Hu Ling hid the soul and said, "We want you to tell me this third word, and everything will never happen. I swear I will never reveal the formula, and I will be grateful to you. If you don’t tell me, I will wring your neck in front of your great-grandfather!"
Wang Shan Shen Jun shook his head.
Hu Ling’s hidden soul is higher again.
"Tell me"
"I don’t know"
"Tell me"
"I don’t know"
"You tell me!"
Hu Ling hidden soul also let out a roar.
He stared at the mountain king with terrible eyes.
If you don’t say it, it will be tantamount to completely killing his last thought of survival
Looking at the mountain god, he looked at Hu Ling’s hidden soul with a sympathetic eye.
Since Hu Ling’s Tibetan Soul can practice The Hunger to the peak, it proves that he is indeed a gifted person.
It’s a pity that it’s possessed.
Looking at the mountain, the God sighed, "You are really stupid for a while. If I really know the complete formula of nine deaths, can I not practice?" If I practice, can you beat me to death? To tell you the truth, my grandfather, my father and I have spent all my life cracking … "
The light of hope in Hu Ling’s eyes is dim.
Instead, anger is murder!
It’s chilling!
Hu Ling’s hidden soul looked up at the mountain and went to the bed where Xue Canglan’s bones lay.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he covered the skin blanket and flew up.
The skeleton of a generation of strange scholar Xue Canglan came into their eyes.
Looking at the mountain, the emperor suddenly remembered the image of the previous bee wall.
Maybe that’s great-grandfather’s soul.
Great-grandfather shed two lines of tears, and now he is white, because today he will die at the hands of one of the most terrible people in The Hunger.
Hu Ling’s soul-hiding hand also takes the neck of the God of Hope Mountain
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Hu Ling’s soul-hiding hand is like the hand of death at the moment.
The rancid smell of his body is stronger.
Looking at the mountain, the God knows that his time has come. He is over 70 years old and feels at home, but he is calm.
Hu Ling hid the soul and said, "If you don’t say that I killed you, I will remember the formula. I can practice The Hunger to the unity of man and demon, and I will certainly be able to crack the magic of nine deaths! I will definitely burn paper for four generations. "
Looking at the mountain, the God smiled and said, "Hu Ling hides the soul, and you are also a fate!"
As soon as his voice fell, Hu Ling’s ghost-hiding hand made a "crack" sound at the neck of the Mountain God, and then his head collapsed and collapsed …
He was the great-grandson of a generation of strange scholar Xue Canglan, but before Xue Canglan’s remains were killed by The Hunger Gongren.
It’s really embarrassing.
Hu Ling’s hidden soul let go and looked at the mountain god leaning forward and falling to the bed.
He put his head on the bed.
As if kneeling beside the bed
His face just touched his great-grandfather’s hand.
Two lines of muddy tears flowed out from the eyes of Wang Shan Shen Jun and dripped down his great-grandfather bones along his cheeks.
Xue Canglan’s white bone speech
Hu Ling hid the soul and looked at Xue Canglan’s bones. "You wouldn’t think that your great-grandson would die. I really want you to come back to life and fight a war! Although I suffered from The Hunger’s evil deeds, who is my soul-hiding opponent in Hu Ling? Su Qinghou, Ling Nie, Lin Yi, Fang Qingyun and Qin Tang are all defeated by me, but I am lonely and have two or three years to live than me. Is this the first price of the day? Ha ha ha … "
Hu Ling hid the soul and laughed.
The middle frame of the dusty room in the acoustic shock stone room is crumbling
It is hard to hide a sadness and a pain in this smile.
Although he became the first in the world, he fulfilled his childhood dream.
But the relatives left one by one.
"Daughter" is also his or her fringed body is light and bloody. It is absurd for him to love his father.
His heart kept collapsing in pain and suffering.
His heart finally collapsed the other day.
Qin Dingfang carried Xiaowu’s body back to Beifu, carried it into his house and carried it to him.
He can’t bear the fact that his fifth sister, who is closest to and knows him best among the Hu Ling people, has prepared a cold body.
He was furious at that time.
Fury makes everyone tremble.
He will carry the body in, and the two of them will fly out of the door until they are bloody, and then he will slap Qin Dingfang in the face and let out an angry roar that will shake the whole North House.
Qin Dingfang vomited blood at that time and both his teeth flew out of his mouth.
And the whole northern mansion is like Hu Ling’s hiding soul trembling in anger.
Then he kept his head in the house for ten days.
Don’t eat, don’t drink, don’t sleep and say nothing, but stare at Xiaowu’s body.
Finally, Xiao Wu’s body also stinks. Hu Ling’s hiding the soul is called into Qin Dingfang and Du Youxin to let them carry Xiao Wu’s body out for burial.