamed. As soon as his body reached the thunder coffin, he was instantly surrounded by black aura, twisted for a moment and turned into blood.

"Sure enough, ruthless!"

"Everyone must have his function! If it is useless, what's the use for it?" Lin Shizhong said lightly. Perhaps in his eyes, life is a mustard.

I looked at him standing on the roof, and my eyes were unwilling to move away for a moment. He slowly looked at me and suddenly burst into laughter.

"It is said that Pucheng is the best person in the Song Dynasty. He still goes there even though he knows that he has no chance of winning. I have not read you wrong!"

"Lin Shizhong, why did you slaughter the whole world? Or?" I asked in confusion. He had made great efforts to plan, and the plan should be quite large.

"Song's world? Haha, childish! I don't even see a mere country. Enjoy the feast I prepared for you!" Lin Shizhong hummed coldly, and his figure slowly disappeared from the roof.

"Sizi, Qianli's voice transmission, this person is extraordinary!"

"Senior Long, is he not in the city?" I asked in surprise.

"After a shadow, the true body did not come. With such cultivation, except for those old guys who have not been born, this Song Dynasty is afraid that no one is his opponent."

"I will definitely find him!" Xie Shiwu said fiercely, punching the ground, directly breaking the ground.

"Then how do we find him?"

"Let's solve this first!" As soon as Long Po finished speaking, the thunder coffin floating in the air trembled suddenly, and the blood clouds in the sky rushed down a blood light in an instant, and all the blood color rolled over the thunder coffin like a storm.

"Click..."
Chapter completed!