Due to severe overload, Xuan Ji finally "crashed". His wings that could not be moved completely had countless false branches and leaves hanging along the way. The way a group of people landed was "hard" so hard that they could not be "hard". Not only did they smash several stone slabs, but some comrades with relatively high elasticity also bounced on the ground a few times.

All of them are "imperial, general, talented, and beautiful men" who are all rolling into a ball.

"My phone! The new one is replaced, the screen is broken again!"

"Where has the car key flew? Look for it, it's a bus."

"Who hangs an iron ball on the keychain? If you are sick, you have smashed your head into the shape of loving you... Hiss, your...before... why are your hair entangled again!"

Sheng Lingyuan's robe, which was woven with the wool vines on his body, was hooked by Ping Qianru's zipper, and almost exposed. Fortunately, he stuck a dozen green ivy leaves from Luo Cuicui, barely covering his body. His hair was stirred on Xuan Ji's wings and tied a complicated Chinese knot. For a moment, the two of them could not retract one of their wings and the other could not be untied.

Your Majesty may have lost his temper. He was wearing strange clothes and was covered in green, sitting on the ground like an environmental ambassador, waiting for Xuan Ji to untidy his hair expressionlessly... his back was facing the mountains that were blown sharply by Misin.

The huge energy of the Mirsil Cannon collided with the burning true fire, and the ridge suddenly made a terrifying sound of shattering, which triggered a local earthquake.

After the loud noise, half of the hillside where the altar was located slid down as a whole, and countless white bones turned into powder along with the exquisite stone beams and pillars. The howling wind was mixed with shrill shouts.

The magic on the mountain was broken, and fake trees were falling down in pieces, smashing down at several people. Everyone ran away with their heads in their arms. Xuan Ji had not been able to remove Sheng Lingyuan yet, so he had to spread his wings and cover both of them underneath.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Xuan Ji heard a lot of noise in Sheng Lingyuan's heart, but he couldn't hear the content. He seemed to be desperately suppressing all the things, and the consciousness exposed outside was only counting mechanically and monotonically.

At this moment, their posture was very awkward. As soon as Xuan Ji spread his wings, his Majesty, whose hair was pulled, was forced to turn his head and almost bumped into each other.

Sheng Lingyuan's lips were dry, white and almost transparent, without blood color, but with blood marks, which reminded people of the ancient legendary "mermaid lamp". The gloomy mermaid was roasted by fire, and the translucent lamp oil reflected the cold fireworks of the wicks, which were about to be extinguished, but it is said that they could burn for tens of millions of years.

The two of them were connected, and Sheng Lingyuan felt the thought as soon as Xuan Ji moved. Even though His Majesty had a mouth that could deceive people to death, he could not answer this, so he had to silently wipe the blood on his lips and chin.

Awkward……

Xuan Ji quickly withdrew his gaze: "It's all this posture is too awkward, that... hit my eyes."

Sheng Lingyuan paused, pointed to a knife, and cut off the small strand of hair wrapped around Xuan Ji's wings.

Xuan Ji liberated his wings unexpectedly and leaned back slightly. At the same time, he couldn't help but think in his heart: "Didn't it mean that 'the body and hair are the parents who are obsessed with the hair'? Did the ancients avoid cutting their hair?"

The word "parents" flashed through Sheng Lingyuan's heart, causing a vague sneer, and then he suppressed it with his powerful control.

At this time, the vibration paused.

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and lifted Xuan Ji's wings, brushed away the fake trees around him, and looked back at the altar of the witch tribe. Although he didn't figure out who did this, the rats hiding in the darkness accidentally exploded, which seemed to be completely useless.

At least as the altar of the witch tribe overturned, the dangerous spells inside were blown away.

Zhang Zhao climbed out of the side with difficulty and broke his silence in shock: "Director Xuan, what exactly is buried under the mountain?"

Everyone who survived the disaster looked at each other, but Xuan Ji glanced at Sheng Lingyuan and was planning to tell whether it was appropriate to tell the matter of the witch tribe.

He knew that Sheng Lingyuan could see him, but the other party had no response at all. He still counted forward calmly, and had already counted more than 13,000.

Xuan Ji is a personal genius. After being stunned, he immediately realized that Sheng Lingyuan's "indifferent" attitude should be considered acquiescent... He even felt that Sheng Lingyuan actually wanted to make the history of Dongchuan and the Witch Clan public, otherwise he would not have let him see so many memories of Aluojin.

According to the boss's urinary nature, if he doesn't want to reveal his secret, he will have to silence him in the tomb of the witch.

But...in this case, why was the witch tribe erased from history?

Zhang Zhao pointed at Yang Chao again: "Also, is he okay? This is crying so badly... What's wrong with you, guy?"

"I don't... don't know..." Yang Chao lay on the ground half dead and sobbed, squeezing out a sentence like a wandering silk, "I'm so sad... uncomfortable..."

"Everyone, I have 100,000 whys in my heart now, but I feel that I'd better put these things aside first, and we can go back and discuss them later," Wang Ze took off a fiery red feather that fell from his head, "Bird... Director Xuan? Is this the suspect you caught?"

He reached out and pointed at Sheng Lingyuan. Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyelids and looked at him. Wang Ze shivered for no reason and curled up his fingers involuntarily.

Sheng Lingyuan, who had just counted to 14,000, interrupted for a moment and thought to himself: "Car."

Xuan Ji: "..."

I never expected that this guy who is like a tough guy in the face would have such auspicious bloodline.

"No, he is not a suspect. We encountered some accident, the suspect died in the ground. This is a long story." Xuan Ji waved his hand, turned his head to look at Sheng Lingyuan, "He..."

Sheng Lingyuan lowered his eyebrows and eyes, stood with his hands behind his back with a smile, and calmly faced Ping Qianru and Gu Yuexi's alert gaze.

He was clearly a piece of clothing made of wool vines, and he had to rely on green ivy leaves to cover his body. However, when he stood there, he seemed to be still in his crown robe, which marked the aura of Jiuzhou in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Ji inexplicably remembered the roof of the building with lightning and lightning, and the gloomy sacrifice shop was covered with the ground, which made people frightened, but the man didn't care at all. He said, "I am most afraid of restraint in my life." He would rather have a thunder than compromise without any step.

He doesn't care if he doesn't care about others respecting him or fearing him.

"He is..." Xuan Ji's mind changed rapidly, and when he spoke, he had an idea, "Sword Spirit."

Sheng Lingyuan looked at him in surprise.

After hearing the word "Sword Spirit", the three Feng Shen's fieldmen seemed to be stimulated by something, and they were shocked collectively, and their eyes were like triple searchlights.

"Sword Spirit." Xuan Ji quickly organized a nonsense and turned to Gu Yuexi, "Didn't I have a sword? The family is passed down. This beauty has seen it in Chiyuan Hospital, just it! Well, antiques, I originally thought that one day I couldn't open it and I would sell it online. But I didn't expect that I met the Yin Shen Sheng in Chiyuan last time. I... that, too, I was a little close to the thunder, and I don't know what kind of energy reactions the more than 80 thunders had with my antique sword... Anyway, there will be an additional sword spirit from then on."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and no one said anything.

"Oh, don't mention it." Xuan Ji knew that the second team leader Gu Yuexi could probably see something, and was not afraid. After all, the human demon Chiyuan was really not the same as the current emperor. He sighed on the spot, "You said he couldn't grow up according to whom he was struck by thunder. He didn't know who he would scare to death."

Sheng Lingyuan looked at him with interest and said in his consciousness: "Why are you helping me cover it up?"

"Shhh," Xuan Ji quickly exchanged a look with him, "You are not afraid of being locked in the laboratory for 24 hours of surveillance. I am also afraid that you will start a massacre. Cooperate with me and don't cause trouble."

The resurrection of the Human Emperor three thousand years ago - the Human Emperor is still a monster. Any of these two things will be revealed, and it will be enough to be in chaos and may subvert the three views of many people.

What will the different control bureau deal with this kind of social instability factor?

Xuan Ji didn't know and didn't know the reason, so he wasn't willing to think about it carefully.

Gu Yuexi stared at Sheng Lingyuan carefully for a moment, and the shape of her pupils changed slightly. After a moment, she didn't know what she saw, with a look of doubt, but her hunched shoulders suddenly relaxed a little.

"I... can't see it very well," Gu Yuexi said with a little hesitation, "but he does have the same breath as the sword I saw in Chiyuan Hospital."

After saying that, he found that everyone else was looking at her. Gu Yuexi lowered her eyelashes: "I am the 'perspective'."

Luo Cuicui and Yang Chao heard this, and were shocked at the same time, and they covered their crotch together.

"Perspective eyes are not vision, but ability." Gu Yuexi had long been used to people's reactions and added coldly, "I only open it when necessary."

"The logistics comrade has never seen the world, understand it, haha." Xuan Ji made a smooth move and said, "I know everything about this sword spirit. Ancient history is particularly good. I still remember many lost big moves, but Mandarin is not good now... and I have a bad personality. Everyone should try not to call him antiques, right? Is it worth understanding."

Sheng Lingyuan listened casually, but he didn't understand a few words, neither supporting nor slandering them.

"It's okay, I know, when Gu Dao Jianling just woke up, his Mandarin was not very good." Wang Ze looked at Sheng Lingyuan with some confusion for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was not very polite. He turned his eyes away and cleared his throat. His attitude towards Xuan Ji was much better. "I don't like to stay at the headquarters. Director Xuan has never seen me before. I will introduce myself. I am the person in charge of the 'Feng Shen'. Wang Ze - you have to call me Lao Wang. I used to be a colleague of Lao Xiao, but Lao Xiao and the others "Thunder" were on the upper level. They are either major security projects or foreign-related incidents. We are not as good as the miscellaneous soldiers who rescue the field everywhere."

Both are special forces, Wang Ze and Xiao Zheng have completely different styles.

Every time Dad Xiao appears, he has long legs in uniforms, gloves, and a domineering president. He has a sense of distance and is the same as a team that he leads to obey. Wang Ze is much more down-to-earth, and his temperament is like a very generous gangster. He has his informants everywhere in the world. One phone call can call a group of younger brothers to solve the problem.

A group of people briefly met, and Zhang Zhao said, "Dongchuan is not able to do anything because of the old hooligan Yuede Gong, the branch work has been unstoppable. These local snakes are extremely powerful, and their disciples are like gangsters. I guess they will be targeted as soon as we get off the plane... When we see a ghost, where did they get the esoteric silver cannon? Not even so, those who don't know think we have the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife."

Xuan Ji sighed with great understanding: "Oh, cutting off people's wealth is like digging someone's ancestral grave. If what the suspect said is true, the matter we are investigating now will not only cut off people's wealth, but also ruin the reputation. It is normal to jump over the wall with a hurry. It is not easy for everyone, so let's understand each other."

Zhang Zhao: "..."

If he hadn't believed Gu Yuexi's eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this person was a "Thunder Fire System". Isn't the Thunder Fire System the same firecracker-like temper as Director Xiao? How could he be so round and round?

At this time, Luo Cuicui came over and said, "Comrades, I'll interrupt. I've soaked in my phone. Whose communication tool can still be used? I have to report this situation to the headquarters!"

Xuan Ji put on a messy phone at him, worried about the organization: "I just reimbursed it in Chiyuan last time, and another one broke in a week. If this continues, will the organization think I am not easy to support me?"

Luo Cuicui took the mobile phone lent to him by Zhang Zhao and dialed to the General Administration, while casually saying, "Director, then you are thinking too much. The bureau has regulations. For logistics like us who are not on the front line, in order to save budget, each person will have a reimbursement amount of valuables at most once a year, and you have to look at your own things."

After the words were finished, several Fengshen saw that Director Xuan, who had just seemed to save all living beings, changed his face, and a ray of vicious anger appeared on his head: "These people are really crazy and are simply insulting the civilized and legal society. I think we will put other things aside and kill those old people together - Mr. Wang, what do you think?"

The "Misinian" collided with "true fire", and the mountain-burning effect was added. It not only forced the field elites of the different control bureau to jump off the cliff, but also shocked those who hid in the dark and fired the gun secretly. A few of them ran slowly and even buried them on the mountain.

"What's going on! Why is there such a big stir?"

The leading old man Tang suit didn't go up the mountain at all. When he saw something was wrong, he immediately got into the car and ran away.

"Shi, Master, we just exploded the 'forbidden area', right?" The apprentice who was driving the car jumped up and said in horror, "Nothing will happen, right?"

Old Tang pretended to be cold sweating on his back, and he was more sensitive than the apprentices who had half a bottle of water. Just now, he vaguely heard the strange wind when the mountain collapsed, and felt the hatred and anger that was so thick that it could not be melted.

The old man Tang Huan glared at his apprentice with a timid look on his face: "Shut up, what's the problem? That's the mitral cannon, the mountain has exploded. Even if there is a Sun Wukong under the mountain, he has to be familiar with it! I don't believe it anymore, and evil ghosts must be afraid of the atomic bomb! There are no ghosts and gods in the world? If there are many evil people, even if there is karma, it's not our turn to give me the phone!"

The old man Tang Huan said, snatched a cell phone and was about to send a letter to Penglai Yuede Gong, but he was suddenly braked and pushed hard: "What are you doing? Are you trying to die?"

"Master..." The driver turned his head in horror, "then...then..."

I saw a row of dummies standing in the middle of the road, standing hand in hand, just blocking the driving lane.

The street lights on both sides are no longer on, and there is a slight flash of fire in the eyes of the fake people, which is particularly terrifying in the dark night. A few hundred meters away, you can still hear them joking.

The driver couldn't help but think of various legends about the "forbidden area" and a urination surged.

Immediately afterwards, the dummies seemed to "see" them, and suddenly stopped saying a word, and there was silence around them.

The next moment, there was an owl laughter from somewhere, and the dummies suddenly moved - they were not walking and jumping, but "television" a few meters out of thin air, getting closer and closer, just like a classic shot in a ghost movie!

The driver's mind went blank in horror. He instinctively hung up the reverse gear and retreated frantically, just in time to make a fuss with the apprentices who caught up behind him.

The old man Tang Huan's waist was almost broken by a series of car accidents, and he cursed: "Baoman! Why are you running away? With the Misilver Cannon, why are you afraid of demons and monsters that will blow them up!"
Chapter completed!