In the jade car, the spiritual stones surrounding Fang Geyu lost their spiritual brilliance and piled up into white dust on the ground.
The wind outside the car was shrill, shrill and eerie.
When Balian left the jade car, the sound insulation technique had been destroyed.
Fang Geyu suddenly opened his eyes, and the white dust accumulated under him was suddenly blown away.
Countless hairs were surging in the crack of the closed car door. After the Yin Qi on the hair was weakened by the formation on the car wall, the remaining hair in the crack of the door no longer had much lethality, but the picture looked very strange.
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Fang Geyu didn't notice at all that Su Jing, who was lying beside her, was gone. She stood up suddenly, her face as dark as water.
Because the young man meditating quietly beside the car window disappeared without knowing it.
Li Jiujiu was awakened by Fang Geyu's movements. Seeing the black hair flowing in the crack of the door, she covered her mouth and exclaimed. She looked around in confusion, her face turned pale: "Where is Xiao An? Where did Xiao An go?"
Fang Geyu didn't answer and kicked the car door open. The world outside had completely changed.
In the swamp mud, the dark and heavy hair is like some kind of damp moss, covering the entire earth. There are pale faces in the dark hair, some faces are laughing wildly, and some faces are crying miserably.
, some faces were cursing viciously.
These faces have different expressions, but what makes people's scalp numb is that the faces between the black hair are all the same face.
Countless tents in the swamp were crushed, and some monks got tangled in their hair and passed out with pale faces.
The vigilant monk summoned the flying sword under the tent in advance, let the tent sink into the swamp, and used Taoist magic in the sky to deal with those difficult hair with a solemn and ugly expression.
The river monument that can attract boats to cross the river has already been wrapped with hair. The moonlight in the surrounding areas does not come from above people's heads, but from the center of the sinking river. I don't know how to refract and reflect a cold moon from that space.
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The faint moonlight shines on the dark hair, but it cannot illuminate the river monument clearly.
Li Jiujiu stood on the door edge of the carriage. When he saw this scene that was like hair in hell, he was so frightened that his legs became weak. He held on to the door frame and said in a trembling voice: "What happened... What happened?"
Fang Geyu searched all around, but did not see that familiar figure. She told Li Jiujiu with a sullen face: "Just stay in the carriage and don't get off."
Her expression was very calm and calm, not at all like the eldest daughter of a fairy family who was raised in a honey jar.
The hair monster is a very thorny and terrifying evil thing, and every hair is accompanied by a terrible curse. Even the talented monks of the Takumi Realm were helpless and horrified under this attack.
A bunch of jet-black hair sprang up from the ground and rushed towards one of Fang Geyu's ears, as if trying to get into her mind.
"Go away!" Fang Geyu yelled impatiently. He suddenly turned his head and looked directly at the dark and strange hair, with a faint golden meaning flashing in his eyes.
The hair that attacked seemed to be caught by some extremely terrifying aura, and it immediately retracted obediently.
Fang Geyu looked around again with a sullen expression, but she still couldn't see that person. A look of panic finally appeared in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and whispered: "This disobedient face? Why are you running around when you have nothing to do!"
Can't you just stay by her side honestly?
In the swamp where no one dared to stay, Fang Geyu jumped down from the jade cart, took out his sword and slashed at the ground, uncovering one after another monks who were trapped by the demon theory.
Most of the monks who are tightly entangled will be covered with curses, and most likely will not survive.
The number of hair monsters on the earth is extremely majestic. They seem to be vaguely afraid of the aura in Fang Geyu's body, but they are extremely angry because she has trespassed on their territory.
Even though he didn't dare to treat her like one of those monks and drag her around at will, he was not willing to let her have an easy time.
The twisted hair was spread out and turned into sharp strands.
While walking to save people, those gentle hairs streaked across the skin between her calves, her trousers, shirt, and boots were torn to pieces, and the torn light-colored clothes were soaked with blood. The dark hairs left fine traces on the snow-white skin. Bloody mouth.
What's more, some of the hair's tips were like needles, piercing her skin and burrowing inward like leeches drinking blood.
A few wisps of ominous and cold black spilled out of the bright red mouth, which was the curse of the hair demon.
Fang Geyu turned a deaf ear, not even having the time to lower his head to glance, and hurried away in the dark place.
Li Jiujiu almost burst into tears when he saw her like this. Although the Lihe Sect was not as big as a family like Shifang City, Li Xuan had a daughter and regarded her as a precious pearl since she was a child. She had never experienced big storms. of misery.
She looked at the world that looked like a cursed land, but she was far less strong and calm than Fang Geyu.
She was scared to death, but she still bit her lip, steeled herself, and said with a bit of a cry: "Ge Yu, don't act alone, I'll help you."
Fang Geyu stopped rummaging in the ground and looked back to give her a fierce look: "If you dare to come down, I will immediately tear your clothes to pieces and throw them into the hair demon's lair. It will save you the trouble of hairdressing here later." Dig your corpse into the pile."
Li Jiujiu was immediately frightened, and his nasal voice became thicker: "But you are bleeding."
Fang Geyu sneered. Because he couldn't find Bailian, he couldn't hide the anger between his eyebrows. He was even more sarcastic than before: "You make it sound like you don't have a miscarriage every month."
"..." Li Jiujiu felt speechless.
Finally, the long sword parted a clump of wet hair, and a section of bright red clothes was exposed in front of Fang Geyu.
She froze for a moment, her face looking indescribably terrifying.
Fang Geyu knelt down, turned the man's body over, and tore his hair apart with both hands.
This man's stomach seemed to be filled with hair, his body and limbs were swollen, and his original shape was completely lost. His fingernails were full of blood. During the painful struggle, he scratched his face to pieces.
Looking at the bloody facial features and the dark hair drilling through the muscles.
Her palm froze, and then she rubbed the bloody face in a funny way.
The white and thin fingertips were stained with a layer of dirt.
Fang Geyu's pupils were dilated little by little, and his beautiful big eyes were filled with stormy waves, suppressed and silent.
The scenery in front of me seemed to be distorted by the ruffled black hair.
Waves of darkness descended on the coffin. At this moment, she almost couldn't remember who she was.
The sheathed long sword was casually thrown on the ground, buzzing and trembling, as if it might break out of the sheath at any time!
Li Jiujiu's urgent call seemed extremely distant in his ears.
She suddenly hummed and covered her heart, as if something was about to come out!
at this time.
There was a loud sound of water.
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