Silver Overlord

In November, Gu Yue had the intention of vomiting new ideas, and the ancients clouded in November, and they were born in November.

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November is a very special month. The last time, Yan Liqiang's life was this month. To be precise, on November 18th of this month, there was a sudden change and it came to an abrupt end. So this month, Yan Liqiang Doing things more carefully, at the same time, the burning fire of revenge in my heart also burned more vigorously.

On the evening of November 12, when it was cold, Yan Liqiang was squatting in a bush behind the mountain in Wuyang Village, endured the cold, opened his eyes and stared motionlessly. At a cave in the valley two hundred meters away, he has been squatting here for more than two hours.

Where he is now is the mass grave post in Pingxi City.

This place is where Pingxi City is the most stingy, even if it comes during the daytime when the sun comes out, it feels sullen.

Because there are very few people here, even people who cut wood and cattle go around here, so the hillsides and valleys here are full of towering trees, and the shade of the trees covers the glory of the sun and the moon, on the ground It looks particularly dark, until weeds are overgrown, and among those weeds, from time to time, several human bones and skeletons are exposed.

Coming here from the official road west of Pingxi City, there is only one path that can barely be walked, and that path is exactly where those undeclared dead people came to this mass grave post and sent the dead The road does not pass through Wuyang Village, because coming from Wuyang Village to climb the mountain, and there is no road on the mountain, those who send the dead are bypassing Wuyang Village, a few miles away from the official road The trail came here.

There are rut marks from the wheelbarrow on the path. All the dead people sent here are wrapped in straw mats, placed on the wheelbarrow, and then pushed in.

It is also a rule to send the dead to the mass grave post. Only at noon every day, when the yang is the heaviest, can someone dare to come here. After noon, this mass grave post is a place where no one can enter, especially when it arrives. At night, it is like a ghost realm.

Tonight, the moonlight is also sparse, and there is a dimness in the mass grave post. After the child hour, a thin layer of mist rises in the mass grave post, and then when the fog rises, a little green flames, Floating from various places of the mass grave post, the shadowy mist was flowing slightly with the air flow between the valleys, and the phosphorous fires that appeared appeared to be beating in the mist ...

Looking at the sight in front of my ear, I heard the harsh cold howling when the cold north wind passed over the treetops above the mountains in the distance, and my nose smelled the faint corpse smell in the air in the valley. Taste, Yan Liqiang couldn't help hitting a chill. In the dark, he squeezed the Thunder Dragon Cannon in his hand tightly, and then touched the two rows of poisonous flying needles prepared at his waist. The cold and hard texture from the Thunder Dragon Cannon and the flying needle made Yan Liqiang's little heart bouncing, and finally calmed down.

Although it is not the first time to sneak in here at night, every time I look at the mass grave post in front of me, Yan Liqiang can't help but feel a little hairy.

What can make a person overcome fear is only greater fear, or hatred.

Yan Liqiang can only stay here with his teeth because of the following two reasons. From the day he settled in Wuyang Village, he is waiting for the arrival of this evening.

At this moment, Yan Liqiang, wearing a black night clothes, put on the mask of the mountain wind again, and added a face towel outside the mask, which was quietly concealed.

The abnormal and severe inspection at the entrance of Pingxi City made the people in Pingxi City complain. The inspection process damaged the goods and property carried by many people who left the city. Many conflicts have also occurred in these days. Coupled with the deterioration of public security in the city, more and more Ranger children in Ganzhou came to Pingxi City. The day before yesterday, on November 10, the county guard had to order to lift the strict inspection of goods leaving the city. Therefore, Yan Liqiang could also bring out the Thunder Dragon Cannon in a ox cart out of the city.

Originally, Yan Liqiang would fight hard tonight without the Thunder Fire Dragon Cannon, but the Thunder Fire Dragon Cannon in hand made Yan Liqiang more courageous and stronger.

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Yan Liqiang waited patiently. The time was approaching three hours. The people he was waiting for had not yet arrived, but in the grass next to him, there was a subtle sound of knowing everything. Yan Liqiang turned his head, but found nothing. At that time, a rat, almost a foot tall, was getting out of the grass and approaching him.

The rats in the mass grave post are absolutely different from the ordinary rats. Most of the rats here grew up eating human flesh. In the dark, the eyes of the giant mouse glowed green like a ghost fire, with long mouths. There are two rows of sharp teeth, and the entire mouse's head appears weird reddish brown.

The mouse also found that Yan Liqiang seemed to be watching it, but it was very courageous, because Yan Liqiang did not move, the mouse still fumbled towards Yan Liqiang.

There was a little movement in the distant forest. As soon as Yan Liqiang's heart moved, a flying needle flew out of his finger instantly, and fell silently into the body of the mouse that was close to him within three meters. The moment the flying needle entered the body, the mouse's body froze all of a sudden, and its breath of life disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When the rat's body was momentarily stiff, a person, like a night owl, stepped on the treetops of those large trees in the mass grave post, and fell from the sky at the time when the mass of the mass grave was the heaviest. In the valley below the mass grave post.

The man who came to this mass grave at night, with white hair, wearing black clothes, blue eyes, and a vicious and cold atmosphere, was the last time to kill Yan Liqiang and Yan Dechang. More cold.

This Mo Leng is a gatekeeper of the Ye family in Ganzhou, and is also the master of Ye Xiao's left arm and right arm of Ye Tiancheng, Hepingxi County.

Seeing Ye Leng finally arrived, Yan Liqiang suddenly converged his breath, motionless, he didn't even stare at Mo Leng's face, afraid of being sensed by Mo Leng, but just squinting from a piece of weed hiding in it, Staring at the trunk below Mo Leng's neck.

Mo Leng is a master of the martial arts class, and he is also cruel. For Yan Liqiang now, the realm of martial arts is still a peak he cannot touch, so everything must be careful.

Mo Leng, who had arrived at the mass grave post, looked around with brilliance, and when he found that there were no abnormalities around, he walked into the cave not far away and entered the cave.

After waiting for a full ten minutes, Yan Liqiang finally got up from the invisible grass, came to the valley below, walked to the entrance of the cave, and followed without hesitation for a second. Go in.

It was already very cold outside, with a lot of ghost fires, but in this cave, it was even more chilly. In the caves, the ghost fires were everywhere, and there was a gloomy green. On the ground of the cave, the messy dead skeletons were almost everywhere. It can be seen that when you fall on your feet, you accidentally step on a bone, timid, and you can almost be scared of urine directly when you see such a place ...

The hordes of ghost fires became the natural lighting in this cave. UU read the book www. uukanshu.com Yan Liqiang's Jiugongfengyingbu stepped silently, walked directly into the depths of the cave, and after a hundred meters into the cave, Yan Liqiang suddenly slowed down.

There is a large natural pit deep in the cave. The large pit is filled with the bones of the dead. This is the earliest place in Pingxi City where the dead dead were buried. Around the entire large pit, ghosts and fires crowded. Just beside the big pit, sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, with a strange posture, his hands were facing the dead man's pit full of bones, and a little faint green breath floated from the dead pit When he came out, he gathered towards Mo Leng and was sucked into his mouth by Mo Leng ...

If it had n’t been for the last time that he had seen too many things in a spirit state, Yan Liqiang would not have known this Mo Leng. He would come here every November to absorb the yin from the dead in the mass grave post. Qi to practice an evil method ...

This is the best chance to kill Moran!

The moment I saw Mo Leng, I found that Mo Leng was concentrating on cultivation, and Yan Liqiang did not hesitate. A large number of poisonous flying needles flew from Yan Liqiang's hands in a violent storm toward Mo Leng. past……