At the gate of the Soul-Suppressing Division.

Two faces appeared on the left and right.

A face of a child with a magic mirror weapon, and a face of a soul-suppressing monument with a spiritual tree bark.

The light of the demon mirror shrouded Chen Feng, Cao Guangxiao, Chen Mingting and Ou Julian.

The blood-colored rays of the Soul-Suppressing Monument swam back and forth quickly.

"Hey, the dead are alive again."

"Wow, that's not a coincidence?"

The child and the bark glanced at the four of them and started a crosstalk quarrel.

"Does the old bark and the resurrection of the dead indicate that the world is going to be in chaos again?"

"Little brat, this is where you go. The sea you have never seen before has gone."

"It's really not simple. I scanned it over and over and found no abnormalities. I would like to warn you."

"If you can't do it, it doesn't mean I can't do it. Just take a look at me, look at me."

The old tree bark was winking, and the wrinkled bark faces squeezed into a pile.

It was like a squatting in the thatched cottage, and a phantom of a black stone tablet carved with runes gradually emerged.

The pressure on Cao Guangxiao, Chen Mingting, and Ou Julian suddenly doubled. Three sounds of thrusts and kneeled down in sweat.

Chen Feng shook his body, almost unsteady in standing, and he paused on one knee, stubbornly refused to show weakness.

Now, he has achieved great physical skills, and his physical strength is incomparable to his previous experience when he left Kyoto. Moreover, his soul tenacity is also very difficult to achieve by the tempering of rosary gold liquid, soul wine, and yellow spring water.

Both the outside and the inside are qualitatively sublimated.

The suppression power of the Soul-Suppressing Monument could not do anything to him for a moment.

The child smiled and said, "Bar, you have old arms and legs, so you should enjoy your old age. Just leave these physical tasks to us young people, and don't force them."

The old tree bark was aroused by the child, and his face turned red and his wrinkled bark seemed to be splashed with a can of red paint.

It blew its beard and stared at it, and said with its neck: "What do you know? What do you know? I am afraid of completely releasing it and collapse the Soul-Suppressing Department."

"Oh, just blow, blow hard."

"Who blows, who blows."

The two spirits completely ignored the four people who were in a difficult situation and turned on the mouth cannon mode.

Chen Feng was so frustrated that the spirits he had seen in this world were more unreliable than the other.

This is the case for these two people on the door, and so is the God Ding in the Allah lamp.

Judging from the two people's saliva, they can't get off for three days and three nights. Are we just going to waste it?

The only one who defeated the mouth cannon was the mouth cannon... Chen Feng rubbed the light tube, and a black smoke rose out. Shen Ding, who was holding his arms, pulled his yawn and showed his true form.

"Tell me to fuck me..." Shen Ding stretched his waist and rubbed his eyelids impatiently... He was already very tired after training Xiao Xier, okay? Chen Feng was going to cause trouble.

The child, the bark of the tree was stunned, turned his head together, and looked at Shen Ding, subconsciously activated the fighting posture.

Shen Ding didn't pay attention at first, and glanced casually, and was deeply attracted.

His spirits suddenly came to an end.

Shen Ding saw a long-lasting fighting spirit on two people who were both instruments.

Two masters, such powerful emotional fluctuations... Shen Ding felt threat from the eyes of the child and the bark.

He mediates his spirit to the strongest, clears his throat, and says arrogantly: "I am the God of All Realms. You and other lowly spirits come to worship quickly..."

It has to be said that the means of hatred by God has never disappointed.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Chen Feng knew that the child, the bark and him were not finished.

"What a big tone, I'm not afraid of killing Kyoto."

"Where did you come from? You dare to play wild in the Soul-Superior Division."

"Oh, I'm so fucked..."

The mouth cannon mode directly enters the white heat, and the gods defeat one and two, and the more they fight, the more courageous they become.

The young children cooperate with each other and do whatever they want, without any disadvantage.

The pressure on Chen Feng and others immediately decreased, and the spirit of the instrument with red eyes and full of hearts and full of words, the sharp language confrontation made everyone amazed.

When will you not leave now?

Taking advantage of the intense verbal battle just started.

Chen Feng and his group escaped.

at the same time.

The Soul-Secretary Department is holding preliminary preparations for a memorial service.

The sacrificial hall was covered with mourning, and there were fifty paper men in full bloom neatly placed.

At first glance, this paper man looked no different from a real person except that he could not move.

It is the soul-supporting envoy and the soul-super-master Qiuchen team that supports Tanzhou Soul Town.

The paper-made images of Cao Guangxiao, Chen Feng, Chen Mingting, Ou Julian and others are listed.

I have to say that the craftsman of this paper craftsman is amazing.

Xu Qiuchen, from Kaiyang from Beidou Department, was squatting in front of the brazier to burn paper money.

He sighed, burned a stack of paper money, poured a glass of rice wine on the ground to worship.

"It's easy for all my colleagues to leave. I'll take a sip on the road to warm up my body. If I don't have enough money, I'll burn it again. Don't worry, I understand the thoughts of my brothers. I won't lose any houses, cars, and girls. I'll let the papermakers burn it later."

"We don't want the paper man who is not a ecstatic courtesan."

"It's not authentic to pour rice wine, I want good spring bamboo roasts"

Two voices of pinching their nasal sounds and deliberately pretending to be sad, sounding behind Xu Qiuchen.

His body stiffened, and the paper money he held in his hand trembled to the ground.

The muscles on Xu Qiuchen's face gradually became stiff.

He slowly turned his neck and looked behind him.

Just one glance, he was so scared that he screamed "Ghost".

Behind him.

The four "paper-made people" not only survived, but also turned blue and white in their faces and trembled with trembling trembling.

nonsense.

The few people who were almost exhausted just under the suppression of the Demon Mirror and the Soul-Suppressing Monument Artifact Spirit are not the image that is almost exhausted.

...

Outside Chen Feng's courtyard.

Qin Shufen, who tied her head, rolled her legs, and held a shoulder pole, sat on the ground, howling like a shrew, "Friends, come and see, this group of thieves are going to force the house. At the foot of the emperor, this world will not allow the people to live."

Yan Mubai said nothing, bit his cheek and stood angrily at the gate of the yard, tearing the seal on the gate of the yard to pieces.

Yan Wenji looked angry and her little face turned red. She held a wooden sword upright and stood beside Qin Shufen, shouting: "You go away, this is my empress's yard, when will it be yours?"

In front of the three people, there are a group of soul-storing servants.

The person in charge had a round face and a fat belly. He squeezed out two layers of double chin and smiled awkwardly.

He winked at the servant beside him.

The servant knew it, took a step forward, pointed at Qin Shufen and shouted, "You shrew, why are you so scoundrel? This is my Lord Zukao, the manager of the Beidou Department of the Soul-Secretary Department. This house is the property of the Soul-Secretary Department. Now Chen Qiuchen sacrificed his life for the country, and the whereabouts of the hostess in the courtyard are unknown. Logically, this house will naturally be taken back by the Soul-Secretary Department. What is the reason for you who have nothing to do to stop us from taking over the house?"

Yan Wenji didn't understand what was farewell, so she heard the words "Soul-Secretary, Chen Qiuchen," who sacrificed his life and was missing.

She immediately turned jealous and slashed the wooden sword with the void and waved: "You are talking nonsense. The Queen's Master is invincible. How could he be missing? Uncle Chen's horse racing gang has nothing to do with your Soul-Suppressing Department."

"That's right, I've seen Chen Feng's skills." Qin Shufen didn't know what words to describe it, and shouted: "He can fight a group of green skins by himself. It's so amazing. How could he die? You guys clearly want to rob a house while the owner of the courtyard is not here."

"Running Horse?" Lin Zhonghou was slightly stunned, not understanding what the Racing Horse has to do with this matter.

There were more and more people watching around, most of them were villagers in Yuqian Lane. Naturally, they stood on Qin Shufen's side, pointing and making suggestions.

"What a good young man Chen Feng is. He is handsome and kind, and he is generous in his actions. He often helps us. Such a good young man cannot be cursed to death by you."

"That's right, the people in Yuqian Lane cannot be bullied by you at will. So what about the Soul-Suppressing Department? We've got you to provoke you."

"It's not okay to grab a private house. You can't just say that you can take it away if you say you want it."

"I didn't expect Chen Feng to have such great prestige in the alley in front of the rain." Lin Zhonghou muttered and thought to himself: The person who set the precedent for the Soul-Secretarius was dying in Tanzhou. At least his position as Zhonghou has fewer threats. The house must be collected. It has not been seen for a few months. The feng shui of this house has been natural. Several wealthy families in Kyoto asked me about this place. At this time, they will take it back and sell it and make a fortune.

Making up his mind, Lin Zhonghou wiped his round cheeks and gave the servant a wink.

The servant knew it and went straight to fight the person.
To be continued...